My Interview With AllAuthor

Good morning! Today is supposed to be hot. Powell River is a nice place but high heat is rare here. So today the fans will be on and I’ll be writing. I wanted to share an interview I participated in. I hope you enjoy it.

All Authors did an interview with me.

Let me know what you think of the interview. 🙂

My interview with All Authors

  1. What has been your most cherished childhood memory? It would be the Christmas I got my first journal I felt like a real writer that day. What did I know I was six.😂
  2. What does writing mean to you? Writing makes me feel alive. I love writing.
  3. What are your thoughts on conventional publishing vs self-publishing? What route did you choose and why? To be truthful I like both but I’m not patient enough to sit around and wait for a year or longer to do what I can accomplish in a much shorter time. Writing is a passion of mine. I do it because I love it and that is all that matters.
  4. What were some of the thoughts swimming through your head while you were trying to get your first book published? I wondered if anyone would love my book as much as I did.
  5. When writing, do you prefer to work after setting an outlined plot? Or just take an idea and then see where it gets you? I would say a bit of both. I enjoy having a skeleton of the story, but I also love to fly by the seat of my pants.
  6. What inspired the plot of your novel, The Missing Pieces of Teravaza: Danger lurking? I like aliens and I thought it would be fun to write a hybrid story about them. I had a dream about an alien invasion and I thought what the hell let’s go for it.
  7. Why did you decide to make Wind Walkers a series? I love wolves, but the story is more than wolves it’s dragons and witches and angels. I wanted to have fun and it was a sure way to do so. I had a lot of dreams about wolves and thought, why not dive into that.
  8. How long did it take you to finish writing “Daily Journal: 365 days of memories”? A week. It’s a blank journal. The cover is beautiful his name is Lakota. It’s perfect for keeping things you don’t want to lose. I have a hard copy myself for all my passwords. I got tired of plain covers.
  9. What is your writing routine? Do you have a specific place or time where you think you write better? I like to get up by 4 am and begin writing. It’s my favourite time of the day. The time is perfect though if it was by the ocean I would not complain.
  10. What would you like to say to any fans reading this right now? Any advice? Keep going, never give up. Chase these dreams! What do you have to lose?
  11. Have you read any good books recently? What is your all-time favourite book? I don’t have an all-time favourite, there are too many to choose from, but I’ve read the Younglings by Helena Craggs, books one and two and really enjoyed it.
  12. Do you prefer reading or writing? Why? Writing, I love reading, but I prefer to design worlds.
  13. Is there anything new that you’re working on? When can we expect the next book to come out? Genavine’s Faith is in editing #paranormal #dystopian #drama with a touch of romance. Then there’s My Heart for you, it’s coming out soon. #romanticsuspense #cowgirlromance. And last but not least there is Terror in the Shadows, which is halfway done #occult #detective #mystery #romance.
  14. How has been your experience working with AllAuthor? I love you guys. I think you guys are amazing.
  15. When did you first realize that being a writer is something you wanted to pursue? I knew it would happen someday. I was always a poet, but until I got older life got in the way of having a writing career.
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I weep for you

I crawl through this world


Hoping to find you

Are you lost?

I often wonder

Did I ever really know you?

I breathe in

I exhale

But I keep going

Because you are important

You and I are one

We climb the mountains of the impossible together

We swim through life as a team

You are my soul

And I am your heart

Feel the beat and find me

Beneath the Azure

Good morning! It is a wonderful Friday. A start to a fantastic weekend. The birds sang for nearly an hour before the caw of the crow interrupted. Today I’m waking down to the ocean side. It’s beautiful there. I need a bit of peace and that’s where I’ll find it.

Maybe tomorrow I will have some pictures. ❤


In the blue

Way down deep

With the fish

I swim

I see the innocents of the sea

And how we are destroying it

I wish

I could touch it all

And make the darkness fade

But I am nothing but a mortal

With no power

I would wade through the waves

And dive to the bottom

Pick up the sad and clean the ocean’s bed

I would swim among the waves and play with the dolphins

I would kiss away the blues of the sea

Taking my heart

And offering it to all who is in need of love


Have a wonderful day. ❤

Illustrations By Lisa Aisato

Hola 🌴☀️🤍🦋 The Sun Gods

Good morning! It’s a lovely Thursday. Only 2 AM here, so the bids aren’t even awake. However, I am wide awake and thinking about writing. Been discussing locations to buy a house with my family, lately. Spain came up in the conversation. Have you been there?

It’s warm, beautiful, and the roar of the ocean is loud enough to hear from your patio. It makes for great inspiration. Another thing I enjoy about Spain is the open-air markets. It’s so much better to buy food from the people who grow it.

The people there were friendly and inviting. They smiled and made a huge fuss over my pets. Kindness goes such a long way. I loved their traditions and how they relaxed in the afternoon and opened most businesses in the evening. It’s a wonderful place to visit. I don’t know about living, haven’t tried it yet.



Heat rises

From my soft silky skin

As I lay, taking in the ocean air

I sigh

Thinking about the warmth it provides

The sun

And how the moon lowered for this day

I question nothing

I only enjoy

I then walk along the ocean shore

Feeling the cool water touch my toes

Reminding me of this beautiful day

I whisper sweet nothings

To the sun gods

Praising them

And loving the gifts they gave

I twirl, smiling

Leaving footprints where I’ve been

Making history

Doing nothing, but loving the sun


Have a beautiful Thursday. ❤

Open air markets

Golden Memories

Good morning! It’s bright and sunny out. What a fabulous day. Today, I was thinking about a camping trip I took. I was down by Pentiction, BC. I had my two cats with me. They used dot travel with me a lot. I had my car at the time, not the bike.

It wasn’t really a camping area. It was over the bank, by the lake, and it was perfect. I remember seeing the city lights and feeling far away. I made a campfire and put my cats on their leash. They had the entire area to roam but they chose to moch a few seagulls. It was very cute. I spent the night relaxing, roasting marshmallows and sorting through thoughts that left me wondering.



I can see the light

The mountains

And the sun that rises behind your eyes

It rushes through me

Like a wicked wind

Roaring for control

It takes my heart

And runs through the light

Playfully taunting me

It holds me through the rough times

Releasing me back into the wild

Where freedom waits

It whispers my name

Repeatedly until I listen

It sweeps the sky, removing the star

Placing each in my hand

Showing me the love I deserve

It stole the moon and hid it beneath its heart

Hoping I would notice

And I did


Have a beautiful day. ❤

Sweet Trails to the Moon

Good morning! It’s a beautiful Tuesday. I woke late, so I miss the first song of the birds. I guess I needed the sleep. I’m a thinker. Sometimes, it takes a while to fall asleep, that was me last night. Dreams change with time. What I used to want isn’t the same anymore. Think back to when you couldn’t imagine wanting anything else? Did it change?

I used to work the ranches in my earlier days, before becoming a full-time writer. I didn’t want to be a writer when I was younger. I wanted freedom. I wanted to be one with the Earth, and that’s what I did. When I wasn’t riding, I was working with the horses.

There’s a ranch in AlbuquerqueNew Mexico. I worked there for a while. I’d wake before the sun, and make homemade beans and Ice tea for everyone then hit the barn. There were a few dozen horses, and lots of messy stalls to be cleaned. I spent half the day there then I took folks out for an afternoon ride. It was fantastic! Do you like horses?

Here is a poem about the open wild.



Deep inside

There is an open wild

That roams my soul

Searching for its freedom

It rides through the fields

Like a wild stallion

Galloping away with my heart

The wind

The rain

Even a storm

Can’t stop it

Its energy is like fire

That raises in the form

Of love travelling to the heavens

It jumps star to star like a stone trail

Riding the light of the moon


Have a beautiful day. ❤

Riding The Grey

Good morning! Today is a fantastic day. Something was different though. I woke, listening for the songs of the tiny birds but got a lot of loud caws. The crows were on the go this morning. I love crows. They’re considered the messengers from the other side. Did you know a crow never forgets a face?

I figure it’s time to let you know who I am. This girl is many things. I have lived a life of gold but travelled a bumpy path. I am not rich, nor am I poor. I spent many years on the road travelling and I plan on doing it again. I love the freedom it gives me. Sometimes I have friends with me, other times it’s me and the highway with the wind in my hair. I guess I’m what they call an Iron Cowgirl. Semi-retired, I don’t think I will ever do it full-time again, yet who really knows until it happens. It’s been a while since I rode which makes me sad.

I love life and maybe it’s an addiction, who knows. I can’t get close enough to the life I love. The closest I’ve been is when I’m on a bike, in the wind, heading for nowhere. I’m going to write. My pen is calling. XOXOX


My chin in the air

Riding the grey

Following the wind

That takes me away

A whisper of freedom

That takes my hand

Pulling me

Taunting me

Into an unknown land

A gnawing ache

That makes me want to go

To live that lifestyle

That not too many know

I would crawl

I would run

I would steal the moon from the sky

To hold on to that feeling

In my bleeding soul


Have a great day. ❤

Happy Father’s Day

Good morning! I’m feeling much better. ❤ Today is a beautiful Sunday. The sun is just rising but is promising to warm the earth. Today’s Father’s Day. I want to take a second and wish the wonderful father’s out there, that took time and raised their kids through good and bad a fantastic day. You deserve this day!

We had a bear out by the garbage can last night. He was medium-sized, and kinda disturbed that he couldn’t get in the can. He was gorgeous. Powell river is full of beauty. I love being able to open my eyes and see them every day.

I’m writing. I’m working on my romantic suspense. I’m hoping today will be nice and dry. I like to take a walk down by the ocean. I hope you all have a great day. XOXOX

❤ ❤ ❤

“Those beautiful lips left him tangled in knots, wanting more. He was still having trouble catching his breath just thinking about it. Time stopped when they touched. It was like floating to heaven. Her lips were hot like fire. He could kiss her all day and forget the world existed.”

Quote from My Heart for You.

Unknown artist

Simple Saturday… is anything ever truly simple?

Good morning! I’m keeping it simple today. Anyone who knows me at all knows I just underwent surgery for the gallbladder. My incisions are healing well but I’m having a lot of issues sleeping. It seems my spleen is swelling and hurts like an SOB. I don’t know how serious that is. I won’t know until I call my surgeon this morning.

I’m going to introduce you to my next release. It’s a #paranormal #dystopian #drama

This is chapter one (unedited) It’s being edited now. Soon to be released.


She stood by his body as he took his last breath. Something inside her felt sorry for the man, but this was a war; there wasn’t any time for sympathy. It was her life or his, at least that’s how she remembers it.

Her name is Genavine. She’s the leader of the underground revolution, also known as Gena. Nothing stood in her way; she was out for blood and willing to take it however she had to. She led hundreds of men, most prepared to die for the cause. Her conscience screamed, but a gut feeling told her to keep fighting for the little people who struggled to survive since the government abandoned them.

It had been five years since that day, and people from all over the world banned together. They took it among themselves to destroy anything that stood with regulation or theory. Unfortunately, the government fled instead of fighting back, leaving an endless number of families to suffer through the unspeakable consequences of their actions.

Gena was never one for the rules, yet she believed the government kept their world in perspective; obviously, she was right. She never understood how come they didn’t fight back or why the army didn’t bulldoze their way through, ending it. Maybe they thought it wasn’t worth it, that the people were a lost cause; either way, here she was fighting to protect what she believed in.

Marcus, her second in command, stood by the roof’s ledge. “Not a single person in sight. It’s all’s clear.”

Gena smiled, looking around. It was an older building; it had everything they required. They claimed it as their base when the war began; it was ideal for her team’s safety. The main door was steel with matching bars on the windows; even if they attempted to break the glass, no one could enter without the key.

There were fifty apartments in this building; a couple were used for storage, and a few were transformed into a bunkhouse for singles, but mainly it housed the troops and their families. Some of her soldiers have children, making it even more vital to keep this fight alive.

Some days she wasn’t sure what the fight was about anymore; it was as if the meaning behind it was lost in casting the enemy’s blood. The army that stood behind her didn’t agree; they still fought for reasons she had been questioning lately. Some seemed to enjoy the violence; maybe they had adopted it over the duration. Time in this new world was heavy like steel chains weighing you down. With nothing changing and so much destruction, time didn’t matter, yet it lingered endlessly.

Marcus pointed while yelling. “Here they come! I knew it was too good to be true. This is our territory; we can’t have the looters taking what’s ours.”

Gena spotted the group of strangers; they dashed in and out of places, taking what they could. Once they cleared out the supplies, they’d set the location on fire. Thankfully their building was composed of cement; the only things that would burn were materialistic.

She watched her men burst into the streets to protect what was theirs. She knew at that exact moment that one of the spouses was by the door, locking it to protect the families that remained in the building. Another group was on their knees, praying for the loved ones that bolted into battle.

Guns could be heard in the near distance. Multiple shots were fired through the air. Gena usually was out fighting the battle, but today she was plotting a fight of her own. Screams filled the air as bodies fell to the ground; some injured, others dead; she prayed her men did the killing. Each time Gena prayed, she laughed to herself; old habits are hard to break. It had been ages since she held faith in her heart, for why would a loving God grant so many this horrible life. A life of misery and pain, which eventually ends in a painful death for everyone. Many people died off within the first few months, most from starvation, others from defending themselves; only the strong survive. It’s not just a phrase; it’s the truth.

Alice peered over at Gena. “We need volunteers for weeding today. Everything’s looking fantastic this year, though I hope we get more rain.”

Gena smiled, throwing her thumbs up. “You got it. I’ll delve into it as soon as I go downstairs.”

Marcus stood looking through the scope of his rifle. “Our men are still standing. So far, it’s only the enemy that’s fallen.”

Gena let out a deep sigh, then lowered her head in sadness. “That’s good news. Let’s hope it remains that way. Keep me updated.”

The hallways of the old building echoed from the heel of her boots. She never used to notice factors like that, but lately, she had become fixated on them. There were so many changes from what she called the real world; things everyone took for granted were now a thing of the past. Sometimes they were haunted by glimmers of a memory. Shadows from the past constantly crept upon them, leaving them wishing this nightmare would end.

Her apartment was relatively insignificant; most times, she felt as if a can of sardines had more room. It was home, though; she had made it her own over the past five years. Her windows were covered with a sheet; it gave her a sense of privacy when she was busy planning their next heist. There was a couch and a small table in this one-roomed apartment. She had a shelf of books she managed to gather for entertainment, most from the public library before the people destroyed it. She was proud of her collection yet saddened by the thought that no more would be written throughout time. Gena held a gift within her sight that many have lost since the world changed.

Mike knocked on her door loudly, waiting for Gena to answer. Within seconds he was invited in, and the two were heavy in a discussion.

Gena frowned. “What do you mean there’s no access on the north side of the building?”

Mike shrugged. “That’s what they said, but here are my thoughts. If we go to the West, there’s an old entrance through the basement; we can enter there. I heard they used to keep supplies in that storage room there. It’d be worth the look, don’t you agree?”

Gena took a deep breath. “That’s brilliant. Yes! Have the men ready first thing in the morning; we’ll go in at the first sign of light. We need to stay ahead of the others. We wouldn’t want the supplies we require to fall into their hands.”

Mike rose, walking towards the door. “I think this is it; we may have found the mother lode of supplies. If this is what I think it is, we’ll control this district. Our families will have reserves for quite a while.”

Gena undid the laces in her boots, allowing her tired feet to rest. “I hope you’re right. It would be nice to know that the security of our team was taken care of for a while. Unfortunately, I need to get some work done; I’m working on a new mission for this team. Shut the door on your way out and keep me updated, for God’s sake. I have wished for nothing but peace for this horde of soldiers. I’ll be dammed if I miss the moment that happens.”


Have a beautiful day.

Friday…what more can you ask for?

Good morning! Today is beautiful. It’s Friday and I know that makes so many people smile. It’s the kind of day you turn up the music and dance. Celebrate life for what it is. You don’t have to have a lot in life, but you do need self-love and gratitude.

“There is nothing greater than the gift of life, for how could one experience love without the breath we take. Each breath is a step closer to fate. Her being my chosen path. Her soul a footprint of my destiny and her breath an echo of my heartbeat.”

Tears of a Cowgirl

Today I’m grateful for you. What are you #grateful for?


I am here

Is that not enough?

I won’t fall

Not within the light

I can climb

To the highest point

Scream my name

And jump

My faith is strong.

Because I believe

Freedom is a choice


Have a lovely Friday. ❤

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