My BFF talked me into trying my hand at writing. This will be the public site for my posting, my WIP comments, Short Stories, Poems, and just general thoughts on my writing journey. I welcome everyone to read and post comments. Constructive criticism is welcome, trolls…not so much. ;}
Hubby had to take a class in Hawaii, so w’er here in Honolulu until next Wed. We flew in on the 16th and have been enjoying the weather, the beach, and the Aloha that Hawaii has to offer. We have a great ocean front room on Waikiki beach, with dual views of the ocean. We’re staying at the Hale Koa, which is a Army property. As such we got a great room rate for the room.
We’ll be bcak to the mainland this coming week, which means I have to hit the writing hard. I’ve done pretty good here. About a 1k words each time I work at it. Wish I had these views at home. LOL!
So for now…Aloha from Hawaii!
Here’s some pictures from our trip so far.
Now for some random food and drink pictures.
I’m making some progress on the text to speech edit of Taylor – Paranormal Operations, Inc. This is the edited version of chapter 24. After all the chapters are done, then it will be off to a pro editor.
Shay looked up from the report he’d been reading as a rumble shook the building. A second one rolled through before the first one had ended. Immediately alarms rang, their high pitch squeal loud enough he cringed.
“What the fuck?” He murmured jumping up from his seat and headed to the closed office door, ripping it open and striding out into the operations center. “What the hell is going on? Where did those explosions come from?” He shouted the questions over the screaming alarms as he moved to the center of the room.
“The surveillance cameras are down in both the garage and the adjacent staircase.” A voice answered from the left. Shay swung his head in that direction. A man named Tomas sat in front of a bank of video screens that showed the feeds from the cameras that monitored the Paranormal Operations Irish headquarters. Tomas glanced at Shay as he continued. “The blasts were in those areas. The other cameras nearby show the staircase blocked and the elevator to the garage is out.”
“Casualties?” Shay barked. “And turn off that fucking alarm!” A woman answered from a desk next to the bank of screens.
“Yes sir.” Her eyes never left her computer screen as her fingers raced over the keyboard in front of her. The screaming alarm cut off suddenly. “No casualties reported so far, sir.” She added. Tomas broke in before she could say something further.
“There were people in the garage, sir.” He peered back down, pressing a few keys on his keyboard. “You need to see this, sir.” Shay tensed and moved to stand next to Tomas.
“Who?” Shay demanded. Tomas gestured at a side monitor. The screen switched from black to a still image of the garage, with one stab of his finger, Tomas started the video playback. Shay hissed out a breath.
On the screen was Devon and Taylor along with Mikhail Romanov. There wasn’t sound with the video but it was obvious that the couple was saying goodbye. The following minutes of the video recorded the two men checking the SUV for supplies before they got into the vehicle and drove out of the garage. After it disappeared from view, Shay watched as Taylor turned around and glared right into the camera before passing out of view.
“So they made it out before the blasts?” Shay questioned, note of relief in his tone. Tomas shook his head.
“The camera in the area near the elevator caught this.” He pressed several more keys and different scene filled the screen. Taylor walked into view, her head down as she worked her phone. She stiffened and turned as a red headed figure moved into the frame from the bottom of the screen. Even from the back, Shay knew who he was.
“O’Grady.” He hissed, watching the leprechaun raise a weapon and fire. Taylor threw herself to the side trying to avoid O’Grady’s shots. Shay’s hands curled into fists at his side as Taylor jerked from multiple impacts before she slid down the wall and slumped over.
“Fucking bastard!” He snarled, as O’Grady turned, flipping both of his middle fingers at the camera. He grabbed one of Taylor’s legs and dragged her body from view. A few minutes later the video shook as the first explosion went off, then within seconds the elevator doors blasted outward and the video died.
Shay glanced at his watch, gauging how much time since the explosions. Five minutes, he thought with grimace. Five minutes for everything to go to hell.
“Track where that bastard took agent Conner,” he instructed Tomas, his voice hard. Tomas frowned as he started to speak.
“I’ll try, sir, but…” He swallowed at the dark look Shay aimed at him before he continued. “With the camera destroyed in the garage, I’ll have to piece together what I can from the surrounding traffic cameras.” Tomas peered at the keyboard in front of him as he muttered to himself. “If I sync the time of the garage blast with the traffic cameras on both corners nearest to the building and check for any vehicles going through those intersections…”
“Just fucking do it.” Shay said before he turned to speak to the female agent seated nearby.
“Get the EOD to the garage and after they’ve swept it for evidence, get a team to remove the rubble.” The explosive ordnance disposal team was made up of a few well trained agents at each headquarter site. The woman’s fingers flew over her keyboard as Shay shot orders to her. “Have another team access the damage to the garage and the surrounding space for structural damage.” He glanced at the woman. “You’ve got that?” he asked. She nodded and replied without looking up from her screen.
“Yes, sir.” Shay turned and strode toward his office. He reached for the phone that rested on his hip and punched the speed dial number for Devon.
“Devon’s going to lose his fucking shit about this.” He said as he waited for the other man to answer.
So… I’m using NaturalReader to do a second round of editing. By using text to voice, I can pick up the “little” stuff I missed in the first round of editing/rewrites. You know, the missing small words that your mind “sees” even if they aren’t really there. I was rolling right along, doing a chapter at a time, making changes, saving them to my main word doc. So I get to chapter 7 and find I have to reboot my PC (Windows Update can be such a nag!). So I checked each chapter in my doc. I got to chapter 4 and… what the heck! It’s GONE! Totally GONE!
Time to panic! I had the wip rough draft but that didn’t have any of my changes. The good news is, with Naturalreader I had saved each chapter as an .mp3 file to listen to later. But how to get that audio file back to a text file? After some Googling, I found an online transcriber.
Only draw back is that, when transcribed, it looks like this:
Rage rolled off Devin in waves.
Shay drew himself up to his full six foot six height.
His mouth tightened and displeasure.
Knock it off.
I had no reason to think this assignment was anything other than what I told you it was.
It seems I wasn’t given all the facts either.
I can assure you.
I will find out who’s decision it was to keep us in the dark.
I can tell you though part Shay.
A new voice came from the kitchen doorway behind Devin.
So now I have to put the whole chapter back together. Ok, started that, worked all evening on it, and went to bed. Next morning I found that my PC had rebooted itself with a second update (come on Microsoft, you’re killing me here!). And dumb me hadn’t saved my work from the night before. So to make this sad story a bit shorter. I’ve redone most of chapter 4 THREE time! The last time I screwed up and closed it down myself. I’m hoping the 4th time will the last!
So I’m going with this chapter is freaking HAUNTED!
“Taylor…” Devon groaned as he opened his eyes, his body stiff from being on the floor so long. He shifted his legs and grimaced as sharp tingles raced up and down his legs. Taylor’s body moved with his, still a dead weight in his arms.
“Taylor!” Devon stared down at her still pale face as his eyes searched for signs of life. “Come on, Mo ghra, come back to me. Open those amazing eyes!” Her body stayed still. Devon glanced up at Aveta standing over them.
“Do something, dammit, you’re a fucking Goddess!” He demanded. “I did what you told me to do and went after her. She was coming back with me!” One hand touched Taylor’s pale blue lips. “Why isn’t she…”
“The athame is preventing her from returning.” Aveta explained. “Only you, her true mate, can remove it before she can travel back to this world.” She looked at Taylor. “There’s no more time, Devon, you have to do it now or she’ll be lost to this world.”
“Remove it?” He glanced up at the Goddess. “How the fuck do I do that? Just yank it out?” Aveta shook her head and sighed.
“You grasp the handle of the blade and smoothly draw it out.” She answered. “Yank it out and you could damage Taylor’s heart and she may truly die.” Devon cursed under his breath and wrapped the fingers of one hand gently around the athame handle. It warmed at his touch and he felt power singing within the blade. His fingers tightened and he slowly started to slide the blade from his mate’s heart.
“Carefully, Devon.” Aveta cautioned. Devon froze, looking up at the goddess with a glare before returning his attention to the athame. Inch by inch he withdrew it from Taylor’s heart until at last the tip of it pulled free. A swell of blood filled the hole it left before starting to spread out, being wicked by her shirt.
“Shit!” Devon bit out as he dropped the bloody athame and pressed his hand over the wound. Instinctively he forced his magic into the wound but as depleted as his magic was, it didn’t slow the flow of blood.
“Fuck!” Devon growled, desperation in his voice. “I can’t stop the bleeding.” A cool touch
brushed the side of his cheek and a wave of pure, light magic rushed through him and into Taylor’s open wound. He watched closely as it started to close from the inside, breathing a sigh of relief as the bleeding slowed, than stopped. Next the wound closed until only a faint scratch remained on Taylor’s breast. Devon’s body tensed as for the space of a few heartbeats nothing happened. Suddenly Taylor’s body jerked and she gasped, drawing in a deep lungful of air. Her eyes, when they opened, swirled a violet color. The paleness of her cheeks gradually turned to a pale pink and the tip of her tongue peeked out from between dry lips, trying to moisten them.
“Dev… Devon?” she sounded confused, lost. He sat up, pulling her with him, his arms wrapped tightly around her.
“Shhh, Mo ghra,” he whispered into her hair. “I have you and we’re both safe.” Taylor’s body trembled as her eyes drifted closed once more and Devon’s arms tightened around her. “Stay with me, love.” He ordered softly, his mouth now next to her ear. “Open those amazing eyes of yours and stay with me.”
“Come into the light, Kaden Regan.” Her words more of a command
then a request. A low growl preceded the scowling young man that walked from
the shadows, eyes never leaving the goddess’s face. Aveta gave him a small
smile when he stopped a foot from father’s body. They stared at
each other, one slightly amused and the other wary but defiant.
“You certainly look like Taylor.” Aveta mused as she studied
him. While the man stood taller and more muscular then his sister,
they looked the same. “Except your hair,” she muttered. Where Taylor’s was
midnight black with swaths of silver framing her face, Kaden’s was silver with
swaths of black. She could see the range of emotions as they swirled in his
dark eyes. Anger. Fear. Confusion. This boy… no, this man had seen and
done things that would haunt him forever.
“Who the fuck are you?” Jaden rasped, body
shaking, hands fisted at his sides.
“I am the Goddess Aveta,” Aveta drew herself up,
straightening her spine and seeming to grow a few inches. “I helped bring you
and Taylor into this world. I protected your sister from…” she glanced down
to the body at Kaden’s feet. Kaden’s eyes followed hers and one corner of his
mouth curled up into grimace at the sight of William’s body. It smaller than when the man had lived.
“And me?” He bit out before looking up, angry
gaze locking with hers. “Who was supposed to protect me?” Jaden took a half step
closer to Aveta, almost touching the body at their feet. “Who decide I wasn’t
worthy of being protected like my sister?”
“William wanted a son, he wanted you.” she answered. ” I knew
you would live…”
“Live?” Jaden ground out. “Do you even understand what my
life’s been like? What growing up with that… that… piece a shit of a
father was like?”
“But you did live!” Aveta pressed home her point. Jaden
stepped over the corpse, closing the last foot between them. Aveta, tall in
her goddess form, still had to tilt her head back to meet Jaden’s gaze.
“No, not living,” Jaden sneered angrily, “I was just surviving.”
Drawing in a deep breath, Jaden closed his eyes, working to regain some control over his emotions. Eyes still closed he continued. “Do you understand what my life was like with him?” He opened his eyes , anger still there but now they also held a haunted expression. He didn’t wait for the Goddess’s response before continuing.
“I don’t remember very much of him before my thirteenth birthday,
just lots of different women working to care for me. They never lasted longer
than a year or so. Now I realize he’d kidnapped young women with any
kind of magic in their blood. They were permitted to care for me while he drained
their magic…” Aveta touched Jaden’s arm, stopping him .
“You don’t need to tell me, Kaden, I know full well what your father
did to you.”
A snort escaped him. “You knew he was grooming me to do the same
thing? That he compelled me to fuck countless women from the time I turned
thirteen? You understood those…” his voice cracked. “Girls… women…
died each time I fucked them to steal their magic?” He paused and glared into her
eyes. “You knew all of this but decided to only protect my…” With a
snarl he stepped to the side, breaking Aveta’s grip on his forearm. Jaden’s eyes
moved to the couple on the floor. “Was I so worthless you couldn’t…?”
“No!” Now it was Aveta’s turn to be angry. “I… we never thought of you as worthless, Jaden.” She reached out to him. “As much as I disliked leaving
you with him as a babe, I had to. You have your own destiny to fulfill. What
you have endured made you stronger…”
Jaden threw back his head and laughed contemptuously. “Made
me stronger?” The laughter ended abruptly. “What it made me is just like my
father! It made me a murderer.” Turning away, he scanned the floor.
“Kaden, no,” Aveta insisted. “You didn’t kill those girls, your father
did! William wanted you to believe you had, but each one of those countless
deaths came at his hands!” Jaden ignored her comments, spotting the object he’d
been looking for. Bending, he picked up William’s withered heart and clenched
his fist around it. He watched, mesmerized, as thick black blood oozed from
between his fingers and dripped slowly to the floor.
This update is long over due. Not just for my writing, but for me personally as well.
So… my writing “career”… I had started the second book in my Mistletoe, North Pole series. As I got into it, my charterers stopped speaking to me. The more I forced myself to hear them, the more frustrated I became. So I tucked the story away and worked on the Paranormal Operations, Inc story. I had finished it but it needed editing. I’m still working on it. I have 11 or so chapters to do. I’ve noticed as I’ve worked on it, that my writing seemed to improve in the later chapters. I’m using AutoCrit for first round editing and the later chapters have fewer corrections to make (i.e. in story pacing, word use…). Where it was taking me a week to edit one chapter, now I’m doing almost 1 every two days or so. Yeah me! I still need to find a pro editor and a cover artist to complete the book before I can publish. I’m on a shoestring budget for those.
While I’ll probably never be a multi books published a year kind of writer (and to those writers that do… you ROCK!). I would like at least one a year published. I have tons of ideas! One woke me up the other night and I was then up until 4 AM putting ideas for the story on “paper” (really an excel sheet). It’s be a shifter story and I even did a color coded map and names for several packs!
On the personal side, I decide last year to just call myself “retired”. I struggled with looking for a job after the layoff in 2017. I went on interviews but most places were looking for longevity when hiring. Add my age (2-3 years from true retirement) to the fact I was a woman with no degree and the prospects of a job just wasn’t there. So when the unemployment ran out I called it quits. I decide to try my hand at full time writing. Easier said than done, my friends! Being home all day is distracting! I’m kind of back on track now and looking to “officially” retire at the end of this year. Hubby retires in two days, so he’ll be home for a while with me. Might cut back on my writing time some, but he’s worth it! He wants to pick up a part time, consulting gig later this year.
And there you go… all caught up! One thing I want, no need, to do, is keep both my blogs up to date. Good intentions abound in the New Year!
I’ve been MIA from this blog and my Author’s blog for a long time. But I haven’t stopped working on my writing. I’ll have to do an update post after this one. But I have been working! Here’s the first part of chapter 20 of Taylor – Paranormal Operations, Inc. Front and center is the bad guy of the story. Please feel free to comment!
Slumped in the oversized stuffed chair, Aife O’Hara opened her eyes. and raised her head, eyes struggling to bring the room into focus. Where am I? What happened to me? A painful moan escaped her as she licked bruised and swollen lips. Aife closed her eyes again and tried to move, to raise her hand to touch her lips but it wouldn’t move. Her eyes popped open, and she saw that both hands and ankles were bound wooden chair legs. Panicked, she struggled to free herself as memories of the last few hours filled her mind. A deep chuckle snapped her head up and Aife cringed as she met the gaze of the man leaning against a big desk in front of her.
“Welcome back, Ms. O’Hara,” The man grinned. “I’m sorry for the rather rough treatment of my men before your arrival to my home,” glancing behind her with a slight frown. “I asked Wallace to find me a skilled dowser to assist me in finding a witch.”
William pushed off the desk and walked forward, stopping in front of Aife. She drew back into
the chair as far as her bonds would allow. His eyes, as they held hers, were black and cold. One hand grasped her chin and tilted her head up and his thumb caressed her swollen bottom lip. “I do so hope you can help me.”
“Who… who are you?” Aife stammered. “Where am I?”
“I am William Regan,” He stated, as if he expected her to
know his name. When she didn’t respond, his lips tightened before he continued.
“As I said, you’re in my home in Kilcommon.” He released her chin and stepped back, his eyes roaming over her in the chair.
She was small, maybe five feet in height. William saw the pixie blood that ran in her veins. It showed in her small frame and somewhat pointed ears and eyes that slanted upwards a bit at the corners, but not enough for her to have the gossamer wings of her ancestors. William captured her eyes with his and began a silent chant. His smiled coldly as he watched her eyes grow large and unfocused.
“You will help me find the witch I’m looking for, won’t you, Aife?” His voice was low and hypnotic.
“I… I… can’t.” She said in a soft, sing song voice. William frowned down at her.
“You will.” His spell should have made her totally compliant to his wishes.
“I can’t find witches.” Aife replied with a puzzled frown as she stared up at William standing over her. “I can only find humans and animals.” Her voice trailed off as William released her chin and his lips curled up in a snarl. He glared at the two men standing behind the chair with in fury.
“What the fuck?” he ranted at the two henchmen standing behind the chair. “You were supposed to bring me a witch dowser that could find the witch at the source of that power surge!”
Aife’s head dropped to her chest, her breathing ragged and William returned his attention to her. “Where did you find this little bitch?”
Neither of man responded and he glowered at them. “I asked you both a question,” His words dripped with an icy rage. “And I expect an answer.”
Wallace Flanagan gave his brother, Francis who stood next to him, a furtive glance. Francis didn’t notice, his eyes staring down at his feet. Wallace swallowed, his Adams apple bobbing up and down as he started to speak.
“Um… well…” Voice shaky, he swallowed again.
“We sent a crew to Donegal looking for a dowser, boss.” William raised one eyebrow and Wallace rushed on. “Me and Francis went to Bundoean and Sligo looking for one.”
“And this is the best any of you could do?” William interrupted with a snarl as he stepped away from the now unconscious girl. The brothers glanced at each other before Francis eventually spoke.
“Her granddad said she was able find anything and anyone,” he muttered. “Said we were lucky to find her.” William waited for his henchman to go on, but nothing was forthcoming.
“And?” he growled the men.
Wallace spoke now, “He said all the other dowsers had left the north.” Francis nodded in agreement. “Said after that surge of magic they made themselves scarce. You know, due to the strange things happening in the area.”
“Yeah,” Wallace chimed in quickly. “But her granddad, he made her stay, said she owed him for rising her after her whore of a mother disappeared a few years ago.”
William walked past the chair to stand just in front of the two men. “And he just let you take her?” His voice deceptively quiet. Both men’s Adam apples bobbed as they swallowed in time with each other.
“Um… we… um… paid him a small sum for the…” Francis stammered.
“You paid for this girl?” William’s nostrils flared and his lips thinned. He had no issues with the buying and selling humans when needed. But to buy this girl without first checking to see if she
could even fill his need for… William was now shaking, close to losing control to his magic. It had been a few days since he had recharged that magic.
“Go.” He ordered the two men, his hands clinched into fists at his sides. “Get out of here before I kill you both.” The two men didn’t need to be told twice. They both turned and headed to the door, slipping out of the room without looking back.
So I’m doing the July 2018 Camp NaNoWriMo with a couple of friends (Hey Calen and captainamy!). And since I was struggling so much with the second book in my Mistletoe, North Pole series (as in I’m not really ready write Sig and Holly’s story), I decide to work on my paranormal MC WIP, Demon -Incubus MC.
My goal for Camp is a modest 5000 words in 31 days. I know that’s a low number, but I can adjust it upwards as I go. Today I did 1001 words. I started the morning by working on it outside, than moved inside when it got hot. Being outside seemed to get my writing juices flowing!
Now the weekend is coming up. So less words as I like to spend time with the hubby. Plus we have eye appointments for new glasses tomorrow. I will get some words over the weekend through.
I’m also going to try and get my time organized. The last year (since getting laid off) I just haven’t been able to find a rhythm to my life as it is now. This resulted in my bouncing from one project to another and not getting much done on any of them. This to stop. I love writing and I want to keep publishing/sharing what I write.
I WILL DO THIS!
It’s been a rather non-productive May for me. I’ve been trying to work on Sig and Holly’s story. But it’s just not “speaking” to me right now. And I no matter how much I push at it, it’s just kind of stalled. But I still post excerpts from each chapter I do get done (see below). I am going back to continue first edits on Taylor- Paranormal Operations, Inc.
Holly stood still, enclosed in Sig’s arms, his heat radiating through his parka but for the sharp crack that reverberated through the dark. The sound snapped her from the fog of Sig’s kiss. Pressing her hands against his chest hard, she struggled to break free of his grip. Sig lifted his mouth from hers and stared into her green eyes, seeing they were hazy. She pressed harder and he let her go, stepping back to give her some of space.
Another crack sounded and he glanced in the direction of the sound. In the dark, he couldn’t see much, even with his enhanced shifter sight. A haze of snow drifted near the small knot of spruce and fir trees next to the parking lot. The heavy, wet snow covering them had snapped a couple of smaller branches, sending them crashing to the soft cushion of the snow drifts that ringed the trees. His gaze slid back to Holly and he frowned. Her eyes had lost that soft, hazy look and were now narrowed in anger.
Holly took a step back before she hissed at him. “You ass, you have no right to kiss me.” She scrubbed at her lips with one mittened hand, trying to get the taste of him off her lips.
Sig’s narrowed in determination. “But I do have the right to kiss you,” He reached out to draw her back into his arms, but she eluded him, taking two more steps back.
“No,” she rejected. “You gave up any rights you had in our relationship the day you disappeared from my life years ago in Afghanistan.” He tensed, his whole body going ridged. This was what he’d needed to talk to her about. He owed her an explanation for walking away from her.
“You’re my mate, Holly–” She shook her head before he even finished.
“Mate?” She shook her head as she spit the word out. “I didn’t know what that word meant until after you left. But I now know what it means. If I was your mate, you wouldn’t have–” She halted and drew in a deep breath of the frigid air. Tears glistened in her eyes.
Sig took a step closer but halted when Holly held up both hands. A pained expression passed over his face. “Holly–
So here’s a snippet from chapter 3 of Polar Shift. This Sig Olson and Holly Rowan’s story. I’m still working on which direction I want to go with story.
The silence lengthened as they drove out of Mistletoe and toward the NPI building that housed the med center on the edge of town. Nether one of them knew what to say. After fifteen long minutes the front of a sleek, white two story building came into view. It was in the middle of a flat, snowy area, the perimeter of the building surrounded by dim lights. Sig brought the SUV to a halt in front of the steps leading up to the doors. Holly shifted in her seat, reaching with one hand to unlatch her seatbelt, the bag with now cold dinner gripped in her other one. Sig turned his head, studying at her.
“We need to talk, Holly.” His tone was throaty. Her eyes flashed to his face, already shaking her head no. “Yes,” he reached over and fingered a strand of red hair that had escaped her pony tail when she’d pushed back her hood after getting in the car. He stared at his fingers as he caressed the silken strands between them.
Holly stilled. “Mistletoe is a small town, Holly, we see each other around town, we work in the same building and I don’t want what…”
“Don’t,” she said, her voice quivering as she too watched his stroking fingers.
“We have unfinished business…”
“Unfinished business?” She looked at him now, her eyes in the shadowy car narrowed on him. “Was that all I… we were to you? Business?” She wrenched her hair free of his touch and fumbled with the door handle, thrusting it open and sliding out of the car.
“Holly, wait!” Sig throw open his own door, appearing next to her before she could even blink. He grasped both of her arms, her bagged dinner falling to the snowy ground as he pinned them to her side. “You know that’s not true.” He insisted quietly.
“Do I?” she countered. “What I do know is that I thought we had something between us, Sig. Something…” She broke off and took in a deep breath of the icy night air and glared up at him. “You know, just skip it. Forget those six months in the Afghan desert, forget that I fell in love with you, forget the plans we made before you…” She couldn’t finish.
Tears pooled in her eyes but she’d be damned if she let him see them. She jerked back, struggling to free herself from his grasp. Sig tightened his grip on her, tugging her into his arms, trapping her arms between their bodies. He tilted his head, his lips hovering just above hers.
“I haven’t forgotten a fucking thing.” He rasped, his eyes locked with hers.
“Let me go-”
“Not a chance in hell, sweetheart.” His lips crashed down on hers, his tongue sliding into her mouth when she gasped.