Kittyinaz’s Thanksgiving/December writing challenge stories have posted. A great selection and crossing fandoms. Kitty has a wide interest when it comes to fandoms, so you can expect to see entries that reflect that. New stories are always a lovely way to spend a weekend, and there is a vote for this one.
Chapter 10 – No, No, You Can’t Take That Away From Me is now posted. For those readers who are in the United States, Happy Thanksgiving! The story will continue to The Wedding, picking up where Pledging leaves off.
My best to everyone and to your families on another wonderful day!
As promised, here’s the promotional piece I wrote for Area 5 Bloody Pen – Day of the Dead contest. Sookie is traveling through the Appalachian mountains, looking for werepanthers when she stumbles across a story from Eric’s past. A spooky story for your reading pleasure. This is stored as a One Shot.
A Face in the Woods
Usually around this time in the week I have a new chapter. I don’t, but I assure you I am more than halfway finished with the last chapter of Pledging.
So, what have I been doing? Well… writing – just something different. It is the holiday season. There are two ‘events’ happening in our little world. The first is Kittyinaz’s Christmas prompt. Kitty has been expanding her horizons in terms of fan universes and I expect there will be a variety of entries hosting many different storylines. My own entry is in now (thank you again, Ms Buffy for your help). I always enjoy reading the works of my fellow authors who participate. The work is always a little different. Deadline is this Saturday, so no doubt next week will be spent with tablet in hand and a tumbler of Gran Marnier.
The other event is the Queen of Area 5’s prompt event and I’ve chosen my theme. That deadline is in December and again, I am looking forward to the presents that will be brought.
Last? I am re-editing A Face in the Woods. It’s my first stab as writing down a ghost story. I wrote it as a promotion piece for the recent Area 5 Bloody Pen writing event.
I tell ghost stories with some regularity. It’s part of the camping tradition, to sit around the fire at night, listening to the rustle of leaves just past the ring of light and wondering what lurks beyond. I expect you’ll see Face in the Woods before Pledging, and if all goes well as early as tomorrow. Sephrenia made me a kick-ass banner and I’m looking forward to bringing my story and the artwork home here, to my site.
Hope this finds you well and safe.
A Face in the Woods… A new one shot – coming soon
Many years ago my job took me to New York. I would visit our office at 7 World Trade and I spent hours every month visiting businesses in the Towers. I formed friendships there, women and men who were proud to have achieved some success in their lives. We talked about friends in common in the small world which is our industry. Several of them knew my mother who also had a connection with our field. I had lost her several years prior and I appreciated hearing stories of her life that I would not have otherwise known. These were people who had boyfriends and girlfriends, husbands and wives. We shared war stories about raising our children. I remember their faces. I remember the pictures on their desks and the vacation plans they never took. On days like today, those memories haunt me.
I don’t remember the faces of those who manufactured their deaths. I don’t really remember the cause that seemed so important. If that was the point, it failed.
I mourn for the citizens of France and for everyone who will be forced to live with this kind of experience. I send you my sympathy and all my prayers. I mourn the lives that should have had brilliant and multi-colored threads of experience that stretched far out and into the future. The world is a sadder place for having their light so brutally cut short.
Chapter 9 – The Way You Change My Life is now posted and available. Hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 8 – The Way We Danced Until Three
I hope that this Sunday finds all of you happy and for those of you in the Northern Hemisphere, dreaming of snow. It is a fact that winter is my favorite time of year. I love the light grey of winter skies and I get giddy at the first flurry that rushes through. I live in a place that traditionally has had mild winters (Wimpy Winters, I call them). I dream of snow that piles up against the house and drifts in mounds that trick you into thinking they are solid when they are really hip deep.
But cold is not the way our couple feel about each other. Anything but! And between gifts and the ceremony lies lemons.