Where Dreams Meet the Business of Writing


Today I’m writing for the Insecure Writer’s Support Group’s blog hop. The first Wednesday of each month, we write in inspiration to a question posed by the group’s administrators. We don’t need to write in response to the question posed, but I like to use their query as the springboard for the monthly post.

This month’s question is:

Writers have secrets! What are one or two of yours,
something readers would never know from your work?

The awesome co-hosts for the June 3 posting of the IWSG are Pat Garcia, J.Q. Rose, and Natalie Aguirre!


Rockhound Hoarder

What? You want me to spill my secrets? Right here in print?

Now, most months I play along with IWSG’s Question of the Month. But this month, I think you are taking things a little too far, Insecure Writer’s Support Group. If I have secrets that I am not going to tell my best friend, I’m certainly not going to put it out here in the virtual world to live forever.

However, as horrified as I was when I initially read the question, I did give it some thought. What can I share with you here that won’t be cause of future embarrassment? What tidbit can I share about myself that won’t get me in trouble with anyone?


Yes, I will admit to this secret obsession. I love rocks.

Big rocks. Little rocks. Pretty rocks. Interesting rocks. Shiny rocks. Dull rocks.

I love rocks!

Almost every trip I make, I haul rocks home. Sitting in my center console are rocks I collected the year I lived in Arizona. I moved to Texas twelve years ago and the rocks remain. They were pretty. One was shaped like a miniature pyramid. One had pretty stripes. One had…well, you understand that they’re all fascinating in their own wonderful way.

I come home from visiting my dad in Arkansas…yep…there’s rocks in the trunk to put into my flower bed out back.

Trips to local creeks with friends here in Texas…fossils! Gotta bring some of them home!

This isn’t a new fascination. I remember family hikes we took when we lived in Glendora, California. On Saturday mornings we’d drive up to the foothills of Mt. Baldy. I wore a zippered sweatshirt with those two large pockets in the front. And by the time we were headed back to the car, I was loaded down with my loot for the day.

So there you have it. A secret about me that I haven’t shared with any of you – until today. Sorry it wasn’t a juicer secret.

Comments on: "Rockhound Hoarder #IWSG" (7)

  1. Thought you were going to say, you paint them and then hide them (rocks) 🙂

  2. I love a good obsession! I can relate to the rocks, but it is my husband. Ironically I grew up in Little Rock, but it is my hubby who collects the little rocks. He has rocks from tons of places, and they are in the console of my car, sigh. I will admit the two he gave me the other day were very stunning. What I really want him to find for me is a hag stone!

    • How funny that you grew up there but he collects the rocks. We found some hag stones in the creek near here (in Texas) which is where we found some of the fossils. If he doesn’t find one for you, let me know. I’ll try to figure out where I stashed them (probably a drawer somewhere in the house LOL) and I can send you one.

  3. I completely understand your horror when reading this prompt. I (maybe fortunately) joined this forum a little late during the month of June so, I’m claiming my pass on this one haha! No need to apologize for not sharing a juicier tidbit. I’ve always wondered how some are able to share such personal information about their most intimate moments so openly from miscarriages to political beliefs to breakups, but this can all be chalked up to one’s generation. I’m GENERATION Z. I don’t remember a time without readily available internet access at my fingertips. My parent’s are BABY-BOOMERS. They still can’t comprehend the vast, endless reach that is social media. They also didn’t know that their IPhone’s had a built in flashlight until a few months ago.

    Laurel 🙂

    • Thanks for stopping by. And good luck with the IWSG posts. It’s a fun group to be in.
      I’m probably closer to your parents – but my mom is even more so. My sister got her a cell phone about 5-6 years ago. She can text with it. That’s it. We’ve both given up trying to teach her how to use it like a phone or how to take pictures with it LOL

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