Jaime Jo Wright - Author & Professional Coffee Drinker

I've come to the conclusion that life was never meant to be lived in massive chunks of time. The funny thing with starting to come to terms with having an autoimmune disease is, you can't plan too far ahead, you can't assume you'll be up to the task, and you can't live in the world of a "disease" and wallow there.  So as my cowboy uncle would always tell, "pull 'em up, Babe" (insert whatever you wish, cause he meant it: bootstraps, big girl panties, etc). I've been "pulling" them up quite frequently lately and noticing how much more I'm noticing the SMALL moments. What do I mean? Well, for example, yesterday my nine year old daughter curled up on the couch with me while I slept and stroked my legs while we watched Ghost Town Gold" (a Netflix Western version of American Pickers ). It's not in my goal as a mom to spend hours on a couch vegging to the television with my kid. But now it's a small moment. S...

Funny thing about fiction, is it's very subjective to the person reading. No different than strolling through an art gallery, really. Some may view Picasso as an artistic genius, others may scoff and compare it to their child's craft corner. Regardless, fiction is an art, and not everyone is going to like what an author pens. I love reading reviews. Even the 1-star reviews. It's been interesting to peruse reader's thoughts about The House on Foster Hill.  One comment, I've noticed, had threaded its way through several reviews that were super valuable and cherished. I don't believe a man like Grant would actually exist in real life. I preferred Joel over Grant; no man is as perfect as Grant. Where is this sensitive man who can read a woman's heart? He doesn't exist. Grant wasn't realistic. (paraphrased reader comments -- not actual quotes to protect the reviewers because I appreciate their feedback!!!!) So. Here's a little back story o...

I read on the weekends. The weekdays are reserved for writing, researching, and plotting, so I love it when the weekend winds around and I can bury myself in a good book! Off my bookshelf this weekend, was an advanced read from my buddy Karen Barnett, "Where the Fire Falls". Anyone who knows me very well, knows my husband and I spent the first ten years of our marriage traversing the country going to National Parks. We love to camp, fly fish, kayak, rock climb, and I personally love to add reading books  in the wilderness to that list. Karen has come out with a new series of novels featuring National Parks in the early days of their conception. "Where the Fire Falls" is the second novel, although it is totally a stand-a-lone and is set in Yosemite. Which both saddened me and made me happy at the same time. Sad, because it's one park my dude and I never visited, and happy because, I was able to visit it along with Karen's heroine Olivia Rutherford (wh...

So all great things must come to a . . . beginning. And "great" may be slightly overstating the content of this blog. However, on occasion, I have thoughts . Sometimes deep ones, sometimes ones that are rather superficial and questionable as to whether they deserve words, and sometimes ones that are just . . . a typical day-in-the-life. There is no particular theme  to this blog, unless one counts the inside look into my mind (which at this point, I insert:  Run! Run away as fast as you can! Save yourself! ). That being said, I love a chance to connect with my readers with a few more words than a Tweet or FB post, and a few less words (well, a lot less, actually) than a novel. So I invite you to follow, to hang out here, to comment and share your own thoughts in response. Most of all, kick back with a cup of coffee or tea, and just be. That inexplicable place of peace where the world melts away and fellowship is found.