May 24

Rollin’ With It

My writing space is protected by the coziest slumber party ever...every night.
My writing space is protected by the coziest slumber party ever…every night.

Last week was nutty – lots going on at work meant I was discombobulated at home too. Funny how that happens. But things are calmer now, and I’m focusing on not feeling guilty for things left undone and just moving forward, doing what I can. Last week, no blog, and no writing. This week, I’ve already gotten 500 words in for Monday, and hopefully will do at least that much every day for the rest of the week too.

I just got the edits back on my first Stone Scavenger novel too, which means I have something to look forward this weekend as well.

My writing session Monday night was inspired, I tell you what. I love when that happens. You’re just writing along, minding your character’s business, and all of a sudden – bam! The story you thought was taking off in a completely unrelated direction just suddenly makes sense again, and you have this perfectly logical explanation for something that you had no idea how it was going to come about or work out. I love it when that happens. It’s magic.

In any case, it’s also very late, and I have an early morning at work on Tuesdays, so off to bed I go. Here’s an excerpt from Monday’s session on Donteneoux’s Dragon (mostly because I haven’t downloaded Friday’s session on The Beauty Stone from the Neo just yet…).

They would need protection. Something scarier than ghosts and yet otherworldly in nature. Something that would convince the Triad Council to stay away from that land and allow his family to live in peace.

A lizard scuttled onto the windowsill and sat up on its hind legs, tiny claws braced on the side as it considered the pan he’d just finished eating from. The sun was just behind it, casting a long shadow on the far wall of a monstrous being that appeared for a split second to unfurl wings of an immense span when a bird flew by at the perfect height.

If only such a creature existed, Peraine thought as the lizard leapt from the sill to the table. If one could tame such a creature to do one’s bidding, no one would dare come near enough to harm anyone under the creature’s protection…

May 11

The Writer’s High

It’s late, and I’ll keep this short & sweet (mostly because I need to get to bed), but…I’m writing again. Finally. After all these months of doing my best to tread water in the writing pool, something finally clicked in my brain and the last few nights have been bliss.

No, my word counts aren’t high yet, but just the fact that I’m excited to open a draft and start out editing, and end up writing at least a few more paragraphs before bed…it’s like a workout high, where you feel tired and refreshed and almost giddy all at the same time. No better feeling in the world.

I’ve been working on Donteneoux’s Dragon, so below is an excerpt from recent words added. I’ve been doing a lot of editing in both drafts…just to get myself back to where I’m comfortable/familiar with these worlds and characters, and I think that’s partly what made things “click” again.

In any case, while I’d love to stay up and write more, my eyes are protesting, and my head is telling me to take care of myself or I’ll end up right back where I started. Health first, and all that.

But I’m writing again – consistently. Hooray! And Whew!


He’d only seen the old homestead once – stumbling upon it by accident one eve as he rode through on his way to the Trinnoget gauntlet. There had been no moon, and he’d wandered over the border into the Centerlands and stumbled through the headstones in a private burial yard. Taking refuge from the rain in an open mausoleum, he’d woke with the sun as it shone through a cutout in the wall, illuminating an intricately carved stone coffin bearing the name Autienne Donteneoux.

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