Harley Q. Turner (Author)

With the first week of the peewee hockey season behind us, my daughter has made a decision that I didn't think she would ever make. After spending the last two years playing on the boys' team and loving every minute of it, she has decided to switch to the girls' team. They have been asking since the day she set foot on the ice, but she never showed any interest in it. Over the weekend, the girls' coach explained that with only 8 girls on the team, Hayleigh would get much more ice time, and would only improve her game. After the conversation, she started thinking. Almost every day last week, she came off the ice in tears because of the way some of the boys were treating her just because she was a girl. At first, it just made her more determined to prove that she could be just as good as they were, but she realized that their comments were making her feel like hockey wasn't fun any more. She actually considered quitting. Yesterday, she came home from school sa

Okay, it's not secret that my daughter plays hockey. She loves it and wouldn't give it up for anything. Until last night. After practice, she left the ice in tears. She was worried enough with moving up to the PeeWee level this year, but now a group of boys are making it even worse. From what my daughter told me, a group of five or six boys targeted three girls at practice last night. They told them girls can't play hockey, or if they do, they have to play on the girls team. My daughter has always played on the boys team. She doesn't like the girls team. The schedule doesn't work for our family. She just gets along better with boys, which is why she played with the boys at the Squirt level. I'm really hoping that I can talk her into sticking it out, at least until tryouts are over next week. Once the teams are split into the A B and C level teams, I'm hoping she won't have to deal with those boys any more. Thankfully we have today off from ho

Just in case you have been living under a rock the last few weeks, the conclusion to the Self Inflicted series, Reopening Old Wounds is only days away from being available. You can preoder on Amazon. Check out my facebook or website for details.  In the past, I have just released the books and sat back and watched to see what they did. Some did well without any actual work from me, some needed and extra push. I normally jump directly into some sort of free promotion (or at least a discounted one). This time, I'm not sure what exactly I'm going to do. The final book took me much longer to write than others in the series, mainly because I had grown so attached to the characters. I wasn't ready to say goodbye to Rory, Liam, and especially Gabe (who quickly became one of my favorite characters ever).  Another reason that it took me so long to write was that I knew once that book was done, I was embarking onto a new journey. Until recently, I have always written books

No, this post is not a rip-off of Nightmare Before Christmas (although the song is totally going through my head right now). I know I have mentioned before that Halloween is my favorite time of year. Maybe it's the Wiccan in me, or maybe it's just because Halloween is AWESOME! My twelve year old son doesn't know if he wants to dress up for Halloween this year. That's fine. It's his choice. However, when he told me he was too old to dress up, I freaked out. You are NEVER too old to dress up for Halloween. Too old for trick-or-treating maybe (although he could easily go with his younger siblings), but never too old to dress up. I am 32 years old, and I spend months working on my costumes every year. Two years ago, my (now) husband and I went as Joker and Harley Quinn, and that was the day that he jumped on stage to propose to me. Last year was Bride of Chucky and Chucky (Chucky actually won MULTIPLE costume contests that night). This year, I am keeping my Hallow

Okay, so I have spent the last two days stuck in bed beyond sick, so naturally, I haven't been able to get any work done. I don't have a genius idea for a blog post today (not that I ever do), but instead of waiting to post when I feel better, I figured I would give you a sneak peak of the book I am working on now. When a friend of mine first suggested that I start writing fantasy, I kind of laughed it off. Once I started (which definitely took longer than usual to get a book started), I realized how much I really love the genre. Here is a few pages of the first chapter of book one in the Saving Avalon series, Finding Her Wings. Please let me know what you think. Chapter One present day… It was dark when Kieren reached his destination. He wasn’t sure exactly where he was, but he was certain he was in the right place. Kieren looked around and shivered. There had to be snow. Kieren hated being cold and his jeans and black wifebeater sure left him underdressed to be i

Yesterday, I was sitting in front of my computer and read about a shooting that happened about a mile from my house. This occurred a block from our high school, during lunch time, so it was safe to assume that students were involved. A 16 year old shot a 14 year old, yet the school district says that no one from the school was involved. Even now, a day after the incident, there isn't much information known. Apparently the only detail of the case is that it was part of a fight over a girl. Is that really worth throwing your life away? I realize that at sixteen years old, a child thinks they know what love really is. I know I thought I did. I was wrong. When I was sixteen, I was in a relationship with my now ex-husband. Where is he now? Prison. Where he belongs. Where is this sixteen year old headed? Prison. I look at my children and am insanely thankful that they all have other interests to worry about. My oldest son is all about school and drama. He is the nerd in the f