Wednesday, December 2, 2015

By the skin of my teeth...

... and nowhere near complete. But, praise the Lord and pass the valium, I made it.


Tuesday, October 27, 2015

An Unfortunate Series of Events

Or for you military-oriented folk, a SNAFU.

My own lack of knowledge on Goodreads led to the inadvertent showing of my first three book covers early. As such, I now have to get a move on with writing what goes beneath those covers. Rest assured, I didn't make the covers and do nothing as far as content. All three stories are well underway. So in the meantime, enjoy the view, the teasers and anything else that spills into the internet void prematurely as a result of my ineptitude and know the rest is coming. Soon.

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

It's Getting Real..

...and a little scary. With the one year countdown to Carolina Book Fest officially underway and the inadvertent early release of three (yes, three) of my book covers, I'm getting more exposure than I was prepared for. As the result of a well-placed vent in defense of independent authors and a video post that appears to be going viral, I have been lucky enough to be presented with some opportunities that I am so grateful for, including a guest blogger article at RandiLeeWrites.com. Read that as, I'm not writing fast enough and it has me panicking at my self-imposed deadline. But never fear, Dear Reader. I will get it done, my intention to have one short story and one novella out by summer of 2016 so that I am releasing the first full-length novel in the series in time for CBF. The plan is to have all three available as print copies for purchase at the event. So, I wanted to check in and let you know that you may well be seeing less and less of me. But, don't worry, I'm still here.. drowning in words.

Monday, September 21, 2015

The World is Growing..

... faster than I can get it on paper. Oh, Constant Reader... I'm fighting for every word and I'm almost terrified to keep writing when everytime I do, it turns into another book. But, fear not, I refuse to get sucked into anymore back story for The Tribe. We're at  4 novels and 2 novellas and THAT'S IT. Unless another voice pops up after that. God help me.

The lineup as it stands:
The Wind- Kokumthena and Kesewagaase : I thought a few might like a novella telling how this whole mess got started.
The Spirit - Annie and Weshemoneto: Because you all want to know how the twins got here, right?
The Holler- Sig and Jess - The first of the novels set in modern times. *rubs hands* Let the games begin.
The River - Mat and Taylor. good god.
The Storm- Askewhateau and Emma. Admit it, you're curious about the Nenimkee, aren't you?
The Mountain: Tank and Wanzosig (No, that's not her real name. You want to know it, you'll have to read.)  Oh Tank. You poor bastard. You're in for it with this one.

I do plan on leaving this open in case I want to add to the world later but, for now, my plan is to have The Wind, The Spirit and The Holler completed within the next 6-8 months. Bear with me. This world is getting deep and requires a lot more research than you'd think.

Now.. back to work on The Wind. As Kokumthena would say "Yama ahuk tei wuski kelswa."

This is just the beginning.

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

The Cure for the Summertime Blues..

That's a lie. I don't get the summertime blues. I revel in the sun and the heat. I thrive on the scent of seawater and coconut oil. I love the summer. I live the summer. I NEED the summer. What I also needed was my offspring back in school so I could concentrate on something other than the call of the ice cream truck or the sibling squabble turned cage match that is their way of solving who gets the last Capri Sun. I needed the quiet in order to get back to work on my WIP and yesterday was my first day back. I wrote little, plotted much, cried frustrated tears more than once but, I think I'm ready to go back there. I know I'm ready to take you there.

Pack your bags, folks. We're headed back into the mountains.


Sunday, July 26, 2015

The Long Road Home...

To begin with all honesty, I haven’t seen those woods and that town in almost 30 years. Not much has changed from what I can remember. The paths a little more overgrown.. the houses a little more degraded.. but, the people… My people.
A rugged wilderness once populated by the Shawnee Indians, the hills are dotted with ramshackle homesteads and clapboard barns that on first glance you would assume were long abandoned. You’d be wrong.
The whole of the town is sinking back into the hills. Even homes that have not yet been abandoned by the descendants of the founding families are being overgrown with vines and bushes, untended by an aging population who can no longer manage the work themselves. The house my father was born in.. the shanty town where they lived during the coal boom.. the church my great uncle spoke his sermons in.. all are being eaten by the Appalachian foothills they were carved out of.
I made the trek into the woods, past flooded creekwaters and along abandoned train line to the tunnel that is nearly all that remains of Moonville, a coal mine boom town turned ghost town. A ghost town within a ghost town, though even the corpse of Moonville is gone, leaving only a few scattered bones. The tunnel. A couple of disappearing foundations. A handful of nearly unreadable headstones in the cemetery.
But, just as they were when they made the decision to carve a life out of the stony hillsides, the people are proud, sturdy…and stubbornly determined to survive. They still watch outsiders with a wary eye from their porches and barns. They still keep to themselves and their neighbors, watching fields they worked as children become tilled by their great-grandchildren.
My father moved us from there for greener pastures but to him, it’s still home, and in a way, it is to me as well. It was the place where the people that made me began, creating a legacy that- despite the fading way of life- I’m proud of. They’re survivors at heart, you see. Cut from the same stone that they cut their homesteads from. They worked the land and buried their dead in those hills. Whole families rose and flourished only to disappear again. Like we all will one day.
In the end, when the forests of Southeastern Ohio have taken back the homes and the Appalachians reclaims the foothills, they’ll still survive. It’s their way. Our way. And more than anything that can come from my imagination, more than any of the stories this place has inspired in me.. that survival, dear reader.. THAT is the stuff of legend.

Friday, April 24, 2015

The Good Intentions Paving Company

My designs on Camp Nano have failed. Admittedly, I've been tackling some health issues that perhaps will make it into one of my stories but, nonetheless, I am setting a hopeful goal. What began as the first story in a series has evolved to the first story AND its prequel. And I'm thinking.. they need to be made available at the same time. Set in the same place, following the same legend (albeit laying the ground work) but timed nearly 200 years apart. Thoughts? Questions? Comments? Concerns?

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Slightly Masochistic

And I am.. just a little.. underneath my overtones of sadism. I enjoy those greatly. But, every now and then.. just every now and then, mind you, I like to be on the receiving end of pain, even if it's self-inflicted. That being said, while I still bear the scars of participating in 2014's NaNoWriMo, I have signed on to participate in CampNaNoWriMo. Otherwise known as The Word Count Strikes Back. That's right, kittens, for the month of April I am committing to 50,000 words in 30 days in order to get a jump on what has turned into two simultaneous novels. Lord willing and the creek don't rise, you'll see both this summer. Assuming I survive. Pray for me. Or you know.. send liquor. Whatever.

Thursday, February 26, 2015

Actual Writing News

I feel like that title should come with a news ticker sound effect but, I digress.

I was working on my WIP and realized that there are many questions to be answered in the story. It's intended to be the first in a series. So I began a second file to work out the backstory so I can get my characters straight in my head and the backstory TURNED INTO ANOTHER NOVEL.How the hell did I even? I mean, it's a prequel. Or is it technically now Book 1 and my initial story Book 2? Do I release the prequel first? WILL THIS MADNESS EVER STOP? If only straightening out the story was as easy as making covers. Which you folks will never see if I don't get my ass moving. This requires a fresh bottle of whiskey and a lockdown, I fear.

Monday, February 16, 2015

I love progress..

Because eventually, I will run out of things to do that distract me from writing, forcing me to just.. write. Not that I have done nothing. The Holler story is plotted in its entirety, along with the 3 remaining books in the Tribe series. All of their covers are made (my eyes are killing me) and many updates have made it to the website. All that said, here's hoping that you'll all get to see these stories soon. I do plan to post some excerpts as the need takes me, just to keep the juices flowing. Also, because my characters tend to crack me up and who doesn't need a little titter every now and then?

Sunday, February 8, 2015

So I Have a Desk...

...with bookshelves and everything. It almost feels grown up. Until it came to my attention that my office window is an excellent high ground vantage point to pick off neighborhood cats with a paintball gun and then I had to fight to refocus. Little furry bastards learn to stay away fast and now I have no diversion.. just a pile of notes and a laptop monitor staring back at me. Watching. Judging. I guess I'd better get writing.

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

NaNoWriMo...

..will suck the life right out of you. Admittedly, I moved during the holidays and am -in point of fact- still unpacking but, I have yet to even consider looking at my works in progress again yet. Until now. Now I find myself glancing toward my piles of notes and the freshly cracked new year in the hopes of making progress now that all the holiday hullabaloo (that's a great word, right?) has passed. I dont even have a desk but, I have workspace, my things unpacked and a head full of aggravating alpha males all impatiently waiting their turn to be brought to life. Shut up, guys. Next time, you help me pack and things will move faster. Now, all that said, let's see if I can get my tired old word factory kicked back to life, hmmm? It's high time I get back in the saddle.