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I’ve Moved!

March 26, 2015


This is just a little note for my new followers of late and my very old ones of the past. The Rainpuddle is my first and beloved blog on WordPress, although I no longer update it. Even so, I’ve noticed the endless views and groups of subscribers lately, which makes my heart soar with appreciation for the support and continued gander of scribbles I’ve started here in my mid 20’s (I’m in my mid-thirties now)! Thank you!

However, I feel the need to leave this notice, that I’ve graduated to another long time running blog: A Quest For Happiness. It’s a bit more personal, yet filled with my honest journey/observations about life. There’s music, jokes, information, and more heart included in my new blog. And, most of all, I tend to update that one the most. You’re free to continue following The Rainpuddle, comment, or whatnot, but I just wanted to let everyone know that this blog has finished growing and is no longer the focus of my updates. In other words, this will be my LAST post here. I’m teary-eyed about this milestone!

It’s a little annoying that I haven’t figured out how to default my current blog, A Quest For Happiness, to when I like or comment on the blogs of others, so that they may follow me if they wish to. And I believe this is what causes the confusion that The Rainpuddle is still a running site, when in reality it’s my dusty museum of my past works on WordPress. I’ll figure it out, I hope. =p

Anyway, thanks for reading and following this blog everyone! It really does make my day, when I still get pinged posts and traffic reports from this old site, even though I haven’t written in it for years. I hope to see you guys and gals on the new one, IF you’re interested, of course. Anime peace-sign ===> ^_^v



It’s Book Time!

October 12, 2012

My book has been published on, just in time for the Halloween season! It’s called “True Shadows” and it’s about a group of supernatural friends save a city from a plague of demons. It’s very good, if I may say so myself, without breaking too much of my own modesty.

This book has a lot of gratuitous violence and language, so it’s not anything for children, but plays to the child within us adults. My writing idol and inspiration is Quentin Tarantino, so this work of fiction can be very raw at times, yet very real. I wrote it not for the posh, but for the gritty everyday people of the world. If this book was printed, I imagine that freshmen collage students, blue collar workers, artists, and single working moms and dads would be reading it on the buses and subways, on their daily commute.

It’s available for the Kindle, but don’t worry. If you don’t own one, there is a free app you can download to your PC, phone, or tablet to read all Kindle books. Check it out here: Free Kindle Apps.
And if you have Prime Membership with Amazon, you can borrow the book for no cost. I get paid either way, so please do barrow if you want. I encourage it!

I am nervous about the launch of my first novel, yet so excited too. I’m just one step closer to living the dream! I do know that I may get a lot of heat from critics, because just like this blog I do have a little social and religious satire mixed into the story. The main plot is not my true beliefs, as I don’t believe in real demons, it’s a work of fiction. But it plays the “devil’s advocate” to what my true idea of what is “evil” or “good”, within society’s belief systems. However, I know that any critics who do comment will be connected to one important fact… They’ve read the book! And hey, love it or hate it, if a person reads what I wrote and gave it a chance, that’s all I’m shooting for in the first place. :-)

I hope you will enjoy the book, my dear readers! And thanks for giving me the added boost in my ego, for continuing to visit this blog. In fact, your visits have inspired me to create a new blog for you. Check out: The Lotus.
Many hugs and stay safe!



Chasing A Dream

September 16, 2012

It’s been another long while, since I’ve written in this blog, and it still amazes me that people continue to come here to read what I’ve posted. I have 50 new readers per week, who actually check out certain posts here, with 40 regulars who come here to read other articles. It’s highly flattering to me and therefore, I felt the need to pop in a share something special with you guys an girls. :-)

I am a writer. Yes, that’s not surprising at all, being that this was a blog that I use to update everyday with my own thoughts, opinions, and observations about life. And yet, even though they are just rants and riddles from an ordinary woman, a nobody in the literally world, people were entertained fully and felt a need to keep coming back. However, I’ve been writing since the age of nine, ever since my fourth grade teacher taught me how to put my words to paper. She recognized that I was a storyteller and would tell such entertaining stories to my peers, so she taught me how to write it down for class assignments and I was graded very well for my words, thoughts, and feelings.

At that age, I loved reading books and without any real friends among my peers, the books were my only friends. My peers all thought I was a weirdo and creepy kid. They were right, but even the weirdos of the world need friends! However, it was at this age, that I begin to dream about publishing my own book someday and that dream never faded. I also wanted to be a teacher and a FBI Agent too, but as I grew older those aspirations died, the only thing that stuck was wanting to be a published writer someday. I had dreamed of seeing my printed book on a shelf in a bookstore or library, with the logo of a publishing house on the back of it, and being able to point out to others “See? I wrote that!” And it has been my dream for all of my life, a very precious one.

So, I’ve been writing novels, short stories, drawing comics, and poems since age nine. Some are long lost, as I started out on a typewriter in ’89 and have lost many of those pages. Some I still have and they are what you’d expect from a nine year old, stories about monsters and unicorns, and one brave little girl who wins in the end and keeps the unicorns as pets. And a lot of poems and stories from my teens are on floppy disks or in very old notebooks, which I still have both in storage. They’re not very good either, just a ramble of teenage angst in the 90’s. And one story that attempted to be an emotional drama about a family, through the eyes of a twelve year old, but really turned out to be a cheesy soap opera. Yikes!

I kept writing through the ages of my youth, never stopping, but somehow along the way I lost faith in my skill. It may have been the cheesy soap opera, I don’t know, but I suddenly got the idea in my head that I’ll never be a good writer or reach my dream of publication. I kept writing anyway, because I really do enjoy it and it’s my passion, but then a funny thing happened. When I became an adult, my peers kept telling me that I am a good writer and not only that, they wanted more and more. It got to the point that people only became my friends, so I would write stories for them personally and privately. Even though it’s a compliment to my skills, it was a lot painful to me to be wanted and valued for what I could do and not because of who I am as a person. Trust me, it’s not fun when you’re not in the mood to perform and the people who claim to be your friends wave you off with an attitude of, “Then we really have nothing to say to you. We’ll be back, when you’re ready to dance for us again.”

Well, you know the story (if you have read my old blog posts) about how I wrote a novel in the fall of 2010. And I tried my best to get it published in the winter to spring in 2011. The response I got from publishers were that they liked it, but they believe that it was “not marketable at this time”. I’m good at reading between the lines, I knew what they were really saying, that they don’t believe it will make them millions or even a few hundred bucks for their troubles. And I have to agree, maybe it wouldn’t, because it’s not the cliche crap of today of vampires and self-help books. No. It’s a very old fashion horror/thriller, like the kind I grew up reading and enjoying. I wanted a chance though, but no publishing house would give it to me, their focus on dollar signs rather than a good story that people may enjoy.

So, I decided to do what most rejects of a publishing world do… I’ve decided to self publish.

The major issue was getting help with the editing, because publishing houses do that for the writer, and that’s really the most that they do. They puff out their chest and claim the writer like a cash cow, if the writer becomes wildly popular, and they pay for the printing of the books. They don’t really do much advertising of their books, but love to price them and take a huge cut of the proceeds. So, their main worth is the editing and branding the back of the book with their name, giving the material “street cred”. I give up on the cred, but I really needed some awesome editing done to my book. As you can tell, I have an issue sometimes with present vs. past tense. Also a few times of misspelled words or sentences that could be phrased better.

I can’t afford to hire a professional editor, I’m just a starving artist to be frank, so I turned to my best friend Julie and my sister. I offered them 10 percent of whatever I make from the book, once it’s published on And when I offered it, I felt so sheepish for not being able to offer more than that, because I knew this was going to be a very huge project. I expected them to tell me to, “Get bent!” and laugh at the peanuts that I was offering. I only stand to gain a dollar per sale of my book on Amazon, which is fine with me because I never wanted to be rich or famous with this book. I just want something of mine forever out there and accessible to the public, I want to show off this very good novel that I have poured my heart and soul into, like a peacock pluming towards the world. This is my real dream.

However, my best friend and sister had a different reaction altogether, one I didn’t expect. They screamed, “No, Dani! I don’t need your money!” They insisted to help me reach my dream, without any payment at all, and purely out of love for me and the fact that they really do love the book. I had given up on it, after so many rejections from publishing houses, yet it was them who kept bringing it up and nagging me to don’t give up. I’m still going to give them something for their hard work anyway, although it’s very awesome that they want to help me out of love, and I appreciate that so much. But out of my love for them I want to repay them for their hard work and dedication. Even if this book turns out to be a flop, I must thank them for all that they’ve done for me. And they’ve done so much too! They gave me permission to dream again.

Julie has her own social life, a 50 hour a week job, and not to mention her own personal and family life. She edited the whole 90,000 word book first and did a phenomenon job! So much so, that when my sister came in behind her to do the second edits, she couldn’t find much to edit! Not only that, Julie is reading over it again in some chapters, to make sure she didn’t miss anything. I’m confident that the manuscript is good, being that I’ve read over it six times these last months. Without the help of her and my sister, I would have been dead in the water!

All three of us women have been working very hard to get this thing done and we’re down to the last four chapters. The book cover is done by me and I hope it’s good enough, I did my best with it. I do have an graphic artist in my family, so for the second book, I may ask her to help out. This project was just too short notice for her to be included, this time around. And yes, I’m working on a second book too, now that we’re near the end of wrapping up the first book. :-)

I’ll post here one last time, in October, when I’ll reveal the name, link, and summary of the book. It will be published on Amazon, the second week of October! Thanks to all of my readers and remember to never give up on your dreams!



I’m Still Alive!

December 7, 2011

*waving an arm* I’m still alive! Hello, readers! :-D

Last spring I had took a vacation from this blog, as my life was a lot stressful at the time. Summer was rolling in and I thought, “hey, screw this!” and pack up my cyber-luggage to have a much needed vacation. I unplugged from this blog, blocked out all things politics, and had the best summer of my life!

Though, I continued to get the hit reports in my email inbox with the number of readers coming to this little piece of space in the net. A big chunk of the numbers were of those snagging pics from my blog, which is cool with me, as I’ve snagged these pics myself from Google Images. By the way, if anyone has an issue with me using their image, please let me know. I have no problem taking them down. ;-)

But what shocked me, is that most of the numbers were of legit people reading my posts here! I can tell by the time spent on one article or another here, and return visits. I thought the numbers would dwindle after a while, but it’s held steadily for months now! That’s very flattering and it’s proof that I’m not such a crap writer as I believe myself to be. Haha! Thanks for caring enough to read my rants, bias opinions, and emotional outbursts. It’s much appreciated. :-)

As for my summer, I haven’t been up to too much. I’ve cruised a few forums, enjoyed chatting with my best friends (waves to Juan and Julie!), and also got addicted to micro-blogging. In other words, I relaxed a lot and enjoyed myself, instead of ranting. You can view my Tumbrl here: Now, Where Did I Leave My Keys?

I’ve decided that I’m not coming back to this old blog, not now anyway, maybe someday. I’ve also been growing as a person too over the summer, with a more busier life, and I can’t do the daily posts here like I use to. And there is no room for weekly posts either. But I wanted to let everyone know that everything is good and I’m okay. I hate leaving something on a bad note, if I can help it. Happy holidays everyone! And enjoy writing your own stories in the New Year. :-)



A Long Hiatus

May 27, 2011

Once again, I’m going through some storms within my life. Last time, I did keep blogging through those storms and muddied The Rainpuddle a little. Hey, it’s my blog to muddy if I feel like it. But this time, I don’t feel like it. :-/

So instead, I’m taking a long break away from writing. Maybe it will only be for a month, maybe the whole summer… or maybe I’ll began to write here again next year. Who knows? What ‘s important to me is that I do what I want to, right now. I have nothing to lose, at this point.

Thanks for reading along with the blog, thus far. If anyone is really reading and not just stopping by this blog to borrow graphics. :-/




Bits And Bobs!

May 16, 2011

It’s been a while, since I wrote an “Hello” post. And do have something to share directly to my readers. :-)

As you may have noticed, my posts in this blog has been fewer in numbers. When I first stated this blog, I would write and post Monday – Friday. Back then, I had so much to expresses and share. But lately, I’ve been learning and growing within my life and spirituality, becoming a lot freer then when I had first started this blog. Right now, I’m at a level of feeling good and being lazy with wanting to write. My life is still far from being perfect (as if such a thing exist) and I wouldn’t say that I’m totally content. But at this moment, I’m following the idea within my own spirituality of, “Speak ye little, listen much”. :-p

What I mean is, I will still post here because I love to do so! I will try not to disappear for weeks at a time, like I did so this winter. But when I do post, it will not be a five days a week sort of deal. I have to get outside, away from the computer screen, and into life a bit. ;-)

A dear friend reminded me, that I have had so many negative experiences in my life, since I was a little girl. But, it time for me to experience more positive things within my life now. And she is so very right! It is time! :-)

I have been working a lot on myself, gaining a tougher-skin, changing the way I deal with others or react to situations. So, I am more ready to try to brave the outside world a little more. I do have an issue with anxiety, but maybe somehow I can test it’s limits and see how far I can get, within social situations. After all, I am thirty years old now and it’s about time I try to spread my wings.

But no matter what I get into, in my life’s journey, I will not be closing this blog for a very long while yet. So no need to worry, to the few who do enjoy reading my random rants and raves. I’m still around. ;-)



My Inspiration!

May 9, 2011

I try not to have “heroes” or “idols” in my life, because in my past I’ve gotten burned with putting human beings up on a pedestal. I have learned the harsh reality, at a very young age, that heroes are human beings too and they do make mistakes and disappoint. Whenever I come across the question of “who do you idolize?” on various social networking sites, I always leave the field blank.

However, it doesn’t mean that I don’t have people in my life that inspire me. I know what you’re thinking, “potato-potata”. But there is a difference between idolizing someone and admiring a person’s good traits. It’s a thin line, but it’s there nonetheless. ;-)

For this week, I feel like acknowledging the real men in my life, who inspire my inner strength and help shape the person that I am today. Keep in mind, these men are not on a pedestal, I know of their faults and negative sides as well. But I do see and value their good traits, for what they really are. I won’t name names, but only their relation to me, as I wouldn’t want to embarrass them too much, if they shall read this someday. :-p

The first person I want to mention, is my grandfather. He was a cook in the US Navy, back in the day, very strong and an excellent chief. He grew up a little poor and knew what it was like to be hungry, along with his siblings. He had vowed to never let anyone go hungry again and my memories of him are often around the wonderful meals that he would make for the family. My earliest memory of age six, is when my grandpa inviting me and my sister into the basement of his home, where he kept the special cookies and chips. He was sneakily giving us special snacks and telling us to not speak of it to our cousins or grandmother upstairs. The fact is, many of my cousins and other relatives are highly conservative, snooty, and judgmental. Myself and my siblings are the black sheep of the family, with our liberal ways, and we don’t “fit in” with their clique. They often thumbed their noses down at us and we always felt like outsiders, at gatherings. But my grandpa was different! He may have been well off than most people he came in contact with, but he never showed any arrogance about it. He cared for all people, especially their stomaches, and he often would stop and dig into his pockets to pay for a person’s meal. If not that, he would take joy in cooking a huge feast and delivering the food to struggling families in his dark blue Cadillac. Not only that, my grandpa was very wise and he always treated people with respect and dignity, in spite of their differences or lifestyles. When my grandfather spoke to me, it was with wisdom, love, understanding, and respect. So, in family gatherings, I was always hanging around him the most. He passed away, from cancer, some years ago. But he still visits me in my dreams, giving me wise advice still. A lot of times, I believe that my wise words on any subject comes from him, his spirit whispering in my ear. He is my inspiration on how to treat others. :-)

My second mention is my oldest brother. As a kid, he was my idol and hero! I looked up to my older brother a whole lot, part of me still does. He is highly intelligent, open minded, and a lot strong. He is also ex-Military, as he had served his country under the US Army. I remember as a kid, when bullies would physically attack me on the playground, and I’d shout out in tears, “I’m gonna tell my big brother! He’s strong and in the Army! He will get you for this!” And my big brother did chase away my bullies and beat up one teen boy who had beaten me pretty badly in the streets. And one winter as a teen, I was without a winter coat and needed one, so my big brother gave me his bomber jacket. I still have that coat and wear it every winter, even though it’s old and a bit tattered. I can afford several jackets, if I wanted to, but I can’t part with that one… it’s special to me. But then my idolization was broken, when my brother went into some years of reckless and self-destructing behaviors, ruining his life. I was a lot upset and disappointed in him, even told him so in angry shouts. But, he became an inspiration to me later, because he did pull himself out of that darkness and now lives a settled and normal married life. And in his struggles to not stay in the darkness, my older brother inspired me to not stay in my own darkness and to change my life for the better. I fought hard to get out of my life of depression, with him in mind. :-)

My third mention, last but not least, is my best friend who is also an Army man (I suspect there is a theme within whom I gain inspiration from! :-p). I have mentioned about him a few hundred times within this blog, because he is awesome. He is the most stubborn and hard-driven man that I have ever met! Telling him that he “can’t” or “shouldn’t” do something is a direct challenge to him and he will fly head first into ANYTHING to prove that he can do it! Usually, this kind of arrogance would bother me, however… whatever my best friend sets out to do, he DOES IT, with precision and talent. He never gives up and he keeps fighting until he makes the doubtful person eat their own words! And I have had my share of eating crow, believe me. His fighting spirit and moxie is what motivates me often to never give up. Even when something looks futile, I just remember him and try again. :-)

I do feel a lot lucky to have or to have had such wonderful male influences in my life.  I do get my inspiration from other things and past figures in history too, but it’s nice to have  a few real and familiar faces in mind, when traveling through life’s journeys. ;-)