Today is Memorial Day.
My message today is simple.
ALL GAVE SOME
SOME GAVE ALL.
Today is Memorial Day.
My message today is simple.
ALL GAVE SOME
SOME GAVE ALL.
I’m a habit girl. I know this is supposed to be my ‘New Year – New Everything’ year, and in many ways, it is. But then there are the things that I’ll be fighting tooth & nail to remain status quo. I’m losing many of these, but dang it’s a battle.
This week, it’s learning a new phone. I want…desperately want, not to do this. I didn’t get a choice though. The cell that I’ve coddled and carried for the last 5 years decided that it wanted to play games – games like, did you have a call, or not? Did you send that text, or didn’t you? Did the call you missed leave a voice mail, or not? Maybe I’ll share it with you tomorrow…or not. It mocks me.
I know…in today’s climate, 5 years is an exceptional life for a cell phone device to function. And, for some things, it is still working just the way it always did. Unfortunately, for the communication things that I carry it for most, not so much. Begrudgingly, I made the trek and took the plunge into a newer model over the weekend. It’s painful folks. Sincerely, pain-filled.
I want the old. I want the familiarity of the feel of it against my hand. I want the ability to key in that mid-slumber muse without having to look at the screen and be blinded awake. I want the not so new sense of it being just as it has always been. That’s not going to happen.
No, I have to learn a new phone, new icons, new short-cuts, new pretty much everything. I’m not a technology person to begin with. This…is akin to being flayed alive for me. I’m still worn and bloodied from the first twenty-four hours. I have 15 days to decide if I like it…but to what end? I can’t get my old one to work, and there isn’t a newer model that is close enough to fool this old habit girl.
SO…if you see me cursing a bit more, or angling for sanity…it’s Savie-speak for I hate the NEW part of this particular adventure. Down the road, it will lessen I’m sure, but not yet. And, I don’t think anytime soon. How ironic that I’ve left a piece of my soul with a bit of technology. One that I don’t know that I ever truly mastered the potentials of.
For all the ‘New Year – New Everything’ I’ve got going on. Today I want the old. I’m going to grab a fresh tablet and see if some long-hand word work will compensate. Maybe…at least until the next text or something happens. Then, like earlier, I’ll wonder absently at just how much I really need that in my life…because if not – I can have the old one back…right? A girl can dream.
As you may recall, I’ve been a busy beaver lately. With 4 releases in roughly 8 weeks, it’s been a bit helter-skelter. BUT, without it, I would not have the latest “Oh” moment, thanks to a reader.
Baiting a Berserker came out last week…and woahmygosh Y’all blew me out with the numbers. So far up to #3 in category AND on the Hot New Releases charts… I’m stunned silly and speechless…but let me say THANKS!
Anyhoop…one of the readers, who noticed that Fynn is a bit long-winded, made a comment about paragraphing in dialogue, which forced me to do what I always do…hit the books and research it. I’m tickled for the lesson. I was right to break the monologue into paragraphs, but there is a better way to distinguish it in the larger body. SO THANK YOU! I learned something new because you read my work and made me look. I love that.
A writer is never more than the reaction of a reader who enjoys the story. You guys have sent me flying. I’ll never have enough words for that.
Read something great til we meet again.
Monday…just the word is menacing and foreboding, eh? This Monday is month end, quarter end, surgery for my father, wrap the to-do list, and pack for another signing day…which may spill into Tuesday at this rate.
I cannot possibly tell you about the last two weeks…but they’ve been manic, to say the least. I was asked last year about doing a Kindle World. No way that was going to fit into the agenda, so I begged off to wait for 2018. Guess what? 2018 arrived while I wasn’t looking and WHAM…here we are. I was supposed to do the KW in the summer and fall, but some other projects shifted and I thought, “Why not?”
Yeah…I’m just that crazy.
SO, I spent the 30+ total hours of road time to the coast and back working on the verbal manuscript…and a couple of other books via plotting and outlining techniques. Some schedule shifting is probably imminent…but now, so is a Kindle World release for Paranormal Dating Agency. Might I introduce you to Baiting a Berserker…joining the lineup for the April 10th PDA KW release group? 🙂
Addian Hevir doesn’t want a mate, he needs one…to save his clan, and himself before the beast within consumes what’s left of his humanity. As a berserker, it’s only a matter of time before one, or both happen. Time is perilously short.
Fynn Barrow has had more than her share of Mr. Wrongs. A strong, independent Mer-woman, she’s not going to be content with just any man. She needs to be wanted by one who can meet her challenges in return. She’s not interested in playing the damsel in distress, or the dutiful housewife, to anyone.
Gerri confidently pairs them, but it only takes one meeting for them both to have doubts. Can two dominant personalities find balance to come together before others interfere and send one to their death, and the other back to square one? Or, will it take the imminent threat to drive them where they need to be?
There you have it, and it’s the test…because I’m still tapped for summer and fall KW releases, which honestly is a weird idea to me. I’m used to writing around the literary world wherever the muse goes…this sticking in one place will take some adjusting. Let me know how I do.
I just realized I missed posting yesterday. I spent the evening trying to wrap a WIP that’s coming due SOON. Because being left to finish my task is simply not part of the agenda around here, I spend the last of the evening fighting with the youngest about college. hooray.
I have covers to reveal yet, and things to share, but as I’m running late…here’s a little piece of the WIP. It’s unedited and I’m sorry ’bout that. Crossing my everythings that next week posting goes smoother.
love & light
From Black Guard
(the counterpoint story to Rogue)
I know it was fortunate that I was fighting alongside the king that moment. The Demspay war was well into its sixth or seventh century then. Only Tonnemar could defend so many. He risked everything to become that day, exposing himself as a true Dragon before the entire host of opponents on the battlefield. Not only that, but in Dragon form, his mark was easily seen. He was not only a true Dragon, but he was the King. He might as well have painted a target on his back. But, even knowing the risks, he did not hesitate. As I and a handful of others watched on, he laid waste to scores of opponents, clearing a path for our escape. How many of us were saved from the killing blows that could easily have come by our compromised positions, I never stopped to count then. Today, I count one, me.
Still working away on the New Year – New Everything. Some days are an exquisite disaster, and others…well, others are just exquisite. The last couple of them have been a mishmash as I’m trying to get work done on several fronts and gather all my little ducks to get the annual, early year pain called taxes accomplished and into the rear-view. One day at a time…but soon it will be over and the ‘ounce’ of pain will be assessed and done.
Today has been erratic at best. As many of you may have heard, the reader-writer community lost a bright light. Kelly Langford was the embodiment of everything that makes writers want to keep writing. As a reader, she was quick with a smile, and always laughing, even when things looked bleak. I remember meeting her years ago in New Orleans at a signing and being confused when she asked me for my favorite color. I did not know then that she was a wiz with a crochet hook. I learned fast.
Over the years since, she’s gifted me with several items that I look at now, and debate if I can bring myself to use them again. My fingerless gloves so I could type in my basement office and keep my hands warm, an adorable matching scarf so I could step out in style, and most recently an expandable produce bag for the market so I could see where the squishables were. All practical, and all in my favorite lime green. All now staring at me from the shelf, a vivid reminder that they are the last physical pieces that will arrive from her. Sad is a word that doesn’t have near enough letters or depth of meaning to convey how deeply the community will feel this loss for ages to come.
To Whitney her daughter (my bracelet is by the things mom made me) I cannot convey how treasured the memories of the two of you at events and online will become…and stay. I look forward to hearing about how you soar and become all that you’ve dreamt of. This isn’t for today, it’s for always. To Kelly’s son…make mama proud. She’s still watching.
I could go on at length, but as we all grieve, it’s too raw, too soon, and I don’t want it to be too much. I only ask for a moment of silence if you please for a soul I hope is now at peace. Fly high sweets.
On other fronts, because today’s low can’t hold the train, What’s Up and coming? There are still lots of things to reveal, and this Monday is no different. I have yet another cover for you to oooo and ahhhh over. 🙂
Coming in March will be a small, short run set called Magic Rising. In it will be the counterpoint story to Rogue, titled Black Guard. It is Ciannait’s story for the same window we walked with Asa. Once that’s out…and Rogue will be out for an additional stint in Dark Rising, coming May 1st…I’ll be releasing the continuation of the tales.
Excited? I know several of you are…you haven’t let me hear the end of it. 🙂
So, without further ado…here is the set cover for Magic Rising.
(I might be a bit partial…but how could I not? Uhhhhm Hello?? Dragon.)