Monday, March 31, 2014

My "Aha" moment.

We all at one point or another, will have an "Aha" moment.

I've heard all kinds of stories about how people realize their "Aha" moments, the stories are simple but compelling and amazingly touching. One can't help but to get moved and teary as the stories are told.

My "Aha" moment, and hopefully one of many to come, came one day when I was leaving a shopping center called "The Avenue". 

The area is new construction and kind of 'hip', is the place all the teenagers want to be seen at. It has all the coolest stores and the nice restaurants and such, honestly I like to go there as often as I possibly can. Vanity? perhaps. But who doesn't like nice things and nice places? I do.

That particular day I went to The Avenue to buy a pair of shoes (Yeah, I love shoes. Go figure.), and when I walked out of the store it had started to sprinkle, not too hard but according to the meteorologist, it was going to get heavier as the day went on, luckily I'm always prepared and I had my handy umbrella with me. 

At one of the exits of The Avenue, there was a girl standing at a corner and she had with her a dog. She looked like the typical wanderer, her mid length hair was matted dreads. I have to say, the dog had a better hair do than her. 

She was asking for change and that's one thing I always make sure I have with me in the car, a few coins or a couple of one dollar bills. I know some people condemn the fact that some of us hand money to panhandlers, but I can not find peace within myself if I don't give those people at least a couple of coins. I hate to think that they might use it to buy drugs or alcohol, so I choose to think that they will use it to buy food. (That's my hope) 

My daughter had ask me that same question, and my answer to her is: if they use the money the wrong way it's up to them. If I give them a dollar, it won't make them any richer but also won't bankrupt me, and you'll never know the reason why they are standing on the street asking for help. I tell her, I put myself  in their shoes and imagine the 'what if's'.

It looked like the girl had been standing in the rain for a while because her coat was getting wet. I could see her shoulders already getting soaked.

I dug through my purse and could not find a single damn coin. I hated that! Even more when I looked at the dog standing right beside her just closing its eyes protecting them from the raindrops that were falling and getting a bit heavier.

As I approached the red light and stopped, she made eye contact with me for a moment. I didn't lower the window because of the sprinkles and because I didn't have any change to give, she then walked a couple of steps back in hope of getting some change from the people in the cars behind me. She ordered the dog to stay and it didn't move one step. Me being a dog lover noticed that right away. 


The light turned to green and I drove away but the thought of her standing out there in the rain with her dog struck me. I just couldn't go any farther knowing that I hadn't given the girl anything, then suddenly I thought about the umbrella I had in the car. 

Bingo! 

So I drove back around and into the shopping center, went back to the stop light, and I believe God's hand is on everything because the light was again red! 

Hallelujah! 

I stopped, rolled the window down, called the girl and told her I didn't have any money but wanted her to have the umbrella. She took it, thanked me and opened it right away to keep some of the rain of her and her dog... 

And that my friends is one of my "Aha" moments. Give what you can, when you can.

Friday, March 28, 2014

Giving up. Poem


From all the heartaches I have endured, my soul was crippled, could feel no more.

Moments of... moments of cold.
Walking along a lost, abandoned trail.

Abandoned I was, forgotten from it all.
There were tears no more, the heart had no blood, I had seen it all.

Like a puppet on strings, I moved along to the rhythm of a tune.

Giving up was never an option, but the battle was brutal. From time to time I thought whether I should continue... but giving up was not an option.

I walked through the treacherous path I had been put on by life, stumbled and fell and then... then I saw them... the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen... and they were looking in my direction.

They were almost smiling, and when they met my eyes I closed them, to keep them from seeing inside my broken soul.

I fought them to death, because that was all I knew. I shut them down, I pushed them away. But they stood their ground because giving up was not an option.

After my rejection they stuck around and reached out to me for no apparent reason, I had nothing to offer but they did... and they did. They offered me peace and redemption, they offered me the one thing I didn't have... love...

Now they're mine to keep, forever. I see that in the promise every time they look my way... because giving up was never an option.

(Standing alone poem)

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Wednesday, March 26, 2014

After the storm..

His words were what drew me to him,
he gave me back the sense of direction I'd lost, long ago.

The tone of his voice was the calling my soul had been yearning to hear,
like fall after summer.

After the storm he became my calm.

The kiss of his lips disarmed me with ease, he knew me so well, he knew how I felt.

With the trace of his finger on my lips I dissolved in his heaven.

Bliss existed and tasted like us.  Bliss existed for us... for me.

After the storm he became my calm.

But then he disappeared. Where did he go?

He apparently appeared to play a cruel joke on my heart.

The storm brew stronger this time and swallowed me whole in a sea of despair... and he left me to drown.

After the storm... I was gone.


*Poem not associated with Tied up heart*
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Sunday, March 23, 2014

Quietness around is broken by the croaking of the frogs, a train blowing its horn far off in the distance and the sudden bark of a dog.

For a moment those sounds mix and fit perfectly with each other. In perfect harmony, the perfect melody if you will.

Chill is in the light breeze pushing a few ambers away from the fire pit.

Peaceful it is.  Relaxing a bliss.

This is how memories are made. This is when the mind wonders into the abysmal darkness of the night, bringing back the words and thoughts that will turn into poems.


Monday, March 17, 2014

Chain blog

I got the invitation to participate in this "chain blog" from the lovely Stephanie Collier. She was gracious enough to include me in this adventure even though I'm fairly new to the writing world.

But opportunities like this one are in my opinion, great ways to interact and meet new people.

I love connecting with people from all over the world and this right here, is just another opportunity to do so.
So without further to do, here's a bit of Stephanie Collier.

Stephanie Collier is an author of Gothic Romance stories with endings that tend to be bittersweet. Her debut novel, The Blood of the Black Rose, releases in February, 2014.
She has always immersed herself in other worlds created by talented minds and her love of beautifully crafted words made her branch out at a young age, dreaming up new characters and worlds of her own.
Stephanie currently in resides in Missouri with her loving, supportive husband and amazingly talented four children.


Now a little bit about me. (Talking on 3rd person but don't know why.)

Verónica Brannon loves to read and write contemporary romance. She loves the happily ever after end in a story and wishes that would also apply to the real world, but knows that the real world is not a fairy tale.
Her first book is Tied up Heart and it's available on Kindle.

She's fairly new to the writing world but enjoys ever aspect of it. She speaks Spanish and English, and is in the process of translating her novel into Spanish.  She's originally from the west coast of México but resides in Tennessee since 1996. She is married and has one daughter.

You can also find Verónica on



Now for those questions, a few short answers.

What am I working on?

I'm working on my 2nd novel. It's of course in the Contemporary romance genre (my favorite,) and I'm getting closer to the end of it with every passing minute. (Super excited!!)

How does my work differ from others in its genre?

Honestly, I have no clue. All I know is that I like to write what appeals to me. Even though my genre is romance, I like to add as much drama and heartache as I possibly can to my stories. I love the cat and mouse chase in a story. Some other authors write at a faster pace, I like to take my time and try to take it slow.

Why do I write what I do?

I write because I like it. I love imagining scenarios and situations that have romance written all over. I live for that. Hence the Twitter self title "Day dreamer". I know I need to wake up but it won't be today.

How does my writing process work?

There's a process? Oops! I didn't know that.
Well, my "process" works for me, perhaps strangely for some, to say the least.
I don't do the pen and paper... (sorry) I blame the modern technology but my smartphone is my salvation.  I start typing and the story begins to develop from there. I don't start with a certain idea of what's going to be, the story changes as I go. Usually the 1st chapter never ends up being the 1st chapter because I'll come back and add more to it.

(I only have one book published but I have 2 more in the back burner aside from the current WIP.)

I go back and forth adding more in between. By the time I'm "done" with it, I have the darn thing memorized to the point that I'm sick of it but at the same time completely in love with it, and excited to see it fly out the door for the whole world to read. *Okay, I'm being a bit hopeful here but it's valid, isn't?*

I don't like to send chapters out to be read, I like to "finish" the story so my beta readers can get the whole tamale. Again that's the way it works for me.

And that's all for now! Are you ready to be passed on to some more talented amazing authors? Tune in next to get up close and personal with *drumroll please* ...



A dear friend and an excellent writer J. D. Estrada.

J. D. Estrada was born, bred and raised in Puerto Rico. Throughout his life, he’s often been fascinated by connecting with other people and that human aspect of our relationships. As a kid, he dreamt of inventing stuff... he just never knew he’d end up doing it using words.

He feels most at home sliding on a wave on his bodyboard, strumming his guitar, reading a fascinating book and writing. Married, the youngest of three brothers and a devoted son, he has a passion to write, and he’s just getting started.

His book Only Human is available on Amazon 
It is a very entertaining and interesting story not just about vampires but also about an Only Human. I recommend this book to anyone who enjoys a well written story. I read it, you should too!

You can also connect with him on Twitter
Where you will be able to enjoy good tweets

And on G+
Where you will find all sorts of great poetry and comments, and short stories. You won't be disappointed. 



Another good friend and talented writer is Arlene Valle

Arlene Valle is Canadian living in Ohio. Her first romance novel "ARRANGED" takes place on Isla Margarita, Venezuela. It is available on Amazon, Barnes&Noble and Kobo.

Connect with Arlene on:

I'm currently reading her book so I won't spoil it for you, but the story is HOT! If you like a steamy romance with a twist, this is the book for you. What are you waiting for? Go check it out!!

I hope you guys connect with these awesome people, you will have a great time getting to know them. Stop by to say hi!!

Saturday, March 15, 2014

What do you say to that?

So you didn't like my words because they were written down?

Perhaps you'll like them better if I whisper them in your ear. What do you say to that?

Will that be enough to get your attention?

I'm looking at you now.  Hey! come closer, I have something to say to you.

I don't believe you're afraid of me, are you?

There's no reason for that, if all I want to do is love you.

Maybe we'll be able to understand each other... What do you say to that?

I want to show you what you mean to me.

I want to whisper it in your ear. Come closer, come closer.

The moon awaits for us, out in the dark sky. There's no need for candles when we can use that bright spark.

Now you're here with me, and all I want to do is use my fingernails to trace every star over your chest and loose myself in the sweet surrender of your arms.

I want to kiss your neck and nibble on your jaw. I want that sexy crooked grin smirking at me, letting me know you have me.

I'll let you lead the way for me. My eyes are closed but my heart feels all.

By the time all is said and done, all I'll want to know is if you... liked my words.

What do you say to that?



Monday, March 10, 2014

Can we?

I stare at the screen and the fight between my fingers and the keyboard begins.
My mind is reeling with words but they don't want to come to my fingertips.
Stress, pain and loneliness hurts the imagination.
Can't we just get along?

The never ending dilemma of what to do floats around.
Anger, bashing, slamming doors to release the tension.
Since when can we not act like civilized people?
Can't we just get along?

I don't understand the animosity.
I don't get the ineptitude of those who can communicate.
Don't we speak the same language?
Can't we just get along?

As time passes by, things get more complicated.
They should be better, but they are not.
All the things that can go wrong, go.
Can't we just get along?

The brain gets tired of thinking solutions.
Time feels heavier ever minute.
It wasn't supposed to be this way.
Can't we just get along?

Help me find a solution to fix this broken wing.
Because one alone won't suffice.
I'm ready to take the leap and see if...
we can get along...


Saturday, March 8, 2014

Let the heart feel.

Quietness and stillness around are broken by the croaking of the frogs, a train blowing its horn far off in the distance and the sudden bark of a dog.

For a moment those sounds mix and fit perfectly with each other. The perfect melody, if you will.

Chill is in the light breeze blowing up a few stray ambers from the fire pit.


Peaceful it is.  Relaxing, a bliss.

This is how memories are made. This is when the mind wonders into the abysmal darkness of the night, bringing back the words and thoughts that will turn into poems.

Let the heart feel.

Saturday, March 1, 2014

Moon

I see my soul reflecting on your face and you fill my eyes completely.

There is light, there is freedom, there is you and me... there is us.

No one comes between us, no on can.
Distance is null when we stare.

In the darkness of the night, you appear before me and I get lost.

Passion is wearing stars as camouflage.

Dark is the desire in the eyes of the one looking my way. Embrace me with the depths of the night.

Fire burns on the skin and sparkles fly when we kiss... kiss me...

Moon.