The Blizzard that Isn’t

Brrrrr!!!!!!!!

We missed the blizzard that they were calling for here in Western Pennsylvania (originally up to 18 inches predicted) but we definitely got the cold air. Low teens yesterday and today, zero or below at night, and let’s not talk about the windchill.

This afternoon I went out and cleared a couple inches of snow off my car so I wouldn’t have to do it before work tomorrow. (I’m working an agency assignment as a school nurse so there wasn’t any school today.) I made a half-hearted attempt to clear the ice off my windshield but I think it’s become part of the glass. I’ll let the defroster deal with it in the morning.

All four car doors were frozen shut.  (I didn’t try the hatch.) I managed to get all but one (rear door on the driver’s side) open.

Then I came inside and found messages from my agency that I was canceled for tomorrow. (I don’t know why._

But enough about the weather.

Where have I been all month?

Well, on the fifth I got hit with a really bad cold that turned me into a zombie for a week. (I dragged myself into work on the sixth but barely made it through the day and ended up missing Tuesday and Wednesday that week because I just couldn’t function.)

So that was my first week. I have no idea what happened last week as to why I didn’t write a post but I’m hopefully back on track now.

Anyhow… writing stuff.

I got behind on my one hundred words a day while I was sick but got caught up. (That’s the beauty of only committing to one hundred words a day. Missing a couple of days doesn’t throw you into a pit that you feel like you’ll never crawl out of.)

I’ve also finished going over what I had printed of Hedge House so I have at least some editing done. Now if I can just quit working on the steampunk thing and get back to work finishing it.

Anyhow, that’s my current life in a nutshell, which is probably where it belongs.

 

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Sunday Snippet, January 20, 2019

More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy which will hopefully be released this year. This picks up from last week’s snippet.

“Thank you,” she said. “For the chain.” She fastened it around her neck and turned as the door chimed, stiffening as she saw who was in the doorway.

“Good afternoon, ladies. I thought I saw you come in here, Cara. Checking out the books on your grandmother’s business?”

“Getting to know the woman who runs it,” Cara replied, her voice cold and clipped.   

Jonas Blackthorn started to walk through the door but faltered and stayed on the threshold. “I’m sorry,” he said. “That didn’t come out the way I’d intended. And I really just came to ask if you’d like to go for a coffee. I was hoping you’d had time to think about my offer and we could discuss it.”

“There is nothing to discuss. I haven’t made any decisions. And I’m afraid that I won’t have time for a get together. There is still a lot to do and I have an appointment with Henry Rupert later this afternoon

“Oh, well, another time then, perhaps.” He bowed and took a step backward before turning and leaving.

Cara shuddered as the door closed behind him. “I feel like I need a shower,” she muttered.

 

 

Tentative Blurb:

When Cara Hawthorne returns to the childhood home she had been torn away from twenty years earlier, she thinks it will be to do nothing more than settle her grandmother’s estate and return to her job as a junior lawyer at a prestigious law firm in Tulsa.

But every nook and cranny of the house and gardens unearths long-buried memories, and when the town’s mayor sets his sights on her and the property she finds herself caught up in a centuries old battle with powers she has only barely begun to understand

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 1-19-2019

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Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, bloggers, and readers to gather once a week and share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).   Check out all the other awesome snippets by clicking on the picture above.

Still posting from one of the books of the Academy of the Accord series, showcasing two of my favorite characters. (Okay, yes, they’re all my favorites, but Yhon and Bry – especially Bry – hold a special place all their own.) I was going to skip ahead and show you an older Brythel, so you could see the changes in him, but decided to finish this bit instead, so I’ll get to that next month.

For those joining late:

Yhonshel is a Tuanae, both wizard and warder. He is a captain, one of the three seconds in command at the garrison of the academy, and he is also a Master wizard and one of the three deputy headmasters at the academy. He’s quiet and gentle and soft-spoken but I don’t recommend ever making him truly angry.

Brythel is one of the cadets. He is timid and nervous and very unsure of himself. (One of the reasons I love Bry is that he probably grew and changed more than any other character I’ve ever written.)

The students were introduced to Yhonshel on their tour of the castle and he invited any of them who were interested in music to come find him during free time. Bry has taken him up on his offer.

Picking up from last week’s snippet:

 

Gradually he became aware of another instrument playing with him and he opened his eyes:  Yhonshel’s fingers were floating effortlessly over the strings of his own lute and Brythel smiled, relaxed and at ease for the first time that he could remember.

“You taught yourself?” Yhonshel asked as the song ended.

“Yes, sir.” Brythel felt tense again, a sick feeling gnawing at his stomach as he waited for the words that he feared – and that he expected – words telling him that he was not good enough, that he should never have wasted the Tuanae’s time.

“You have a good ear,” Yhonshel said softly, and Brythel looked up at him, startled. “What were you thinking, before I said that?” Yhonshel asked.

Brythel looked down. “That you were going to send me away, tell me that I wasn’t good enough and…” He stopped at the feel of a warm hand on his shoulder and hesitantly raised his eyes.

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #212 (1/16/2019)

Welcome to Wednesday Words!  Every Wednesday I will post some sort of prompt for a flash fiction piece.  The prompt will go live just after midnight Eastern time.

The prompt might be a picture, or it might be a list of things to include in a story, or maybe a phrase or a question or something from a “news of the weird” type thing, or a… who knows?

After that, it’s up to you.  But if you do use the prompt to write a bit of flash fiction (say, 500 words or so) I’d love to see what you came up with, so comment below with a link to where it is on your blog (or on WattPad or wherever).

(And a pingback to the post here where you found the prompt would be appreciated but isn’t necessary.)

Oh, and this isn’t a contest or anything.  It’s just a (hopefully) fun thing for all concerned.

And, hey, if it inspires more than 500 or so words, run with it!

This week’s prompt:

a caretaker
a dirigible
an ocean

And, as always, I’d love to see what you come up with!

 

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Sunday Snippet, January 13, 2019

More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy, almost finished first draft that I’m hoping to release before the end of the year. This snippet picks up from last week’s.

“What happened after the two of you left for Tulsa?”

Cara shook her head. “We still weren’t close. She’d never gotten to know me, had no idea what I liked, tried to force me into the mold of her ideal daughter. We’re still not close. She’s still part of that church and I’m… not.”

Cara busied herself threading the chain through the wire loop on the pendant. Why was she telling Tamira all of this? She had just met her and wasn’t entirely sure the woman liked her or approved of her. Not that she needed anyone’s approval… Craved it, maybe, but didn’t need it.

“Thank you,” she said. “For the chain.” She fastened it around her neck and turned as the door chimed, stiffening as she saw who was in the doorway.

 

Tentative Blurb:

When Cara Hawthorne returns to the childhood home she had been torn away from twenty years earlier, she thinks it will be to do nothing more than settle her grandmother’s estate and return to her job as a junior lawyer at a prestigious law firm in Tulsa.

But every nook and cranny of the house and gardens unearths long-buried memories, and when the town’s mayor sets his sights on her and the property she finds herself caught up in a centuries old battle with powers she has only barely begun to understand

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 1-12-2019

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Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, bloggers, and readers to gather once a week and share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).   Check out all the other awesome snippets by clicking on the picture above.

Still posting from one of the books of the Academy of the Accord series, showcasing two of my favorite characters. (Okay, yes, they’re all my favorites, but Yhon and Bry – especially Bry – hold a special place all their own.) I was going to skip ahead and show you an older Brythel, so you could see the changes in him, but decided to finish this bit instead, so I’ll get to that next month.

For those joining late:

Yhonshel is a Tuanae, both wizard and warder. He is a captain, one of the three seconds in command at the garrison of the academy, and he is also a Master wizard and one of the three deputy headmasters at the academy. He’s quiet and gentle and soft-spoken but I don’t recommend ever making him truly angry.

Brythel is one of the cadets. He is timid and nervous and very unsure of himself. (One of the reasons I love Bry is that he probably grew and changed more than any other character I’ve ever written.)

The students were introduced to Yhonshel on their tour of the castle and he invited any of them who were interested in music to come find him during free time. Bry has taken him up on his offer.

Picking up from last week’s snippet:

Hesitantly he began to play, Yhonshel watching him with a gentle intensity.

“Relax,” he said softly. “Pretend I’m not here.”

Brythel wanted to protest that he couldn’t do that, that it was Yhonshel’s presence that he wanted almost as much as he wanted music, but he swallowed the words and nodded.

“Close your eyes,” Yhonshel said. “You are safe here. There is nothing to fear.  Just close your eyes and breathe deep and easy and imagine that you are in the safest place you can think of.” He smiled as he saw the boy relax in response to the sound of his voice. “You are safe,” he murmured. “Now, play.”

Brythel began playing, hesitantly at first, then with growing confidence as the music began to weave its magic.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #211 (1/9/2019)

Welcome to Wednesday Words!  Every Wednesday I will post some sort of prompt for a flash fiction piece.  The prompt will go live just after midnight Eastern time.

The prompt might be a picture, or it might be a list of things to include in a story, or maybe a phrase or a question or something from a “news of the weird” type thing, or a… who knows?

After that, it’s up to you.  But if you do use the prompt to write a bit of flash fiction (say, 500 words or so) I’d love to see what you came up with, so comment below with a link to where it is on your blog (or on WattPad or wherever).

(And a pingback to the post here where you found the prompt would be appreciated but isn’t necessary.)

Oh, and this isn’t a contest or anything.  It’s just a (hopefully) fun thing for all concerned.

And, hey, if it inspires more than 500 or so words, run with it!

This week’s prompt:

a cat
a whisper
a single snowflake

And, as always, I’d love to see what you come up with!

 

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Sunday Snippet, January 6, 2019

More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy, almost finished first draft.  (One of my writing goals for this year is to get it finished, beta read, revised, and published.)

This picks up from last week’s snippet.

Tamira turned, a silver chain in her hand. 

“Belle wanted to make sure you had this,” she said, handing it to her. “But only if you found the pendant that belonged with it.” She nodded toward the stone in Cara’s hand.

“My father made this,” Cara said, frowning.

“I know. He mined the crystal, charged it with its purpose, wrapped it with wire, and gave it to you. When your mother took you away, Belle was afraid she’d find it and throw it away.”

Cara shook her head. “I hid it in the garden. I was afraid she’d do the same thing.”

“You didn’t trust your mother, did you?”

Cara hesitated. “She was never… We were never close. I spent most of my time with my father or grandmother or Jacob. She never seemed to care much. And when my father died…” She frowned. “I don’t remember much of what went on, but I know she was… angry.” Her frown deepened as she found herself struggling with a wide range of emotions she couldn’t quite identify as memories came back to her. “I remember… I remember her yelling a lot, saying that she hated him, like she blamed him for dying, like it was his fault that he died.”

 

Tentative Blurb:

When Cara Hawthorne returns to the childhood home she had been torn away from twenty years earlier, she thinks it will be to do nothing more than settle her grandmother’s estate and return to her job as a junior lawyer at a prestigious law firm in Tulsa.

But every nook and cranny of the house and gardens unearths long-buried memories, and when the town’s mayor sets his sights on her and the property she finds herself caught up in a centuries old battle with powers she has only barely begun to understand

 

Find more great reading
at the Sunday Snippet group.

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Rainbow Snippet for 1-5-2019

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Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, bloggers, and readers to gather once a week and share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).   Check out all the other awesome snippets by clicking on the picture above.

Still posting from one of the books of the Academy of the Accord series, showcasing two of my favorite characters. (Okay, yes, they’re all my favorites, but Yhon and Bry – especially Bry – hold a special place all their own.) I was going to skip ahead and show you an older Brythel, so you could see the changes in him, but decided to finish this bit instead, so I’ll get to that next month.

For those joining late:

Yhonshel is a Tuanae, both wizard and warder. He is a captain, one of the three seconds in command at the garrison of the academy, and he is also a Master wizard and one of the three deputy headmasters at the academy. He’s quiet and gentle and soft-spoken but I don’t recommend ever making him truly angry.

Brythel is one of the cadets. He is timid and nervous and very unsure of himself. (One of the reasons I love Bry is that he probably grew and changed more than any other character I’ve ever written.)

The students were introduced to Yhonshel on their tour of the castle and he invited any of them who were interested in music to come find him during free time. Bry has taken him up on his offer.

Picking up from last week’s snippet:

“Is that magic?” Brythel asked. “What you did with the chairs and the lute?”

“It is indeed,” Yhonshel smiled. “Levitation spells.”

Brythel nodded, his mind whirling.

“What are you thinking?” Yhonshel asked gently.

Brythel flushed. “I just… I never thought magic was useful.”

Yhonshel’s laugh was warm.  “I always forget what it was like, not knowing about magic.” He smiled and stroked the strings of his lute and Brythel flushed again, fumbling his instrument out of its wrappings.

“Bryth? What are you afraid of?”

He looked up and the warmth and caring in the murky grey-green eyes made his throat close up for a moment. “Nothing,” he said defensively, then his shoulders slumped. “Everything,” he said, his voice full of misery. “I – I’m not supposed to have this,” he said, touching his lute. “It… My stepfather, he…He doesn’t approve of music and he… he burned everything he could find of my father’s but I hid this and some papers… music. My mother said once that they were music but I didn’t understand – I don’t understand.”

“You will,” Yhonshel assured him with a soft smile. “You’ll learn to read music and…”

“And what?” Brythel asked, then flinched away, flushing at his boldness in asking, fully expecting to be hit for the question.

“And so much more than you can even begin to grasp,” Yhonshel replied. He held the boy’s gaze for a long moment. “You are very special, Bryth. Never forget that.”

“Y-yes, sir.”

Yhonshel smiled and touched the back of his neck lightly, his smile deepening as the boy relaxed at his touch. “Play for me.”

 

 

 

 

 

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So Far, So Good, More or Less

Yes, I know it’s only the fourth day of the month (and year) but so far I have managed to write a hundred words every day.

These words have not, unfortunately, been added to Hedge House, mostly because I’m highly annoyed that a piece of a scene that I’m positive that I wrote is not in the main document or anywhere else.

I have worked on Hedge House, though. I have a print out of what’s written so far and am doing some editing and note making.

I haven’t touched anything else yet, other than a new idea that I’m working on. I’ve never written steampunk before, and this is also first person point of view with the point of view character being a man, so it’s an interesting experiment.

I like this writing a novel one hundred words at a time thing, though. It doesn’t take long and it’s kind of fun. Now if I could just get started on doing it to Hedge House

Why 100 words a day?

Because it’s doable and it’s still progress, even though it’s slow progress.

I actually started a Face Book group for people who are struggling with getting things written. It’s called 100 Words  and the following is from the description.

One hundred words. That’s all. Just one hundred words. Anyone can write one hundred words, right? Of course you can! And that’s the point.

This group is designed for writers who are struggling. We’ve all been there. (Some of us still are there.)

You want to write. You have ideas. Maybe you have works in progress. But it all seems too overwhelming to even get started.

Maybe you think you don’t have time. But come on. One hundred words. You have time for that.

Maybe you’re seeing your writing friends churning out two or three thousand words in one day and feel discouraged by your lack of progress. (We’ve all had those kinds of days too!)

One hundred words a day may not seem like much, but it’s better than zero words a day, and such a small goal may be exactly what you need to get yourself moving toward a two to three thousand words day.

So there you have it – my reasoning for writing at least one hundred words a day. I can easily do that even around work and home and dogs. And I once I hit one hundred words I can quit or keep going, whichever time and energy allows.

And so far it’s paying off – I’ll have over 3100 words written by the end of the month, maybe more if I get on a good streak on weekends.

Speaking of weekends, I hope everyone enjoys theirs!

 

 

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