Real life stories

       Patience is definitely not my forte if you know me. I’m eagerly awaiting the arrival of November 1st so that I can participate in NaNoWriMo- which for those of you that don’t know is National November Writers Month. I’ve set a goal to start writing in The Princess of Belsaria book two.      My goal is to write 50,000 words for the entire month, which means I need to write for an average of a consistent full hour. I don’t do math very well in this aspect. I’m a writer not a mathematician.... lol. Anyway to get a min of 50,000 words in a day, I have to write a minimum of 1,667 words a day. That’s only if I get the juices flowing so I really hope I have some good days to pick up my bad ones. I’m not sure if you would need a login or not, but here is my profile page on the website.  https://nanowrimo.org/participants/mermaid-s_coven   Hopefully it works, let me know if not. Anyway more to come, signing off  Taisha Speters

So here it is, a quick sneak peek at the ball gown that inspired the coronation gown for Marsais. I really love the color blue and really wanted a large flowing gown for her coronation. I have some others that were thought of for inspiration. While this is my main idea I would love to know your thoughts. Down below you will see 3 other images of what I chose to use for the dress. If you would like to help vote I would really value your opinion. To all my adoring fans I love you!!!! Oh and btw another update. My book will be pushed to my editor on the 20th of October!!!! EEEKKK!!! First voted choice A                                  Choice B                                                                 Choice C Choice D  

  So it's been around a week since Jeff and Carter left town and its been pretty lonely I won't lie.  You know its funny how during this quarentine that people are saying they don't need any body or that they are fine. I call BS. Truth is we are designed to be social beings. We thrive on interaction and human conversation. I can't image how people feel when they lose their significant other. Which in some cases the widowed usually follows a few months to a couple years behind.  My husband is still on this earth, we talk every day that he is out of town, but I come home from work and I smell him in our room. His clothing neatly stacked and waiting to be warn. The bed feels enormous. Like a infinity pool never ending. Empty. I steal his pillows to stack against me. Weirdly enough I try to use stuff animals to cuddle. It's so not the same.  The second night I cried. I don't know why I cried, but I did. My parter does a significant amount for me at home, and not hea