I haven't been here in how many days?  Not a good thing.  My mother went out of town for a month leaving me behind to care for a father who doesn't see the floor that needs sweeping or mopping.  Or yes, you should wipe the counters down, scrub the stove and wash out the sink at the end of the night.  I've been waiting for him to go to bed and then coming into the kitchen and cleaning it my way.  Why is that the way women clean is so different from the way men clean?  Oh and don't let him get you started on how he worked all day and then came home and slaved over a hot stove.  Hello, what about the rest of it?  What about the 4 dogs and 2 birds who need constant care?  Or who's going to scrub the toilet and don't get me started on that.  I really, really hate sharing a bathroom with men.  Actually what I am surprised is how well we're getting along.  Don't get me wrong.  It's not perfect.  We can still rub each other the wrong way and don't get me wrong.  I don't mind jumping in and helping.  I just don't but please, please help me keep it this way.  I swear I haven't finished cleaning one thing and he's already making a mess somewhere else and wandering off.  I swear he sometimes has the attention span of a two year old but I love him so I think I'll keep him.
               Oh and yesterday I flooded the living and dining room.  I've been nagging forever about a horrible smell coming from the laundry hallway because that is what I call it.  It's not a laundry room.  It's a hallway where they've put the washer and dryer.  Anyway he found the source of the smell.  It was coming from the drain and don't ask me why he was messing the hoses that connect the washer to the drain but he did and when I was washing the whites yesterday I guess that he didn't tighten the hose tight enough and there was water everywhere.  He got mad at me and told me it was my fault.  I told him absolutely not because I wasn't the one fiddling with the hoses.  I swept most of the water outside until he came in with the wet vac and picked up the rest of the water.  We had to pull out area rugs and let them dry outside.  Thank God for this Florida sun that dries everything in about ten seconds.

I am feeling liberated because I have chosen a different route with my writing.  I was going to send it to different publishing houses and hope for the best but because of what one online friend told me that has changed the way I view self-publishing.  I am in control of what I send out.  I don't have to sit here and hold my breath and mutter please please please while my furbabies contemplate the best way to have me committed.  I am in charge and I can decide what direction to take.  It liberates you in a way that I had not seen coming.  Yes, I will be asking for help in the reading of the WIP and yes I will sit here and mutter please please please like it but because I have chosen to self-publish I no longer have excuses as to not to write.  So yes, I've been writing  but I've been writing like never before because I have nothing to loose and everything to gain because whether it is published by a publishing company or by my own hand I can either fail or not.  So here goes nothing.  I've always hovered on the edge of the cliff but now I'm stepping off so I will either soar or go splat.