December already?

What happened?

Wow. OK, so life is interesting.

Writing is too.

This months’ list is limited to finishing Bastard Prince and then playing with digi art and editing side projects.  I have this Zombie idea that has been growing on me. It is now sitting at over 1500 words and still going. Words that haunt:

My daddy always called me his Angel, but my mama called me born of the devil. 

I don’t know about you, but I “hear” a heavy southern accent.

Ok time to get to writing. Will check the sales later. I haven’t been marketing or anything because of RL issues. My sales are not the best atm but I am not too bothered by it.


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NaNo Won

Did it yesterday. Then sat up staring at the computer going… oook now what?

So I wrote out an 800 word… thing that I am not too sure of. It is a zombie scene. I don’t usually do Zombie stories but it has been beating around in my head since I hear the song by Rise Against entitled Help is on the Way. I am debating what to do with it, though I may just shelve it and let it marinate. I may post it here as a freebee and see what folks think, I’m not sure.

The nano project, while sitting over 50k, is not done. I have been skimming over the story and tweaking here and there, rearranging some of the scenes and noting where scenes need to be added in the next pass.

I seem to write in layers, I’ve noticed this with other projects and have gotten flak from people claiming I am getting bogged down in edits. I write bare bones, then go back and fill in scenes.

Oh I am bouncing all over the place here. Ok, time to get my butt moving. Just because nano is won doesn’t mean the writing stops. Bastard Prince isn’t finished yet, even my bare bones version.

Have a fun snip;

“The report from Auron has been disheartening to say the least.” The Commander said after raising an eyebrow and grinning at Zander in greeting. “The slayer has been very busy in the Shadowlands, though it isn’t mobilized, training camps have sprung up around the main cities. Dark Rahaun and others, some fae and even Sharin are being trained and readied for something. However, we have no idea what. Auron indicated in his report that he had to make a hasty exit from the Shadowlands and is currently in hiding, though where he wouldn’t specify.”

“Probably slept with someone’s wife and got caught.” One of the other rahaun muttered.

“Or daughter.” Someone else grumped. 

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Nano update

The nano project is halfway complete, sitting at 40k. IfI can do 2 5k days I can call nano done and just focus on finishing the book itself. Then I will take about a month or two just to focus on playing with covers. Seeing as it looks like we may be moving sometime between Feb 1st and March 30th I don’t want to get too deep into another project. So I’ll probably be editing E1 and playing with digi art.


Here is a nano snip; hope you are all staying safe today.


“We think she was able to do what you did, are doing. Your abilities are suppressing your illness. If that could be… channeled, what an interesting thing that would be.” She leaned forward, the lite clatter sound from her armor as she moved seemed very loud. “Something changed, when you hauled Hayner up. We want to see if we can help you control this ability.”

“In return?” Zander glanced at Lord Merdoc.

“You would join the Sarukai. And all the…. fun that entails.” Lady Nyhavi said with a tight smile.

“There is a possibility that by using your abilities for other matters, beside suppressing the Wasting could bring an early onset of symptoms. We saw that with your mother.” Lord Merdoc cautioned. “It could bring you to an earlier grave. The choice is yours.”

Zander looked back down at the disk, not seeing the wood, the charring or the slight imperfections in the carving. He saw possibilities. “I’m a dead man either way.” He closed his fingers around the disk, feeling the sides of it digging into his palm. He met Lady Nyhavi’s cool gaze. “I’ll do it.”

“It is not an easy path. Death by Zarconis or the Dark Immortals is a very real possibility”  She nodded, made a slight gesture at Lord Merdoc who inclined his head and left.

“Everyone dies.” He said. “Even the gods”

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Because I can

Quick pre-Thanksgiving post; I have a snip here that had me chuckling, hope you all don’t find it too confusing;


NaNo Snip:


“You know Immortals?” Zander asked, forcing the words.

Lord Merdoc eyed him. “Don’t believe in the Immortals, boy?”

Zander blinked, struggling to find something to say. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe in them, more he’d never really thought of them.

“You have met at least three since coming up here, you know.” Lord Merdoc said, his lip twitching.

Zander looked over at Hayner who was nodding solemnly. “You have got to be joking.”

“Lady Nyhavi served in the last god war with Savna and the Shaderunner,” Merdoc pulled a small bag of smoked meat strips and tossed one at Zander then at Hayner. “The Gods asked her to sign on with one of them, but she declined.”

“Why?” Hayner asked.

Merdoc shrugged. “Ask her. The Third was born shortly before the humans arrived, used to serve Solur but gave up her commission after Savna died. And Nordel.”

“Nordel?” Zander frowned.

“I suspect he was sent here as a spy originally, though I’ve never been able to get him to admit it.”

“And you know he is an immortal, how?”

Lord Merdoc grinned, took a bite of the meat and went back to stand at his perch.



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RIP Anne McCaffery 1926 – 2011

For many of us there is someone in our life that so strongly influences us that we change the direction we are going in because of that person. For me it was Anne McCaffery. I never got to meet her. Never got to tell her “thank you” for her stories. I wanted too, oh man i wanted to see the Lady herself. But it never seemed to work out. Something always came up.

You see, when I was about 7, I “borrowed” a book off of my dad. It was a big hardback edition of Dragonflight, Dragonquest, and The White Dragon. I read it in a week and from that point on I was hooked. Anne McCaffery was my hero. I played dragons in the backyard. Pretending i had somehow made Earth into Pern. I don’t remember the logistics of the game but it involved a lot of running around the backyard with the dogs (big firelizards) and playing on the swing (fighting thread).

I read everything from her I could find. And i joined a pern fan club. Back before the internet when everything was snail mail. I wrote fanfic, and that is what got me started. You could, I suppose, say that Anne was responsible for me deciding to write. I discovered the world of reading, of writing, all because I crawled behind my couch with a flashlight and that big white book and was transported to another world.

She was my escape during High School. She was my hero. I wanted to be a writer. Just Like Anne.

My world is richer because of her writing.

I am thankful for having the opportunity to read her work, I am thankful for her stories. I am thankful she chose the path she did.

Good-bye Anne, thank you for your dragons. Thank you for your worlds.

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NaNo day 21

Ok, spotty posting, sorry. Life just started itsholiday ramp up, joy of joys.


Anyways, nano is sitting at 33k and I am loving the way this story is falling together. Am busy with family stuff so here is a snip, and if I don’t get back to the blog before thursday;


Happy Thanksgiving!





“We’ll have to camp here,” Hayner said. “And go on after we rest. Sound good?”

Zander nodded, sinking down to the ground. He leaned back, tucked the light globe into his vest and closed his eyes.

“Zander wake up!” Hayner’s voice dragged at him, pulling him from the sleep that claimed him so easily.

He forced his eyes open, and sat up. In the edge of the light was movement.

“I’ve got this as bright as it will go. There’s something very large out there.” Hayner’s voice was very bland. He had drawn one of his swords and was crouched, just watching.

“What the hell is it?” Zander whispered. He scrambled to his feet, pulling his own blade.

“I don’t know.” Hayner “I haven’t…” his words faded as a very long sticklike something moved into the light, followed by another. Zander was reminded of a spider’s legs. He stepped back, barely breathing.

Into the light crept the large, bulbous body of something but it was the shape atop it that sent Zander to shaking.

“Holy fuck.” He whispered.

It looked like what might have been a man, might have been a rahaun. Flesh hung, dried and peeling from corded and dark looking muscle. Arms hung at either side, one hand which looked more skeletal than flesh, clutched a halberd. The face was more skull and peeling flesh. The nose long gone and most of the lower right jaw had no flesh whatsoever. The eyes were still there, gray, clouded and dead.

“Oh I am so going to kick Merdoc’s ass.” Hayner whispered.

As it moved closer, it’s spider like legs scraped and rustled against each other. Zander gritted his teeth, glancing back behind them. The tunnel loomed behind them.

“Should we make a break for it?”

Hayner shook his head, gritting his teeth. “We’re Bright Light. We can take it.”

“How?” Zander asked.

Hayner took a deep breath. “Take out the legs. Its…” he shook his head. “Just take out the legs and stay clear of the halberd.”

“In the dark?”

“It’s blind.” Hayner said.

“So are we.” Zander pointed out. Fear was fading fast. He darted forward, dodging one of the legs to slash at one of the shorter back ones. His sword crunched through it, the dead jaw opened and a long, low moan filled the air as it stumbled against the side of the ravine. It slashed blindly with the halberd, narrowly missing Zander. Hayner was darting in on it’s other side, his light flickering with each movement.

When all the legs were cut and lay twitching on the ground they stepped back. The body was covered in a thick shell up to where the corpse’s abdomen was attached. It flailed the halbred around making it difficult for them to get an easy blow. Zander blocked it and Hayner took the arm off. The arm, still clutching the Halbred twitched on the ground for a few heartbeats, dark liquid oozed from the stump.

“SSSsss… Sorcery and swords!” The whisper stopped them both in their tracks and they stared, horrified at the thing. “I wassss and honorable man once…”

Zander looked at Hayner who was shaking his head, whispering a prayer. He swung his sword in an arch cutting the other arm. The thing groaned again, turning its head in that direction.

“Gods forsook us,” It leaned forward. “Burn me.”

“It’s aware.” Zander whispered.

“The hell it is.” Hayner took its head off, the blow made his head roll into the darkness. The torso collapsed backwards, the front of it tearing away from base, the smell of rotting intestines filled the air as they dribbled out of its stomach.

Zander gagged, stumbling backwards as his own stomach tried to reject his meager dinner.

Hayner walked away blinking rapidly. “Lets get through that tunnel and onto the ______ plains.”

Zander stared at the thing nodding. “What was it?”

“Something that should have died in the last god war.”  


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NaNo update

I crossed 20k last night. Am very proud of myself. I’m not stressing on wordcounts, as long as I have my daily 1700 I figure it was a good writing day, I refuse to freak out if my counts are lower. I’m having fun and that is the reason I do nano, to have fun. I love working with this story, am glad I decided to rewrite this. I am hitting some of the fun fun stuff and already suspect I have started it too early in the story.


So here is a snip, and off to do more writing today…


The shop was small and the windows dirty and dusty. The air was heavy with incense and tobacco and the shelved walls were lined with bottles, boxes and books. Little statuettes were inter-spaced on the shelves and on the narrow wooden counter, carved wooden and marble miniatures of the great statues of the gods in the temples. Zander recognized the Goddess Avari and the God Solur from his youthful trips to the temples in Purgatory. But there were others, ones whoes names he did not know. He leaned over the ebony statue of a woman, her race was unlike any he’d seen. Real cloth covered her slender form, a rich dark orange that contrasted with the shiny, dark wood. At her feet was carved  a broken sword and beside it, a wilted flower. He gripped his sword belt to keep from touching the dainty little statue.

“Even the gods die, hume.” The voice was rough, far from friendly and Zander straitened and found himself face to face with a fairly short rahaun. Black eyes peered from a pasty pale face, framed by dark hair, almost but not quite black. His one ear was double-tipped but looked odd, almost like webbing between the points, the other looked half torn off though both were decorated with fine chains and dangling round charms. “I’m dark rahaun, boy. You can stop staring.”

Zander blinked and felt his face heat up as the dark rahaun passed him. “Forgive me, I hadn’t realized I was.”

“Everyone stares at the dark rahaun.” He sniffed and moved behind the counter. He wore gray robes that looked threadbare. “It is a minor annoyance, one I am used to.” He lifted the little statuette Zander had been staring at, his long fingernails clacked on the wood. “This is the Goddess Vent.” He set it on the counter, tapping the head of the statuette. “She died, at the hands of the other gods, a long long time ago. Even the gods die.”

“I’m looking for Mage Nordel.” Zander said, trying to shake off the unease the dark rahaun’s words gave him.

The Dark Rahun’s eyebrows twitched and a strange smile curved his lips and he stroked the carved hair. “She was betrayed by the other gods, you know.” He looked up and placed both hands on the counter. “Some say she will come back, some say she waits for the right time.”

“My mother knew a dark rahaun whoes name is Nordel, if you are not he, can you tell me where to find him?”

“You don’t care for the gods?”

Zander gritted his teeth, unease replaced by irritation. “The gods can kiss my ass. Are you Mage Nordel?”

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So I seem to be doing a hit and miss when it comes to posting nano progress over here. I apologize for slacking. In my defense, I’ve been on medications that have left me a wee bit loopy.

Today as I was tapping away I had the background of a fav character fall into my lap. I was floored at the implications, at what he, as a person, does for his people. I’ve always known he was going to feature in his own book, now I think I know why.

I also realized that one reason I feel the need to write Bastard Prince and Crossroads before any of the other stories is because it lays groundwork and setting down for the other books in the series. As always I worry that I will do it justice. But you know what? It is ready to be done.


NaNo Snip


When they returned Lady Tienovey was speaking softly in High Rahaun. Tears stood out on her cheeks and Lord Merdoc stood behind her. Her clothing even her hair and her skin began to glow. Zander shot a startled look at Hayner but the man had bowed his head.

“She’s asking the goddess to send their spirits to havna,” Hayner murmured without cracking an eyelid.

Zander looked back at the Lady. She stood with her hands spread out in front of her, palms down. The light that pulsed around her spiraled down her arms to her hands, falling in a golden waterfall over the bodies, scattering the little flying bugs. She closed her hands, letting them fall to her sides and said something else. The mound of dirt that was piled to the side moved in a fluid-like stream to the shallow graves, covering the bodies of the dead.

When it finished Lady Tienovey leaned back against Lord Merdoc, who, with an arm over her shoulders,  led her towards the head wagon, his expression blank. 


Happy Writing fellow writers!


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NaNo day 9

I skipped a few days, and I apologize for that. Things have been rocky on the homefront.

Nano and writing.

Due to home issues my output has suffered, but that is all right, I’m still getting words, the story is still getting down. But I don’t think I’ll shoot for the double nano this year. Just regular nano is fine with me.

Each person has their own writing styles. I find that with every story I work on, I learn more about what works for me and what doesn’t. I love the fact that with writing I am always learning in someway, whether through research or just seeing a new method of putting things together.

I worked this up last night before crashing:


“Dark Rahaun?” Zander asked, tripping over the words. He wasn’t familiar with the term, but one of his letters was addressed to a Mage Nordel.

“years ago,one of the offspring of the first great Emperor of the Rahaun,”

“Tulel.” Valen interjected. Petlr scowled at him and continued.

“Decided to play with the dimensions, that is other-realms. Anyways he opened what they called Rift Gates and discovered a world they called the Shadowlands.” Petlr inhaled from his pipe and exhaled a long stream of sweet-smelling smoke before continuing. “Well, there was an uprising among the Rahaun, this happened thousands of years before the Humans arrived, by the way, this was toushish, long ago.” He hit the pipe again and spread his hands apart somehow managing to keep hold of it. “The emperor was almost killed and in retaliation he banished seven families, large families, through the Rift Gates and then ordered them torn down. For thousands of years no one knew what befell those families, until the war of Vent. It was that war, when the gods marched against her that the goddess Vent opened a rift across the Valley of Tour, what is now Pearthea,” he shot a direct look at Zander. “and let loose an army of Dark Rahaun, the descendants of those the emperor banished so long ago.”



NaNo count:  13,099 / 50,000

Book Count   13,099/ 150,000
And yes I am going to keep writing past the end of nano to simply finish this damn book. Then the plan is to finish Elemental Truth Edits to get that ready to publish after the first of the year. After that, Crossroads will need to be written.

That is the plan, and plans in my life have a tendency to change.

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NaNo Day 3

Well I was hoping to pass the 10k mark but I got far too exhausted by the time midnight rolled around. Yesterday’s total wordcount was 3207 bringing the NaNo total to 8307 words.I am pleased with my progress and have already pinpointed several things to change in the edits. If not for the time issue I’d go back but this is NaNo and I am just scribbling notes and moving forward! My overall goal is double nano, but I am just happy to be writing.

Jim Hines, Author of one of my favorite Fantasy books, The Stepsister Scheme has a Q&A about NaNo. It is full of beautiful snark and is over here. And check out his books while you are at it. The Stepsister Scheme is a great twist on fairy tales and I think it was totally well worth the money I spent.




NaNo Snip from Day 3:

“The Gray Dawn is the only tavern and inn in Savna.” Hayner was saying as they made their way down the darkened streets. The tall lamp-posts glowed a soft light which made the cobblestones and the walls of the buildings they passed, glitter like stars. The breeze rocked the branches of the Tree overhead and brought a soft flowery scent to Zander’s nose. He was having a hard time listening to Hayner.

“Up in Daglis there are a few inns and in Tweng is the Gates’ Bane among others, but here all we have is the Gray Dawn.” Hayner continued unaware of Zander’s distraction.

They stopped in front of a large wooden building, the only one Zander had yet seen, and Hayner pushed the double doors open.

The smell was a mixture of hops and hams, sweet and salty scents, none of the stale beer or vomit stench that permeated in the taverns in the south. A large fireplace dominated the room and lamps slung on thick chains hung from the ceiling, the light flickering and casting a gentle glow over the faces of the patrons. Humes and Rahaun alike were eating, talking, drinking and smoking and some were singing a song in the corner.

Zander followed Hayner to a large circular table and sat in the leather covered chair staring over the dining hall in mute disbelief. 

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NaNo Stats Day 2

Yesterday was one of my children’s birthday. I had to wait till after the birthday stuff before I was able to write. Then I was able to kick out 1700 words exactly (the last few words were a struggle).

Today is a bit calmer so I am hoping to kick out a large amount. **crosses fingers**



NaNo Snip, Day 2

“My mother spent time here years ago. She left behind letters to old friends. I’m delivering them.” Zander said.

Valen stilled and Nadja’s eyes went wide.

“Who was your mother lad?” Valen’s voice was flat, eyes narrow.

“The Lady Myrna. And old friend of mine.” Master Ander’s bumped into Valen as he struggled with an overlarge crate, pushing it into Valen’s arms. “Put this on the head wagon.”

Nadja’s eyes had gone wide and she and Hayner exchanged stunned looks.

“Zander, come help me with these wagons over here.” Master Anders took his arm and forcefully guided him to the other wagons. He felt the eyes of the others on him.

“I forgot about that.” Master Anders muttered. “Valen…”

“He knew my mother.” Zander said flatly.

“Not entirely. I did warn you, she made friends and enemies.”

“And Valen…”

“Not an enemy.” Valen interrupted. The man stared at Zander then glanced at Anders. “You are not your mother.” He extended a hand out. “There are others who will not be so amiable.”

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NaNo sets off, NaNo Snip #1

Since my schedule allows for it I went ahead and stayed up for 12:00 to arrive then wrote 2036 in just over two hours. Was going to go for 3 k however one of my littlest ones woke up and I just couldn’t keep my eyes opened.

So some of you requested snips… Just keep in mind, it is NaNo and it is rough.



Snip # 1

He patted his vest and silently counted the street numbers of the warehouses. Finding the one he sought he hesitated, re-reading the script on the metal plaque. 

Master Anders

He took a deep breath. The first letter was to this stranger. He pushed the tall wooden door open. A wall of heat hit him as he entered. The room beyond was narrow, lined with tapestries and bookshelves and dominated by a large desk and a huge man sitting at it scribbling away at parchment with a feather quill.

“The ship has not yet arrived, I am waiting impatiently for the shipment also.” The man said in the rahaun language, not looking up. Zander was pleased, he understood it! A part of him feared he’d learned it wrong. “I will send word when it arrives!”

“I’m not here about a shipment.” Zander said, carefully. The man scratching on parchment paused but he didn’t look up.

“Interesting accent, one I haven’t heard in a long time. Where you from lad?” He dipped his quill into the small pot of ink in front of him and resumed his scratching on the parchment.

Zander frowned. “Pearthea. But I’ve been in Balinor for a couple years.”

The scratching stopped and the man looked up sharply, his eyes going wide staring at Zander.

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