Hello my valiant readers. I’m going to deviate from the norm again today.

Not many of you know that the hubby man and myself have been on a ketogenic lifestyle for the last five months. What does that mean? No starches, sugar, bread or anything of the such.

I’ll admit I struggled with this healthy eating for awhile in the beginning. Starches and sugar was my life. No I wasn’t a chocolate fiend or anything, but I loved sugar in my coffee. The change from regular sugar to splenda was a hard one for me to adjust to. As for starches and bread. I love potatoes and rolls. Again, that was a hard hit for me. I figured it was a small price to pay when meat was so highly recommended. I am a carnivore. So, I jumped in with both feet.

Wow did it suck to begin with. I wanted to beat up anyone for looking at me cross eyed. My energy depletion found me napping most days in that first two weeks.

However, my body has finally learned to adjust to these changes. It’s been a steady weight loss for us both. The changes within our bodies both clothes fitting, and inches lost is massive.

Anyway, the purpose of this post is after a month on this healthy eating you discover that you repeat foods. It gets…mundane and lack luster fast. So, the hubby man changed up the way we ate spaghetti squash leftovers.

Often times we have the leftovers due to the fact that we can only eat so much, and our kids….well they aren’t particularly fond of the vegetable. This time the hubby man decided to create hashbrowns out of the leftover.

Spaghetti Squash Hashbrowns

He melted a pad of real butter in the pan, mixed in seasonings, patted the squash into patties and tossed it into the butter until it browned on one side, flipped it over and did the same.

Oh my goodness, let me tell you it’s really good. I’m addicted to these things. As a special treat he makes breakfast out of it by placing a patty of squashbrowns on the bottom, a layer of eggs on top, and then a burger on that. It’s a high protein meal and often times you will have leftovers from that as well for breakfast the next morning due to it being so filling.

As for now, back to work for me.

L.O.L. (Live it – Own it – Love it)


Lovely Ladies

Hello, my amazing readers. Today, I wanted to simply give mad props to a group of lovely ladies that I’m so fortunate to have in my life. They are the type of friends, while yes all of them virtual friends on social media, they are still always there. I feel blessed to have them in my life. They are the type of friends that build you up.

Even though we are all on the writing path, they don’t rip you apart. Instead, they help me, and I help them. To me that makes them some of the strongest women I know.

I recently have pulled down my first book to start going through to polish it. You have no idea how much you learn in a few years until you read your first novel. Yikes, icky, and a few other choice words pop into my head as I work on my first novel. I’ve felt stuck, uninspired, and have already packed the book away ready to move on.

Problem is I promised a series out of the book, and regardless of how awful (yes, I’m my own worst critic) I think it is the book has gained quite the readership. Who am I to deny my readers the rest of the story? So while I’m awaiting publishing news on another book (seriously, the hardest wait for a writer) I figured I’d give another crack at it.

Why do I mention this? Because I cleaned up the first chapter. One of my lovely friends offered to critique it for me. I sent it off to her, and bam. She not only sends me back a compliment, but she also sends me back a real critique. One where the chapter is dissected into bits, and she has found things I have never realized with the book.

I know I got done saying I knew it was bad, but I never realized some of these little holes. Oh, no worries I’ll plug them, and get them smoothed out. It’s what I do. It helps so much to have someone willing to say hey, got confused here. You contradict yourself here.

I don’t find it discouraging, but rather invigorating. All of my work will pay off in the end, and the book will be so much better for it in the end. I need the critique partners to finish off this endeavor. It goes like this, after you’ve read through the same book so many times you can’t count the only critical thing you can bring to the table is the lighter to set the book on fire.

So, instead of doing that I’ve got lovely friends that are willing to help out when I need it, and I will return the favor always. We have a you scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours mode of operation going. It isn’t something we’ve ever voiced, it’s just the way we work. All of us genuinely want to see the other succeed.

Now that is friendship. I leave you now my readers as I scurry off to dive into the WIP. I have a renewed sense of confidence, determination, and a long rocky road ahead of me, but we will get there.

Thank you to all my amazing friends, readers, and the Trysters in my life.

L.O.L (Live it – Own it – Love it) I know I’m going to.

Please Welcome My Guest, V. L. Locey

Hello, my valiant readers. I’m excited to be a part of this cover reveal. Please give a warm welcome to my friend, and fellow author. So, let me turn the time over to her.


Hi there! My name is V.L. Locey and I`m a multigenre erotic romance author. Thank you for stopping by to help celebrate the cover reveal of the newest book in my To Love a Wildcat series, Reality Check! And a huge thanks to Misty for allowing me to visit her blog on this special day. *Hugs*

I thought I`d share some info about the book, a blurb, and the cover. Then, if you wish, you can follow the link to my blog where I`m having a giveaway! One random commenter on my blog will win a $10 Amazon Gift Card OR a $10 NHL Shop Gift Card. Easy as pie, right?

Thank you for stopping by. I hope you enjoy learning more about Reality Check and will grab a copy when it releases on October 8th. Have a great day!

V.L. Locey





The team owner/head coach relationship can be a tenuous one at times. Isabelle Lancourt can testify to just how stressful it can be. Ever since her husband passed away, leaving her his beloved Wildcats, she and Philip Moore have been at loggerheads. When the opportunity to sign a Russian hotshot presents itself, Isabelle leaps at the chance to prove herself as more than just a pretty face.

Dealing with hot flashes, salary caps, and trade deadlines she can handle with ease. The aftermath of an ill-advised, but erotically superb, rendezvous in Siberia with the handsomely annoying Coach Moore? That was not in any Wildcats playbook. Can Isabelle and Philip handle the changes life is about to throw at them? Or will combining their personal and professional lives prove to be a misconduct penalty that the league simply cannot overlook?


Author Bio:

V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, belly laughs,  reading and writing lusty tales, Greek mythology, the New York Rangers,  comic books, and coffee. (Not necessarily in that order.) She shares her life with her husband, her daughter, one dog, two cats, a steer named after a famous N.H.L. goalie,  a pig named after a famous President, and a flock of assorted domestic fowl.

When not writing lusty tales, she can be found enjoying her day with her menagerie in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania with a cup of fresh java in hand. She can also be found online on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, and GoodReads.

I love to meet new friends and fans! You can find me at-

Facebook- https://www.facebook.com/pages/VL-Locey/124405447678452

Twitter- https://twitter.com/vllocey


Goodreads- http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5807700.V_L_Locey

My blog- http://thoughtsfromayodelinggoatherder.blogspot.com/

Secret Cravings Backlist Books:

Pink Pucks & Power Plays (Book One of the To Love a Wildcat Series)

A Most Unlikely Countess (Book Two of the To Love a Wildcat Series)

O Captain! My Captain!(Book Three of the To Love a Wildcat Series)

Inner Voice

Hello once again, my amazing readers.

This weekend was sort of a bust on the writing front. That’s alright though. I’m still sitting at a good number for the start of the week, 14k. I’ll take that, and I’ll increase it by this coming weekend by quite a bit more.

I’m also sitting at that point where I start to second guess my project. Ah, that glorious voice has awaken, whispering my ear.

This is crap. Your characters aren’t strong enough. The story line is weak. You should junk it. This isn’t needed, it’ll just turn out like all your other endeavors.

I’m sure many of you creative types have been through it. This is the exact spot where you stand, and ponder. Do you gear up, and continue the battle? Or do you turn tail and quit? We all face this spot from time to time. It’s the point where the story is no longer fun, or a toy. It also tends to be where the plot thickens, where the characters face challenges, just as you are.

Question is are you going to see them through the turmoil, or are you going to cave?

I have countless half finished projects that usually face the ‘not right now’ pile of finishing. They range from about 15k to 25k. That tends to be my rough spot, and where the inner voice kicks in. There have been many a time that I’ve listened to the voice and thrown them into that file folder.

I lick my wounds with a I’m not ready to write that one. I don’t know enough to finish this one yet, but I’ll come back to it. Or I’m saving myself from wasting my own time.

Oh yes, I’ve used about every comforting crap thought I could. The fact is…I chickened out. I’m great at starting projects, I struggle to finish them. I’d rather face a thousand editing pieces, that muddle through the center of a book….

Ah…yes, it took me years to find that little quirk or fault in myself. Now I have my eye on it I will be pushing through. It’s time to change some habits and finish what I start.

Here’s to telling that Inner voice to bug off, and completing work. We’re getting into the sticky of the plot. Now it’s time to settle into work.

Remember L.O.L. my friends. (Live it – Own it – Love it).

When Things Don’t Pan Out

Hello, my glorious readers. I’m going to start this off by telling you a personal story.

Recently, my husband and I have been trying to get a car. Nothing is panning out in our favor. We’re hearing no, or being ignored by various factors. It’s been devastating. The Hubby Man is starting to slip into a bout of depression from it all. I have found happiness among the factor. Sound odd? Sadistic, maybe?

Not really, let me explain. 

Nothing has changed in my life. It’s not that I’m afraid of change…well mostly. I’ve just come to the realization that we’re not worse off for being told no or ignored. We have survived years without a car. It isn’t like we lost anything. Yes, a car would make life easier, but it isn’t a requirement. We are still in the same financial situations. We still have three beautiful children, and two furbabies that love us. Nothing devastating has happened. What did happen was that we placed so much value into having a car that we felt like we as humans, as caretakers of our family had less value because we did not have a car. 

It’s not true, not in the slightest. Our value as human beings did not change because we were told no, or do not have a car. We will continue to live, and thrive as participating people of the human race.

Now you may ask, how in the world does this apply to the writing world? I’m getting to that.

Yesterday I talked about having a submission waiting for a response. I’ve also blogged many times over the course of years about struggling to write. It has taken me until recently to reflect, and discover all of the key elements I needed to click. You know, those little ah-ha moments we all experience rather creative or not.

What clicked for me? It was easy once I took a step back, and quit fighting myself. 

Much like the car experience, I have done the same thing with my writing. I have put so much value on having a book accepted by a publisher, or being the next big name that I’ve lost the love, and passion for writing. It was suffocating, for me, and for my creativity. I was ready to give up. To accept writing as a hobby that was better left to something I did in free time.

Now I’m not saying I don’t want to have published books. That isn’t the message at all. I’d love to be a published author, or the next huge name. The thing is…it doesn’t change my value as a person. Sure, it’ll make ‘life easier’. See how that keeps popping up? 

It would be a glorious thing to have happen, and I’d be eternally grateful for every second of it, BUT it will not change the value of who I am. Not to me, and that is what matters. 

I have spent so much time placing pressure on myself to write the next big hit. That breakout novel that will set the world in a spin over the epicness of its words. That’s a lot of pressure to apply to ones self. So much so that you will find you are terrified to write. That every time you sit down to write you will throw out more partials to a novel, or have an over abundance of uncompleted work because it’s all crap. 

I sat myself down and I released that pressure. I might not write the next big hit. Not everyone will think my novels are filled with the wordsmith genius of so many other great authors. That’s okay. It doesn’t change my value to myself. It won’t stop me from writing.

Being an author is who I am. Telling stories is what I do. Nothing has changed, will change, or devalued me. That is, nothing but me. I put the reduced price on myself, because I didn’t think I was good enough. I put so much value on being a huge name that I felt unworthy – that I felt devalued without it. 

That all is changing. No matter what the outcome of the submission is I’ll keep writing. I’ll keep submitting. But most importantly – I’ll keep being ME, and nobody can be a better me than myself.

Keep creating. Keep dreaming, and most importantly take pride in the value of being yourself. You’d be surprised what all that positive energy can do for you.

L.O.L. (Live it – Own it – Love it), my readers.

Knee Deep in First Drafts

Welcome again, my readers. It’s been crazy busy as usual. I attended the Salt Lake City Comic Con on Saturday and had a blast. Next year I’m hoping to have a booth there. It was great to meet local authors, and not local ones alike. I’ve gathered plenty of portals into new worlds to dive into. The Hubby Man also got my son’s book signed by his favorite author, Brandon Mull. 

My amazing Hubby Man also attended and recorded writers panels for me on the two days that I could not attend. They have helped me immensely, and renewed my confidence in my own writing. Plus he bought me an inspirational book to which I’m all ready filling the pages with the secrets of this latest series, and gathering bits for future works as well.

After the much needed mental break I’m back into the working mode. I’ve been plotting, writing, and generally submerging myself into a fantasy world of my own creation. If all goes as planned it’ll be my biggest book yet. I’m looking forward to sharing this journey with all of you.

Not to mention that I’ve been writing notes, and tidbits for my next horror novel. It’s always great to gather a plethora of ideas to sort through, and decide your next project at a later date. It gives them time to grow into plot lines, or fully realized characters you can use.

I also have an upcoming anthology piece to get plotted. Plus, and this is a huge plus, I’m waiting to hear back from a publisher on rather my submission has been accepted. That has to be the most nerve wracking part of submitting – the waiting.

Until next time, readers.

L.O.L. (Live it – Own it – Love it)


Anxiety Disorder Awareness

Hello my avid readers. I will admit to struggling as of late. Not with ideas or even writing, but another struggle that effects it all – space.

Last Friday we had our entire apartment sprayed down for bugs. Which was a good thing, but it has spawned a tidal wave of changes within my own house.

I’ve lost what little personal space I had in the apartment. It has been consumed for the greater good of the family, but alas it doesn’t stop the fact that the tidal wave of changes going on bothers me. It isn’t so much that the change in itself bothers me, but rather the lack of my own space.

Sometimes I just feel suffocated. Mind you I have an anxiety disorder that prevents me from doing a lot of things. Even on my good days I need small breaks from my own family as the noise levels in the house raises that anxiety to panic attack levels. I used to have a small space that I could retreat into for a break, but now with all these changes I have lost that.

Does this mean I don’t want my family around? No, it just means that I have an invisible disorder like so many that effects the way I interact with people. Most of my family doesn’t actually understand this disorder at all.

Letting the maintenance men into my home to spray the house or fix things is a major struggle for me. It means I’m letting someone I don’t know into my personal space. Yes, I realize it is a fact of life. I cope with it. Albeit, not always so graciously, but I get through it. The panic attacks that ensue up to the point they enter to my house, and after they leave is no easy thing to deal with.

Now you add in the fact I’ve lost my own private haven to catch breathers and I’m developing a nervous twitch. I try to take my breathers outside, which is hard for me. We live in a very busy apartment complex, so often times not even outside is private or peaceful, only adding to it further.

Where does that leave me? It leaves me more lost than I was previously. I suffer from a lack of focus, and find my sleeping schedule changing to where I’m awake more at night after the family, and apartment complex has gone to sleep.

This isn’t something I consciously do, nor does it mean I lack the want to be around my family. It isn’t even something that can be controlled without medications. It just is a fact of my life. I don’t like it any more than anyone else, and I’ve grown tired of hearing you need to calm down before you give yourself a heart attack, or chill, or any of the various other things. If you have never dealt with anxiety to the point of where it attacks frequently, nor the debilitating fear it can bring with it, then you honestly have no grounds to speak up.

I realize this post came out more like a rant than I meant it to. It was supposed to be more of an awareness thing, but I’ll take what I have right now. Anxiety Disorder does exist. It is a silent torment that can take over many aspects of our lives, and it is an unseen abuser.

Until next time, my readers. I shall bring back my positive posts.