So every morning I have to drive an hour to drop my daughter off at school, and make it back home. An hour. It’s a long drive. And in a lot of ways I blame myself. We don’t live in the greatest of neighborhoods, it what we get for being poor I suppose. The graffiti on our house, broken mailbox, dirt for a front yard. Heck, when we bought this house two years ago we were just happy to have a house, and not the scary apartment we were squishing ourselves into. With the scary neighborhood comes a scary school, which is why I drive so far to get my kids in a good school. It’s worth it. My crazy kid has not been bullied once since the move and actually loves school.
It’s a miracle!
But the drive does take a lot out of me. Chances are high that the toddlers will be fighting, a Disney movie will be playing, and I will be zoning out listening to Pandora or Iheartradio on my phone. And while I drive I think – and drive my kids crazy by enacting scenes that I will type out when I finally get to a computer. Yeah, I’m that weird. 🙂 The voice over on the Kiss of Fire Trailer is actually me, recorded while I was driving. I did the same with Ilyan’s song; it just came to me while driving home from Walmart.
I guess driving is my thinking time, driving and running. When I get writers block that’s what I do – I go down to my treadmill, turn on the lady gaga station on Pandora, turn on my audio recorder and while I run I talk. I enact scenes, talk through road blocks and formulate new ideas. All while panting and crying and swearing in languages not my own so as not to traumatize my small children.
My phone is going to run out of memory.
And, no, I am not going to share. Snapping my voice on the front of the trailer was hard enough lol
It all started with a birthday present: a little book I wrote for my grandfather, helped along by a little bit of performing experience and a whole lot of love. It has since evolved. Get to know the woman behind the words. 
