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A New Adventure

As of eleven o’clock tonight I will be unemployed.  The long term care facility that I have worked at for the last three years has been sold and I have elected not to sign on with the new company. They’ve been less than forthcoming with information and what we have been able to glean just doesn’t sit right. Still, it’s going to be rough emotionally. Goodbyes are never easy and I’m going to miss some of the people, but I won’t miss the stress.

I have applied for a job at a different site with my current employer, but unless I get a call from HR today I will out of a job.

Scary? Yes.  I do have feelers out and some half-promises of a job but the uncertainty is unsettling.

On the other hand, the stress at work has been slowly sapping my energy and every shred of creativity. (I still want to do creative things, but they just haven’t been happening much.)

So, a new adventure awaits.

And what new adventure doesn’t have an element of fear and risk?

I do feel rather like my life is running along without an outline at the moment. Or maybe it’s taken a sharp left away from the outline.  Whichever, I am rushing to get caught up to it and get it back on track. Or maybe I should just pants it for a while and see where it goes.

I do know that at midnight tonight I plan to start writing for Camp NaNoWriMo. I still haven’t changed my goal from 31K for the month, but I might kick it up to 50K.  We’ll see how it goes.

I’m definitely going to be working on the extra scene for Onyx Sun that I have started, and maybe a couple other minor ones.  And then I’ll work on the Elven Bard novel. And I promise to ignore some rather insistent plot bunnies because I don’t want to start anything new until November.

Well, except for a new job. I would like to have one of those before then.

 

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Wednesday Words #131 (6/28/2017)

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 prison
a bag of garbage
a ring

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

 

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Maybe I Should…

I think I should just give up on ever being fully organized.

The other day while digging through a drawer of craft stuff I found a small bunch of index cards.

Hm, I thought. What’s this?  So I glanced through them and wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry. They were ideas for novels. Some I already had on index cards and some were ones I’d forgotten. Some are probably better left forgotten, but all have been merged into the index card project.

(I never did find the blank white cards and envelopes for making your own cards that I was originally looking for. I know I have some. Somewhere.)

I really need to get everything into a central location. Or locations. Writing stuff in one, paper crafts in another, counted cross stitch in another, crochet in another, miscellaneous other crafts in another…. As it is now it seems that every time I think I have everything rounded up I find more stuff that I had forgotten about lurking somewhere else.

Maybe next month… I should have more time and less stress next month.

Of courses, next month is also Camp NaNoWriMo, but I’m coming up with a plan…

I still don’t know what I’m working on for sure (probably Onyx Sun and the Elven Bard novel) but I’m thinking that I’ll write 500 words, then go do some decluttering or organizing or cleaning or something for 15 to 30 minutes, then write another 500 words.  My goal is currently set to only 31k but if that method pans out well for me I might up it to my traditional 50k.

So maybe July will be the month I finally start getting back on track with writing and clearing clutter and even doing other crafts.

Because I’m just too stubborn to give up.

 

 

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Sunday Snippet June 25, 2017

 

More from Song and Sword, the first novel I published, since I’m working on a sequel and need the motivation.  This follows immediately after last week’s snippet.

The unicorn swung his head, resting his horn against his rider’s temple, but Dakkas could not sort out the sensations he was receiving.  Something was wrong, out of place. But there did not seem to be any immediate threat to either of them.  Probably just picking up on the fact that there are others out and about, Dakkas thought, and swung lightly into the saddle, turning him to follow the hunting party.  He would shadow them for a while, see where they went and what they hunted. And maybe hear what they said.   

Rebel moved with the silence that only a unicorn could achieve, and soon Dakkas was within earshot of the hunting party.  He suppressed a chuckle:  young men were young men, no matter what race they were – the conversation had turned to women, and they were discussing the merits of each of the tribe’s maidens.  Listening to them he learned which were the best cooks, which the best at tanning hides, braiding, beading, sewing… and he felt an unexpected surge of jealousy when they all agreed that Kashrya was by far the prettiest.

“But she’s so… different,” one said.

“Agreed,” another replied. “She’s always been an outsider and always will be.”

“It’s not her fault,” another said. “She was fathered and raised by the shaman – that has to have made her a bit strange.”

“And her mother was never quite right, either,” another chimed in.  “Said she was an Elf but came out of the Drow territories.”

 

Song and Sword cover

Blurb:
Pashevel: a simple Elven Bard — and the Crown Prince

Marlia: a Paladin of Arithen, the Elven God of Justice – seeking vengeance for the destruction of her village

Dakkas: heir to the Drow throne — if his father and elder half-brother don’t kill him first

Kashrya: raised among a tribe of nomadic Humans, she is unaware of her true heritage — or of the prophecy that made her mother an outcast

Their goal: build a bridge between the Elves and their outcast brethren, the Drow, reuniting them and undoing the damage caused in a time so far gone that history has become legend and legend has become myth.

But first, they have a problem to solve:  how do you stop a war that hasn’t started?

Available for Kindle at Amazon

and at Smashwords for everything else

 

Find more great reading
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Rainbow Snippet for 6-24-2017

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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.

Picking up from last week’ snippet of Onyx Sun.

And yet she could not quite lose herself in them; she was too hurt, and too mistrustful, and she pulled away.

 

“I can’t, Luz.”

“But, why? I – I thought that’s what you wanted, why you were looking for me?”

“I thought so, too, but…”  Taliya shook her head.  “I can’t.”

“You’re sleeping with that…” Luzita caught herself. “With that… alien.”

“Ni-es name is Ayess and ni is an Araxian and no, we are not lovers.  I haven’t been with anyone since you.”

“Then…”

Taliya shook her head.  “I can’t just do it because it feels good, Luz.  It has to be because I love the person I’m with, and trust them.   And right now, I can’t.  That trust and that love – they’ve been lost.  I don’t trust you.  I don’t feel that I know you anymore.  You believed what Maureena said, believed her lies more than you believed in me, in us.  And that hurts.”

 

Ayess’ race does not have words for he/she/his/hers, etc, because they are (for lack of a better term) hermaphroditic. Their pronouns to refer to other members of their race are “ni” (for he/she/him/her), “ni-es” (his/hers), “ni-en” (they/them) and “ni-en-es” for theirs.

 

 

 

 

 

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Still Trying

Anyone and everyone who knows me knows a few things about me:

I love lists.
I love “things to put things in.” (My tote bag collection is not up for discussion.)
I am totally addicted to office supply things. (I can’t wait for “Back to School” sales to start.)
I am an expert avoider of housework.
I will, someday, find the perfect way to organize everything.
(And by “everything” I mean craft stuff. And that includes writing stuff, especially plot bunnies.)

Followers of this blog have been subjected to bouts of enthusiasm about a variety of organizational methods:

A photo album that is just about perfect for holding index cards
3×5 index cards divided by genre and by status (how far along they are)
a bullet journal devoted just to writing
a traveler’s notebook devoted just to writing

And probably a few others.

The latest brilliant idea involves page protectors.

The idea is to put labels on them with the project name, put them in a three ring binder in alphabetical order, and drop notes into the sheet protector as I get ideas. I think that might work for the stuff that’s not well developed yet, and for stuff that’s sort of on the back burner.

(Like Hedge House, for instance, because I got a great idea for a scene to put in it and since it’s not being actively worked on at the moment I would love to have a place to put it for safe keeping.)

The sheet protector idea actually started as a way to organize stuff for paper crafts. I thought that they might be a good way to organize stickers. Or at least store them and keep them all in one place.

Now if I can just find my sheet protectors.

And white sticky labels.

 

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Wednesday Words #130 (6/21/2017)

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 wren
a bowl
a wreath

 

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

 

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Families II

 

Way back at the end of March I wrote a blog post on Families.   It’s about the kind you (well, your characters) are born into and how they shape you/your characters.  And I said that my next post would be about the kind of family that you find or create. That didn’t happen because the next post was for Camp NaNoWriMo and for some reason the topic got pushed aside. But seeing as yesterday was Father’s Day I’ve been thinking about families again so here it is, at long last.

I think that most people have someone (or multiple someones) that they consider to be family, even if not related by blood. For instance, my roommate is my best friend and the sister I never had. (And the person I’m most likely to murder, which I’ve been told is the actual definition of a sister.)  My mother even says she has two daughters: one genetic and one generic.

(I also have someone that I think of as a daughter.)

In the Academy of the Accord series, it is noted that families you “find” are often better than those you are born into. It’s also noted that the school feels like a family, mostly because the leaders have formed their own sort of family unit.  Marsden, the Commander of the Garrison, is the father Kordelm never had and the one Wellhym wishes he’d had.  Vinadi, the school’s Headmaster, is viewed in much the same light by Torlew and (especially) Yhonshel, and as a surrogate father by Caristen. (Kordelm and Wellhym are warriors; Vinadi, Torlew and Caristen are wizards, and Yhonshel is both.)

When the “second generation” starts, they all think of Senzu as a daughter. (Her race doesn’t have families as we think of them so she doesn’t think of them as fathers.)

When Draethlen joins the group, he thinks of Marsden as a father. (He doesn’t remember his own family.)  Kordelm and Wellhym think of him as a little brother, and as the other cadets join their family group they (along with Torlew and Caristen) think of all of them as “the boys” – the same way that Vinadi and Marsden think of them.

(Kordelm and Wellhym do, however, refrain from thinking of Marsden as the boy’s grandfather, mostly out of a sense of self-preservation of their pride; both are relatively certain Marsden could probably still “dust the pit” with them in a spar.)

The family that the characters form is unbreakable, unlike the ones some of them were born into.  They share a common bond, not of blood, but of Honor.

In other not-yet-published (or even completed) novels, I also have families that were found, not born. In Book Two of the Other Mages trilogy, Katheri is confused when a visitor helps with the dishes, thinking that it isn’t right for a guest to be put to work like that. Trebor and D’Laron explain to her that Luthen isn’t a guest, he’s family.

Doing the dishes becomes sort of an inside joke then, and when they later send Katheri to the kitchen to do the dishes (so they can talk about things she’s not ready to be involved in yet) she sees it not as being dismissed, but as being accepted.

And after all, isn’t that what family is?  People who accept you as you?

 

 

 

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Sunday Snippet June 18, 2017

 

More from Song and Sword, the first novel I published, since I’m working on a sequel and need the motivation.  This follows immediately after last week’s snippet.

Other voices – male – caught his attention and he turned.  A group of young men were setting out on a hunt, their spears resting on their shoulders, and he smiled, silently leaping from his perch in an old oak and giving a whispered whistle. 

A moment later his mount appeared, his dark red coat appearing brown in the forest shadows, his horn gleaming black in the filtered light.  For a moment he leaned against the unicorn, the only true friend he’d ever had, the only thing that could never be taken from him. “What do you think, Rebel? Should we join the hunt?”

Rebel tossed his head, striking at the ground with one hoof. He seemed uneasy, and Dakkas frowned. “What is it, Reb?”  For a moment fear gripped him.  Perhaps Jehadi or their father had come after him – his death would be easier to explain if it happened outside of Raes’drao-V’len, the Drow Kingdom.  No. If it was a threat to him Rebel would be taking him away by now, not standing here, waiting. 

Song and Sword cover

Blurb:
Pashevel: a simple Elven Bard — and the Crown Prince

Marlia: a Paladin of Arithen, the Elven God of Justice – seeking vengeance for the destruction of her village

Dakkas: heir to the Drow throne — if his father and elder half-brother don’t kill him first

Kashrya: raised among a tribe of nomadic Humans, she is unaware of her true heritage — or of the prophecy that made her mother an outcast

Their goal: build a bridge between the Elves and their outcast brethren, the Drow, reuniting them and undoing the damage caused in a time so far gone that history has become legend and legend has become myth.

But first, they have a problem to solve:  how do you stop a war that hasn’t started?

Available for Kindle at Amazon

and at Smashwords for everything else

 

Find more great reading
at the Sunday Snippet group.

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Rainbow Snippet for 6-17-2017

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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.

Picking up from last week’ snippet of Onyx Sun.

Taliya sighed. “It’s been a long day – for both of us.  I’m going to bed.”

 

“No,” Luzita pleaded softly.  She stepped closer to Taliya and wrapped her arms around her, and a moment later Taliya was lost in the feel of her lips, soft and gentle, then almost fierce with a growing hunger.

Luzita’s arms and lips – the things she had missed the most, the only things she had been looking forward to when she was heading home from Roseeba Seven – the only things that had drawn her home at all…

And yet she could not quite lose herself in them; she was too hurt, and too mistrustful, and she pulled away.

 

 

 

 

 

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