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Dusting Off the Cobwebs

Dear Readers,

If you’re still out there, thank you.  It’s been a longer than expected hiatus from posting here and for that, I apologize.  There’s a great quote from Hemingway that goes “In order to write about life first you must live it.”   My only excuse is that I have been far too busy living to post here.  Of course, there is also the fact that I am a hopeless procrastinator and have been putting off any attempts to post here.

Since I last wrote, I’ve completed two NaNoWriMo challenges, neither of which were particularly pleasing to me. Saligia, Inc was finished by the end of November 2012 and unless I can come up with some brilliant ideas for a rewrite, is destined for the rubbish bin.  Last November’s work, The Island of Evernow, was slightly more coherent, but still rambling enough that I haven’t had the heart to revisit it.  I may take up the challenge again this year, but only on the condition that I have a well thought out plot and characters long before the starting gun sounds on November 1st.  I should start now if I’m going to have any hope of making that happen.

My writing plans for 2014 are simply to write  and to do so on a regular basis… daily when possible, no less frequently than weekly.  Two weeks into the new year, I’m happy to report that I have worked daily on a fiction piece, produced a poem, and have managed a few thousand words of non-fiction in the form of blog and journal posts.  I plan to continue that pace for the entire year and yes, I will endeavor to shorten the gap between posts here by at least twelve months.

Write to you soon (really! I mean it.),




A Brief Update

I’ve been staying busy with some other blog projects, but I wanted to stop by and give a quick update.

I’ve made a bit more progress with posting At Scythe Point.   Chapters 6, 7, and 8 are available for reading.  I may be cherishing warm and overly sentimental memories, but it seems that writing the novel was easier than getting it posted online.

I’m off to dig out my snow shovel and boots in preparation for that southern snowstorm that the local weatherperson is claiming is on its way.  While I do that, grab yourself a warm cup of hot chocolate and read a couple of chapters.

Full Moon?

The calendar declares that it’s still three days from the full moon, but that lovely lady in the sky must be getting an early start here in the mountains.  If not, there’s something funny in the water, because I’ve posted another chapter of At Scythe Point  online.  That’s right, Chapter 5 has finally arrived after a seven month delay (!).  If the state fair offered prizes for procrastination, you’d be looking at the blue ribbon winner, several years running.

It’s frighteningly easy to let the days weeks months slip away without so much as a thought to ‘finished’ projects, even ones that are still waiting to be posted.  The novels try to make themselves known. They tug at the edges of our conscious with little whispers that say things like “(gasp) Dying here… need to be read… it’s getting darker… read meeeee…”

I really am proving that the moon is full by mentioning that novels talk to their authors, aren’t I?  It’s true though.   The novels speak to us, as do the characters within them.  They inform us of who they are, where they are going, and why they want to go there.  In some instances, the characters rebel within our own heads, refusing to be who we’d so meticulously planned them to be – antagonists suddenly decide to do the right thing, heroines run off with the wrong guy, protagonists suddenly set fire to the town.  When the rebellion turns out to be a brilliant plot twist, we as authors smile and take all the credit.  After all, these characters only exist in our heads, don’t they?

Beyond Chagrined…

I’ve moved past my July chagrin into deep, despondent, and acute embarrassment at the length of time that has elapse since I last posted here.   Could it really be six months since I’ve given this blog the attention it deserves?  Cue the deep blushing and utter mortification of a self-proclaimed writer who fails to actually write on her own blog.

While it doesn’t make up for a lack of posts, I have managed to put pen to paper a few times in the intervening months.  As usual, November flew by in all of its frenetic  NaNoWriMo glory.  This year’s challenge resulted in a partially completed mystery novel and one burnt out writer.  I always question the wisdom and sanity of participating in National Novel Writing Month.  The thrill of the frenzied pace still outweighs the subsequent burnout, so I imagine that I’ll be back again this year.

I’m hoping to have more of At Scythe Point posted shortly… by which, I mean sometime before 2025.  Yes, I’m still embarrassed by my lack of posts.   Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go hide my head in shame behind a pot of Earl Grey while I pencil a reminder in my calender to visit this blog more often.

Another Month, Another Chapter

When I announced that I’d be posting  my first NaNoWriMo novel, At Scythe Point, “as time permits”, I’d sincerely hoped to post an average of one chapter per week.  A month has elapsed since posting the first chapter, but I’m finally able to say that Chapter 2 is now available for reading.  A snail’s pace may not constitute rapid progress, but it is still forward movement never the less.  With any luck, Chapter 3 will not be so slow in publishing.

This winter has been a fallow period creatively and the only writings I’ve managed to complete are a few blog posts.  A planned revision of last year’s NaNo novel, Odinsdatter,  still waits for attention.  With the current backlog of work on my writing desk, the decision of whether or not to participate in this year’s Script Frenzy was an easy one.  Last year was my first and possibly last attempt at this particular challenge.  As I stated when I first embarked on the Script Frenzy challenge, I am a writer of prose and poetry.  My only prior script-writing experience was a re-write of Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet for my freshman English case, a work now thankfully lost to time.  Rather than repeat the last year’s frustration, I think perhaps I’ll dedicate April to that novel revision and posting more of At Scythe Point. Unless of course, the unwritten characters in my head have other ideas.


Slower than Molasses in January

That’s how quickly I’ve been moving when it comes to getting things posted here on WordPress.  Unfortunately, whether we like it or not, writers are occasionally forced to dwell in the real world and deal with real world difficulties, usually in the form of day jobs, illnesses, and other terrible beasties that feed on our creative juices.  I’m afraid that my downfall has been a respiratory virus that refuses to be vanquished in spite of being inundated with medication and gallons of chicken noodle soup.  The good news is that it does seem to be on the verge of surrender- score one for the good guys and their noodle soup.

The good news is that, while slow, there is progress being made behind the scenes.  My first NaNoWriMo novel, At Scythe Point,  is going through a quick edit and revision so that it can be posted here in its entirety. In time, I’d like to post my other novels as well.  My second NaNo, When Shadows Come, may present some challenges due to mature content, but I’m working to see if I can find a way to post it without offending anyone’s “delicate sensibilities”.  I’ll post updates as I make more progress on these.

For now, I’m off to try to slay this respiratory virus for good with a cup of tea and several hours of sleep.

Hard Hats On, Please!

My new online home is still technically under construction, but I’ve decided to go ahead and unlock the front door.  Welcome! Come on in, grab a book, and have a seat.  Just keep your hard hat and steel-toed shoes on a bit longer.  Don’t mind the dust, all will be righted shortly.

My old blog posts have not migrated here, but most of the other elements from the old site have. Elements from the old site like Author’s Notes and Writer’s Resources are going to be integrated into the blog rather than being stand-alone pages. I’m still working out the best way to present full-length novels, so those are conspicuously absent for now.

A few changes in communication have been made as well.  I’ve done away with the guest book, but there is a contact form on the site for sending love notes and hate mail.  To keep the site tidy, reader comments are available only on the blog; feel free to post there if you have something to say.  I welcome honest reviews and constructive criticism.  Spam and other forms of nastiness will be deleted without mercy, so don’t even bother.

That’s the quick tour of the new home.  I need to nip off to my study and do a bit of that esoteric act called writing.

Moving Day

With the turning of the calender to a new year, comes a change in online venue for my writing.

The old site admittedly looked a little like a collage of my favorite cemetery photos plastered over with my writing and some other interesting tidbits.  It appeared that way because, well,  that’s exactly what it was.  While serving its purpose, it was not a pleasant project to deal with on the administrative end, nor was it particularly user-friendly.  For a reason that I haven’t yet determined, it liked to pop-up a security warning every time a new page loaded. Result: one unhappy writer with a dysfunctional website.

This new home should, with any luck at all, look and feel a little more integrated than the last one. Eventually perhaps, with a little help from some IT savvy friends, there may be an independent website with its own domain.  For now, I’m perfectly content to take advantage of the ease and functionality of WordPress.

For those who have followed me here from the old site, thanks for being patient and for caring about the babblings of an eccentric and eclectic writer.  While I’d write even if no one ever read a word of it, it’s nice to know that there are other people who are sharing this journey with me.