Working on the sequel to my debut novel, Mac. Intrigue, suspense, action-packed, a wink of romance. Justice. In a perfect world, you get what you give.
I am excited to share the news that my debut novel, Mac, is now available in ebook format with the paperback version going live any time now. It is an action-packed story of family, suspense, romance and the battle to tip the scales towards justice.
I’m officially 52 today. 🎈
But I’ve decided I’m going to turn 51 next year. Sending a hug out to all the kind people I’ve “met” on this over the past year. You have often made me smile and I appreciate you!❤️
As a self-published author, I can say this because I’m not querying. The traditional route - having to query to get an agent, seems backwards to me. They should be querying you. There should be a system in place where they can see your work and bid on you. Just my humble opinion.
I wrote a disclaimer for my book. Basically states the usual. It’s a work of fiction. If you do see similarities in yourself, you might want to get yourself checked out because some of these characters are psychopaths.
I remember opening this Twitter account because I wrote a book. No clue what to do/say. Bogus writers lifts. People with tens of thousands of followers with zero engagement. Tweet a nice photo, brutal DM’s. I almost threw in the towel. But then, I “met” some of you...
#Grateful
Some guy grabbed my daughter’s breast at a bar last night.
The thing that saddened me was that she sent a photo of what she was wearing to the family group chat, as if that should matter. She is shaken up and mad. Very mad.
I just Googled how many bones are in a human face.👊🏼
I do not know how people can handle having earbuds in their ears. They do not fit in mine. I like my headphones. Plus, I can pretend I’m a pilot while cooking dinner. What’s our vector, Victor?
Let me get this straight, U.K. people. Pants are underwear and trousers are pants? This could result in potential hilarious communication problems here.
My birth certificate says I’m 53 today. But I think it’s a typo and I’m going with 51. Thank you to all the people on this who have been quick with a kind word and support over the past year. (When I was 50). It has meant a lot and I just want you to know you are appreciated!❤️
I cannot stand bras. I avoid them like the plague. Sometimes I’ll wear a cami underneath a thin shirt so as not to poke eyes out, but other than that, I’m not a fan and go without. And they don’t appear to be sagging. I wonder if there’s any correlation?
#freethehounds
There is a tweet going around where other authors are making fun of another author for having a playlist of songs in their book. If you are one of those authors, please unfollow me. I don’t have time for condescending twats.
One time I was at the pet food store, picking up treats for my dog. Went to pay for them, striking up a conversation with the cashier. “I cannot believe these chicken flavoured treats are vegetarian approved. Weird.”
She looked at them. “They’re veterinarian approved.”
Be careful out here on social media. I’ve read a few tweets lately where people are not always as they appear. Even the ones you interact with a lot.
I would also like to reassure everyone that I am who I say I am. I’m Batman.
Husband: You do know how incredible it is you’ve written and published a book, right?
Me: Lots of people do it.
Husband: A lot of people SAY they’re going to do it. You did it. Now, you’re practically immortal. People one hundred years from now might read your book.
Me: Uh-oh.
If you went through whatever illnesses/injuries/infections you’ve had at the same age back in medieval times without the proper hygiene, diet, and medical advancements, how old do you think you would have lived to be back then? Me? 4. I really sliced my arm open by accident.
As soon as I see someone describe themselves as an influencer, I will do my best to not to be influenced in any way, shape or form. I am stubborn that way.
I love those first few seconds when you wake up and your mind is blank. Nothing terrible is going on in the world, there are no problems to solve… It’s just a moment of peace. We need more seconds like that.
I was once side-swiped by a cement truck while driving. My last words would have been, “Motherf***er”. Since then, I’ve tried to use nicer words when experiencing idiot drivers. I’m failing, but it’s the thought that counts, right?
Had to delete the post of my daughter axe throwing because some men are such ignorant creeps. There. Put the “some men” in so that I wouldn’t be mansplained later.
Pigs.
Wouldn’t it be nice if people identified as human beings first rather than a political party? Live and let live, love and let love? Help each other out when you can?
You don’t have to like everyone. But that doesn’t have to translate into hate. I dare to dream.
Have you ever gotten snazzed up for an event, did the best you could with what you’ve got, felt pretty good, then saw photos posted online later and you realise you must be a relative of Jabba the Hut?
We’re staying at a nice hotel at our latest stop. But these two dolls are right at the end of our hallway outside our room and I cannot tell a lie. They’re creeping the f*** out of me.
Do you have any great scars? I have a wicked looking one on my inner right arm (now two from a burn a few months ago) thanks to punching my arm through the window of our screen door at the age of 4. I was knocking because the handle was stuck. Missed the main vein by 🤏🏻.
Hello! My name really is Sheila Young. My profile pic is actually me. I really am Canadian. I did write a book that some people find entertaining. I honestly am kind, friendly and open-minded. And I can be an epic wiseass because I do not suffer fools gladly. Nice to meet you.
All the longevity research points to having a community. How loneliness is a silent killer. But what if you genuinely enjoy being alone? What if you know you have reliable people on the periphery, but you can entertain yourself?
I think many people would shorten my life.
Controversial opinion here, but I do not think forgiveness helps some people, nor is it necessary. I think it’s often permission for them to be a repeat offender.
Had an unheard of identity crisis over the past week or two. Being told I shouldn’t be a certain way online, I shouldn’t do this/that, etc.
It just reaffirmed after some self-evaluation, I change for no one. I’m reposting this. Here’s to love, wiseassery and unprofessionalism.
My son is having a huge bbq/pool party for friends. (All early 20’s). Do I go out and make sure no one is concussed or pregnant yet, or do I just smile and wave from an upstairs window?
It’s Saturday. I’m in New Brunswick. I’m going to my husband’s family reunion. It’s been a dream of mine to be in a room full of complete strangers. Usually I’m naked and they’re pointing and laughing. But I have a summer dress here, so hopefully my dream does not come true.
You know when you have that unexplainable “click” with someone? No rhyme or reason to it. There is just that recognition? That is epically rare for me. Some people seem to have it all the time. But for me, it is extraordinary.
A strange quirk about me? I have always loved to be able to see in people’s houses. Not in a creepy way. Just when I’m out walking at night and curtains are open. “Ooo. Nice paint colour.” Or, “I hope that’s his wife.” Social media is like Hitchcock’s Rear Window. Beware of that.
Just a reminder. If you wrote a book, that’s a pretty great achievement. And if you’re actually letting people read it, that takes courage. You can second guess yourself all you want but it doesn’t take away from those facts. Courageous and great.💞
I just saw one of those, “I’m so old!” in their 30’s posts.
I wrote Mac and self-published at 50. I’m writing in slow motion with the sequel, but it’ll be out while I’m 52. (Hopefully)🤞🏼
Don’t use age as an excuse not to do something. Be bold. Let it rip.
Ageism can kiss my bum.
Just found out my daughter has made the Dean’s Honour List again and has also been chosen to be on the Health Sciences Student Council. And this is at one of Canada’s top universities. More importantly, she’s a good egg, too. To say I’m a proud Mom is an understatement.