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Sunday Snippet, January 27, 2019

More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy that I hope to have out later this year.  Picking up from last week’s snippet.

“What kind of offer did he make?” Tamira asked.

“Nothing concrete and nothing I’m inclined to take him up on,” Cara replied. “He seems quite eager to buy the house and even though I haven’t decided what I’m doing, I do know that I have no intentions of selling it to him.”

Tamira nodded. “Be careful of him, Cara. He is a dark one. Dangerous to his enemies, and those who call him friend only do so out of fear.”

“I don’t like him,” Cara said. “I don’t know why, but from the first moment I saw him, I just… wished I’d never met him.”

“Always trust your instincts.” Tamira’s smile was warm, but she quickly sobered.  “Jonas Blackthorn is not welcome here and cannot come further than the doorway without an invitation.” 

Cara nodded slowly, remembering the way he had started to enter, confident that she would welcome him, only to falter in response to her cold reply.

 

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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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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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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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

 

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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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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

 

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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

 

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Sunday Snippet, December 9, 2018

Still posting from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy WiP. Cara is making her first visit to the shop her grandmother owned and left to her.

 

The chimes of the opening door hadn’t even died away before a woman emerged from the back. She was short, with a thin frame and chestnut-red hair pulled back in a bun, and Cara couldn’t even make a guess at her age – she seemed to be older than Jacob but younger than she was. She was, however, fairly certain that she didn’t remember her – or the shop – from her childhood.  But the most disconcerting thing was that somehow Cara found it difficult to look directly at her.

“Tamira,” Jacob said. “I want you to meet Cara, Belle’s granddaughter.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” There was a lyrical quality to Tamira’s voice, almost hypnotic. “Belle was so looking forward to your visit.”

“I know.” Cara bowed her head, forcing down a wave of regret. “I wish I would have contacted her sooner, would have come home sooner.”

“All things happen when they’re supposed to,” Tamira said. “And we are always where we need to be when we need to be there. Regret doesn’t change the past.”

“Does it do anything to the present or the future?”

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

 

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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Sunday Snippet, December 2, 2018

Picking up from last week’s snippet of Hedge House. Jacob has taken Cara into town to show her the shop her grandmother had, and to introduce her to Tamira, the woman who runs it.

Her nerves returned as he pulled into the parking lot of a small building and parked off to the side. The storm door stood open, taking advantage of the fresh air and Cara looked at the building curiously.

“You know, I never did ask what kind of business this is.”

“Antique shop. Curiosities and oddities. Mostly.” he added. 

“Mostly?”

But he was getting out of the truck and she followed, her curiosity roused. “What do you mean by mostly?”

He gave her a wink. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

“It’s nothing illegal, is it?” she asked suspiciously, and he burst into laughter.

“Not in this day and age, although there was a time…”

She looked at him curiously, but he was holding the screen door open and motioning her into the store.   

 

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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