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I love being a mom and a wife. I've married to a man I would do anything for, and we have three beautiful children. I see so much of myself in both of them that it sometimes brings me to tears (happy ones).

I also love writing. Romance to be specific. I love the happily ever after that I believe everyone deserves. My stories aren't 'stop and smell the roses' type romances. While I believe everyone deserves happiness and true love, I know that sometimes you have to walk a hard road to find it. Those are the types of stories I like to write. The happily ever after that wasn't found, but earned. I work to earn mine on a daily basis and so do my characters. 

I am also working on a children's picture book series. Inspired (of course) by my kiddos. :)

On the non-writing front, I play acoustic guitar, sing, read like I get paid for it, ride horses, hike, paint rocks, and support a rather obsessive addiction to Pinterest.

I love to cook, which combined with my pinning addiction, leads to many experiments foisted on my unsuspecting husband and kids, mostly with good results. But sometimes, the dogs gets what the family refuses to eat. And they never complain. 

Saturday, November 2, 2013

Friday Night Entertainment

I like to put a little humor into what I write. So where do I get my inspiration? My children, of course. For those of you that have kids, you know exactly what I'm talking about. Those little moments that make you laugh so hard, you might pee your pants. For those of you without children, here's an example of why my kids inject so much humorous inspiration into my life:

The Meredith family is sitting at the table for dinner. The six-year-old daughter gets up to use the bathroom but quickly returns.
Aubree: "I went to go to the bathroom but there was a giant turd in the toilet!"
 The rest of the members of the family burst into hysterical laughter.
Me: Laughing and trying not to choke. "Well, did you flush it?"
Aubree: With an indignant look on her face. "No! It wasn't my turd!"
More laughter ensues while nine-year-old son tries to escape, unnoticed, from the table, blushing deeply.

Maybe I should be writing comedy instead of romance? I'd have a full-size novel of hilarious things my kids have said and done. :)