The Mob Museum, Las Vegas

The Mob Museum, Las Vegas

Every day I look out my office window and see this:

Jet stream in sky, winter 2018

And typically from October to March, when I stand up from my desk to take a break, I see this:

Winter landscape, January 2018 early morning

While the winter landscape can be utterly gorgeous, by January we’re dying to leave our winter jackets and gear behind, and escape the cold.

This year we headed to sunny Las Vegas to enjoy the heat and catch a few shows. Unfortunately, a cold front had moved into the city and we were forced to take our winter jackets along with us. (Yes, seriously, I’m not kidding!)

One of the highlights of our trip was our visit to The Mob Museum. Located in the downtown section of the city, we hopped onto the local transit bus and made the six mile journey from Caesars Palace north to 300 Stewart Avenue.

The Mob Museum, Las Vegas

No doubt you’re wondering why we would choose that particular site to visit.

Book four in the Caught Between series, titled Caught Between the Mob and a Hot Cop, is set on Serendipity Island at the Heavenly Estates Retirement Home. This story is about a plain Jane princess who is trying to save her family’s legacy, a hot cop who’s investigating a money laundering scheme, and retired mobsters determined to keep their home.

Of course, my story won’t have the violence level of the movie The Godfather. In fact, there won’t be any mobster violence at all. Instead, you’ll find humor, hijinks, a love story or two, and aging mobsters who will do anything to save their home, even if it means resurrecting their old careers.

Have you ever been to The Mob Museum in Las Vegas? Do you think a laugh-out-loud romance story with mobsters is possible? Let me know in the comments!

 

Running Away From It All

Running Away From It All

Do you ever have the urge to just pack your bags and run away…from like, everything? The day job? The night job? The housework, the laundry pile, the grocery shopping, cooking and paying the bills? The utility representative who totally pisses you off? Maybe even (shut the door!) the husband and kids?

I totally get it because I’ve been there more than once.

Sadly, I was born with the responsibility gene, and I’m sure that many of you were too. It’s one of those genes that makes you put all other needs before your own, even when soul deep, your body is shouting NOOOOOOOOOO!

My favorite spot to run to is this little island in the South Pacific. Ocean, beach, gentle surf…a little bit of heaven on earth. And when I can’t escape to paradise…

…I’ve found escape in books. It’s one of the reason why I decided to set my laugh-out-loud Caught Between series on a tropical island in the Caribbean. When I’m feeling the urge to escape and can’t, I can always immerse myself in reading and writing. And what better place—especially in the dead of winter—is there to write about than a place with the sound of the ocean waves in the background and warm temperatures year-round.

So now tell me in the comments…where do you go to escape? And when you can’t escape, what’s your favorite escape activity?

 

Zen…Or Letting Go After A Total Meltdown

Zen…Or Letting Go After A Total Meltdown

My Sweet Man and I live on a three acre parcel of land that is half rural, half city, which basically means that we pay city taxes but receive none of the city benefits (like water, sewer, and fast internet speeds). Recently, our internet provider offered us a new package that would increase our internet speed from practically non-existent to over 25kbps.

Excited, I signed up, and after a two week trial period, called my provider to cancel the old package. The faster speed is so beautiful, I’m willing to shell out the extra cash to move into the twenty-first century.

The next morning, my Sweet Man asks if my email is working. No, I reply, no worries. They’re probably performing maintenance on their email system. But two hours later, there’s still no email access.

At this point, the brain cells begin to fire and my Zen-ness begins to fall apart.

I contact my internet provider and discover our email addresses were attached to our old internet package. Everything has been deleted.

Now, I’d like to say “my bad”. Maybe I should have done more homework. Except that we’ve changed internet packages before without ever encountering this problem.

By the end of the day, after numerous phone calls, we still have no email and I’m in a very unZen-like state. I’m yelling at the poor worker on the other end of the phone and I can’t seem to stop myself. I’m out of control, beyond help, and my poor Sweet Man leaves the house every time I pick up the phone.

And then, between calls, I start to cry.

Why am I so upset? It’s only email. It’s not like we use our email to save the world.

And that’s when I begin to rediscover my Zen-like state and finally see the lesson I need to learn.

Trust that everything happens for a reason, even when we’re not wise enough to see the reason right away.

Believing this is on my list for 2018. Learn to trust. Learn to let go.

As I write this, I’m still without email. I’ve discovered I kind of like it. Hmmmm, maybe being without is part of my lesson too.

NOTE: If you wish to read more on the true meaning of the word ZEN, then click here.

So now tell me in the comments…have you ever been without email? If so, did you secretly enjoy it or did you feel like you’d just lost a hugely important part of your life?

Turning The Page On A New Year

Turning The Page On A New Year

As the clock ticks forward toward the arrival of the new year, I like to peer over my shoulder at the year coming to a close before I turn forward to tackle the year ahead.

In 2017, I spent lots of time with family, lots of time playing in my flowerbeds, and lots of time immersed in a variety of courses. I spent less time in front of the computer writing the stories in my heart, perhaps because old stories had surfaced and I needed to clear them out to make room for some new stories.

Yes, it was that kind of year. A year filled with introspection. A year in which old paths closed and new paths began to appear. A year of opening myself to new possibilities and fresh ideas and healing…so much healing.

Tomorrow we begin a new year. I don’t know what’s out there yet. Perhaps you have a clearer vision of the months ahead of you than I do. (If so, tell me about it in the comments!) Or perhaps you’re still fumbling around and trying to find your way like I am.

What I know for sure is that 2018 is a year of letting go. Lately, everything I’ve stumbled across has steered me toward this idea until I finally opened my eyes and my heart to the fact that it’s time.

LET GO.

Relationships, anger, the truth…whatever.

Maybe you’ll see some of it here…probably…most likely. In the new year, I have stories to write and a series to finish while I open my heart and let go so I can make room for whatever the universe has in store for me in.

In the meantime, I wish 2018 brings each of you health and happiness, peace and prosperity, love and laughter. May all of your dreams come true.

 

 

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