Writing Musings

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I wouldn’t say this will be musings. I will likely be leaning to whining. LOL

It has actually been quite some time since I last posted about the silliness which is my writing life.  October has arrived, and with it I have begun panic mode. I should be well into my rewrites and edits by now, and I haven’t even finished the rough draft. This novel needs to be ready for my editors by January. YIKES!

Somehow, I am blaming this on Vader. I knew having a puppy would take up much of my spare time, especially one who came from a rough beginning. Never did I think he would be causing me to fall so far behind.

You see, he can play, and enjoy himself, but the moment I pull out the laptop and begin to do things, he is in my face. He will even act bad just for the attention. Vader is almost 5 months old, and is getting better, but he still makes it quite difficult to write.I may have a lot of support in my writing endeavor, but no one wants to deal with a hyper, chewing mess. I am the only one who really trains him, therefore, I must put things on hold to keep at it. My editors will understand…HA!

So I will continue to boot up the laptop, and keep the file open for those rare 5 mins I get to write. I really hope I can knock off a hell of a lot of words this week, and have this draft done within 2.

Wish me luck!

 

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Knowing Things

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One thing about writing, you need to know things. You always hear ‘write what you know’. Everyone appears to know stuff. I, however, do not.

It’s a sad state of affairs, knowing nothing, but I make it work. I go around, pretending to know things, and so far I’m pretty certain I’ve faked out everyone. So shhhh.

My writings are fantasies, dreams, and from the imagination of children. Magic, fairies, dragons, all things I know nothing about. Guess that’s what makes this writing gig so much fun!

I believe in magic. Just look around, and you can find it in so many places. My beliefs are based on the earth I walk on, barefoot. I close my eyes, and hear fairies calling. They like to dance about the yard, which is why you see dandelion seeds float about, where there isn’t a wisp of wind to be felt. These things I feel with my heart and soul, but I know nothing about them.

Well, I guess I know some stuff. I know my imagination is a tad weird, and my way of thinking is as well. I know people tend to wonder about me, and of how I think. They don’t appear to get my meanings, and I often confuse them. I also know that is their problem, not mine.

So now I end this little post, and wonder if I can find the time to write, and perhaps, know some new things. One can only hope!

A Musing

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A monarch keeps flitting about my yard. It has avoided the many birds swooping through, and brings a smile to my face. I have milkweed, but it appears the few little ones which hatched have succumbed to the circle of life.

Silly little things like this inspire me. In my latest novel, in the middle of a battle, which the good guys are losing, a lone butterfly will flutter past the disheartened soldiers, giving them a small glimmer of hope.

Another way I am being inspired lately, is my new puppy.

This is Vader. (Darth Bob Vader if you ask my youngest and my dad) He didn’t have a great start to life, but he is learning. Nibbling on everything, and half listening, are my daily experiences. Such is the way of a puppy.

Vader makes me have to sit in the grass more often, and remember how to play. He sort of gets fetch, and it makes me smile when he understands what is going on. At almost 12 weeks, he is coming along great.

Have you ever watched a puppy play? With Vader it’s rough and tumble, running like mad, and interesting wipe outs. I laugh, want to beat, am exhausted regularly, and loving it all. He gives me ideas at how certain species should fight in my little war. Quick strikes, fighting hand to hand in a rough and tumble way, and failing to succeed some of the time. But learning. It’s still morning, and he has shown me so much already.

No matter what muse has bit you, don’t sell anything short. If you look, you will find inspiration is all around you.

When I Grow Up

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One day, I might grow up. (yes I am in my 40’s, but that’s just a number) As a child, all you wanted was to be a grown up. How stupid were we!

When I grow up, I might be a writer. One who flits about to different conventions, speaking to those about my world, and what it’s like to be a writer. Right now, I am content to being unknown. (I never want to be a household name, but I really should do a book signing. I’m certain there would be about 10 people who would show up. Still, it is something I should do.)

We have a local comi-con. It’s called ThunderCon. Perhaps one day I will book a table at their event, and be a real writer. Sit and watch the flow of people go by, wonder who the F I am, and why I’m at the event. One day…

Many writers and artists exist in my little town. We have events all over the city where they can showcase their abilities. I’m not grown up enough to join them, yet. My goals do not even include things such as these at the moment.

Yes one day, I might grow up. Right now, I like playing in the rain, splashing in puddles and getting all muddy. I want to keep swinging on swings, climbing trees and other fun things. Being a grown up isn’t so much fun, so I will hold off until it is necessary.

Dancing In The Moonlight

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For as long as I can remember, I loved being outside with the moon. Nothing felt better than walking along with only the moon, and the odd light, to guide you. Yes I carried a flashlight, but rarely did I use it.

My friends and I used to moon-tan. People would ask us all the time what that entailed, and it is quite easy. It’s just like suntanning, but with a moon high in the sky.

I believe my youth is what started my love for all things nature. I could do so much, hear a lot, and felt like I was a part of the world around me. Of course as a kid I wasn’t aware of things like Wicca, or Pagan ideologies. It was a great feeling when I did finally learn of these things.

My upbringing wasn’t normal, to say the least. Speaking to ghosts, studying rune stones, tea leaves and other odd hobbies was a norm. Finding solace, and understanding, in nature didn’t feel that strange to me. In a world bent on self inflicted idiocy, those who worshiped the earth, and all it entailed, made more sense to me.

As a grown up, I can say that I follow those paths with vigor now more than ever.

So go dance in tomorrow’s full moon light. Let the light shining down fill you, and you may find something. Perhaps, a better you.

And Now For The Fourth Installment

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For many months you have been annoyed with my ramblings about the fourth novel in my series. Well, on May 20th, it became available. So this means I am going to annoy you all even more!

This novel continues the adventures Koral and Eric embark on. The two are growing up now, and so the story evolves along with them. I still don’t like it, and am patiently waiting to hear opinions from others. As always, it is available in eBook, and print. Hit up the website if you are interested.

I have begun working on book 5, which will be the last one in this particular timeline. (Don’t worry, the next novels still contain the characters you have grown to love, I just move them a little ahead in life. Of course it will be a while before you even have to think about this stuff.)

I expect book 5 to be an absolute pain to write, and see crying in my future. Alright, more like a lot of swearing.

Yes, book 4 is now available, and awaiting your remarks.

OK, wishful thinking, but perhaps one day people will start leaving reviews on the sites where they picked up my books. If you got it from someone, just hit up Goodreads!

 

A Whisper From The Wind

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Today I am lucky to have another sunny morning, with a light breeze. Where I live, a light breeze is welcome. (the lake likes to give us gusting wind) The soft kiss on my cheek to let me know the wind blowers are still about. One should never take the wind blowers for granted.

They are brothers and sisters, in a constant battle for supremacy. Some days they work in unison, but usually they like to fight. Just watch the clouds as they float by. Some are pushed one way, and other the opposite. “Don’t push your clouds to me,” they holler at each other. Us mortals only hear it as wind whistling through the trees. Sometimes they rage, and if you are on the sea, you suffer the wrath.

I enjoy when the breeze is about. My windchimes tell dark spirits to stay away, and help fairies flit about the petals of my flowers. When a dandelion is ready to burst its white seeds, a breeze helps them dance. “Farewell” say the fairies, for it is they who nurtured the dandelion to this point. They are sad for only a breath, for more flowers require their attention.

Today I will listen to the whispers. The wind has many stories, and if you listen with your imagination, you might be lucky enough to hear one.