30 Seconds to Mars

On April 16th my writing partner and I are going to see 30 Seconds to Mars. Who are they some of you may ask? They are a band consisting on Jared & Shannon Leto as well as Tomo Miličević.

The reason I’m so damn excited is simple. I listen to music when I write. It helps to produce a certain mood, or is in sync with particular characters. While writing the first six books or so I listened to this band almost non-stop. As a writer I wish I had the words to convey why exactly this music spoke to me in the way that it did but I’ll try.

Its raw, that’s the first adjective that I come up with. To me its bare bones, soul deep and in some instances ethereal. For me music has always been in my life. I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t listening or singing badly to the radio. For me melody, tempo and lyrics have a way of burrowing itself within me and like millions of other music lovers I can’t seem to get enough.

Thier videos are visually stunning and growing up when MTV first appeared on cable I was hooked to that visual medium. With MTV becoming nothing more than a channel for wacked out, self-absorbed reality wannabe’s I discovered other places that I could find video’s.  I saw From Yesterday by these men and my jaw dropped. The song was powerful the images a feast for the eyes made me look up every single thing this band had performed before.

I missed them the last two times they’d made it to Detroit and was completely pissed. As a 42 yr old woman we aren’t supposed to get all worked up over musicians or music. As a child of the eighties though that love for the art of music never left me.

So determined not to miss them again I dipped into my credit and bought a v.i.p package to a venue I love to see live music at. Seeing this show alone was worth the cost. I hope artists know the influence or inspiration they can provide to other artists.

I have many more music artists that provide me with inspiration and I think I may have to add a new category for them and the characters/books they have had a tiny hand in.

So like a 14 yr old girl embarking on her first show I will be in the balcony V.I.P section at the Filmore in Detroit screaming and singing until my throat is raw and voice is hoarse the moment they step up on the stage until the last note is sung.

You can find the Video Hurricane on YouTube Please note this video has a heavily based BDSM theme and may contain images that some may find disturbing. Click at your own risk. The reason I loved this video is simple…..More than half of our books are BDSM themed ones and seeing this was like a cosmic nod to us that we indeed got inspiration was the right source.

I highly recommend that you look up their songs you never know where you may discover your inspiration.


Is marriage supposed to last forever?

SO I’m usually asked if I believe in true love. I’ve often gone back and forth with this issue.

I think the real question is are MARRIAGES meant to last forever? That question is much harder to answer. Marriages used to have very little to do with love. They were all about combining familes power and wealth. When the life expectancy wasn’t beyond 50, when women died during childbirth or a husband could catch a cold and die soon after. Generally couples didn’t stay married for what may seem like eons now.

Long lasting marriages happened much later near the 20th century when medicine got better and people began to live longer lives.

It begs the question are you the same person in your twenties than you are in your forties? Rarely so. Then you’re left with the are we growing together or are we growing apart question to answer.

I know way too many people who are very different even advasariel and stay together because that’s what “Society, Religion or what family and friends think.”

They stay for kids, for finances or security. Does it make them smart, faithful or does it make them martyrs and fools? It’s hard to say, worse still is sitting in judgement then you start to take a long hard look at where you are. It’s even harder to turn that critical eye inward and re-examine that part of your life.

We all know that the fairytale ending doesn’t really exist. If it did I’d be out of a writing job. Having said that I do know that REAL LOVE is out there. It takes work, understanding, hope and faith as well as the ability to forgive each other failures. It also takes a good dose of reality. Nothing is ever perfect, feelings do get hurt but in the end will your partner know when you need to be wrapped in thier arms. Will thank you for the little things. Can look you in the eye when they talk to you.

 I know too many people in situations where they think their partner is somehow going to wake up one morning and change. They will finally appreciate them, want to spend time with them, want to actually talk with them. Will listen to what they have to say and put value in it. Will suddenly look at them with adoring eyes and declare undying love.

 We shouldn’t judge those who choose to stay they have their reasons and I’m certainly not smart enough tell someone else what they need to do with their life.

What saddens me is a lot of us don’t get it, if it’s not there it won’t magically re-appear. I think it all has to do with how we grow in adulthood. What we learn through life experience. I think by the time we really know what we really want (Not what we THOUGHT WE WERE SUPPOSED TO WANT) it’s too late. We’ve invested in a relationship and are so insecure or afraid to not settle that we settle all the same.

Do I think that Marriage is supposed to last forever? I think it depends. It depends on your age, depends on the partner you have and depends on what you know you deserve. These questions have gone through my mind for several years now, the older my children have become, the more mature I have become. I’m a different woman than I was twenty years ago. Different in every way there is, but I like who I am now. I’ve made gone through some serious things over the past year, discovered things about myself and have moved into a place where I ‘ve learned how to handle myself and the disappoitments in life.

I’ve gone through and still do have some scary growing pains. But the woman I am now is someone who I’m proud of on most days.

I could tell you if I think Marriage is really supposed to be til death to us part but in the end it’s only my opinion. I also think the answer is different for every person out there and I would never tell someone how to live their life. I don’t live in their shoes and as such can’t give them that kind of advice.

I know there are couples who have been blissful for over 20 years, is it perfect NO- but the good days far outweigh the bad and I totally buy the bliss.

I also know couples who never talk, never touch, never share what they are thinking or feeling.  Who can be in the same room for hours and never utter a word, who breathe a sigh of relief when they know their chosen partner will be gone for a while and they can finally be themselves. Who’ve forgotten what its like to tease and laugh and play.

It’s certainly a pickle and never and an easy thing to answer, but like I said this is why I have my job as an author. Because each and every one of us either male or female longs for BLISS, the understanding and the love from someone who knows you SCARS and all and still comes to bed every night and reaches for your hand. I truly believe that exists in this world, I’m just not sure that many of us have ever really had it and I’m not even sure we are brave enough to grab a hold of that happiness and travel into an unknown world preferring instead to remain with what we know. At least with what we know we are comfortable, we know what to expect and we don’t have to think.

Going into the unknown is frightening like stepping into a giant black abyss that could lead to heaven or hell. We’ve been programmed to take the safe route, don’t upset the apple cart, don’t jump from the highest point. The question to ask then is can you stay sheltered , stay lonely and misunderstood without any regret. When you grow old and are near the end of your life can you say that you were truly happy or will you be wondering what could have been……..


Bobby Flay

For those that know me they know I HATE to cook. I suck at it. I find nothing relaxing about it. I take no enjoyment standing at the stove to stir, slice, chop. fry or dice. I took a four ingredient apple pie recipe and screwed it up (Leaving out the butter).  I tried following recipes on several occasions trying to improve my wifely skills and is was nothing short of a disaster.

So imagine my surprise when my 10 year old son introduced me to Bobby Flay who is all over the Food Network. This brilliant New Yorker drew me in. I dvr every show he’s on and watch them over and over again.

He’s certainly doesn’t possess movie star looks. In fact he is pretty average but there is something in his face. The occasional smiles, the glint in his blues eyes and a laugh that makes me smile. Maybe its his passion for food or his spicy secret sauces that drive me crazy. I’m not quite sure, but I do know that where ever he goes woman all over feel the same.

What is it about a man who can cook a meal with such flair an creativity. Does it call to the artist in me or is it simply a matter of him being a brilliant chef and me sucking at trying to make pie that has given me this obsession.

I’m not sure and I really don’t care. All I know is that I watch Bobby everyday and obsess over every remark, every facial expression and think to myself I totally need to write a story with a hot ass Iron Chef…..oooh what fun………

Why do they always have to be late????

After staying home for ten years I’m returning back to school. Its scarey at 42 to be stepping through the doors of an institution I couldn’t wait to leave 25 years ago. With the economy though and three kids to send to college its time to get a steady career.

Yesterday was my first day of orientation. Sitting there listening to the head of the school speak about the importance of being on time five students straggle in late. I found this funny becuae beign late too many times affects your grade. This is also a medical field education and all I can think of is these people sstrolling down the hallway at a hospital while the poor patients buzzer has been going off for ten minutes.

I think the worst part about it is that I’m paying to go to school these people are getting it paid for by the government. Becuase of my hubbys job we don’t qualify for free anything. Not that I have an issue for those who are in real need of help ( Though this is going to be tight for us) you would think that they could at least show up on time.

Being prompt is a pet peeve of mine. Perpetually late people are just plain rude, self centered or oblivious to those of us who plan our time better. I’ve been late on occasion but for the majority of the time I make it where I’m supposed to when I’m supposed to.

Nothing drives me crazier than to be ready and have to wait for someone to be there when they say they will.  It can ruin my day and make me a very grumpy gal.

So as I was sitting in orerientation all I could think is that I pray none of these late comers are in my class. My courses are accelorated and as such will require complete attention and not constant interuption by  those who can’t be bothered leaving their home 15 minutes earlier.

Hello world!

At the urging of my writing partner I’ve joined the blog world, hoping like Hell I have something interesting to say. Starting is always the most difficult part, but I figure I’ll get better as time goes on. First of all I’m Sierra Summers and also one half of the writing duo Violet Summers.

Vj Summers is the other half of Violet. Since we have branched out on our own this seemed to be the next logical step.

Technology terrifies me. Vj handles Violet’s website. Even now looking at my dashboard and all the options I’m breaking out in a sweat wondering what in the world I’m supposed to do next.

I wish picking up this computer,blog and the world wide web stuff came as easily as a story idea. It doesn’t so this will be an exercise in patience ( Not my strong suit) as well as a baptism by fire. Feeling my way as I go.

Lucky for me I have friends who are well versed and can direct me on what I need to do. For now I’ll fumble around until I get the hang of it.