Monday, March 30, 2015

Are You Out There?

I ignore my blog as much as I do my writing anymore.  Shame upon shame.

Now in a house.  So nice to have a place to ourselves and know we have a spot to park our cars when we come home.  Lawn wars is so on.  The lawn is winning.  I'm cheating.  Mow and trim the front yard and keep the gate closed so no one can she the jungle out back.  I know I can't do that forever, but it's holding for the moment.

Camp NaNoWriMo  is coming up.  April.  I'm completely unprepared, but that seems to work best for me in the writing department.  And Camp NaNo is easier on the 'rules'.  So I'm gonna see if I can't make myself finish A&F and get it out.  I have been informed there is a book club waiting for the final book.  They made it clear that it needs to be released SOON.  Yes, Ladies, this is going to happen.  Thank you for your patience and for not hunting me down and flogging me.

Also working as a wedding planner.  That is going well.  Lots of fun stuff and plenty of, "I'm an adult and will not kick this person in the shin."  It's amazing how businesses conduct business.  #willnotrant  #willnotnamenames

And the hedgehog rescue!  The first hedgie I took in was named Spike.  He came from Arlington, Texas.  Thus, I called him Spike Arlington.  (tada!)  He had a few issues.  Mainly dietary and dietary related problems.  Changed him to hedgehog chow and freeze dried bugs and he was loads better.  Still a little on the hefty side for his age, but he was doing great.  And so he was adopted out last week.  I miss hearing his exercise wheel running all hours of the night, but I'm hoping he's adapting to his new home.  The young man who took him in already has a collection of hedgies, so I trust him to make sure Spike stays in good shape.

The second rescue brought in is going to take longer.  We named him Bill.  He came from Austin, so you have Bill Austin.  He's not a happy guy.  He's on an RX and a regular diet, so he's slowly coming around.  Warning, he does bite.  He isn't nice.  But if I were treated and dumped in the condition in which he was, I think I'd bite too.  We give him his space.  He's not growling as much lately.  His quills are beginning to grow back.  These two facts alone make me feel much better for him.  I was afraid the vet was going to recommend putting him down.  But he did warn that Bill's condition would get worse before it gets better, so maybe we're past the worst of it.

The sugar glider is sitting next to me watching me type.  I've yet to name her.  She is an incredibly interesting creature.  She's clever and has a very good memory.  I'm hoping as long as I keep up the steady supply of fresh apples, we will continue to get along.

Anywho, back to the realm of writing.  In all honesty, A&F is being forced.  Oneiros and Tarny have been on my mind.  Science Fiction and Fantasy will be the main stage I'll be writing from.  I can't explain it, but they are easier to stick with.  Ahh, and Bertie Wells steals my attention here and there.  That one is growing.  It was looking to be another short story, but I think I'm overfeeding it.  I just hope it's not in a bad way.  Growing stories are always a trip.

Saturday, February 14, 2015

New Grounds

I've talked myself into writing a new post today ... how many days since my last post.   Even still, it isn't coming along very quickly.  Just watched the sun come up.  Now I have two kitties oh so patiently waiting for their morning feast.  Breakfast sounds good right now.  Cookie the Hate Bird is chirping her wake up song.  I don't think she's really awake.  It's a slow, broken song.  So it's quiet here.  If all goes as planned, this will be the last morning in for us in the apartment.  Most everything is already moved into the house ... maybe two miles up the road.  Colt stayed the night there.  He's become more excited about moving into the house than I have.  It's the moving part that gets me.

Colt started a new job at the beginning of this week.  We'll be in a new home by the end of it.  That's lots of change.  Hoping to keep it a good change.  Oh, and I've taken on the role of a wedding planner.  The big day is in December, so this will probably keep me busy for awhile.  A good busy.  So I need to get my desk area set up for editing, writing, letter writing, sewing, and wedding planning.  Yes, it's a big desk.

We'll see how many trips it will take to get the rest of this stuff shuttled over to the house.  There wasn't a real rush to move in.  The lease on the apartment has a little more time on it.  We're required to leave it in a perfect state (which has become a bit of a joke), so I'll have several days to dedicate to the supreme cleaning of our dwelling of one year.  It won't take much.  I think it's more about me being a stickler.  Oh, but I will miss the pecan grove.

So I'll go find some breakfast in a box, then pack up the hatchback Volvo with as many boxes as possible, and see how much stuff I can get moved on my own before our help shows up after lunch.  That little car holds more than I thought it would.  As does Dillon's Mini.  Yes, the truck would have probably had it finished by now, but I'm kind of proud of how much we have accomplished with two door, hatchback coupes.

Friday, November 21, 2014

Drawing Board

As all of you know, I have too many books waiting to be finished.  Always & Forever ... I will make no excuses.  Oneiros ... I'm pushing A&F.  Lots of other scribbles along the way.  The one story I've been working on for more than a decade is Shattered Remnants.  Book I - The Veiled Heiress has seen many, many rewrites. 

They've struck again.

There were a few elements within the Shattered Remnants series that had me uneasy.  While it is a story that my mind and imagination and weirdness has conjured up, I've not been happy with it as a whole.  It's been about two weeks that I finally stepped back and gave it an ultimatum.  Either leave me alone and I delete everything that has to do with the series, or evolve into a story that doesn't pretty-up things I don't stand for.  The quitting won for a while.  I cried over it.  Lost sleep.  Hated everything.  But why?  It's stupid to be like that.  It's just a story ... and it's only in my head.  It's not out there for others to miss if I threw it away.

Recently, it has began to reform.  It's hard to say if it's still the same story.  The characters are there.  The conflict is there.  The love and the fear is there.  The dangers and threats still exist.  But it has a different feel to it.  I'm undecided. 

I want to see this story, above all my other stories, come to life.  I want this one in print.  I want it on shelves.  I want it to have loyal fans.  It's my baby.  I want to see it through.

So there you have it.  I'm at another fork in the road.  It's beyond clear that I need to wrap up A&F and Oneiros.  They're done in my head.  Why can't I get them to transfer to the file?  Ugh.

... still trying.

Sunday, September 21, 2014

Calming Beach is Live

Calming Beach is a short story that takes place between Where to Belong and Always & Forever.  It is told from Skyler's point of view.  I'm releasing it as an ebook only.  And it's free.  That's always a plus.

It has been nearly a year since Madison and Skyler married and relocated to the Turks and Caicos Islands.  Here, they are settling into a new life of their own.  Seemingly worlds away from Chicago and Morgan and all his goons, perhaps it is time for them to find happiness.  Yet, for two run-a-way miscreants, what kind of happiness can they expect?

Monday, September 8, 2014

*timid wave*

And it's September.  Time is funny like that.  I'm not sure where I left off last time. 

Getting used to the apartment life has gone differently than I thought.  I know I gripe and complain about it, but I think I like it overall.  But I will mention one gripe.  Though I love being on the bottom floor with a view of an undeveloped field, I'm not fond of the snakes that have been dropping by.  I've stopped counting them.  Only, I'm a bit more cautious when I open the door.

I've been too lazy with the cello lately.  I didn't sound well before.  I might have gotten worse.  Yet, I still don't want to give it up.  Am I too stubborn there?

August was extra busy.  Lots of traveling.  Lots of friends.  Good times all around.  I joined a volunteer campaign for the month.  It was a blast.  I do believe I need to get back into that line of work.

Writing.  Writing happens.  The only progress I would actually name is with Oneiros.  There's still two big scenes needing to be written out, but I've started revising it from the beginning.  Maybe I'm recovering from that rejection.  It's about time.

With revising Oneiros, I find myself thinking of other writing projects waiting for attention.  It's like I'm starving them to fatten up Oneiros.  Is that wrong?  I used to be able to juggle several stories at once.  Not anymore.

Oh, awkward moment this evening.  I was talking with an officer living in the next building over.  Wasn't much.  Hi. How are you?  I caught myself staring.  I'm sure he got the wrong idea.  Or I creeped him out.  Either way, conversation ended.  He reminded me of someone.  I didn't realize till I was back home, but I think he's very close to what I see my Garland as in Oneiros.  Would it be too weird to ask if I can take a picture of him?

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

From Shattered Remnants Bk II - The Healing Queen

I didn't even try to hide my smile.  My mind cleared
and let me think beyond Regan's condition.  He was my
biggest worry, but I could breath again.  "Good," I said as
I pet his arm.  It still felt cool and damp.
     His eyes eased open and focused on me.  "I can't
believe you think so little of me."
     My guilt returned and froze me in place.  I had nearly
gotten him killed.  How could I ever regain his trust?
Zacairus' hand came to my shoulder as I tried to apologize,
but nothing came out.
     Regan closed his eyes and shook his head once.  "Not a
threat," he mumbled.  "I could have taken them both with or
without my sword."
     I choked on a chuckle and lost out to another smile.
"I know," I said as I took his hand in mine.  "But if they
knew that, they would have turned you into a porcupine."
     His lopsided grin was all I needed.  To have Regan in
good spirits meant he was already feeling better.  I winced
to think he might still be sore at me.  

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Oneiros - WiP - "Trial"

"What do you think you are doing?"  They all jumped at the sound of Garland's voice.  He sneered at the fire, "What is this?"
"This," Warwick spoke up with his head held high, "is a fire.  We use it to keep warm, cook meals, and for light."
The archer narrowed his eyes at the Storyteller.  He looked as if he was about to chastise the older man, but he kept whatever remarks he had to himself.
Glancing from Garland to Warwick, Christina tried to decipher their moods.  She wanted to believe they were only teasing, but she had a nagging feeling that Garland was still sore about the bridge and Warwick was tired of putting up with his dismissive tone.
"Since you have decided to join us once again, could I interest you in some stew?  I know it is not much, but that seems to be all we could manage this evening on our own."
Garland dropped his gaze.  Shame and irritation crossed his face before he hid it in he shadows.  He stalked to where Christina sat and snatched up his bow.  "We should be going."
Vetch groaned.  "But we're still eating!  Do you expect us to eat on the run?  No one can follow us know.  How are they gonna get across that gorge?"
The archer looked to Vetch slow and unsteady.  He tilted his head as if straining to see him.  "You may continue as you wish, young one.  Chris and I are moving on.  We have more ground to cover."
A low grumble came from Warwick.  "So you have decided to go on without us.  Are we slowing you down that much, boy?"
Garland didn't acknowledge him.  Christina, wide eyed, held her place.  Something was off.  This was not his normal demeanor.  Yes, he could be gruff, but this too bitter even for the archer.
"That is alright," Warwick answered himself.  "I assumed this would come eventually.  It is just like you to drag us out of our comfortable lives for some harebrained scheme to dash this poor girl across creation only to dump us at the first sign of trouble.  I would expect nothing less from a washed-up knight who cannot even save his own hide."
Slack-jawed, Christina stared at the older man for his embittered telling.  That was nothing close to their situation.  Perhaps Garland knew of an approaching threat.  Maybe if they went on their own, the others would be spared any more difficulties.  She hoped she was right.
Even still, she wanted their little band to stay together.  A cautious glance at the archer only left her wondering.
Garland's sneer darkened.  "I am happy to know I have lived up to your expectations, sir.  I will not bother you any longer."
He looked to Alkanet, "Your company has been dearly appreciated.
Next, he eyed Vetch.  "I know it is your ability to see them to safety.  Farewell."
"But …" Vetch was to his feet, "Wait, Garland!"
The archer had ahold of Christina's arm and was already pulling her to her feet.  She was too stunned to counter him … at first.
She jerked her arm free and gaped at him.  "What is going on, Garland?  What is wrong with you?  Where do you think we are going?"
He drew a deep breath and leaned down, bringing his face close to hers.  She fought back the urge to cough at the rank of alcohol on his breath.  "You want to go home, do you not?  You are my only responsibility.  You.  The others her have simply tagged along for their own interests.  This is not a game.  I have a job to carry out."
"That's not true," Alkanet spoke up.  "Not really.  We all feel responsible for one another.  The only interest we have is concern for each other."  She paused for a moment and stepped closer.  "And you are no longer a Knight, Garland.  This is no longer your job.  We are all here on our own.  No games, no tricks.  Just a group of friends looking to find some happiness."
Everyone softened at Alkanet's declaration.  The timid young woman spoke her mind clearly.  What more was there to say?
The archer didn't meet her eyes as he strained to form audible words.  "The Knights are no more.  That, I am aware of.  But I am responsible for her," he said as he waved his hand in Christina's direction.  "She wants to go home.  She needs to go home.  We are wasting time.  There is not a reason to drag this out any longer.  Let me finish this."
There was no more argument from the three remaining by the fire.  Christina stood quiet, still in shock at the way things developed.  She never imagined they would go separate ways.  She never imagined they would all give up so easily.
"Do what you must," Warwick said with a huff.  "We will not get in your way.  Move along, boy."
The Storyteller looked to Christina.  A sad smile tugged at his lips and added age to his wrinkled face.  "Take care of yourself, Christina.  Do not let anyone push you around, not even him.  We will be seeing you again.  Stay safe."
Garland staggered away shaking his head.  Christina frowned at Alkanet and Vetch, not knowing what to say.  She couldn't stand their disappointment anymore than she could Warwick's.
She hesitated too long.  "Come, Chris.  We have to move on.  Bring nothing with you.  We have all we need."
Turning to follow the archer, Christina felt lost.  In all the times before, she could sense his courage.  This was different.  An air of self-doubt trailed him.  He was not the same archer she had come to trust.  Garland was broken.