Juggling at the Beginning

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And so it begins again.

The first chapter of the new story posted yesterday.  I walked through the handful of sites that I now call ‘my’ sites; those where I publish and I had that Sookie Stackhouse moment when I looked over my shoulder and wondered how I had come so far so fast.  I have to say that I am pretty pleased with the way this new part of the arc is shaping up.  Eric is stepping up and in the process making too many commitments.  Sookie is gaining strength both from herself and from factors that are beyond her.  They are quickly falling back to bad habits and silly assumptions.  They are surrounded by the well meaning..  all the realities we all struggle with as couples trying to stay couples in any world.

For my part I will continue what worked before; one story at a time and pushing chapters at least twice a week.   I am working now on Chapter 7 – Pennants Fly and working through some tricky dialogue.  Thank goodness for the voices in my head.   And thank goodness for these wonderful characters who allow me to play with them.

Fangbangers Press Release

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Fangbangers Anonymous Press Release

Fangbangers Anonymous : The TB/SVM Writers Directory to Launch

April 27, 2015: Back in January a comment in a Facebook group sparked an idea to set up a “hub” for fanfiction readers to find their favorite writers with greater ease. Several people volunteered their time to work on this project and the results are now coming to fruition. Fangbangers Anonymous: The TB/SVM Writers Directory is launching on April 28 2015 and currently includes writers active on WordPress. The site features profile pages of its members with links to their stories and personal sites but also contains a weekly blog focused on reviews and special features.

The support from the TB/SVM community has been overwhelming; readers volunteering to write reviews, beta’s working to proof the content, artists assisting with graphics and writers taking the time to set up their personal…

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The Far Reach – Sneak Peek

TFR 1-11086683_10202615483863142_130170048_n (2)Thank you in advance for your support, your comments and your feedback on what you liked and what you questioned about the story.  I was surprised to read the passion and interest in the characters, and I thank you for that.  Obviously I am invested but there is something very pleasant in knowing that I others share my vision and my interest.

The plan is to start publishing my next story, The Far Reach, starting next Monday.  I have two chapters completed and being massaged and made whole by Breathesgirl.  Little does she know, Chapter 3 will be in her in-box by end of night tonight.  Once I have the 4th done I will feel comfortable pushing them out into the universe.

But for now, here is a part from Chapter 1 – Riding at Anchor.

They had pulled up in front of the pool house (‘the Lorena Ball Memorial Pool House,’ Sookie jokingly told him) and the driver had jumped out to grab the luggage. As they walked up to the door Eric had scooped Sookie off her feet and carried her to the door. “Put me down, Eric!” she had laughed. “I’m perfectly capable of walking on my own two feet!”

“But isn’t this customary?   I’m carrying you over the threshold.”

Sookie had laughed some more and pushed against his shoulder, “You only do that when you’re married and we aren’t.”

Eric pulled her against him and purred into her ear, “Well then consider this practice, because it will happen.”

Sookie smiled brightly up at him and he stopped right in the space between inside and out to kiss her. He found himself lost in her; in the feeling of her in his arms. He remembered their time when he had not known himself and she had been everything to him.   When he pulled his face back he found her bright eyes on his own. “Jag älskar dig min hustru,” he told her.

“And what does that mean, Eric?” she asked.

“It means you should learn Swedish,” he smiled and then tossed her up just enough to catch her before bringing her all the way indoors.   He set her down and looked around. The room was small but neat and the gas fireplace had a cozy flame burning. It was not the same as the wood fire that they had cuddled in front of in Bon Temps but it was still cheery.

More soon – thank you!

And the birds sing –

I noticed that the grass has changed.  There is something that happens almost unseen every spring.  The turf outside the window goes from lifeless, listless grey green to a green of  a different shade in an instant.  It comes with a smell – that loamy damp odor that speaks of waking worms and softer soil.  Spring has come.  The birds have been announcing it for weeks.  It started with mourning doves calling to each other from the phone wires.  Then the troops of robins appeared like they had never left.  The wind was still sharp and starlings flocked in the trees, their calls less melodious.  But over the past few days the temperature has become more moderate and the wind less shrill.  I have been on the back deck and chopped the last of the wood for the season.  I burn now every night to destroy what won’t be good for anything but insect invasion for next Fall.  Spring has come.  The daffodil bulbs I forced for Easter have bloomed and gone and I have put them back into the ground to feed and die and wait for next year.  The crabapple in front of the apartment that is my temporary home is swelling.  I can almost see the pink of fat blossoms that will be.  I saw a pussywillow near a river yesterday, it’s catkins already blown and open.  Spring has come.

It is harder to stay at my computer now.  My legs are drawn in restless ways to the outdoors.   My poor old skin that should be sheltered from the ‘bad effects’ instead thirsts for the light of sun.  In spite of mud and the occasional ice patch and the chill of water I will find my way back to the local mountain today to walk the woods and celebrate with every other living thing.  Spring has come.

What’s in a Name..

tree of lifeI am toiling through the last chapters of Swimming.  Perhaps ‘toiling’ is the wrong word..  maybe I should call it ‘skipping’  or ‘edging up to’  or ‘dancing around.’  You see, although I have told myself there is another story to come; that this is not truly an end I find myself oddly out of sorts.  I don’t want it to end.  I don’t want to see the characters move from one place to the next; I don’t want to leave some behind.  Ah – the natural reaction to change.  It’s foolish on my part; particularly on my part because I am a creature of change.  I have been restless my whole life; moving from one place to the next; seeking one experience after the other.  And yet I find that while I yearn for change I dread it as well.

The duality that is a condition of our consciousness will continue to be a theme through my stories.  What person is truly evil?  What person is truly good?  How many great love stories started where the ones who would become that great couple didn’t like each other at all?  How many times have we found that those who were our greatest friends become our greatest critics?  When is the last time that you found yourself saying, “I really like it, but….?”

Our lives, and the lives of my characters will slide between the two poles of absolutes.  It will be in the gray; the transitional space where anything is possible that they will find most of their life on my pages.

The story has been all about transition; the transition of two people who go from being unable to be together to becoming a single unit; the transition of a hidden culture as it emerges into relative light; the transition of a power structure from being absolute to one among many; the transition of a people used to their own law now finding themselves tiptoeing through the law of others.

They face the same challenge; what lies around the corner?  What unknown will they face?  And so it is for me.  Once the story turns the corner will the next chapters prove as sweet?

Oh well – only one way to find out.  Like Bilbo used to say, ‘It’s a tricky thing walking out your front door…’

Nominations will begin…

You Want Blood Awards


Nominations will start on May 1st and you will have one week to nominate your favorites in the following categories:

Hit Me With Your Best Shot – Best One Shot
The Human Award – Best AH
The Hybrid – Best Crossover
The Best of Both Worlds – Best SVM/TB combo
Mr. January – Best Lemon
The Greatest Love Story – Best Romance
Tissue / Kleenex – Best Angst
Rollercoaster Award – Best Drama
The Alan Ball – Best Rewrite of TB
The Charlaine Harris – Best Rewrite of SVM
Best of the Best – All Time Favorite Story
EIM – Favorite Author
Van Gogh – Best Artist
Eagle Eye – Best Beta
NKOTB – Best Newcomer

We will be taking the TOP 10 nominees with the most votes from each category for you to then vote for your favorites.  Voting will begin May 15th and the winners will be announced

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