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Shock, 2.0

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Ok, so left you all with a big cliffhanger last time I posted (see here).

What kind of ground-breaking, earth-shattering, mind-blowing announcement could I possibly have that would require you to wait for DAYS on the edge of your seats for what I have to say?

Wait for it…

I’m officially an EDITOR on a book series!

That’s right! I have partnered with C.S. Splitter to work on his Crayder Chronicles series! You can find more details at Splitter’s blog, but here’s the basics:

Splitter: I need Beta readers for my book, anyone Willing?

Trish: Sure! It’s not like I have a full-time job and other reviews to write, I’d love to!

Splitter: . . . Hey, are you done with that yet? You’re the slowest reader ever!

Trish: But, I wanted to make it pretty colors for you! Yellow and red, see all the commas I fixed!

Splitter: Wow, I suck at commas, and you’re awesome at them! Be my editor!

Trish: Yay! Cookies for all!

Or something like that.

Splitter is wonderful to work with.  He takes my suggestions, listens to reasons why I changed things, and is genuinely Willing to work to become a better writer.  He also gives me cute nick-names, like “The Comma Queen” and “Compulsive.”

In the upcoming weeks before Splitter’s 2nd book comes out (Nov. 21st, mark it down), we will be working hard.  In addition to the book, I told Splitter I was Willing to do a book review, and we’re also going to do a two-way conversation between us (as author and editor), which should be enlightening.

Also, if anyone is Willing to promo his book, by doing a review, interview or giveaway, please contact either of us so we can schedule it.

Oh, and if you hadn’t caught it, the book is called The Willing, and the first round of editing is complete.  Let the revisions begin!

Shock, 1.0

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I’m sitting here with my jaw on the floor.  Figuratively, of course.

Details, I know, you want details.  Well, I shall give a teaser of details of things that have transgressed since the last time I’ve rambled at you insistently.

I recently, as you know, volunteered to write a story for an anthology that comes out on Black Friday.  I also volunteered to proofread said anthology.  This week, several of these stories entered my inbox.  Hurray!

This week (dubbed “Hell Week” by my day boss) also had my inbox full of book reviews that need read first, a manuscript that I agreed to ‘look over’ and another I kind of starting out just reading but really ended up covering it in little yellow highlighter and comment boxes, also an ARC of friend’s prequel and got invited to a book blog-hop-thon thingy.

It’s been a busy 3 days!

So, luckily for me, Hubby took the baby out for the day today, so I could finish at least something on my list.  I set out to work on the manuscripts.  After a lot of virtual highlighter (sorry for that), I finished that one, then went on to read all of the stories for the anthology that I had in my inbox, and started on the other manuscript.

Then, I got THE EMAIL.

Stay tuned for actual information once I talk to the sender of the email.  How’s that for a cliffhanger!

Splintered Wood

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This is a story I wrote in college.  I’m sure it could be expanded into a novel-sized story, one of these days.

“How could you do this to your mother?” my father said.  His face had turned the color of a rotten tomato as he listened to my news.

I can’t say I blame him.

My mother sat in the fine oak chair she had as her designated perch.  Instead of resting her arms on the carved armrests, her fingers were trying to dam the floods.

“Now what are you going to do?” Father said.  “You got yourself into this.  You expect us to help get you out?  I don’t think so.  You’re ‘independent’ now.”

 I cringed at the term used against me in such a way.  Being independent and having a supporting, loving family may be two different things, but they can co-exist.

“I want you out of here.  My house, my rules; you broke the rules, you’re out!” Continue reading Splintered Wood →

How It Could Be

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“Do you ever wonder if you made the right choice?” Sarah asked.  Her grey eyes were downcast, intent on another scoop out of the ice cream carton.  Her dark curls fell in her face and tumbled down her back.  Her hand trembled slightly, though I couldn’t tell if it was from the question or the hard ice cream.

“What do you mean?” I asked, evading the question.  I looked passed her to the wedding photos on the wall.  She looked beautiful, as I always knew she would, dressed in her gown with her hair pinned up and veil failing to cover the bright smile she wore.  A smile that, once upon a time, was a shadow of the one she would give to me.

“Nothing.  Forget it.”  She gave a soft smirk and scooped another bite.

I shifted closer on the couch, close enough that my leg touched hers.  I hesitated, then reached my hand around her shoulders and pulled her in close to my side.  Her tiny frame started to shake and the ice cream container slipped from her fingers.  I caught it, moved it to the other side me, and wrapped my other arm around her.

“Hey.  Hey, sugar, it’s ok.  Let it out.  Cry if you need to.  I’m here.”  Even as I said them, I knew the words were inadequate.  I felt ashamed.  I had seen the signs, had voiced quiet concerns, yet never had I pressed the issue and now I was kicking myself for not.  “Is it…is it worse?”

Sarah sniffed again, hiding her face in my side, arms flung around my waist, grabbing at my shirt.  I felt her nod, the slight movement almost unrecognizable from her quiet shudders.  “I just…I’m not myself anymore.  I can’t be what he…I’m not…I just wonder…,” she took a deep breath, “I wonder if we would have been so bad.  What could have been.  Should it have been?”

I had no answer, so I pulled her close, my eyes falling upon my own wedding ring.

Pumpkin Pickin’

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“Look over there!” Ella said.  Not waiting for the others, she took off towards the mounds of pumpkins piled high, already climbing towards the top as Sue joined her.  Laughing, the two girls crawled over and up, Dad snapping photos as they went.  Ella smiled, reached for the next pumpkin handhold, Sue close on her heels now.  As Sue stepped on the pumpkin next to Ella, the precarious pile shifted.

The laughter died away as Ella’s scream pierced the air. Ella took a breath and looked down.  Under several pumpkins, her ankle throbbed, twisted at an odd angle.  Time slowed.  She saw her Dad drop his camera and close the gap between them in three bounds.  She saw Sue’s face turn from laughing to crying.  She felt the other kids look over at her and back away, causing more of the pumpkins to shift.

She sensed something in her snap, a wave of light shiver through her body.  Her arms stretched out, her body seemed to float up, pulled from the pile and the pressure on her ankle.  The warm feeling spread, pushing down towards the pain in her ankle and causing her to scream again.

Then warm hands grabbed her and pulled her close.  Dad.  Tentatively, she moved her damaged ankle.  Surprised, she looked down.  Even though blood seeped out of her sock, her ankle moved without any pain.

She closed her eyes, blacking out.

Conversations

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I see dead people.

No? Oh, already been done? Damn. Well, wouldn’t want to do something someone has already done.  I don’t plan on redoing Shakespeare.  Oh wait! That’s a great idea! I’ll just redo…no, stop it. Think about your idea.

How’s about I talk to fictitious characters, and they talk back? How do you like me now? Are you suitably impressed with my coolness factor? You should be.

No, I’m not crazy!

Wait, you don’t believe me? But it’s true! Why, just today I talked to one Wizard, Mr. D.  He’s in the phone book — go ahead and check, I’ll wait.  Oh, not in your phone book. Well, I assure you, he’s real. He talked to me, not once but three times this week.  I hear all about how he’s terrible with electronics, how he wanted me off his lawn, and recommended that I drink ale. He said he would teach me to shoot tiny fireballs up the noses of people who make me upset. I can’t wait for that. I have a guy at the bar I’m dying to try that on…

Anyway, this Mr. D. sure does keep me entertained. He runs all over the city trying to stop demons, vampires (the un-sparkly kind) and spirits from breaking through to our realm. Very noble, Mr. D., very noble. And the way you help any women in need is admirable, if not outdated.

Now I just must get you to make me your apprentice.

You see, Mr. D., I too have demons to face every day. I need to arm myself with more than just my pretty smile and sarcastic wit.  I need to bring the pain, so to speak. That’s where you come in, you see, since you’re the most powerful Wizard around, and the only one listed in the phone book.  There are things you can teach me and I’m a huge fan of learning everything I can. It’s why I read so much.

But I digress. I wanted to talk about how awesome my writing here is, and that everyone should follow me because I know some cool people that are worth knowing me for. So, Mr. D., it is imperative that I learn how to be cool like you, so that I might have great adventures worth writing and reading about someday.

When you are ready, I know you can find me. Until then, Mr. D., until then.

And, we’re back!

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So, our trip to the PA Ren Faire was a great success!  Not only did my daughter look adorable, but she also behaved wonderfully and didn’t break anything at the house where we stayed!

Now, back to business.

I have some exciting news: I will be doing my first author interview!  Cambria Hebert has two stories coming out soon and has agreed to let me interview her for both of them!  The first is called Before which serves as a teaser for her debut novel Masquerade.  Keep an eye out for both of these stories, and my interviews, in the following weeks.

Next, mention that I finished my story for the CR anthology Christmas Lites.  I’m waiting to hear back from the editors to see if it needs worked on, but I’m still very excited to have semi-officially submitted my first work to be published.  I will have more information about the anthology and where you can get it soon.

While I’m talking about publishing, I saw that Amazon publishing has an imprint for fantasy books now.  47North debuts with 15 books to be published, and looks to be taking submissions.  To query or not to query.

That is the question.

Out of Order

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Well, not really.  More like, Out of Town.

This weekend I will be traveling back to the time of Queen Elizabeth I, amid rambunctious pirates, merry maids and loud lords, at the PA Renaissance Faire.  So, since they haven’t invented the internet yet, though I hear they’re working on it, I will be unable to post anything until my return back to the current century.

As a side note: I don’t usually dress up for these things.  There is a group of us that go and have a wonderful weekend, but while most of them have dressed as wenches/lords in previous years, I have abstained.  Of course, when I tried to explain to my daughter that she was going to be a pirate for the Faire, her response was simple: Mommy, too.  So, I pirate I shall be.

Arrrh.

So, in the mean time, I’m going to continue my quest to finish several more books, write some more reviews, write some of my story and just maybe throw in a blog idea or two to write when I return.

Until then, you are free to read the rest of my story ideas, reviews and general blogginess.

Christmas Story (intro)

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It’s the most wonderful time of the year.

The snowflake lazily floating down, the clouds grey and swollen. Storefronts hasten to decorate, putting up mini pine trees with tiny colored lights.  The tinsel hanging from every available surface and then some.

The lights, the glitter, the music wafting out of everywhere, homes and businesses alike.  The toys, the cries of children as they make their lists and check them twice.  People calling hellos as they shovel their walks, thick jackets and thoughts of fresh coffee to keep them warm.

The lights, inside and out, spiraling up towards the tip-top of the tallest and smallest trees, blinking secret codes or steadily glowing in the night.  Candles and fireplaces blaze, lighting the way home and sheltering from the cold.  Headlights bursting from the darkness, guiding the way like an albino Rudolph.  The warmth and cheer of people around a table, laughing, smiling.

It’s the happiest season of all.

So why is it I’m so sad?

Status Update – Brilliant!

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I had a brilliant idea!

So, since I want to add reviews to my site, I put an ad up on Goodreads that I would review books for authors.  I got a great response!  So I am knee-deep in books to review, along with books to read for fun.  Oh, and updating my blog.  And that pesty thing called work.

Oh boy!

Naturally, I also had another brilliant idea!

One of the writing/reading groups I follow is doing a charity anthology for Christmas.  It’s going benefit the National Coalition Against Domestic Violence and be made up entirely of authors within this group.  Since it’s a good cause, and I’m new to the group, of course I felt the need to help out.  So I kind of offered to write a story.

In a month.

That’s right!  The stories are all due Oct. 15th.  So, with this in mind, please bear with me through the next few weeks, as I will probably post ideas for said story.  Thankfully, I do have an idea and it doesn’t have to be terribly long.  Since it’s a Christmas story anthology, I’m going to keep it light and go with a short romance novel.  Probably with some cheesy name.

Wish me luck!

P.S. If anyone is interested in this group, please feel free to check out the Creative Reviews page.