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June 1, 2012

The Wizard on Pinterest

The Wizard on Pinterest: The Wizard gets pinned!
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Published on June 01, 2012 05:26

Surprise, surprise.
Do you remember Sadie?  Christine’s...



Surprise, surprise.


Do you remember Sadie?  Christine’s greyhound?


Christine does.


And she misses her.


You have this novel thing all drafted out, and then other things happen.  This happens to me EVERY time.  It’s amazing I ever get from point A to point B.


But you gotta let a lady love her dog, right?


So welcome to the second book, Sadie.  Welcome back.


I’d forgotten about you, but Christine never will.  And that just goes to show, fictional characters do have lives & hearts of their own, because although I love my pets, I’m not sure I would seek their company in the afterlife.  Maybe I will, if there is one.  I don’t know.  I honestly NEVER have thought about it until Christine brought it up just now.



I know I need to clean his teeth, shut up. #cajunthegreyhound #dogs #greyhound (Taken with instagram)



Hey, Cajun’s Mom or Dad.  I think Cajun looks very happy!


Hey, other readers.  If you haven’t read the first book and you want to meet this Christine and her dog Sadie, follow zee linky-dink.


Happy weekend, all.  


Back to my chapter.  Then off to a Smurf-themed dance party tonight (yes, really), and onward into the FUTURE!

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Published on June 01, 2012 04:59

May 31, 2012

Packing some books, found this. Oh, inspiration.



Packing some books, found this. Oh, inspiration.

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Published on May 31, 2012 14:58

Writing a scene between Christine, Tristan, and the Monk, in...




Writing a scene between Christine, Tristan, and the Monk, in Heaven.  Christine is pissed.  Nothing is as it seems, nothing works like she believes it should, and she was never that solid in her beliefs, anyway, was she?


At least there’s good coffee in Heaven.


I chose the above photo because the conversation takes place in a similar setting.  The grass should be green, though.  It’s okay.  Heaven is Heaven.  Who am I to complain?


Honestly, I can’t describe where Christine is as Heaven.  Heaven has a lot of specific beliefs attached to it and I don’t think this qualifies.  It doesn’t fit neatly into a box.  But it is where she is, and she’s about to leave, one way or the other.


For better or for worse.


Man, being control-freaky is a dumb way to live your life.  Or your afterlife, for that matter.  But I can’t just shout that at her, or there’s no story.  So.


Off we go!



Dancing Aspens by IronRodArt - Royce Bair (NightScapes on Thursdays) on Flickr.




Get to know Christine, Tristan, and the whole gang from This Brilliant Darkness.

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Published on May 31, 2012 06:27

A roller derby shop in Bloomington

A roller derby shop in Bloomington: Who knew?  That’s awesomesauce, folks.
And they do...
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Published on May 31, 2012 05:23

May 30, 2012

FandomFest

Anyone going to FandomFest in Louisville? Tim and I and the monkey are probably gonna go!
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Published on May 30, 2012 16:54

Greachin in the ether is some of the hardest stuff to write....

















Greachin in the ether is some of the hardest stuff to write.  


How do you write a character with no corporeal form, no surroundings, no sanity?  A being floating in space, in and out of time, with no grasp on whether he’s in his own past, the present, some portentious future?


If you think about it, can you really blame him for going mad?  How many eons would you last?


Greachin is beyond weary with it.  He wants it over.  At the same time, he’s not someone who is familiar with inventorying his own wants.  He is obsessive, but that’s a compulsion, not a desire.


I pity him.


I think of him in space, but outside of it.  He sees cosmic phenomena in a different way than we do.  He’s not affected by the physicalities of it, so it takes different tolls on him than it would us.  He doesn’t need a space ship, obviously, and he doesn’t just see light and dark through cones and rods—he sees with his intellect, with the soul he doesn’t understand he is.


At the end of the chapter I just wrote, Greachin throws that all away again, to tidy up a mess he feels he’s left behind.


Silly Greachin.  Tricks are for kids.  Look at this stuff, man!  Just look!  See anything unusual?


If you haven’t met Greachin yet, click on the amazing animated gifs of the heavens to visit my Stories page.  Then click on the link of your choice to buy This Brilliant Darkness.  It is available in paperback, as well as ebook.


That Crackling Silence is the sequel to This Brilliant Darkness, a novel described by a recent reader as “fantastically well-written, fast-paced, detailed, and full of sinuously dark curves.”  If I had known how readers would react to TBD, I’d have gone ahead and written TCS and released them together, but I honestly didn’t know if anyone would like the book.  For it to be so highly rated and to get these terrific reviews really makes my day.  Thank you.  


:)


Also?  I love it when readers refer to Greachin as “The Greachin.”  I believe he would appreciate that, as well.

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Published on May 30, 2012 15:37

Writer Wednesday welcomes Addie J. King!

Oh my goodness!  What a terrific Writer Wednesday this is today.  So far I’ve written up a...
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Published on May 30, 2012 07:03

May 29, 2012

Always!





Always!

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Published on May 29, 2012 19:14

YEAH!



YEAH!

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Published on May 29, 2012 18:39