Monthly Archives: December 2018

Goals for January and 2019

Well, hello out there! It’s been a long time since I did anything except Wednesday Words, Rainbow Snippets, and Snippet Sunday posts, hasn’t it?  I’m too lazy to go back and look but I’m pretty sure it’s been months.

I’m going to try to do better. In fact, that’s one of my goals for the year.

And speaking goals, let’s get right to the heart of the post, shall we?

Goals for 2019 are:

Write 100 words a day every day.
I know that’s not much, but it’s better than no words a day, and is actually attainable. And goals should be attainable, right? And I’m hoping to do it every day, not skip a day and make it up the next. I want it to become a habit.

Finish and publish Onyx Sun.
The door to my computer hutch has several sticky notes on it with things to remember to work into the story.  I’d like to get them off of there.  And I’d like to turn Onyx Sun loose on the world.

Finish (and publish?) Hedge House.
I’ve been posting snippets from it so that should be motivating me to get the first draft done.  And I have a couple volunteers to beta read it (one of whom has read a very rough partial draft already) so that’s more motivation.  The de-motivating factor? The fact that I know there’s a lot of revision needed in the form of adding scenes to it.

Finish edits of The Academy of the Accord, Book 5
This book is giving me all kinds of trouble. I can’t get the opening scene to cooperate and there’s some stuff in the middle that is just not cooperating with how the world works.  It’s printed and in a binder and has sticky notes flagging pages every where (it’s quite colorful) and I really need to finish this edit before I can move on in the series. I need to remind myself that it’s not a final edit and I’ll be going back through all the books at least one more time. (Although I’m not sure that last bit is exactly motivating.)

Assemble and edit The Academy of the Accord, Book 5.5
Yeah. After I finish Book 5 it’s on to the patchwork book. I’m pulling parts of this from the original(ish) version of Book 5 and some of it is side scenes that I wrote that didn’t quite “fit” in Book 5, and some bits and pieces may have come from other books now too. It’s a mess but it’s kind of needed. And eventually I’m going to have to renumber it.

Keep up with snippets blog hops!
I’ve been good about posting my snippets on my blog and posting the link to the groups but not so good lately about making the rounds each week.

Monday and Friday blog posts.
If I check in twice a week it will maybe keep me on track for the other writing goals.

Miscellaneous:

There are some other writing projects I’d like to finish this year too, but I think I’m probably already setting up more than I can handle.

Like an urban fantasy that just needs to be a little longer (it’s not novel length and I think there’s a lot of stuff that needs added to make it clearer to people who aren’t inside my head).

And a trilogy without a name that is done but needs a first round of edits.

And a novel that is done but is the first of a trilogy. (It didn’t start that way.)

And sequels to write.

But, yeah, all of those are waiting until I get some of the above stuff done. I’m only one person, I do have an Evil Day Job, and other (non-writing-related) goals to work on.

 

Goals for January:

I’m starting small. As long as I write at least 100 words a day each day this month I’ll be happy. Hopefully I’ll apply those words to Hedge House, and not to the plot bunnies that are hopping out of the magic hat so fast you’d think I was trying to pick a NaNoWriMo project.

 

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Sunday Snippet, December 30, 2018

Skipping a few paragraphs in Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy.  A customer has come into the shop and Cara is browsing while Tamira helps her.

She moved on the jewelry display as Tamira finished up with the customer. Engrossed, she vaguely heard the door chimes as the woman left.

“Finding anything?”

Tamira was suddenly at her elbow, her voice holding a slight challenge.

Cara shook her head. “Nothing here is my taste,” she replied. “I can appreciate the beauty of the pieces, but I can’t imagine wearing any of them. I do need to get a chain for this, though.” She pulled the Herkimer pendant from her pocket, holding it in her closed fist for a moment before slowly opening her hand to show Tamira.

“I think I have just exactly what you need.” She smiled and motioned for Cara to follow her to the back room. 

Cara followed and paused in the doorway. She wasn’t sure what she had expected – maybe a desk and office chair and computer for bookkeeping creating an oasis in a sea of boxes and unsorted stock – but that wasn’t what she saw. There was a desk and office chair and computer, but the walls of half the room were taken up with counters and lined with shelves that held bottles of various shapes and sizes along with baskets and bags. The counters were host to several mortars and pestles and a large number of small slow cookers.

“You can come in,” Tamira said, looking up from a drawer she was searching through.

Cara shrugged but said nothing. She felt unwelcome in the shop and really just wanted to go outside and maybe walk along the main street and look at the shops until Jacob came back.

She had a sudden urge to break down and cry but she wouldn’t do it here, not in front of this woman.

 

 

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 12-29-2018

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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.

Continuing from last week.

Hesitantly Brythel sat in the other chair. “Sh-should I call you ‘Master” or Captain’, sir?”

“That depends on whether I’m acting as a wizard or a Warrior, I suppose. So when we’re here call me Yhonshel.” He tilted his head. “What should I call you?”

“B-brythel, sir.  My name is Brythel.”

“I’m pleased to meet you, Brythel.”

Yhonshel held out his hand and Brythel accepted it hesitantly, but as the Tuanae’s hand closed around his he felt a wave of comfort and safety and acceptance that nearly overwhelmed him.

“Shall we begin?” Yhonshel asked.

Brythel nodded, reluctantly letting go of his hand. “I – I don’t know where to start.”

“Start by getting your instrument out of its wrappings,” Yhonshel said. He glanced round the room and held out a hand and another lute left a table and floated to it.

“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.”

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #209 (12/26/2018)

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:

a box
leftovers
candy

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

 

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Sunday Snippet, December 23, 2018

More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy, almost finished first draft.

 

“The shop,” Tamira said as if they hadn’t detoured from the original question, “buys and sells antiques. Furniture, art, figurines, books.”

“Mostly,” Cara added dryly. “Or so Jacob tells me although he won’t say what else it sells.”

“A few homemade items,” Tamira replied. She studied Cara for a moment. “Jacob says you’re not sure if you’re staying in Crossroads?”

Cara shook her head. “I’m… torn. But if I don’t, I’ll sell you the business for a silver dollar.”

Tamira smiled and some sort of tension seemed to ease, leaving the air more breathable, and leaving Cara wondering why she had specified a silver dollar.

“I’m going to leave you two ladies to get acquainted,” Jacob said. “I need to run to the hardware store and the farm supply. I’ll be back in an hour or so.”

The two women stared at each other in silence after he left, neither one knowing quite what to say. 

“So,” Cara broke the silence. “I’m afraid I don’t know much about antiques so I’m not going to be much help around here. But on the other hand, I also won’t try to tell you what to do or how to do it.”

Her words seemed to amuse Tamira and Cara felt a flash of irritation. 

“When I meet with the lawyer I’ll have him take care of transferring ownership of the shop.”

 

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
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Rainbow Snippet for 12-22-2018

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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.

More of Yhon and Bry and the music lesson…

A slight movement caught his eye and he looked up. The Tuanae stood in the doorway of a second staircase.

“M-master Yhonshel,” he stammered, his fear returning. “C-captain.”

The man inclined his head briefly and stepped forward. “Welcome,” he said, his voice soft. “How may I help you?”

“I – I want to learn to play,” Brythel blurted out. “Sir,” he added in a rush of fear.

Yhonshel smiled. “What do you have there?” he asked, nodding to the object Brythel was clutching.

“A – a lute. I-it was my father’s and I… I can play it a little bit but I want to learn, really learn. Please, sir. I – I know I’m not a wizard but you said…”  Brythel’s voice faltered as he tried to regain control of himself.

“I know what I said, and I meant it,” Yhonshel replied. “Come, have a seat.” He gestured and two chairs moved from where they were stacked in a corner and settled in front of a small table.

“Y-you would teach me?” Brythel barely dared to hope.

“I would be honored,” Yhonshel replied as he sat down.

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #208 (12/19/2018)

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:

cards
a bottle
cookies

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

 

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Sunday Snippet, December 16, 2018

Picking up from last week in Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy WiP.  Cara is getting to know Tamira, the woman who runs the shop her grandmother owned.

“Only if it makes you more aware of how your actions create ripples.”

“It wasn’t her actions, Tamira,” Jacob said, a low warning growl in his voice. “Put the blame where it’s due. Her absence was her mother’s doing. She’s the one that took her away from everything that she knew and got her exposed to that crazy cult.” He looked at Cara. “Apologies,” he said. “But that’s what it is.”

“You won’t get any argument from me about that,” Cara said. “I happen to agree with you. The things they did…” Her mind shied away from the events even as part of her knew with a deep certainty that Jacob did know… But how could he?

She shook her head sharply to clear the thought and pushed it down. Now was not the time to lose her mind or to explore random feelings and questions and knowings.

She smiled at Tamira. “Tell me about the shop?” she asked. “I don’t seem to remember it from when I was little.”

“Belle didn’t open it until after you’d been taken away,” the woman replied. “She started it because…” Tamira caught Jacob’s gaze and something seemed to flow between them. “Because she needed something to occupy her time after losing her son and granddaughter.”

Cara fixed her with an intense gaze, wondering what she had been going to say, but Jacob touched her shoulder and she turned to look at him.

“Not yet, Cara,” he murmured. “You’re not ready to know that yet.”

 

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 12-15-2018

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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.

Switching gears a bit to two of my favorite characters from the Academy of the Accord series. (Okay, yes, they’re all my favorites, but Yhon and Bry – especially Bry – hold a special place all their own.)

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 truly 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.

The entrance hall was empty and he sighed with relief as he veered to the right, toward the library. Part of him wondered what he was doing: if Drehmus and Andrek caught him with what he carried… He pulled his mind away from that thought and clung to the memory of the tall blond and bearded wizard – Tuanae – and his offer to teach music to anyone who wanted to learn. The man’s voice still echoed in his mind, warm and soft, as were his eyes – eyes that seemed to understand parts of him that he didn’t even know existed – and his smile that held promises that Brythel couldn’t name, could dare dream of.

Nervously he climbed the stairs and emerged into a large empty room. He caught his breath as he looked around in awe at the instruments that hung on the walls and held down papers that cluttered every horizontal surface except the floor.

There was no one else in the room, however, and his hopes sank, tears of disappointment beginning to burn behind his eyes. It was all for nothing. He had risked being discovered – had risked his most precious possession – for nothing.

A slight movement caught his eye and he looked up. The Tuanae stood in the doorway of a second staircase.

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #207 (12/12/2018)

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 clock
a torn curtain
stationery

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

 

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