Finally Friday

It has been a wild couple of weeks…so before we get to the best part of a Friday (fantasy of course) a quick update on all the goings on.  Long story short:  drove to Georgia, nabbed my best writer friend and her daughter, headed for New Orleans to meet up with another long-time writer friend and go to their writers’ group meeting. So much fun.  Great people, great time.

Before we came home, we went to Pas Christian beach and it was wonderful to see the ocean there. So many memories shared.

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Horrendous storms on the way back…think hour upon hour of torrential rains so heavy that cars were barely doing 25-30 on 70-75mph freeways.  Nonetheless, we all got home safely, and that is what really matters.

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Now, back in the Lowcountry, autumn pounced upon us and I am less than thrilled to bid my beloved summer farewell and accept autumn’s chilly embrace. This too shall pass.

Meanwhile, there are books to be written and decisions to be made. NaNoWriMo hovers on the horizon, beckoning writers with the hope of many MANY words to be gained.

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What to write?  I could, perhaps even should, try to finish up Truian’s story.   50K ought to do it.  And yet there is the lure of getting a good jump on Aedin’s story, the sequel to Khyr’s book.  And in the background Mathias and Ronyn are both begging to have their turn.  Decisions.  Decisions.

 

 

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Dream a little dream…

A different day today…a different expression of what my life is all about…of what I aspire to. What I dream, for myself.

Today I was brave.

I hit ‘send’ on my laptop and sent a query for my epic fantasy off into the world. Scary stuff, that. So many hours, months, years invested in this story. So much love, tears, hope, doubt.

OMG! It’s like raising kids! lol

And after I hit the button, had my moment of panic, then a deep breath because wow! I did it! What next?  Ah, the decisions that pull at my writerly heart…which story is next?

I always have a couple going…sometimes more.  I need to get back to work on the follow up book for this one. Just in case, you know.

I want to finish the eco-punk fantasy I have been working on along with this one for the last year. It is about half written, which pushes it to the top of the list.  Git ‘er done.

Tonight, I gaze at the gorgeous moon. Revel in the moonlight and the scent of rain promised on the wind. I watch the bats dance above the street, sweet darlings of the air, nomming on all those pesky southern bugs.

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And I am thankful.

For days such as this, nights so sweet, and the gift of words which fill my life with magic.

I am so blessed.

What are you thankful for?

Missed a few days here…

…some because I was just swamped with life, and then some because… I couldn’t think of anything worth sharing.

Now I’m back to try again.

Today was gorgeous. Sunny, around 80F, a soft breeze.  Birds singing, squirrels courting, azaleas, camellias, and spring flowers in mad profusion.  Children calling and laughing.  Remy, my Staffordshire, went out early and just didn’t come in.  Found her stretched out in the backyard, sunbathing.  Life is good.

On the writing front, things are … bumpy.  I am thrilled I completed the edits on Khyr’s story.  It is tighter, cleaner.  Not perfect…they never are…but I am proud of it.

The harder part is ahead.  What next?  I have a story I love.  Characters I adore and want to send out to meet the world.  So far the suggestions from those I know and care about who are part of the publishing industry (authors, editors, etc) are very very disheartening.  I am not usually one to be thin-skinned at all.  I accept critiques with delight in what I can learn and possibly improve.  I am open to advice and criticism because I want so very much to be the best possible writer I can be…

But this time…it is like ripping my soul out.

A friend whose clarity and wisdom I much appreciate suggested it is not just ‘this’ … but that it is another layer of pain and stress on top of all the monumental stress and fear we are already coping with in our day to day lives.  Another layer of hopelessness.

I want to tell you….don’t give up.  Don’t give in. We are strong enough to overcome the fear and the sorrows.  Strong enough to keep trying, to hold onto the precious things…like flowers in the morning sun, and our children’s laughter… and remember that the fight is worth it.  The human race is worth it.  Our world is worth it.

And, hopefully, in the end…maybe even just this small writer’s dream will be worth holding onto … until it is time for it to bloom as well.

 

What now?

I wanted to begin back to blogging here the first of this New Year.

Frankly I was too depressed and worried to have anything encouraging to offer.  It wasn’t just the sudden terror of the new administration…although that certainly was more than enough.  There was a lot of turmoil on the home front too.  Culminating in a court decision we never ‘saw’ coming and broke our hearts but not our spirits.  We go on.  We fight on.

Some things… these kids… this country… are too important to yield to sorrow and despair

So here we are.  February.  January and February are, traditionally, ‘winter’ here in the Lowcountry.  Not so much this year.  The camellias are in bloom.  The azaleas are beginning to open. The sun shines and it has been low to mid 70s almost every day. Can’t really complain about a ‘winter’ where you can happily play at the beach without needing sweats.

Writing continues.

THIS was my Christmas gift from my amazing kids.  A printed hardcopy of my manuscript!

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I cried, LOL!

Edits on that one are almost completed and there are others in the works.  Always a story waiting to be told. And in these days… that is a bright star on a dark night indeed.

 

Letting go…

Finally, after long weeks …months… of stubborn determination that somehow she would hatch her (unfertile) eggs… Scooter gave up.  She pushed her final egg from the nest and came up to the top of her cage to feed for the first time since she began sitting.

Now I have cleared her sad reminder of no much wanted nestlings and she is happily shredding her new bedding.  Welcome back, Scooter.

There has been a lot of ‘letting go’ this month.  Leaving NY and my beautiful daughter, hubby, and Squid there.  Letting go of a many decades old friendship… trying to find the new left within it…and accepting that this introvert must let go and allow ‘new’ friends inside. So outside my comfort zone.  Time for changes.  Time to let go.

And I let go of Khyr.  I finished those first edits and handed him to my beta readers.  So scary.

And then sat here in total disbelief that for the first time in …how long… I don’t have Khyr to keep me company.

EEEK!

It isn’t I don’t have lots of stories started to play with…but the ones I do ‘for fun’ are not my big loves… not my Aerlinn or Khyr.  So Mathias, Ronyn, Nevar, and Luach will wait…and I will play with them each in turn between major writing sprees on whoever comes to fill this enormous void Khyr has left.

And then he came. His name is Truian (True-yen…with a very soft second syllable)  and we are still getting to know each other but I already feel how strong, and stubborn this man is going to be,  And he loves dragons.  Who can resist that?

So in keeping with our introduction to Truian…  dragons for Fantasy Friday.  Enjoy!

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Freaky fun Friday

I FORGOT my Fantasy Friday in all the excitement!  Well, that simply won’t do now will it?

I am still writing and/or editing every.single.day.   I honestly don’t think I could NOT do it.

Right now the part of Khyr’s story I am working on requires some major reworking of the demon/monster.  I redid the original creature last year… the first one was too troll-like for my preferences…but, in the course of transferring the book from Scrivener to Word, somehow those scenes were lost.  So now, I must recreate/create a new and, hopefully, better challenge for Khyr.

This is the current picture that gave me an idea of where the creature might ‘go’.  Not sure it will wind up being this pivotal mid-point monster…the more I look at it, the more I see another group of animals used in a different place…but he IS awesome, isn’t he?

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