October’s Featured Blogger: Mae Clair

Clair_CuspOfNight (1)

Art by Rob Goldstein

Author Mae Clair is October’s Featured blogger in this, the second re-boot of my monthly featured blogger post.

In our interview, Mae shares some of her history and ideas about writing and success.



In your profile, you say you like to blend genres; does it happen as you write?

It developed as my writing progressed. I never liked being pigeon-holed to a certain genre, so my early books were a mash-up of mystery and romance. The romance eventually fell by the wayside and mystery took center stage. I do, however, blend that up with elements of the supernatural, paranormal, and psychological aspects. One book also included a bit of sci-fi with UFO sightings and Men in Black.

You wrote your first story at six; what was it about?

I don’t remember the content. What I do remember is being given the assignment and my classmates scrawled out a few lines…

View original post 1,408 more words

Things That Broke Me – Part 4

Originally posted on Journey Into A on March 19, 2018.

First and foremost, I cannot stress enough that my ex had nothing to do with breaking me.

The breakup, however, did.

Let’s start with the beginning and get to where I broke….

I wasn’t happy for a while in my relationship, but thought for so long that it could work itself out or there would be some moment where it just fizzled easily apart. Obviously, neither of those options happened, but what did was a wake up call that I had never anticipated.

I was sitting at my work station on a Friday, just doing what I did everyday. Then, bam! Old Alex appeared in my mind. And she was mad. She’s the girl I had left behind almost 4 years prior, strong and independent, badass. She began listing all the things I had sacrificed and would sacrifice in the future. All of it was true.

Now, she wasn’t entirely mean, but she definitely woke me up. I’ll yell ya, she was definitely scolding me. I could see clearer then than I had for a very, very long time… and I was horrified. I couldn’t believe what I had done and who I had let go of. I had lost who I really was… and for what? Nothing. Nothing in the world was worth giving up that person.

On top of that, I had given up many facets of my life that gave me joy and was going to continue to accept less than what I deserved. So I had not only lost myself, but I had stopped doing things I loved doing and would continue to accept less in my future than what I had previously always wanted. It would be sacrifice after sacrifice made by me and only me (hint: he wasn’t doing any of the sacrifices).

So. Obviously we know what happens next.

I got terrified and absolutely panicked after I broke up with him the first time. Yes, it took two times. After the first time, I told him specific things that needed to change. He tried for a few days, but still it was just one or two things on the list (a list of things very, very easy to do, I wouldn’t ask someone to move mountains if I knew it were impossible). A few more weeks go by and I can’t take it anymore. Old Alex was still in my head keeping me on track. I tell him I had to go and stay with my friend, if you read part one of this series you’d know, he said he loved me out loud for the second time, and I left.

Less than a week goes by and I met with him in our apartment and I ended it. He just sat there and shrugged.

It was 100% the right thing to do and I don’t regret it for a second.

Here’s where I broke…

I had thought I was going to marry this person and have kids with this person and be with him forever and always.

Read the last 283 words here.

Today Doesn’t Suck (and tomorrow won’t either)

I may have overslept and gotten a late start to my day,

….but I rose from a comfortable bed to been given another one.

I woke to the slushy snow that fell as I slept, but saw how even with absence of sun, the day looked bright in its reflection. Despite the cold, my House is warm and I lit candles to lift my spirit.

My Children may have complained about the lunch I made, but we have a choice of food and the fridge is full.

I was overloaded with wash as always, but today I felt blessed for being well off to cloth them with choice.

My floors needed a second vacuum over from my cat and dogs hair, but overlooked the work for their little hearts that jump when they see me. Their unconditional devotion is priceless.

The Day doesn’t suck because I chose to spend it cleaning and washing for my Family, the day is WONDERFUL because I have one to do this for.

The Day only sucks when we don’t take hold of it, when it is over and done and we’ve achieved nothing.

Not a goal, a good feeling or a good deed, be it for ourselves or for others.

Know what? Tomorrow won’t suck either. I’ll be given with luck, another day, to choose once again to make it good.

Happy Tuesday all!

Hugs, H.