Friday, December 3, 2021

Yearly post?

 I guess it has been a while since I posted. 

Good news: life goes on. This year has been a bit insane and I'm ready for the drama to stop so I can get back into what I love. At the end of 2020 we discovered I had a growth on my liver. Turned out to be a pre-cancerous tumor that was attached to my liver and stomach and compressing my diaphragm. This was one of the many reasons I've not been doing well. That was removed in April and I have a fantastically gruesome scar from mid-sternum to belly button. I do freak out children when wearing my bathing suit. It's fun. :) 

My "real" job has kept me crazy busy to the point where I'm so exhausted after my days that I don't have the energy to move, let alone write or do much of anything that I want to. This is not a good work/life balance and I am working on overcoming that. I am trying to take time for myself along with jumping back into writing. It's slow going, but I'm stubborn and determined. 

I'm working a on a few new stories, some that will be very unexpected for most of you that I will probably write under a different pen name as they are not paranormal/supernatural of any kind. I hope you enjoy them. My goal is to put out 2-4 new books next year. Achievable, yah? 

Hopefully, I'll get better at posting stuff here. I'm trying. And learning. And working hard at a lot of things. I can't wait to start publishing on my own again. <3 

Friday, March 20, 2020

Who you're protecting

I debated a lot about sharing this with anyone outside my family but I think it's important to know who you're protecting with this quarantine. Maybe having a face you know, would help.

Me. I wore this shirt ironically today as I went to the urgent care to try to get tested for COVID-19. I don't feel like a survivor, I feel like I'm becoming the zombie. I have every symptom and I'm immunocompromised because I'm asthmatic and have been struggling with bronchitis for 6 weeks. I'm negative for flu, negative for bronchitis, negative for pneumonia, negative for sinus infection. But I'm dangerously sick. Every breath I take is a chore - a fight, and it's exhausting. I can't do even the simplest things because I can't breathe.

There are no tests available in my area. 

And there's no treatment. 

My reality right now is that I'll either recover or die. Those are my options. And while I choose not to dwell on that, but on the outpouring of love from my family, it's constantly in the back of my mind with every breath I force in and out of my lungs.

I didn't leave the country. I didn't leave my state. I caught this from someone while living my every day life. Someone who didn't have symptoms, or were just starting to show. We don't know enough about this illness yet. It's scary.

I know things are rough right now. There's financial fear. Fear of catching or sharing this thing. I get it. But I urge you to realize the quarantine isn't about you. It's about me, and people like me. I have books I want to finish, fans I'd love to meet, places I'd love to see. My cats seem to understand that I'm sick, but that's about it. They've gone out of their way to make sure I know I'm not alone and that they're here with me. My husband and family are terrified and trying (very poorly) to not let me know how scared they are. And I don't have any other words of encouragement other than, I'm doing everything in my power to fight this, not infect anyone else, and be okay.

So, please, when you're complaining that this is stupid, that you have nothing to do, your kids are driving you crazy with their boredom, or when you think this is just the government's paranoia or way to "get you," realize that I'm out here fighting. And I won't stop fighting.

Here's some cute kitty pics from the last few days. <3 I love you all! <3


Thursday, April 18, 2019

Life finds a way

I've always said, "if I didn't have bad luck, I wouldn't have any." When I was 18, I was told I couldn't have kids. I didn't take this news well; desperately trying to prove the doctors wrong. I did not. A few years and a few miscarriages later, I learned to accept that I would never be a human parent. And I want you to know that I am genuinely, completely okay with this.
Part of this acceptance was acknowledging that my genes aren't great. I have severe asthma and allergies and wouldn't be alive today without medication. Combine that with the things that run in my family - depression, narcissism, thyroid, obesity, and intestinal issues to name a few, and I convinced myself that I'd be happy not to share that with a future generation. I convinced myself that my 9 cats would be enough, that I loved them as much as I would a human child.
And it worked. I no longer want human children, and my feline children are treated like my kids - not pets. We chat, they have rules, they push boundaries, they ignore me when I talk, and then they have times when they're the sweetest, most loving things on the planet. They remind me of toddlers - you have no idea what they're trying to say to you as they have their own language, but as their parent, you can *mostly* decipher their odd babbling, grunts, and gibberish.
Then Gunther got sick. We took him to the kitty ER because he stopped eating and drinking and we couldn't figure out why. About a month of meds, different treatments, tests, and vet appointments and his doctor told me that we could do one last specialized test to see if he had liver cancer. "I'm hoping that it's liver cancer," she said to me, knowing that with my background in healthcare I would completely understand the severity of his condition.
It wasn't cancer. He had Feline Infectious Peritonitis. It's such a rare disease that there's almost zero information on it. The doctors don't know how or why they get it, there's no way to know if your kitty kid will ever develop it, there's no vaccine, there's no treatment, and there's no cure. Four years ago, I held my 8-year old child in my arms as he took his last breath. My heart literally felt like it had been shreaded in my chest. It was a pain I didn't know was possible to feel. And I knew I was going to have to go through this 8 more times. We blamed ourselves; if we hadn't gone on vacation, if we hadn't stressed him out, if we - the list is endless. I truly understood how parents could either rip each other apart or create a deeper bond with the loss of their kid.
Needless to say, I went on paranoia overload. No way was I going to lose another kitty kid to some stupid disease. Everyone got vaccinated with every vaccine my vet had. Three months later, Onyx developed Rabies Carcinoma. "It's a one in a million chance that this can happen," my vet explained. "There's something with the genetic code of some rare cats that after receiving the rabies shot, they get cancer."
"Of course it would be us," I laughed, hiding the pain and shoving my tears down. Not again. "What do we do?"
Rabies Carcinoma, like Feline Infectious Peritonitis, is an extremely rare disease that is diagnosed by ruling out everything else it possibly could be. The only difference is that it isn't fatal - at least as long as it isn't punctured. Onyx could easily live a very long, happy kitty life as long as we don't puncture the growth on his hip. He's lived with his cancer for four years now and doing just fine. He has episodes where he needs to take steroids to help him eat, but it isn't often, and he's always grateful to be taken care of.
I've returned to being a more mellow parent. Then Psydon had an asthma attack. It scared the crap out of us both, because we weren't sure what was happening. We googled, I kept telling my husband that it looked like an asthma attack. Making sure albuterol was safe for kitties, I administered a breathing treatment to him with my nebulizer. It worked. The next day, our vet confirmed what I already knew - Psydon had asthma and has to be medicated. He has one medicine for if he has an attack, and another if he has consistent attacks and needs to have steroidal help. Frost started experiencing the same symptoms a year later.
Orion had a massive asthma attack last night that didn't present at all like the other two. We had no idea what was happening to him but it looked like he was choking, had something lodged, and couldn't dislodge it. ER vet confirmed he had asthma. "While not common, it's easily treatable with medication," he started explaining.
"We know. We have two at home with asthma, but they've never reacted like this"
"It probably presented differently because it was a severe attack," he explained.
We sat on the bench, waiting for Orion to be released when I started chuckling. "I didn't want to have kids for this very reason," I explained to my husband. "I know my genes. I didn't want to share them with another. Of course we'd have kitty kids that have issues."
He smiled at me, "yah, we seem to be lucky that way."

It got me to thinking this morning, that life finds a way. I can't procreate so I have cats. Surprisingly enough, they have the same health issues I'd have passed off to offspring, so I get to experience that anyway. Life always seems to find a way to give you everything you don't want.

Sunday, August 19, 2018

Kiss Me: An Asian Boxed Set Anthology

Two Worlds, One Kiss, a Lifetime of Love
This set features EIGHT sweet contemporary romance novellas featuring handsome Asian heroes.
From Australia’s vineyards to the bright lights of Hong Kong, these stories have something for anyone looking for a little international flair in their romance.
This set will only be available for a limited time only, so don’t miss out!
Joanne Dannon – An Unexpected Forever -   
A world of differences, an unexpected forever.
Because of her upbringing, they can’t date and they can’t live together. Their differences leave them worlds—and soon to be oceans—apart. With such a gulf between them, can they find a way to bridge it together and seize their unexpected forever?
Khardine Gray – Kisses and Blossoms-  Akihiro Kimora was the kind of guy you’d imagine in a dream. If only he wasn’t the cop investigating the theft of a priceless Japanese painting Helen was suspected of stealing.
Is this the case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, but then how would they have met?
Imogene Nix – Hero of Heartbreak Hill-  When Connor meets Kelly it’s clear that she’s been hurt before and the reason she fights against the growing attraction between them. When her past raises its ugly head, the question becomes: can the outback town of Heartbreak Hill—and Connor—heal her broken heart?
Aislinn Kearns – Until You
Dakota Harrison – Once Upon a K-Pop Prince-  A hunky hardbody in her bed wasn’t what Andi ordered for her 40th birthday but when he has the face of an angel, the package is hard to resist.
A gorgeous woman in his bed might be any man’s dream come true, but for Min-Kyu, it could turn into a nightmare. If only she wasn’t HIS dream come true.
One little lie, a career at stake, and a match made in Okinawa.
Fiona Marsden – Beautiful Stranger- She trusted him with her body but can she trust him with her heart.
Terri A. Wilson – A New Ending-  As a single parent, Jamie has no time for love and spends all her energy creating a better life for her daughter. When faced with a choice between the life she once led and a man she barely knows but wants to be with forever, will she have the courage to face her mistakes and trust that love is unconditional?
Zena Oliver – Seven-Day Cruise-  Riley and Taite kept their careers as their top priority. Neither was willing to sacrifice for love. When they met on the cruise, neither intended to become more than friends. But their hearts didn't get the memo.
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Tuesday, July 17, 2018

Two New Anthologies

Two new anthologies available for pre-order now.

$0.99 each!

Rise of the Fallen has my short story prequel, Death of Dragons, along with stories from 9 other authors.

Twisted 2 has a collection of 19 authors scaring the socks off you!

Tuesday, March 27, 2018

Underlayes book 2 release by T. A. Moorman

The Succubus, The Demon, & The Witch
By T. A. Moorman
Published by After Glows Publishing 3/27/2018

In Underlayes, a dimension separate from our own, where all mystical creatures reside, lies an orphanage for seemingly cast-off children, known as the Abbey. Children who are born from two or more factions. There they learn both who and what they truly are, and what powers they have lying within. What these children do not know is they were put there for their own good, for their protection, not because they were unwanted or unloved. In fact, the very opposite is true. Many would kill to get their hands on these children.

As Jelissa comes of age, she is about to learn the hard way to what lengths one such being is willing to go.

Jelissa has been a resident of the Abbey for as long as she has been alive. She has also never known what she is, besides being part witch. At the age of twenty-five, she will learn just what types of blood run through her veins. She will also find out much more—that she is also the long-lost princess almost no one even knew existed.

Tialanna secreted her only child away for her own protection. Before she can tell Jelissa the truth, Jelissa is kidnapped. All Tialanna’s greatest fears unfold before her very eyes, and her past comes back to haunt her in more ways than one.

As most do when they come of age, Jelissa will learn the hard way that adult life isn't all it’s cracked up to be. And Tialanna learns the hard way that if you don’t learn from your past, it will come back and bite you on the ass.

Tialanna and her band of unmerry misfits are in a race against the clock to rescue Jelissa. Will they find her in time? And if they do, will they be able to save her from a danger they hadn’t anticipated: herself?

“The enemy you know is one thing—you at least know what you’re up against. Someone who you don’t know, well, it’s kinda hard to come up with a game plan when you have no idea who or what you’re even preparing to fight.” Anya sat back as she thought of her vision as she added, “And if they somehow took her into the human realm, we also need to worry how being a sin eater demon will affect her.”
“Dear Goddess, I didn’t even think of that,” Elyssia gasped in alarm.
“That’s right, Sis, none of us really did. Like I said before, sin isn’t a thing here. We never even entertained the possibility of her ending up there. She’s been her entire life with almost no power at all. If that much power comes on line all at once—power that won’t only be foreign to her, but more than she’s ever learned how to contain or control—it’ll either help her, or it just might kill her.”

About the Author:

When you become a Mom, you begin to put yourself last, and your combat boots begin to collect dust. Going to your child's PTA meetings in full Gothic, especially industrial, regalia is pretty much frowned upon. Especially by your own children, and your teens would die of a heart attack. But, one should not have to completely stop being themselves, uniqueness is greatness. All of that darkness is put into the words in her books, and designs in her jewelry sold in her GothicMoms DarkCharms shop.

Single mother of five beautiful children, but by far more than just that. T. A. Moorman is an artist, a former violinist, a seamstress, a crafter, a writer, a blogger, a reviewer, a dark confidant and a darkly dangerous, fiercely protective friend. And currently broke, so go buy something of hers. Lol.

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Wednesday, February 21, 2018


I've had a lot on my mind lately and been avoiding other things. <- I know, super vague.
I literally had an epiphany like 3 minutes ago and thought I'd share. First, I tend to like to ramble more on Facebook than anywhere else, and not on my page, but on my personal profile. I think some of these ramblings need to be switched to a different media - either here or on my actual page, since most of them have to do with writing and my process/frustrations. So I'm going to try that and see what happens. Apparently, that's my motto for this year. Last year was the "year of Change." This year it's, "let's try that and see what happens." I have zero control and minimal direction. And I'm freaking out - but oddly okay with that.
Second, I'm writing a new short story for another anthology. I love anthologies btw. As a reader more than a writer, since most of the anthologies I've been in have been extremely frustrating from my side of things. But I absolutely love reading and being introduced to new authors by way of anthologies. After the last one I participated in, I didn't think I'd have the courage to try again, but here I am, avoiding writing this little story.
And you know why? Because - and this is where the epiphany comes in - I love this story. I've been wanting to write it almost since I started writing in 2010. I have pictures, synopsis, notes, even the first few chapters plotted. I thought, "ohh! This new anthology is the PERFECT opportunity to jump into this book - write the intro here and when I'm ready, I'll write the whole thing." And I've been avoiding it all week; purposely finding other things I've wanted to work on/study instead. I have this book so hyped in my head that I am having doubts that I'm good enough to write it. There. I said it. No one could write it except for me - it's MY story.
But I want it to be epic. I want people to hold it in their hands reverently. In awe of what's between the pages. Emotions running the whole gamut from angry to weeping to overjoyed. And I'm absolutely terrified that I won't be able to deliver. I have this pressure I've put on myself that's completely unreasonable.
I started writing it today. I've decided on a new path for it, while still holding onto the original goals. And I'm okay if it's not epic for everyone. If just one person has to stop at some point while reading to hold it to their chest and whisper, "I love this book," then I've done it.