Catching Up

I have come to realize that I am resilient, tougher than I could ever imagine and determined to have the life I deserve. That being stated I have not been on my blog because I am, as most of us are, navigating life in this tough economy. We all are doing what we can to catch up. For me, catching up means I am grateful to have found creating activity books as a means for an extra income. I actually created a children’s coloring book, me!

Welcome to the REAL WORLD



Treasures Of a Bronx Warrior is Available for ADVANCE-Sale!!!
Treasures of a Bronx Warrior, Collection I, II, III is available for advance order online at the author’s “spotlight” on Books will be made available on Amazon and other sites March 2018. Thank you all for your patience and support!  See full press release HERE.


…About Life

The color BLUE is not my emotion, it is and always will be my favorite color.

What I learned about life is that I share with people all over the world a profound plethora of pain, a gripping pain with many attributes that has moved all of us to an embrace of sorrow.  But, sorrow will not last as we all of us walk along a path of blessings and hope.

blue-paintWhat I learned about life is that learning only ends when life ends.  Since life will NEVER wait for me  to “catch up”  I must learn quickly and move as life moves, QUICKLY without regrets and fear.

cobblestoneThis post is just a small statement of revelation, we all know how life works.  But if this horrible year has taught me anything it has showed me what to look forward to.  In 2017 I look forward to seeing my projects to a happy fruition, fiction novels, knitting projects and mom’s 1950s photography book.  More important in 2017 I look forward to love, laughter and living my life to the fullest.  

I will return with more frequent posts.  See you next year, cheers! LDS    

Doris Banbury Private Photo collection

A Conversation with L.D. Sargent

Here is an interview I did in a friend’s garden about my up coming fiction novel, GIRL WITH THE UPSIDE DOWN GUITAR.  We shot two different times with different angles, without the regular videographer, so forgive the lighting and such.  I speak a little about myself, a self-taught woman who calls herself a writer after 37 years; my transition from writing quirky comedy plays to fiction novels; the “challenges” of writing; finding my “voice” at a tough time in my life where writing helps me cope; my goals with the new book.  I am silly, I am serious, I am sad, and I give a short tribute at the end to a legend, a woman I admired.  Enjoy the video!


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Well, the ole gal’s book is finally ready for purchase!  Introducing SPOILED BEYOND RECOGNITION, the Unusual Life and Agony of an “Angry” Alpha Male, written by me, L.D. Sargent. Now available on  Also available at 

Spoiled is about a man who dies and returns to life as a cat that is adopted by his drinking friend and neighbor.

“Spoiled” offers a free LK crochet pattern at the end of the book.  And for the first few folks who purchase a book there will be a gift give-a-way.  Get your copy of Spoiled Beyond Recognition and give rave reviews TODAY!!!  And thanks to all of you in advance for your support!  Lorrie

Are you SPOILED?!!

Well, I thought I was off WordPress, but not quite yet.  I am on Tumblr, but I am not yet ready to BLOG on the site.  You can follow me here:

I am happy to announce my second book, Spoiled Beyond Recognition, the Unusual Life and Agony of an Angry “Alpha” Male is out!  Not yet on Amazon, I think next week, but you can Google search and probably purchase on (Will add link here soon)

Spoiled story goes like this:

Benjamin, a believer in the afterlife and an ailurophobe after having been bitten by a cat as a boy, was startled by a stray cat at a rooftop retro dance party and fell off.  He woke up inside a cardboard box behind a 1970s-themed Disco bar.  He was later taken in and adopted by his neighbor and friend where he spent the rest of his life as the very thing he detested.  A cat.

Gonna hit the gym to “reload” then gotta prepare the video for the book.


Feeling blessed, accomplished and happy.  Have a great weekend, all!  LDS

A greasy thigh, a quick walk, and I’ll be fine.

Of course I know life is not fair, never has been never will be.   Sh*t happens, natural disasters, which seem to be the new “black” these days, are running rampant along with unemployment, homelessness, so on.

Life is not fair.  I am always coming up slightly short, or just getting by but not getting over.  I spent my life trying to grab hold of a brass ring only to get pushed off the merry-go-round by more aggressive ring grabbers time and time again.

But, my “issues” are not why I state life is unfair, sh*t happens, of course it does.  My whole life is racing before me, as it is with us all, and all I have going for me is to pay my bills month after month and exist, month after month, year after year, natural disaster victims, old people, but this is not why I state life is not fair.  Life is just…well, life.

I am learning that to be happy you have to make of life what YOU can regardless of the circumstance.  This is what I am learning.  I am learning that life does not offer up happiness, you have to find it where you can and hold on tight in order not to fall off the deep edge when life throws you a curve ball.  Actually, what makes me not fall off the deep edge is something  my mother always said, “don’t commit suicide, you’ll only make your enemies happy!”  :c)  Sorry, *snort* but that cracks me up every time.  Point is, I try not to give up and to realize life is life and I have to keep it pushing.  But, at times I get frustrated at life.  Case in point:

I read an article today about some young chick who lost her job, ended up living in a trailer, blogged about it and now she has a book deal.   That gal was homeless, but kept her laptop without electricity and managed to get thousands of readers to view her blog without purchasing blog ads.


How’d that happen?  I am not homeless, not yet, and I had a good life, no drugs, with a normal parent, very little controversy, no sex tapes, I ate regularly, was clothed, bathed and had medical and dental.  Don’t I have a voice?  Why is it no one is interested in what people like me have to say, but rather those with severe issues get all the glory?  I have been trying for years to get my mom’s photography slash table book published by traditional publishers, but to no avail.  What did I do wrong?  Should I have lied about having a hard-knock life with no apartment, toss out my cats and my bed, rape a few puppies, beat my poor mother to a bloody pulp and hold her book between my sagging naked boobs to get attention?!  Hmm?!  I guess life only becomes fair when you have a “gimmick” in place, right?  But, what about those of us with no gimmick?  How in the hell do we get our voices heard?

Everyone deserves to have a voice and to commercialize it in order to make a living in the right way.  But, why is it the lucky people are those who do twists and turns and bend the truth or sleep around or pretend to be homeless, I am not saying that gal pretended.  Years ago both  the Chicago Times and Oprah herself were duped by people who had claimed to be something they weren’t.  Those folks, those liars, got book deals, they made money and they got more than 15 minutes of fame.  I will never forget those stories nor will I have sympathy for those duped folks.  But, what about the message, life is unfair unless you pull the wool over someone’s eyes?

I am not bitter.   I am simply frustrated and so over life right now.  I am not a hustler, I don’t need to lie or fabricate, or do a sex tape to get over, I have talent that I simply want to express truthfully, plain and simple.  Oh well, guess I will have to see what the future brings.  Maybe there is a guardian angel in my horizon that will help see me through this torturous adventure.

Actually, what I will do now is get over being angry and frustrated by having a quick lunch, a piece of leftover Popeye’s chicken, then a quick walk, and then I will get back to work on my mom’s book, by myself, and try to figure out how in the hell I will sell that book, by myself.

What I do know is this, until the time comes when I get something out of all this hard work, whether I do it alone or not or not, I will hold my breath and forge ahead, weary, frustrated, but fairly happy and quite full…of greasy fried chicken!