For the first day of 2018

I was excited to receive The Liebster by  Matthew G from Grabba Blog. Thank you Matthew. I’m super grateful you thought of me. To be nominated by a writer who’s page is exciting, edgy, and unique is such an honor and a fun way to start 2018!!

liebster award roses

What is the Liebster Award?

The Liebster Award 2017 is an award that exists only on the internet and is given to bloggers by other bloggers. The earliest case of the award goes as far back as 2011. Liebster in German means sweetest, kindest, nicest, dearest, beloved, lovely, kind, pleasant, valued, cute, endearing, and welcome.


Here’s a link to my all time favorite bloggers


Questions from Matthew G


What was the reason to start blogging?

I started blogging as a class project on ambition. It changed my life.

Where would you like to be in 3 years time from now on?

Writing movies, books, and with my family in a home full of love and gratitude.

The most shameful thing you ever did?

I accidentally snitched on my best friend at the time, over something so stupid. Haven’t done it before then and haven’t done it since.

List 3 things you would pick up for the desert island!

Well, unlimited food, water, and books. But if it can’t be unlimited the journaling bible, a pen, and a bottle of water

If given a choice, would you rather change humanity or yourself?

Myself because changing humanity is a lost cause. There’s more hope if I work on changing myself.

Types/traits of character you admire and hate most?

I admire characters with brash inappropriate honesty cleaned up with a little charm. And as for traits I dislike most, I’d say flat characters. I don’t hate or love them, they just slip into non existence.

When finding the perfect crush with obstacles, give up or fight and reason why?

Fight, but I do have pride in myself and I’m well aware there’s like a billion fishies in the sea. However, I’m married so I don’t really fight anymore. But if the occasion was to arise that I had to fight for my husband, I’d fight. Don’t confuse this with the idea that I don’t work on making my husband fall in love with me over and over. I put in work.

How would you use Death Note if given one?

I wouldn’t. I don’t wish death on anyone at this point in my life. And have you seen the one on Netflix?! No thanks. lol

Are you rather predator or prey?

I like to switch between the two.

Give me 2/3 thoughts about me based on my blog!

Matthew, You seem to be a creative and deep thinker.

Also, write down your addiction and explanation why you won’t stop it!

Eating sweets and I won’t stop because I can see myself on my death bed wishing I ate that cookie when I had the chance. Yes, this is really how my head works.


I nominate the blogs that have inspired my most since I’ve started Jayne.Press:

Notes From A Summer Of Discontent


Eyes Straight Ahead


Feral Rumination


Revolution From My Bed


Behcets And Borderline


Here’s your questions:

What two dead writers/poets would you have tea with?

Favorite thing to write with (type of pen, pencil, etc)

Top three movies you could watch on rotation for days

Craziest idea you gotten in the shower

One sentence that sums up your 2017

Just one annoyingly bad habit

Worst injury ever


Congratulations! Can’t wait to see your answers. It’s totally for fun so if you decide to opt out it won’t hurt my feelings. 😀 Here’s a link to the Official Rules and descriptions and more information.  We’re going to keep this going for the New Year. 🙂 so ignore the dates. It’s all in good fun.




Artist Chad Cocilo

Meeting Artist Chad Cocilo was an honor. When writing this I was more focused on who Chad was as an individual and who he was as an artist. But I have added a link to The New London Patch which goes more in depth on his art style and technique.

“I pay no attention whatever to anybody’s praise or blame. I simply follow my own feelings.”

― Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

“Fuck em all.”

We were on our way to meet Chad Cocilo but right beforehand, he asked us if we wanted to come to his studio. I was totally siked. When I think “studio” I think of Jackson Pollock, alcohol, cigarettes, and wet canvases with paint brushes balanced on them. My co-pilot, on the other hand, thought in the opposite direction and felt it wasn’t a good idea. So, I said, in my oh-so-convincing voice, “We’ll just drive by the club [his studio resided over and check out the scene.”

We parked across the street and while Melissa smoked, we assessed it together mentally. I felt her tension ease, which I’m sure was only because she forced it to, knowing how excited I was. It didn’t take much assessing to know the area was questionable. I text him to let him know we were there and he met us outside. We walked up to the building arms brushing against each other. We got to the door and I noticed he has those ocean eyes. He was standing there tall and brave, eyes kind of sad looking. Cigarette in hand, while he was waiting for us in jeans and a button down. I would have never guessed him to be an artist. Then again what exactly should an artist look like?

He held the door open and allowed me to lead the way up a dark and narrow stair case. As I began to walk up the stairs I couldn’t even see a door at the top. I put my hand against the wall to guide my way. The building was old but the stairs were sturdy. We got to a door with no lock. I was afraid to open it because this wasn’t my door to open. I admitted out loud that I was scared and stepped aside. Melissa stepped aside as well, saying with her eyes, “O no, it’s not gunna be me.”

He strolled up with his broad shoulders and casually opened the door. I turned to look in the studio, my mouth dropped and I was completely awe struck. It was like the Willie Wonka of art factories. I felt like dancing, but there was artists at work. This was more than I had imagined. It was creativity heaven. Any medium you could think of in every shade. Paint in cans, bottles, jars, and on canvases that were strewn from the floor to the ceiling. And it was a high ceiling. There was nails, wood, glue, artist made tables and fixtures everywhere. I felt creative just walking in. I was amazed. Where have I been? How could this wondrous place be in my town and I never knew about it?

After shuffling around and attempting to contain myself. We found a table to sit at and began to talk. He seemed a bit unsure, at first. He began to warm up after a few questions, a cigarette, and a finished can of something alcoholic. I enjoyed listening to him speak. He spoke soft and monotone. His voice was so easy to listen to, even with the noise of the art demanding my attention.

Chad had started as an artist after the passing of a friend which led him into gifting art for others. He surprised the family, band mates, and close friends with portraits he created. After some time, he broke away from stencil work and graffiti and started doing work that came straight from his own mind. It felt more like his work. It’s a challenge for him as an artist to put his art out there for the world to see while facing criticism.

“You can’t take anyone personal ever because that’s their own insecurities. You can pick and choose what to take from it to better yourself,” he says. He even shared that he’s been called a phony because he’s sold expensive pieces around the world. Even so, he feels a freedom with his art. He focuses on that freedom and not being stuck. When he says stuck he doesn’t mean literally. He means, he doesn’t want to be stuck in the 9-5, “counting sheep” work week.

“It’s just nice to know there’s something else out there.” His freedom has ruined relationships and gained new ones. When asked by an ex-girlfriend if he was just going to skateboard and paint for the rest of his life, his reply was, “hell yea!”

On my way out the door he says, “You can ask me anything. I am an open book.” I respected his transparency, gave a genuine nod, and turned to the staircase where we had begun.