Tell me...WHO ARE YOU? WHY ARE YOU HERE?

Here we are, less than a week from 2016.
Possibly, like most, or perhaps not, I do a lot of soul searching by year's end.
I look back at the twelve months, and ask myself, did I do anything good?

What can I improve on?

Where do I want to be next year at this time?

For those of you who know me well, last year was particularly tough for me. This year? Better. Why? I kept my focus on my work and things that made me happy. I kept off...the internet.

Sound silly? I'm not so sure. I found the social sites, the reviews, and the chronic downer of the mass media, the cruelty, and the violence, had a profound impact on me. Maybe I'm not the powerful cop I once was? And, well, I am only human.

I ask myself this at times...

WHY AM I HERE?


Quite a big question.
We are born...we live...we die.
No one escapes that.
Some lives are only minutes long, others, nearly a century. There's simply no way to know how long you have to do...
What is it we are here to do.

Take a look at yourself as the year goes away.


Study that person for a moment. Oh, I know, we may think we're too fat, too thin, too old, too this, too that.
No. I mean, the person. Not the shell. We are a product of nurture and nature, of our genetics and our schooling, not the flesh and bones that hold it.

As you wander through this world, what do you do? Some of you are lovers and protectors of animals, fight for women's rights, battle hate and teach love. Bravo to those of you. Some of you may tell me you are here to give birth to a child, and hope that individual contributes to the world, lives the life you wish you had?

I asked myself that question. While I was a police officer, I actually thought I was 'helping people'. It seemed like a noble cause.
Then, soon after, I realized that job was so much more, or less, depen

So here I am. Writing.
Why am I here? Why was I given a chance on this planet to do something? What is it I chose to do?
In my deepest thoughts I do hope, that I teach tolerance and love. A straight woman writing gay erotic romance. I don't know why I am here doing this, but here I am, nearly 130 novels behind me, two feature films done and dusted, more on the way, and...

Could it be true that within a year after my death, no one will know my name? Will it matter? Probably not. Only a small percentage of us achieve eternity.


The rest of us are here for a flash, and gone. The mystery of the universe solved. WE ARE ALL TEMPS.

As you look at yourself, make New Year's resolutions that you most likely will never keep, ask yourself this: Why Am I Here?

And if the answer to that is; to do a little good for the world, then smile.
If the real answer is to become a weapon of mass destruction for everything you envy, hate, and cannot tolerate, then 'I' already know who you are, and so does everyone else.

Tell me now. WHY ARE YOU HERE? And, Who the fuck are you?


Have a better year than last, and be careful out there, it's a very dangerous world.