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Site FINALLY Updated!

Wednesday, March 8th, 2017

Hello, World!

The site has finally after many many weeks of being obsolete, been updated. It came to my attention that the site was somewhat under a siege of technical difficulties when given notice by a reader. Thanks to that helpful individual!

In the meantime, carry-on ^.^

Hello world!

Friday, March 18th, 2016

Well, I’m finally back.

That is to say that I returned only to discover that my blog had spontaneously imploded, and all my carefully created blog themes gone who-knows-where.

So.

Please, bear with me.

I’m attempting to get the site back up and running.

In Response To Recent Events

Sunday, October 25th, 2015

The McCabe family severed ties with MPCS and David Singleton on October 20, 2015.

The family is focused and dedicated to continuing the search for Henry McCabe in conjunction with the Mounds View Police Dept., and thanks the community for their continuing support and dedication to the search for Henry McCabe.

Hosting Change Completed!

Thursday, February 19th, 2015

 

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So, after weeks of tortured, angsty, hair-pulling frustration, the hosting transfer for the site is finally completed!

 

Unfortunately, because there are limits on bandwidth and file uploads, I was unable to transfer my rather extensive archive. No matter though, they are all still hosted on other sites.

 

As it is, there are still some small things around the site that I need to get up-to-date, otherwise, everything is done and I can focus on more important things! Like actually getting some writing done! (Yay!)

 

For those of you who are nosy, feel free to check out all my past blogposts Here and Here.

 

I’m going to get some serious writing done now (finally.)

 

Wish me luck!

UnDeR cOnStRuCtiOn

Tuesday, January 13th, 2015

This is definitely a new year – 2015. It’s been a long time in coming, but I’m back up for the count.

The end of 2013 was a very difficult year for me – My father died and then I miscarried one of my twins and nearly lost the surviving baby on three separate occasions.

2014 was somewhat better, but still extremely hectic. After having my baby, sleep was nonexistent for a long time. I went back to work part-time, and tried to juggle being a mother to two children with a hectic home and work schedule.

I don’t know how 2015 will be. I’m hoping that it will continue on the upward trend. I’m in the middle of moving back to California from Minnesota, and when I arrive in California, I’ll be doing extensive job searching along with counting my hours for my MFT license.

In between all of this I’ll be raising a nine year old and an infant.

I’m hoping beyond hope that I’ll be able to get back into the grind of writing. I wasn’t able to at all during the last year and a half, and I’ve missed it.

In the meantime, I’ve rebuilt the site, and I’ll be posting updates.

We’ll see how it goes from there.

Wish me luck.

Interview with Kaneshia Michelle – Ruck’s Nightmare

Monday, December 17th, 2012


Today I interviewed indie author Kaneshia Michelle! She’s also holding an awesome giveaway – the prize is a signed copy of Ruck’s Nightmare. Check out the giveaway and the interview below 🙂

  1. When did you first decide you wanted to write?
I can’t really remember a time when I didn’t want to write. I grew up an only child for almost ten years before my sister was born, and my mother and I didn’t live in an area that had a lot of children. From that, I had to build an imagination and entertain myself. For hours I would be lost in my own stories, and, by middle school, I started to put them down on paper.
  1. What is your favorite genre to read and/or write?
Yes, this is truly my favorite question. I don’t have a genre. I am addicted to a good story… period. It doesn’t matter if it’s romance, comedy, drama, action, suspense or horror. If I had to be a bit more specific in my choices of writing/reading material, I love characters that are well rounded in their development – no person is perfect, and a character with a good flaw, a good constructed past will make me happy every time.
  1. Do you have a favorite author?
Gosh, I have plenty! I love plenty of authors for different reasons. My answer for this will have to be Pat Conroy. He is splendid with his character development and detail to the story. The first book of his I read was Beach Music when I was seventeen years old. His novel changed the way I viewed stories and the way I wrote them. With him, I wasn’t reading a story; I was a part of it. I felt the characters, their problems, their lives – right down to the food they ate. It isn’t often you get moved by words on a page.
 Mr. Conroy moved me.
  1. What was it like writing Ruck’s Nightmare?
Writing Ruck’s Nightmare was a pure joy. Growing up I was a sports fanatic. To be more specific – I was crazy for football. At a time – during my growing up years – I had lived in a small town. Friday and Saturday game nights were quite interesting. No, the town didn’t close down like in the movies Varsity Blues or Friday Night Lights, but there was a bit of energy in the townsfolk. And, as for the players, well, there was always a little pep to their step because they were on the team.
I wanted to capture that. I wanted to capture that energy for a few pages. And, on a deeper note, I wanted to see what happened to the star of a high school team of a small town who didn’t make it.
  1. Is there something you want to write about, that you haven’t yet?
I’ve just recently gotten into sci fi reading, but I still keep a little distance on the genre. To write sci fi you have to sell your world as hard as you have to sell your story and your characters to your reader. That’s a lot of hard work, but it can be fun work.
Vampires aren’t what you call sci fi, it’s more Fantasy then anything. I do have an idea for a vampire story and currently working on it, but I’m still a little unsettled with the idea. Vampires aren’t a new story, not an original idea by any means. If you were to write a story about vampires, there’s already an audience out there and they have been very faithful over the years.
I don’t want to mess up their favorite supernatural being by not doing my homework on the character, or not giving the audience something new that they haven’t yet seen or read. 
  1. What is one silly fact about you?
Every Christmas, without fail, for the last eleven years, I have to watch the marathon of the Christmas Story. I’ve seen it million of times but the movie never, ever, get’s old.
  1. Do you have a favorite character you have written so far?
Fall Pryor, from my story: The Chase.
I almost didn’t write the story because I just could not get a good handle on Fall. I wrote him with the military background and a jaded past, but his softer side – his weakness, his strengths and his love – didn’t come together as fast as I’m used to when I’m in the character development stage.
I didn’t really see Fall, for the character he was, until I was mid way in the story.
I’m glad I finished The Chase. I love Fall Pryor, he is an interesting man and I can’t wait to pick him back up again for another story.
  1. Do you get influenced by people in your life?
Of course, and not just by family members or those only closest to me – I like to keep my eyes open and see the world around me, including the people in it.
  1. Anything you want to say to the readers of my blog?
For those aspiring writers out there, to me, the hardest lesson in writing is learning how to delete passages that don’t work in your story. The POWER OF THE DELETE BUTTON, is a hard, inevitable calling when you’re dealing with a Story Snag – not writer’s block. Ways to deal with the deleting is to make a development log where you can copy and paste your deleted passages. Trust me, it helps to know that your work isn’t gone forever. If a certain passage doesn’t work in one place, it can work in another. 

I’ve Been Featured!

Monday, December 17th, 2012

I’ve been featured on Mother/Gamer/Writer and talked about how I wrote the dragons of The Dragon’s Call.  Check it out HERE.

The Dragon’s Call Chapter 8

Monday, December 17th, 2012

Chapter 8

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Cecily woke early, intending to meet Derek at the time they’d agreed on. She was almost to the front door when she discovered Daniel had camped in the living room to catch her when she hit the foyer.
He leapt up from his impromptu nest of blankets on the floor and came toward her. “Where are you going?” he demanded, moving to block her path. “You don’t have any friends named Stacy at school. The only reason I didn’t tell Dad is because I didn’t want him to stress.”
Cecily pulled herself up, gathering every shred of dishonesty in her body. It wasn’t much, but she’d do her best. “I just joined a new club at school and met a girl there named Stacy. We’re study partners. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” She pushed past him and left before he could retort.
She took the long route again, and by the time she arrived at the school parking lot she was twenty minutes late. Derek’s car sat parked and waiting, and her tension left in a rush. She’d been so afraid he wouldn’t wait.
The car’s window slid down, and Derek leaned out the window as she walked up. “What happened? Are you okay?”
“Daniel’s getting suspicious.” Cecily said. “I had to think up something to tell him. Then I took the long way so he wouldn’t see where I was going.”
“I see. Is meeting on the weekend a problem?”
“No, it’s okay.” She wasn’t going to change her plans. As long as Dad and Daniel didn’t know, it should be fine.
“Alright, if you’re sure.” Derek’s voice was hesitant.
She opened the passenger door and climbed in the front seat. “I am, let’s go.” She glanced back at Tariq and nodded in greeting.
They drove for a long while, passing rusted lampposts and listing stop signs. Soon, the aged concrete street edged into a dirt road framed by bushes and trees. When the car’s speed slowed, she looked around. Derek was pulling into a gravel-filled area at the end of an off-road.
Cecily peeked out the car in wonder. The trees surrounding the area were tall, much taller than the human-tended trees at home.
Derek and Tariq exited the car, went to the trunk and rummaged inside. Derek came back with a large bag of food in his arms, and opened her door.
She climbed out and surveyed the bags. “Burritos again?”
Derek grinned. “What can I say? They’re my favorite.”
She moved away from the car and looked around. Oak and pine trees loomed ahead of them with an earthy scent of leaves and pine needles. Above, birds called in chirrups and whistles. “Where are we?”
Derek took her hand and led the way to a low wooden fence crumbling with age and termites. “We’re in my favorite place.” He lifted her over the railing. “I come here to listen and breathe and just be.”
The forest was full of life. Wildflowers grew at the base of the trees, and warm rays of sunlight dappled the earth. After a few minutes of walking, the trees thinned and the three of them entered a meadow.
Cecily inhaled. Budding tulips of every color filled the meadow: white, red, yellow, pink. “How…” She swallowed. Humans couldn’t have done this. Tulips were so expensive even pictures of them were rare in the human enclave.
Derek studied the meadow, seeming disappointed. “The buds haven’t opened yet.” He gave her a diffident look. “I want to do something, but I don’t want to frighten you.”
Frighten her? How could she be scared when he’d given her something so precious? She pulled her gaze away from the meadow and looked up at him. “You won’t scare me, Derek.”
He exhaled and smiled. “Okay, good.” He motioned her to stay back. “Watch this.” He walked to the center of the meadow and raised his hands palm up. A light breeze picked up and suddenly, emerald sparkles began to glow and spin around the length of the field. Spinning faster and faster, the light surged suddenly, then faded away.
Cecily gasped as all the tulip buds through the length of the meadow slowly blossomed.
Derek lowered his hands and returned to her side. “Do you like them?”
“Yes,” she said, awed. “I’ve never seen anything like this.”
“Oh good,” Derek said, looking relieved. “I wasn’t sure. Then I forgot to ask if you had allergies or not, and then–”
She turned and kissed him with tears in her eyes. “They were my mother’s favorite.” She released him and stepped back, sweeping the meadow with a blurry gaze.
He blinked. “They were?”
“She used to tell me about tulips – what they were like before they were decimated by the war. She loved all flowers, plants, and trees, but tulips were her favorite. She had a garden full of them as a child. Her parents taught her to care for them…” Cecily turned and whispered, “Thank you.”
Derek pulled her into his arms. “I’m glad you like it.”
Behind them, Tariq gave an irritable grunt.
After a moment, Derek motioned Tariq to remain behind, then led Cecily down a small path.
She gripped Derek’s hand as she nearly tripped over a rock. “Where are we going now?”
“There’s a small stream up ahead with some large rocks. We’ll be able to sit and eat there.”
After a second, Cecily saw the rocks Derek had described. They were large, mossy, and slippery from sitting close to the stream’s edge. Derek climbed up the rocks, then reached down for her. She took his hands and inhaled as he lifted her onto the stone beside him.
Once she was seated, Derek pointed at something a little ways off. “Look, over there.”
Cecily turned. A doe and her fawn were stepping into the clearing toward the tulips. Dismayed, she held still. “Will they eat the tulips?”
“It’s okay. They can be replaced.”
The fawn followed its mother’s steps, tripping and prancing around the flowers.
Cecily chuckled, and the doe and fawn bolted into the trees. “Oh,” she said, disappointed.
Derek laughed and handed her a burrito.
Cecily took a last look around before biting into her food. Water burbled over the rocks in the streambed below, and birdsong whistled through the air. When she was full, she turned back to him. “So, how does a dragon fall in love with burritos?”
“Who doesn’t love burritos? They have everything you could possibly want: meat, rice, beans, sour cream, cheese…” Derek ate his last bite with comical relish, then stood and jumped off the rock onto the ground
. He reached up and caught her around the waist. “Did you enjoy it here?” He held her gaze as he brought her to the ground.
Cecily flushed. “Yes.”
“Good.” Derek leaned in to kiss her.
Cecily’s breath caught as his lips touched hers. When he pulled back, she leaned against him and inhaled. “Next time, remind me to breathe.”
Derek grinned. “All right, I don’t want you passing out. That would be something to explain to your family.”
Crap. Cecily looked around. The sun was edging downward, and she’d forgotten about Dad and Daniel.
Derek followed her gaze and nodded. “Time to go.”
They turned and headed back, stopping to pick up Tariq on the way to the car.
The drive home was shorter than the trip there. Derek drove faster than he had coming.
“I don’t want to leave you at the school, Cecily. Let me take you home,” he said. “If you try to walk home you’ll miss curfew.”
“No, they can’t see us together, it would end everything.”
“Then tell me someplace nearby where I can drop you off. I’m not going to risk your safety.”
“All right, but stay back. There are no cars in the neighborhood and yours will stick out.” She told Derek the way.
When they arrived, the sky was swept with deepening tones of pink and orange.
Derek parked a block from her house, then turned to her and caressed her cheek. “I’ll see you at school tomorrow?”
She nodded, shivering.
“Go,” Derek murmured, dropping his hand.
Cecily stepped from the car and gave him a wistful look before turning to walk home. 

Review of Ghost Story & Cold Days by Jim Butcher

Saturday, December 15th, 2012

Ghost Story & Cold Days by Jim Butcher 5 of 5 stars

Just finished reading both Ghost Story and Cold Days by Jim Butcher back to back.

Ghost Story focuses on Harry Dresden’s unfortunate afterlife. As usual, mayhem is tearing up his beloved Chicago – and he has to figure out how to take it down with no magic.

Cold Days rushes straight from the conclusion of Ghost Story into the impending doom that could (as usual) obliterate the world.

Both books are fast-paced and tension-filled, and all I have to say is this: I wish I could permanently stamp a 5star to Jim Butcher’s forehead.

Both stories are just that damn good.

The only thing I’m pissed about is that I have to wait who-knows-how-long until the next book in the series.

Indie Authors Project Holiday Giveaway

Thursday, December 13th, 2012

I’ve had the lovely chance to team up with some other authors for the Indie Author Project Holiday Giveaway.

It runs from December 10th and ending December 31st. There will be a giveaway from each author listed below along with the Grand Prize Drawing:

First Drawing: December 31st – Winners will be selected from each author’s rafflecopter.
Grand Prize Drawing: January 1st – Winners will be selected from the main page’s rafflecopter.

Check out the entry page to the giveaway here.

The awesome authors who’ve joined in the project are below!

 

 

 

Kara Tollman

Twitter: @KaraTollam

Jilted available on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Jilted-ebook/dp/B00AAYGP6O

Blog: http://karatollman.weebly.com/index.html

E-mail: karatollman@yahoo.com
Author of Jilted: http://www.amazon.com/Jilted-ebook/dp/B00AAYGP6O/

 

 

K.W. McCabe

Twitter: @kw_mccabe

 

 

Valerie Bowen

Twitter: @226val
 

 

KaNeshia Michelle

Twitter: @knamichelle
 

 

 

Dennis Moore

Twitter: @dennismoore2

Author of Scattered to the Four Winds: http://www.amazon.com/Adventures-Pullman-Brown-Scattered-ebook