Monthly Archives: September 2018

Sunday Snippet, September 30, 2018

More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy, almost finished first draft.  Cara has gone outside to explore the property a bit.

Her grandmother’s house – her house now – sat back from the road. It was completely surrounded by a tall thick untamed hedge of hawthorn trees, planted in an alternating double row. A stone fence snaked between their trunks, filling up the space beneath their branches, and a variety of bramble bushes – raspberry, blackberry, and wild rose – sprawled up and over it.

Cara walked along the edge of the property, feeling safe and protected by the thorny plants that surrounded it. And along with the security came a sense of belonging and she sighed, looking up at the trees as the soft wind rustled their leaves. It sounded as if they were whispering to her and she smiled, shaking off the flight of fancy. 

In one corner stood the largest of the trees, an ancient oak. Looking up, she saw that her tree house was still in its lowest branches. Curious, she clambered up onto the stone wall, mindful of the thorns, and peered onto the low platform. To her surprise, the wood seemed new and sturdy, and carefully she crawled onto it and leaned back against the trunk of the tree, smiling as she looked up through the leaves.

She remembered hours spent here, looking up through the leaves and branches, seeing pictures formed as they moved in the breeze and making up stories to go with the images. 

Focusing her attention on her breathing she let her mind and body relax, letting her eyes become unfocused, letting images come. It had been so much easier as a child…

She saw a woman’s face, familiar but not. It seemed to be smiling in approval, but then the wind shifted and a shadow blocked the sun. When the cloud had passed the face was gone and she shivered, sitting up again.

 

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 9-29-2018

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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 Book Five of the Academy of the Accord (fantasy) series that I have been (and will be) working on for forever.

Continuing from last week.  Caristen and Torlew have been away with Marsden, taking care of the headmaster of the orphanage that Draethlen came from, and have just returned to the school – and woke everyone up. Kordelm, Wellhym, and Draethlen have gone to the castle for a debriefing of the mission.

A few minutes later the three of them entered the castle; light and voices flooded out from the dining hall and they turned toward it.

“Ah, there they are!” Vinadi said.

“Swords sheathed this time, I see,” Caristen said, smiling.

“Can you believe it?” Torlew asked, turning to Marsden, his green eyes twinkling.   “Gone less than a month and we get greeted by three drawn swords when we get back.”

“Three?” Marsden asked, looking at him. “Draethlen drew his blade on you?”

“Yes, and he looked like he knew what he was doing with it, too,” Caristen answered.

“I told you,” Kordelm shrugged, sitting down and helping himself to a piece of buttered bread from Caristen’s plate, “that’s what you get when you wake warriors up out of a sound sleep.”

Draethlen glanced uncertainly up at Wellhym, wondering if he was in trouble for having drawn his sword, and Wellhym put a hand on his back, guiding him into a chair next to Kordelm and sitting down on his other side.

“Well, technically, the only one we woke up was Draethlen,” Torlew pointed out.  “He roused you two.”

“As well he should have,” Kordelm said. “Sneaking into warriors’ barracks. Have you two lost your minds?” He snagged a couple pieces of bacon from Caristen’s plate as well, and Caristen chuckled and slid his plate over to him.

Marsden chuckled, shaking his head. “Ah, well, as long as the boy looked like he knew what he was doing.”

“He responded,” Kordelm said, “exactly as a warrior should.”

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #196 (9/26/2018)

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:

an octopus
a soldier
a memory 

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

 

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Character Book

Yes, I’m back posting again, outside of the blog hops and writing prompt posts.

One of my other addictions is paper crafts – scrapbooking, junk journals, artist trading cards, etc. I can’t say I’m good at any of it, but I enjoy it, and that’s what counts, right?

Right.

So, anyhow…

I mentioned to a friend of mine that I was gluing pictures of people into a composition book.  So of course she asked why.  (I mean, that does seem to be an odd thing for a 57 year old woman to be doing.)

So I explained:

“So they can be characters in stories. I’m going to name them and write back stories for them. Then when I see an open call for submissions I have a good starting point.”

She said that it seemed like a good idea and that I should blog about it, so here I am, blogging about it.

See, what kind of started it all was an open submission call that had a deadline of the 21st. So of course, having known about it for a month or more, I decided on the 10th that I was going to write something for it. (Never mind that I had absolutely no idea what to write, or any characters in mind, either.)

Anyhow, that pretty much fizzled. I didn’t get the minimum word count done and the story line wasn’t working very well. (Well, it was, but I think it needs to be longer than what I could put together in time for the deadline, so now it’s on one of my bazillion back burners.)

I’m hoping that the next time I see a call that intrigues me I can leaf through my book and take a look at some ready-made characters with back stories that I can exploit use to create plot and conflict and all that other good stuff.

Meanwhile, it’s a great writing exercise.

 

 

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Sunday Snippet, September 23, 2018

Picking up from last week in Hedge House.   

“All my life all I heard her say about my grandmother was that she was crazy, and a witch, and should be locked away where she couldn’t hurt anyone.”

 “Do you believe any of that?”

“No.” Her voice was barely a whisper. “It used to really hurt when she would say things like that. She said them about my father, too, that he was crazy and weird and not all there. I didn’t believe that, either. When I got older and she would start on that I’d ask why she’d married him then and that usually made her shut up. At least, it did until she got involved in some kind of crazy cult – she said it was a church – and then her answer to everything was that she had fallen victim to the workings of the devil.”  

“You sound like you don’t believe that, either.”

“I don’t.” She shook her head. “Thinking about it, I’m pretty sure if anyone’s crazy in my family, it’s my mother.”

 

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 9-22-2018

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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 Book Five of the Academy of the Accord (fantasy) series that I have been (and will be) working on for forever.

Continuing from last week.  Caristen and Torlew have been away with Marsden, taking care of the headmaster of the orphanage that Draethlen came from, and have just returned to the school – and woke everyone up.

The wizards left and Wellhym smiled at Draethlen. “Well, go on, get dressed.”

“A—are you sure it’s all right? They don’t want me there.”

“But we do,” Kordelm said.

“The only reason they don’t want you there,” Wellhym said gently, “is because they don’t want to upset you. They are afraid that what is said might be difficult for you to hear, but they don’t know you as well as we do, they have no idea of your strength.”

“Besides,” Kordelm grinned. “If you don’t come along you’re just going to stay up until we get back and then make us stay up half the rest of the night telling you everything that was said.” He ruffled Draethlen’s hair. “Now get dressed or we’ll do it for you.”

Draethlen grinned. “Yes, sir!”

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #195 (9/19/2018)

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:

It’s better to ask forgiveness than permission.

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

 

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Sunday Snippet, September 16, 2018

Picking up from last week’s snippet of Hedge House. I’m still chugging away at the first draft, sometimes just a hundred words at a time, but I’m chugging.

 

“What did happen?” Cara asked. “I don’t remember much and my mother never talked about it, except to tell me that my grandmother was crazy and it was better that we were away from her.”

“What do you remember?”

Cara slowly chewed a bite of bagel, trying to summon some sort of coherent memories, but at last she shook her head. “I remember that my father died,” she said, “and then we left here. I remember my mother being…” She frowned, trying to put the impressions of a seven year old child into the words of a twenty seven year old lawyer. “She wasn’t sad or grief stricken. More… angry and…” She shook her head. “I think she blamed my grandmother but I don’t know why.”

Jacob nodded. “She did blame her. Unfairly, but people do a lot of things when they’re in pain that they wouldn’t ordinarily do.”

“All my life all I heard her say about my grandmother was that she was crazy, and a witch, and should be locked away where she couldn’t hurt anyone.”

 

 

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 9-15-2018

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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 Book Five of the Academy of the Accord (fantasy) series that I have been (and will be) working on for forever.

Continuing from last week.  Caristen and Torlew have been away with Marsden, taking care of the headmaster of the orphanage that Draethlen came from, and have just returned to the school – and woke everyone up.

Caristen nodded wearily. “Anyhow, get dressed you two. We’re to take you to Vinadi’s office for a full debriefing.”

They nodded and turned to pick up their swords.

“Drae, put your sword down, they’re friends,” Wellhym chuckled, and the boy started, blushing as he realized that it was still in his hands.

“And get dressed,” Kordelm said, “unless you want to cross the grounds dressed like that.”

“Kord,” Caristen started, but both warriors rounded on him.

“He has more right to know what happened than any of us,” Wellhym said, his normally soft voice full of fire, his stance daring either of them to challenge him.

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #194 (9/12/2018)

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 fan
a spider web
a fallen leaf

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

 

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