In December, I plan to…

…read at my friend’s wedding. Hooray! :)

…have a night out with Seymour. Minus the kids. Double hooray! :D

…finish this round of revisions on The Lokana Chronicles, take a break from it, and then dive back in with notes from my awesome CP.

…savor my children’s glee on Christmas morning.

…spend lots of time with family.



…take lots of pictures. One can never have too many pictures.

…cook. A lot.

…crank up the Christmas music to eleven.

…try not to lose any more of my marbles. :D

What about you? What do you plan to do in December?

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Collaboration station

So today we were supposed to share a collaborative post for Writing 101. And I did reach out to someone, but then life happened, as it does so often. That post will go up at some point, but for now, here are some of the posts I’ve enjoyed reading lately:

  • To begin with, everyone is important. You may never know how important you are to another person, but rest assured that you are.
  • I love reading Chuck Wendig’s blog, and his recent posts concerning the midpoint of a novel were of great interest to me since I’ve been slogging through a mushy middle for months. The second post, in particular, helped me figure out the answer to a question that’s been bothering me for quite a while now. Also, you can’t go wrong including Darth Vader in a post. ;)
  • How can you not love a post revolving around The Princess Bride? If you, like me, have a deep and abiding love for sportsmanlike giants and swashbuckling Spaniards, then check out this post by rarasaur.

What about you? What have you enjoyed reading lately?

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How I got (back) to the Brook

These are very, very, VERY general directions, you understand.  Also, this trip will take years.  Decades, even.  But it’s totally worth it – even the bad parts.  And oddly enough, this is something I’d been thinking a little bit about already, as one of the many people I spoke with last night at my book signing asked if I’d been anywhere else, aside from my hometown and my adopted hometown.

So, kind woman, if you’re reading this, I hope you enjoy the book you bought from me and I hope this answers your question. :)

1. Start at the Grundy Hospital.  Cry, scream, bawl, but also be cute enough to make those two big people take you home with them.  They look nice.

2. Follow the big people to Reinbeck.  Grow up a little, gain a sister, make some friends.

3. Refuse to leave home when the rest of the family wants you to go with them after the woman dies.  Insist on staying with the man who brought you home from the hospital.  Make more friends, who help you out when things get tough (and they get tough a lot).  Never give up.


4. Go
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Far Away

Today we were supposed to mine our own material for post ideas.  I’d started another narrative poem a while back, so I took the opportunity to finish it.  I hope you enjoy! :)

connectionA long time ago
In a land far away,
There lived a young woman
Who dreamed of the day
When her lover would take her
Far, far away,

Far from the world
She had known all her life,
A world full of greed
And heartache and strife,
Where change was wrought
With the blade of a knife.

But year after year
And day after day…

Secretary Daydreams

Today’s challenge was to recreate a day – or, more challenging yet, an hour – in the life of, well, anyone, I suppose. I took the opportunity to write another short story. Below you’ll find an hour in the life of Abby Dunleavy, bored secretary. I hope it’s entertaining. :)wind

Skiing is great fun, if you know what you’re doing. I, of course, had no idea what I was doing, and was positive that the bunny hill I was careening wildly down was really a black diamond.

“Snowplow! Snowplow!” my best friend Janey yelled.

My head snapped left, then right, then dead ahead. “Where?!”

The bottom of the hill was rapidly approaching, as was the parking lot.

But the phone rang before I could crash into a parked car. I snatched the receiver out of the cradle before the first ring had finished and sighed. “Arnold Rowan and Scates, this is Abby. May I help you?”

I half listened as…

The Runaway Princess

Adrina begged every deity she could think of to keep her safe as the storm raged outside. She prayed that the waves would not find her, but her pleas fell on deaf ears.  The gods stood watch as the waves crashed against her door, one after another, seeking her in every nook and cranny till they found her at last.  When she could fight them no longer, the waves dragged her away, sobbing, and back to the sea she went, back to her father the king, back to her home and the punishment she knew awaited.

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If we were having coffee…

coffee…I’d tell you how much I’m looking forward to having a day off.  Not that it will happen any time in the near future, but hey – a girl can dream.

…I’d tell you that I’ve only got twenty pages left of The Price of Mercy to rewrite.  I can’t believe I’m so close to being done with this draft.  Now if only I weren’t taking half-hour lunch breaks the next two weeks… :)

…I’d tell you that it truly boggles my mind to think that Thanksgiving is only a week and a half away.  Wasn’t it just January last week?  Where has 2015 gone?

…I’d tell you that I need a nap.  Badly.  Anyone know where I can get the time for that? :D

…I’d ask how things are going with you.  After all, it’s probably been way too long since the last time we caught up.

What about you – if we were having coffee, what would you have to talk about?  Tell me below!

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