I thought about writing today.
It was cold this morning. Cold and dry, after more than a week of rain that ranged from heavy to downpour. The hubby was gone already, headed to the Midwest for a few days. I’m sure he probably kissed me goodbye before he walked out the door, but I didn’t stir till my alarm went off at 6:00. (more…)
I’m still here, Internet.
After a brief spate of blogging in mid-November, I kind of went dark. I don’t know why. Nothing to say, I guess. And busy. Always busy.
A quick update: Beta readers still have Bloodbonded. At this point, I think it will need another round of readers before I publish, so once they get it back, I’ll integrate feedback and send it around one more time. I’m not sure when it’ll be live, but probably this spring sometime. Not by February, unfortunately. Hang in there, friends. It’s closer now than it’s ever been, and I won’t let you down.
In the meantime, I thought you might enjoy this first meeting between Queen Maeve (Connor’s mother) and her paramours, Culain Mac Niall and Edgar Wolfbrother. (more…)
November 16, 2015Uncategorized, Writing2
Facebook continues to vex me.
I still hate it, but for whatever reason, I keep going to it like an addict who needs a fix. I sometimes back off of posting on my personal page for a while, but then I peek out like a little groundhog, test the waters, and immediately regret it. With all the stuff going on in the world and a whole lot of crappy personal stuff going on the last couple of weeks, I should have just stayed away from Facebook and picked up my knitting. But I didn’t, and yesterday, I ventured onto Facebook and confronted one of those memory posts.
The thing about November is that a lot of my memories involve NaNoWriMo. I already shared one of the NaNoWriMo posts from last year, so I kind of poked through the other memories and realized…
Dear readers,
It’s finally happened.
I have finally managed to send Bloodbonded to beta readers again.
This was a doozy of a week, too. It didn’t start out that way. It started out with promise. (more…)
A lot of things have changed since I came back to writing fiction. I think the biggest one is that I stopped caring.
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Some footnotes and random thoughts…
This one is mostly for my sisters in Christ. If you aren’t a sister in Christ, you can look away, and I promise you won’t miss anything. But you can read, too, if you want. I’m okay either way.
Here’s the thing on fear: Y’all gotta stop it.
September 30, 2015Personal, Uncategorized, Writing4
Warning: This is long, rambly, and very Jesus-y. #sorrynotsorry You can’t say you haven’t been warned.
A friend sent me this article the other day. Go ahead and read it. I’ll wait.
*insert Musak here*
Okay, you’re back.
A very tiny piece of Connor Mac Niall’s journal (written many, many years after the events of Ravenmarked and Bloodbonded):
It changes a man, this battle. War. It changes a man.
You know that growing up. I wasn’t a stranger to violence. I started hunting when I was . . . I don’t know. Three? Four? My father taught me to use a knife early, and I remember helping him with tanning. I brought down my first deer when I was seven. Taking the life of an animal wasn’t hard. It was necessary. Still, it took a long time to stop shaking after that kill. But no steak before or since has tasted so good.
It was always repugnant to my mother. She’s Sidh. She never understood why I needed meat. But the human side of me craved it. I couldn’t understand how they could go without it, the Sidh.
I fear I’m a great disappointment to my mother. (more…)
The last couple of weeks have been odd.
On the one hand, it’s been a very long time since I’ve been this frustrated, discouraged, and exhausted with my volunteer job. I was overwhelmed and frustrated in summer 2013 when I first took the job, but I expected it then. I mean, I was still in the midst of my long, dark tea-time of the soul (thanks, Douglas Adams, for that phrase; I use it often), and so pretty much everything was frustrating, overwhelming, discouraging, etc. But I got over that and had a pretty good couple of years… until recently. Let’s just say that it’s become crystal clear that it is time for me to step down as a leader. Either I am really not a good fit for this job, or else I’m just really, really tired. It’s probably a bit of both.
But on the other hand… I have experienced a new surge of encouragement from the world of Christian artists. (more…)