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Feb. 27, 2018

I'd be interested in your comments or analysis, if any:

Another nightmare last night (I tend to have nightmares and night terrors on occasion due to my PTSD).

In this dream, I was in a bedroom of an unfamiliar house. I was with my adopted mom, Shirley, and we were napping. Suddenly, we heard a loud racket downstairs in the basement. Someone was throwing things around and making scary banging noises. Mom was lethargic and didn't want to do anything about it, but I was immediately on alert and rushed to shut and lock the door. I told her she needed to get up, and get up NOW, because someone could mean us harm.

Eventually, she pulled herself off the bed and helped me brace the door with our bodies. By that time, someone was pushing the door open (the lock must've broken). I had my back to the door, pushing with all my might, and Mom was in front of me, trying to help.

Fear trickled through my veins and I was trying to scream, to yell, to make noise -- to tell her to push harder, not to let them in. But my voice wouldn't go louder than a whisper, and when I tried to yell, only a breathy utterance came out.

I've had this happen with my voice in other dreams recently. I'll try to yell because I'm in danger, and my voice won't go above being weak and whispery, with some of the words not even coming out so they can be heard at all. It's complete terror to be in danger and not to be able to scream or alert others of your plight.

Lots to unpack about this dream, but the voice thing is a new addition to the frequent dream theme of being lost in an airport, huge warehouse, or on a college campus where I'm supposed to know the way, but get lost over and over and can't find my way out or back to where I feel safe.

If I don't take my Trazodone, the dreams are worse and much, much scarier. My imagination runs wild in my dreams, and everything's intense and in full Technicolor.

The other night, I woke up and was scared to death. I didn't even know why, but I was hypervigilant. I reached out to touch Paul because I had to touch SOMEONE or SOMETHING to bring me back to reality. He was sleeping and never woke up. I didn't wake him up, either, because he's been incredibly tired lately, and it wouldn't have been fair to interrupt his sleep.

Thing is, Paul will tell you that, unlike most people, I don't run away from night terrors, I run TOWARD them. He's seen me do it countless times. I go on the attack toward whatever it is that scares me, I don't run away, and that's why he tells friends he's 'surprised he hasn't peed blood' because if he's in between me and IT (whatever IT is), I will try to go over or through him to keep HIM safe, too. Overactive imagination much? Yeah, you could say so.

During my first marriage, Gary was gone almost all the time and I was home alone with the kids, working and taking care of things. One night, I slept on the couch and I woke up and, in my mind, I thought I saw someone trying to crawl into the house through the windows in the dining room, which was in direct eyeshot of where I was sleeping.

Instead of running away, I rushed toward the window, grabbed whatever I could, and yelled, "Come on, motherf*cker, I'll KILL you!" In retrospect, VERY stupid. I mean...guns, right? What if that had happened and they had a weapon? But in my dreamy haze, I only knew there was a threat to me and my children, so I attacked.

When I was a little girl, my pediatrician told Mom not to let me watch scary shows -- not even Casper the Ghost! -- because my imagination was so active that it wouldn't take much to send me into a state of terror. But I love horror films and they rarely scare me. My dreams do, though.

My mind knows what scares me, and if I could pen all the stories it tells me when I dream, I'd never run out of material. How I feel about these dreams is typical for me: some days I dislike it, other days I embrace it. I can see the good and the bad in them. As with anything else in this world (or beyond), there are two sides to the same coin: dark/light, harsh/mellow, hot/cold, positive/negative. More often than not, I get most of my story ideas and characters from dreams.

If you think it's confusing being my friend and not knowing where I'm going to come from or go to next with my thoughts or posts, you can't imagine what it's like to be inside my mind. But because I'm a writer, I wouldn't have it any other way.

Nov. 28, 2017
As of today, I've secured 2018 membership in six professional writing/editing organizations. I will be adding these to my LinkedIn profile and elsewhere. I'm now a card-carrying member of:
* The American Copy Editors Society (ACES) –
* The Editorial Freelancers Association (EFA) –
* SfEP - Society for Editors and Proofreaders (based in the UK) –
* The American Society of Business Publication Editors (ASBPE) –
* Sisters in Crime (SinC national org) –
* Sisters in Crime, Colorado Chapter (SinC-CO) –
I've been a professional writer and editor for over 20 years, since May 1997. I'm also a multi-published author and freelance writer, with hundreds of articles/features/interviews/reviews published in print and online. I founded )0( Triple Crow Publishing )0( in 2012.
In addition, I teach writing courses and offer coaching for writers via Skype, e-mail, or phone. The best part? I'm affordable and can be bribed with chocolate or coffee ;-).
E-mail me at or send me a FB message for details, a project quote, or a FREE five-page sample edit. Now booking clients for 2018.
Happy Holidays to you and yours!
Warmest regards,
Bev (Walton-Porter) Sninchak
Colorado Springs, Colorado, USA
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Nov. 11, 2017


I've learned to ignore naysayers. I've proven them wrong more than once (which, of course, I delight in doing). Had I listened to them, Sun Signs for Writers would've never gotten published because I would've second-guessed myself and stopped writing it.

Instead, I believed in the manuscript. I wrote my first nonfiction book proposal, crafted a sample chapter, submitted it to the publisher I most wanted to publish the manuscript, and set out to snag the literary agent I wanted to represent me.

What happened? I did things ass-backward, but the result was the same: my query, proposal, and sample chapter resulted in selling the manuscript to the publisher I'd picked first. Then, I approached Meredith Bernstein, the agent I wanted to sign with because she'd been an agent for YEARS in the publishing industry. She took me on as a client and proceeded to deal with the contract I was offered, making changes to it that would benefit me more.

Below is what bestselling author Dean Koontz has to say about naysayers. Read what he says. Take it to heart. Not everyone's opinion matters. Yes, I said it. It's true. Plus, opinions are like assholes – everybody's got one. My agent's opinion matters more than my neighbor's does.

Remember: there are countless armchair quarterbacks. Not everything they say matters. You're out here, doing it. Opening a vein and exposing the soft belly of your soul. They're not.

Keep writing. Create. Learn. Improve. Build your backbone until it's like steel because, in the publishing industry, you'll need it. Above all, keep moving forward. As a writer, you're doing something most people never even attempt. As for the naysayers? Smile, nod, and do what you were going to do anyway.

And now, Dean Koontz:

"One of the hardest things a writer needs to do is learn to tell the difference between worthwhile criticism and mere naysaying. Here are a few ways to tell the difference.

Worthwhile criticism will be highly specific; naysaying will be a broad kind of negativism.

Worthwhile criticism of specific detail will be delivered in a helpful tone; naysaying will have a snarky edge to it.
Worthwhile criticism comes from people who have a deep experience of fiction—writing it, editing it, marketing it; naysaying comes from people who have done none of that.

To get on with your career, don’t waste time responding to the naysayers. Don’t dwell on what they’ve said. Stay true to your vision. Instead of letting their negativism get you down and slow you down, adopt an 'oh-yeah?' attitude and double your effort; move faster into the future. The world is full of people who say it can’t be done. If everyone listened to them, we’d still live in caves—and there would be no such thing as books.

Dean Koontz"
Oct. 5, 2017


Almost forgot to mention my dream about Jim Morrison the other night. To my astonishment, I finally got to meet The Lizard King/Mr. Mojo Risin'.
I was visiting a huge warehouse that served as a store for discontinued and discounted merchandise. I went there to get white taper candles.
As I entered the store across a walkway, I saw Jim sitting next to a guy who was interviewing him. There was a small crowd listening in. Jim was older and sported a thick beard, similar to what he had shortly before he died. He had scattered streaks of grey throughout his hair, too, but he still looked attractive for his age – almost stately. He was thoughtful and relaxed when he spoke. He told the crowd he was glad to be back.
Minutes later, the interviewer took a break and I stood there in shock, doing little more than staring at Jim. Then I thought, "Screw it! I'm not missing this opportunity." I nervously approached Jim and introduced myself, apologizing for bothering him. He was gracious and held my hands as he stood there talking to me for at least ten or fifteen minutes. The conversation was smooth, as if we'd been friends forever.
I told him how I'd enjoyed his poetry, his lyrics, and how An American Prayer was one of my favorite albums. This is true; in fact, once I shuffle off this mortal coil, "Feast of Friends (The Severed Garden)" is one of the spoken word recordings I'd like played at my memorial service, along with the short, yet haunting track titled "Albinoni: Adagio."
Jim had to get back to the interview, so we said our goodbyes. He assured me he'd be in contact and asked for my business card, which I gladly gave to him. Then I walked away in disbelief as I headed toward the candle section. For some reason, once I arrived there, I'd decided I wanted shorter candles. Weird!
Jim was right when he proclaimed that no one here gets out alive. None of us do, you know.
"Where's your will to be weird?"
–Jim Morrison
Sep. 4, 2017

Happy Labor Day! I'm celebrating this holiday by fiddling with my own creative projects, watching shows, gaming, and engaging in whatever else feels right. I'll be back at the RV and in the saddle for regular work tomorrow.

Enjoy your holiday (if you celebrate it). Also, if you wanna wear white after Labor Day, just do it. It's your choice!

I am WAY too in love with my new glasses! You can't tell from the pics, but they're metallic blue with silver polka dots on them <3. The best part? They have progressive lenses and I can finally SEE BETTER!