It’s the Sunday night after Thanksgiving. I was in my room sleeping when around 5 am I hear my roommate walk from her bedroom to the bathroom or so I thought. My door was ajar, and I couldn’t fall back asleep until I was sure she was back in her room. I never hear her return to her room. I need to sleep; I can’t stay up monitoring her activity. Suddenly, I hear what can only be described as full-grown grizzly bear mixed with Chubakka snoring. Rebecca, you can't sleep with your door open if you plan to snore like a wildebeest.  A half hour later I hear some stomping. I get that it might be prayer o’clock but it can also be quite an hour?  THUD! Things crash and tumble. That was the last straw; I needed to confront her. But I can’t go out there rolling my neck; she could be hurt. She’s not in the living room. I see a glow coming from the kitchen.  Spotted in the far left corner: Bobby the burglar passed out with the fridge wide open and his belongings sprawled all over the f

Y'all, I feel like I've been living in the library. I currently have five books related writing and the business of being an artists and businessperson. I also purchased two e-books about independent publishing from one of my favorite authors/entrepreneurs, Sylvia Hubbard. What's up with all the reading? Well, I've been feeling a bit stagnant and think it's time to invest in my personal and professional growth. Yeah. Yeah. I know it's tough to think of me -- someone who is continuously producing -- as stagnant. I once joked to my good friend and former editor at The Daily Herald,  Lisa Davis-Burnett that I have "employment ADHD". Once I understand how something works and figure out a way to replicate output, I get bored and want to move on. So, I've been hitting the library real hard hoping to breathe new life in my artistic ventures. Outside of work, I've also been thinking about how I can be a better person. I kind of fell off on so