Forever is a Long Time

There are so many things that mean ‘forever;’ eternity, perpetuity, from here on out, always…

So, I know that this title sounds poignant. I am only meaning to talk about publishing rights and not relationships, although that is a good topic, too.

Alright. I’m in. We can talk about forever and relationships for just a bit. I’ll even give you a few insights I’ve gleaned.

  • Who you marry is the single, most important decision you will EVER make. This single decision can affect your sadness and happiness like no other decision. College? You can go back to that. That horrible job? You can quit it. Marriage is a decision that will have repercussions that will last a lifetime. Your spoken words of promise will imprint themselves on you…forever. You won’t forget them.
  • If you love your partner, NEVER finish their sentences. People change their opinions. It’s called growth. If you want to grow with them, you listen to what they have to say.
  • Learn to apologize and mean it. If your objective is to clear the air with your partner and get on a good page again, try apologizing first – even if he/she should do that instead. If your partner is a fair one, they will apologize, too.
  • If you can laugh about an argument, then it is not worth arguing over. Laugh, make peace, and move on.
  • If you are in a crabby mood, give your partner a head’s-up by letting them know of that. He/she might try to make things easier for you, or take everything you say (after that) with a grain of salt.

Okay. Seguing back to publishing. I hate giving away rights. I do. I’ve passed on publishing opportunities for that very reason. Why? Because of money. And because I hate the thought that someone else can hold my words captive…forever. Perpetuity! Sure, I know that one day, my works will become part of the public domain. (Copyright protections last for the life of an author plus 70 years. But if you don’t put a copyright notice on your work, they become public domain within five years of publication.)

So, after doing my research, I’ve learned about protecting rights to my own work on my blog! Apparently, I need to work on registering my copyright with the U.S. Copyright Office. (I’ve since added Jargon to my intro to let folks know that they cannot re-use my stuff without permission). For more on blog copyright protection, read this.

For now, I’ll keep writing, and keep searching for publishers who can respect my right to my works…for my life plus seventy years. You should do the same!


Cyndia Rios-Myers

Beautiful Winter Skies


I Left My Hope in Puerto Rico

That’s a catchy title, I think. Right now, I feel an odd combination of panic, sadness, and hope. You see, my mother lives in Puerto Rico. So does my father. My brother lives there, too, as do a myriad amount of aunts, uncles, and cousins.

My mom’s mountain home – and that of my aunts, uncles, and other cousins – have been devoid of electricity since Hurricane Maria hit back in late October of last year. Are they getting by? Yeah. They have generators that they use when they need to. Thankfully, the weather is temperate enough that heaters are not necessary. Water comes and goes.

However, they feel stripped and forgotten. It saddens me and depresses me greatly. Since Maria hit the island, Puerto Rico has changed. Historically, there will be Pre-Maria and Post-Maria.

Maybe you might be asking yourself why I don’t have my parents come and stay with me in the states. After all, my dad has four adult daughters living here, and my mom has two (my parents divorced when I was very young).

My older sister and I did have my mom come out here and stay with us for almost two months. She split her time between Chicago (where my sisters live), and in Pittsburgh, which is where I live. During her time here, my mom lived in houses with family, electricity, and running water. She also had to suffer through the cold, though, as her arthritis has afflicted her quite strongly. While she loved being with us, I think that she missed having her things – her car, her house, and her animals. She missed controlling her life. She would have stayed longer with us, but had to rush back to Puerto Rico, as one of her elder brothers had passed away.

My father and his wife choose not to leave my dad’s ancestral home in Puerto Rico. They have vegetables. They have a house that my dad spent lots of money on improving. Up until last week, they had electricity again. Thankfully, my dad still has his chickens, his cistern, and his sense of humor.

I haven’t been there since 2009. Yes, that is a long time. I feel that acutely. I want to go back and see them – my dad, my mom, my brother and my aunts and uncles. My parents ask that I wait, though. They are worried that I will be disappointed by the devastation. I have told them that as long as I see them and eat good food (and am not a burden to them), that I don’t care.

I don’t understand why they carry the weight of the responsibility over Hurricane Maria’s destruction.

The truth is that I am not apprised enough of the facts to know if America has done enough for Puerto Rico or not – media bias and all.

But one thing is for sure. I don’t know that America can save Puerto Rico, but I know that Americans have.

I am so proud to share citizenship with people who listen to their hearts and form their own opinions. I try to live that way, too.

I’ve seen beaches all over the world. This beach (Crash Boat Beach) – to me – is the single, most beautiful one.

I don’t know when I’ll get out there again. I hope that it is soon. I want to see what is. I want to see my immediate family members, and my extended ones, as life is fleeting.

This bridge literally bridges the easiest path between the towns from which both sides of my family come from.

You can’t see it, but I stood on a bridge while I took that picture. That bridge is now gone. From what I’ve been told, the river is larger now. My Taino Indian ancestors used to use this river. My mom and her siblings used to walk that bridge on their way to school, and back, every single day. The lack of the bridge is troubling, though. Folks who would visit each other every day probably no longer do so, as the road around this area takes quite a while to traverse. Will a division in distance equal a division in relationships? I pray not.

I hope you have enjoyed reading about my feelings on this. I hope that you think of Puerto Rico more often, too. And if you’ve helped, I thank you, too.


Cyndia Rios-Myers


My Werewolf Series of Books

So, I love werewolf movies. Loooooove them. I wish I could watch them during the day. However, my son is not yet into being scared. (When does that happen, I wonder…)

My favorite werewolf movies are: An American Werewolf in London, Silver Bullet, The Howling, and Dog Soldiers. Save for Dog Soldiers, I have them all on DVD. And I’m just waiting to watch them. Waiting, waiting, waiting.

Anyway, let me tell you about Lana Boxer, the protagonist of the seven-book series Rescued by the Wolf. She’s a Maryland girl with a rough exterior and a heart of gold. She goes looking for her fellow social worker friend Jenny, and finds something else instead.

I promise you that you’ll like it. I promise you’ll be scared. So please! Read them and enjoy them.

The Wolves on Amazon



Cyndia Rios-Myers


Okay, so if you’re here for a Bueller picture, here is one:



What I’m Reading…

Good Afternoon, everyone! I hope that you are all doing well.

All is well over here. Getting ready for tomorrow’s storm by stocking up on the essentials (Stella Artois and Sarris chocolates).

Also, I am reading. Non-fiction. It’s educational. Gives me interesting stuff to talk to the hubs about.

The amount of entertainment I am getting out of this read is quite surprising:

Yeah, that’s Michael Rapaport on the cover (pardon the flash glare) – the actor. Apparently, he’s pretty well known for his sports commentary. 

I am surprised over how much I am enjoying this book, as I am not a sports fan. I am much less into sports stats. However, the way Rapaport vividly describes his favorite teams, sports stars, and even his less favorite ones does a great job of commanding my attention. (Also love his acting).


Here’s another book that I am “enjoying” in short doses:

This one is equal parts of: engaging, shocking, and disturbing.

Kara Hughes gets into some of the more horrid, unsolved mysteries of PA – namely those of unsolved serial killings. I am saddened over everyone who met their ends horribly, and whose murderer(s) got away with their crimes.

I checked other books out from the library, too; a Whiskey Rebellion book, one on women from the west, and a book by a yoga instructor who is too stuck on herself (I won’t finish that one).

So…that’s me today. Here’s a picture of Bueller the cat for your amusement. Thanks for reading!


Cyndia Rios-Myers


I will NOT get on that balance board. I don’t need agility training.


On Other Budding Writers

So, at breakfast this morning, I asked my partner-in-crime (my son) what I should blog about. He suggested that I write about the fact that he is done with his first book.

I thought that it was a marvelous idea, so here I am, writing about my son’s book.

I love that he is writing fiction, as he’s actually not the biggest fan of reading fiction.

So how is his book, you might be wondering. I’ve read it. It actually has many laugh-out-loud moments to it. However, it needs work. I’ve told him that he needs to work on adding content, as well as making more of a connection between his chapters. He takes it well enough, thankfully.

He started writing his first book the way that I started writing my first book – with ballpoint pens and composition notebooks. I love watching his dedication to writing, as well as watching his already-good penmanship improve even more.

But…I am not a cheerleader kind of mom. If he loses a game, he loses. If he did something wrong, I let him know. Writing, I tell him, is easy, but publishing and gaining readers is hard. I’ll gently guide him as much as I can.

It’s a rough industry. I hope he makes it, though.


Cyndia Rios-Myers



And now a picture reward for reading this far. Bueller, and his cat-ish-ness:

Hey. Why is this living room so cold?” Ah. The heater hog is at it, again.


Write Those Letters!!

Good Morning, All. I hope that wherever you are rising, that you are looking forward to the day. If not the entire day, maybe to certain aspects of it. Maybe breakfast. Maybe listening to some tunes on your way to work. Maybe looking forward to that morning hug from your child or your significant other. Or, like me, you are watching the Pittsburgh news to see if Punxsatawney Phil will see his shadow or not.

So, I went out yesterday and bought some stamps.

I was only supposed to buy one book. I went and got two instead. How could I not? Look at the lovely flowers on the right. Look at the yummy Hispanic treats on the left.

I was only going to mail two letters yesterday. But then I remembered the fact that my sister and my niece’s birthdays are this month. So, I sent two more. Then I remembered the fact that my cousin had written to me, so I replied to that one, too. Four letters were written.

This letter writing thing has turned into an addiction. Sure, there are far more dangerous addictions out there, but with stamps now costing $0.50 each, and stationary not being that cheap either…things can get expensive.

I ask myself what I hope to get out of this letter-writing venture. The truth is that as soon as I mail the letter, I am gratified.

Try getting hooked on corresponding, just like I have. I think you’ll like it.


Cyndia Rios-Myers


Other Writings

Good Morning, All!

I hope that wherever you are, that you are all comfortable and feeling well. (I’m thinking about a writer/friend in Minnesota. She’s been cold for a while, now. I’m thinking about my mom in Puerto Rico, who is probably warm, but still without electricity.)

Do you want to know what other kind of writing I love? Letters! I love writing letters to family members and friends. Even more so, I love getting them back.

It is a lost art, I think. E-mails, texts, phone calls, and social media have replaced the purpose – and desire – to do so.

I love writing letters to friends and family. I love picturing them at their mailboxes, eyes glazed over as they review the grocery store circulars, bills, and other non-solicited pieces of mail they might get. I imagine the smile that comes over their faces as they see an envelope with handwritten sender and receiver addresses on it. If they are like me, they wait to get through all of their junk mail before they read their personal mail. (Maybe they are slightly disappointed over the fact that there isn’t any money with their cards, lol.)

There is much joy to be had even in the writing materials selection process. When I go to the post office to buy stamps, I am sure to look at all of their stamp offerings. I buy the ones that are pretty, and not holiday affiliated (I don’t like sending Christmas stamps in March.) I print out address labels (mine). I have a special fountain ink pen I use, and in my preferred ink color (blue). I buy stationary from stationary stores, or from Amazon.

Writing with the best, happiest tools makes the writing a reward in itself, which is a must for me, as I rarely ever get replies. (Except from the awesome Laine, Ilani, Evelyn, and Jessica). But when I do get letters from them, I get so happy!

Here are my writing tools:

Address books matter, too! I write addresses in pencil, as those can change pretty frequently.

So, give writing a letter a shot. Reach out to that person you’ve been meaning to speak to in a while. While they might duck a phone call or take their time to respond to a text, they will welcome your letter.


Cyndia Rios-Myers