Monday, February 21, 2011

I finally saw Eat, Pray, Love. I enjoyed it, there wasn't enough eating though.
The universe rewarded me with the movie Julie & Julia. I feel a certain kinship
with Julie--without the success.

Thursday, February 03, 2011

My muse seems to be kicking ideas around, so perhaps it's time to start writing and see what happens. Since it's the New moon the time is right. Not sure if I want to revisit the prequel to Blood Pool or start another adventure with Angelica Kane and friends.

I see so many of my friends from Absolute Write have books coming out or have come out. Congrats to all! It's great to see you guys on facebook and twitter.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Take 2! Time flies and not always when you're having fun. I lost my mom in Nov.'09 and was diagnose with breast cancer six weeks later. In an effort to bring some joy into my life, my husband agreed that a puppy was what the doctor ordered. In July of '10 we brought Shadow Luna home. She is a blessing. See above photo^

I'm not sure why I'm writing this. I suppose since I let my website go I wanted someplace for folks to be able to come and check out what's been going on. (Yes, I mean you two!) I've written two books since Blood Pool, but haven't found a home for either yet. Life became hectic when I was going to search for a publisher. I'm toying with the idea of another book in the Angelica Kane series, but we'll see...writing can be like a bad relationship and I'm not sure if I'm up for it--or if it's meant to be. For now I'm just trying to find a "new" normal.

Funny-today is the one year anniversary of my surgery that made me cancer free.

Friday, July 31, 2009

That about sums it up. When life hands you lemons you make lemonade, right? What about when it clobbers you with lemon-sized hail?

I'm sure some wise-guy will say, "melt it down and you've got water". Yeah--water and a concussion or three. So here I am trying to dodge the hail, and afraid to stand under a tree for cover. With my luck lately, lightning would be the next force of nature to strike.

July was supposed to be MY month. Finances were going to improve and that elusive agent was going to make themselves known to me. Instead, finances took a nosedive and all I've heard from agents is how the economy sucks and they're not taking on many new clients.

My supposed "new job" is not working out as planned--surprise, surprise. In fact it's not working at all--or rather I'm not. Turns out I'm losing money--in gas and such. You see, I only get paid if I have a client. The business is new, so there are no existing clients.

And if that's not bad enough, my muse has abandoned me. This is the most writing I've done in a month.

Good-bye, July. August, be kind.

Wednesday, July 01, 2009

Thank heaven June is over. The only good things about it: I went to Salem, MA., though technically I left for Salem in May. The second thing is my son came back from FL. Yay!

I'm grateful the weather held up while in Salem, but once I returned home it was rain, rain and more rain. I had too many cancellations in my "pay the bills" job, which has made paying the bills challenging. And, all the deaths in June.

So welcome, July. I hope you bring a lot more good things than June, but uhm, it's cloudy and crappy out. Just sayin'.

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

From my WIP The Hanging Tree. In this snippet the MC, Angelica, is experiencing a dream of a past life. This ties into a journal her daughter was given. In it is the writings of a woman who lived in a local Manor built in the late 1600's.
I wasn’t particularly tired. I grabbed the journal to read a few more entries. Drifting off to sleep, I heard a voice.

“Who are you?” A redheaded woman asked. I assumed she was speaking to me.
“My name’s Angelica.”

I found myself in what seemed like a kitchen or dining room with a large hearth at its center. The woman was grinding herbs with a mortal and pestle.

“You’re not going to tell are you?” she asked.
“Tell? Tell who and what?” I looked around and saw in the reflection of a glass cabinet that my long hair was twisted up in a bun. It’s usual tawny color was brown, and I wore a woolen dress that reached the floor. The fabric irritated my skin. I held a long cloak in my left hand. The young woman wore almost an identical garment, but the fabric looked finer.

“I have to get these herbs ready, the lass down the road is going to have her baby any day. Are you the woman Abby told me about from the neighboring village?”
“I…uh…yes. Abby sent me. Jenny is going to have her baby?” I placed the coat down on a chair and walked toward the fire to warm up. My hands and feet were cold and I noticed melting snow on the floor near the front door. The winds howled outside, but the house was warm and smelled of dried herbs and blueberries.

“No. Jenny moved to South Carolina. I’m so glad you made it, especially in this storm. There’s already a few inches of snow on the ground. Poor Abby came down with a fever, she said you were the best healer in your village.”

My eyes widened as I looked over to the young woman. “I…I try, people tell me I do help them.”
“And you’re so young to be a mid-wife.”

I stood there staring at the fire. I had no outward response, but fear settled in my bones. My mind rushed in a million directions.
Was this a vision, or a dream?

Thursday, June 25, 2009

I haven't done a teaser this week due to the fact that I have no clue what WIP I want to focus on. There are approximately four to chose from. The weather has been fantastic for writing--all gray and gloomy--yet I cannot get motivated. Probably when the sun comes out I will be flooded with inspiration. Go figure.