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NaNoWriMo 6th – day 4

Tuesday, November 7th, 2017


I don’t know about any other authors out there, but I am honestly beginning to feel like NaNoWriMo is the best thing to ever happen to my writing life this year.

I’m now over a total word count of 118,000 words (check the counter on the side for a more accurant accounting) and I am writing the Epilogue.

I honestly don’t think I’ll be finished with the Epilogue in 2000 words, simply because I’ve written 2k words tonight and I’ve only touched the beginning of the very last ends scenes that will close out Cecily and Derek’s story.

Nevertheless, between NaNoWriMo and unhealthy amounts of Starbucks and espresso shots, I have accomplished in four days what felt impossible in the last three years!

I’m praying that the caffeine-induced inspiration and frenzied writing panic continues unabated.

Wish me luck.

NaNoWriMo 5th – Day 3

Monday, November 6th, 2017


So, today is day 3 of my NaNoWriMo binge. The coffee shots in my white chocolate mocha, whip cream and caramel espressos have either stopped working, or I just need to take more shots. Probably more shots. More is better.

I’m experiencing a slight run off of energy. Not large, mind you, but it’s there. Yesterday I completed my word count at 5,065 words for the day. Today I’m at a word count of 2,577. Along with my word count on the first day of 2,552 words, my word count for the three days is a grand total of 10,194 words.

And–I don’t know if anyone has noticed this–I’ve had to up the limit on the word count for the book for the third time >.>

It went from 110k–>115k–>120k… and I’m unsure that I’ll be completely finished with The Dragon Throne in only another 4,000 words.

But no sweat. The scenes I’m writing are scenes I’ve had in my head for the last 3 or 4 years, and the words have been flowing like melting butter on a Parmesan bread-stick.

And now I’m hungry.

But hunger is for the weak, so I push on!

I really hope this novel will be done in 4k words, but the last thing I want is for the ending to feel rushed after so many years struggling to finish the darn thing.

So I type on. Hopefully, this flood of words doesn’t let up.

Wish me luck.




NaNoWriMo 4th – day 2

Sunday, November 5th, 2017


So here goes day two of my effort to catch up in NaNoWriMo. Yesterday, I completed the night just before midnight with a total of 2,552 words. Today my count stands, as of right now, at 3,966 words for the day and a grand total of 6,518 for both days.

My coffee drinking amounts to to 1 shot in my white chocolate mocha with extra whip cream and caramel drizzle yesterday, 2 shots in it for my morning bout and another shot this evening. Which adds up to a grand total of 3 white chocolate mocha drinks with a total of 4 shots between them ^.^

My energy level is high, my motivation is revved, the words are flowing. This is good.

Hopefully, it keeps up.

Wish me luck.

NaNoWriMo 2017

Friday, November 3rd, 2017


Yes, yes, I know we’re already THREE days into the National Novel Writers Month, but that’s ok. I’ve decided I will do my best to write something. Anything. I even purchased a steaming hot cup of white chocolate mocha with extra whip cream and caramel drizzle to prove to myself that I was serious.

And if you’re a writer, you should be getting your cup of serious-writer-making-coffee also. Get on it.

I know that my barely scribbled 365 words at this point, isn’t much – but it’s something! And I’m determined to write more.

Wish me luck.

RE: The Dragon Throne

Thursday, October 19th, 2017


I know I’ve used the above image before, but it’s so appropriate and handy ^.^

Anyways, to the business at hand!

It has been a loooong time since I have posted – culpa mia, desculpame. I do, however, have some valid reasons – please hear me out!

After returning to California after the my husband’s funeral, I stayed with my family for awhile as they helped me and my two young children work through grief and readjust to our new circumstances.

Once my children and I had been there with my family long enough (trust me there is a time limit to how long anyone can bear living with their mother) I then proceeded to move me and my children two hours away to the wonderful, and hot, capitol of California.

That move, of course, required another period of readjustment as my oldest needed to be placed in the new school system, and my youngest needed to find a daycare.

While my oldest has succeeded in adjusting to her new life very well, my youngest is experiencing some small difficulties (not really small actually) and I’m currently considering homeschooling my youngest to prepare her for kindergarten.

If I do this, this will make any small amount of time I might have had to write nearly non-existent.

So here it is:

First, the bad news: I am struggling to finish the very last section of the last part of the book that will complete The Dragon Throne series, and it will most likely take alot of time. I don’t know how long considering my current situation. After it is completed, it will then have to be vigorously edited. I don’t know how long that will take either, although, if I compare other stories I have written of comparable length, it might take anywhere from an additional 6 months to a year. And that is just the edits. Then there is the preparation for publication – which actually doesn’t take all that long in comparison to actually writing the darn thing.

Second, the good news: I am almost done. I swear I am. I just don’t know how long it will take to write the last part!


So, there you have it!

I want to thank those of you who have been keeping tabs on me and the story – you are my motivation to finish – and finish as quickly as possible. You really don’t know how it touches my heart (both in the warm and fuzzy way, and in the painful guilty way) when I see your messages.

You all have been so patient with me, I beg your patience awhile longer!

Wish me luck.


When The News Is a Detriment

Monday, March 13th, 2017



SOOOO…. After many weeks/months of drowning myself in the news, I’ve finally realized that “the News” has been strangling my ability to be creative. It strangled it to the point where I didn’t have the desire to write. I finally realized this after wondering what has been keeping me from writing lately.

I figured out a couple things:

-I can’t write when I’m distracted
-I can’t write when my life situation is overwhelming or too busy
-I can’t write when I’m stressed

-The News does all of these things to me

So, apparently, when I watch too much news – the desire to write goes down in comparison.

And, truthfully, the only thing in the news right now is stress, panic, and disaster. So, I’ve gotta take a break. I want to write again – I want to want to write again.

Alot of things have happened in the last four years that definitely damaged my ability to do that, but I miss the flow. I want it back. I hope it comes back.

Hopefully, this helps.

Wish me luck.

Reviews & Stuff!

Sunday, July 31st, 2016

The Dragon's Call audiobook



I was delighted to discover that The Dragon’s Call Audiobook just received an amazingly thorough review! Check it out HERE.


Meanwhile, the reviewer notes that the sequel has been long delayed.


I have to apologize to those who have taken the time to read Cecily and Derek’s story. As the reviewer notes, I did experience a several personal tragedies while writing the sequel: my father passed, I experienced two separate miscarriages, then my husband passed during the writing of this story.


As a result it has taken a long time to stabilize and the word count has suffered as a result.


Derek and Cecily’s tale is still a work in progress though the actual writing process has been hampered.


The sequel to The Dragon’s Call will be named The Dragon Throne and, while the first half of the sequel is complete, the second half is still in the process of completion.


Nonetheless, it is always a wonderful boost when readers enjoy the story, and definitely helps boost the writing process forward.


I thank those who have read this story so much for their continued support along with the notes I have received from those who can’t wait to find out what happens to Derek and Cecily.

KW McCabe

Proud MaMa ^.^

Thursday, June 16th, 2016


So I haven’t posted in awhile because I’ve been totally engrossed in encouraging my daughter in what she wants to do.

Namely, she wants to become a fashion designer.

To be honest, I didn’t pay attention for a long time other than to become frustrated when she “redesigned” her clothes.

But I finally saw the light ^.^  You can read about that happened HERE.

We started a clothing label named after my daughter called “Get Yven” and Yve has been working so hard on gift bags for the opening launch. You can check out the pictures below.

Meanwhile, I’m working like a dog on the new website, trying to make a little girl’s dreams come true. You can check that out HERE, or the facebook page HERE.

Wish us tons of luck!


Dawn of the Dead: Chapter 1

Wednesday, May 25th, 2016

Here’s the next installment of Dawn of the Dead – Enjoy!                                                                                 Read Prologue HERE



Dawn of the Dead

Chapter 1

Atonement for the Dead

“Dawn, get out of bed. I didn’t come back from the grave to spend my after-life watching you sleep your life away.”

I groaned. “Clyde, there are days I wish you had gone to that happy resting place in the sky. At least then I’d get more sleep.”

“That’s Uncle Clyde to you, wench. Now, get up, or else.”

I laughed and then moaned as sunlight hit my eyes and a world of hell burst open in my head. He’d pulled open the curtains. “Uncle Clyde!”

“I did tell your lazy ass to get up.”

No one should ever sound that smug. Especially not large black ravens inhabited by annoying spirits.

“Fine, I’m up!” Pushing my hair out of my face, I stumbled out of bed, groping blindly for some clothes. My head ached. I really shouldn’t have gone clubbing the night before.

Cracking my eyes open, I found a shirt, some jeans, and my shoes, and pulled them on. Pain stabbed through my head again and I moaned and headed out the bedroom door.

The beat of wings sounded behind me, following me to the kitchen. I ignored him. Anyone who opened a window to full sunlight on a helpless hung-over sod like me deserved no good-morning niceties.

“Hurry up.”

I grumbled under my breath and glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall. He was right. I was going to be late.

“Damn it, too late for coffee. And it’s Monday,” I muttered, grabbing my cell phone and keys off the counter and heading out the back door to the garage.

“Lazy ass.”

I really had to learn how to keep my complaints to myself.

My black 1980 Lincoln Continental sat crouching in the dark as I entered the garage. To be honest, it was ancient and looked a like a mini Hearse, but I liked it. It fit me.

After climbing inside I glanced at the side view mirror. My hair was a mess. It was jet black and pixie cut and wild from my restless night. I looked like one of those troll dolls. Except gothic.

“You look like crap.”

“Thanks, Clyde.”


I sighed, started the car, pulled out of the garage and headed for work. One could hope the day would get better.


I pulled up to the NCMEC satellite office and parked. The day was bright and hot in Tustin, California, and it would have felt awesome if I hadn’t looked at the clock on the dash: 9:47am. I was so late. I got out of the car and snuck in the building. As I passed through the front, I hunched my shoulders, hoping to get to my desk unnoticed. Uncle Clyde glided in behind me. He, unlike me, could be invisible.

“Dawn, while you were catching your beauty rest, we’ve had another disappearance – I’m going to need you out in the field on this one.”

Obviously, hoping anything invited karma to spit in my face.

I sighed and turned to face my supervisor, Dan Wilkins. “Another one? Who is it this time?”

“A little girl.”

“What’s so different about this one? I’ve been holding down the hotline for months now. You haven’t called me to the field since the Maguey Case.”

Dan grimaced.

That case had gone unsolved for nine years. I solved it in one day by following the little boy’s ghost to his buried body in his parent’s hunting range.

“The little girl is Sienna Whitcauf, daughter of Shana Whitcauf, the Departmental head of the Children and Family Services Department.”

“Isn’t that ironic.”

“It get’s worse.”

I gave a snort and headed over to the coffee table. At least the office always had coffee, which was great. My head was still killing me. “How much worse can it get? Her kid’s gone.”

“Her husband is the one who kidnapped her.”
One cup of coffee was not going to be enough. Mondays should be illegal. “And you need me to find the kid before it hits the local papers and the irony sets all the reporters panties on fire.”

“Exactly. The state has already cut over three hundred employees because of the budget. They’re just looking for reasons to cut more.”

“Alright. Give me her information and I’ll start from there.”

As soon as he finished giving me Shana Whitcauf’s contact information, I headed out.

Saving children was what I did, but I could only attempt to save this child by meeting with her mother in person.


“The last time I saw my husband was about three days ago before I left for work.”

Shana Whitcauf was a tall, shapely woman. Her dark brown hair was pulled back in a tight bun and her makeup made her golden skin seem flawless.

“How long was it between the time you saw him and the moment he disappeared with your daughter?” I asked.

She sighed. “My husband, Michael, and I have a very…unconventional arrangement. He normally stays home while I work full-time. So it was always easier if he got her ready in the mornings and took her to school.”

I nodded, keeping the surprise off my face. The arrangement was different, certainly, but this was California. Different was the norm. “So he could’ve left any time after you left the house.”

“Exactly.” She leaned back against her desk, folded her arms and glanced at the clock. Her schedule was so full the only way I could speak to her immediately was by meeting her in her office at work. Still, for a mother who had just lost her child, she seemed a little impatient.

“Sorry, about the length of time. I know you’re pretty busy.” I wasn’t sorry at all, but when working with parents on these cases, I always practiced a brand of niceness I didn’t normally use outside my job.

“No, no. I’ll spend all the time you need, if anything, I’ll just cancel my meeting.”
I shrugged. “That won’t be necessary. We’re almost done anyway – we just need to schedule a time when I can meet you at your house.”

She stared at me. “At my house? Why?”

This part was always the hardest to explain without sounding like a Napa State Hospital candidate.

“It’s easier for me to track children if I visit their homes.” It wasn’t true, but she couldn’t know the real reason I needed to visit her house.

She frowned for a long while, doubtful, and then shrugged. “I don’t see what you visiting our home will do when the police have already searched everything, but that’s fine.
Tomorrow evening I’m completely free.” She scribbled the address on a sticky from her desk and handed it to me.

I took it and straightened, nodding a farewell. “All right, see you tomorrow evening then.” As I turned and left her office, Uncle Clyde, a silent, invisible shadow, followed me out the door.

“That woman didn’t seem too invested in your meeting with her.”

I glanced up at the large raven flying above me as we headed towards my car. “You know how it is. Once the police have gotten involved, no one ever thinks the NCMEC is relevant outside of their missing children’s hotline.”

Uncle Clyde dipped in the air irritably. “True, but still – something doesn’t feel right about her.”

Stopping, I crossed my arms and looked up at him. “Look, if you know something I don’t, then spit it.”

He landed with the beat of large wings and a hop on the ground. He was a large bird. Even for a raven. “No, I don’t know anything – not yet, but I’m telling you, something doesn’t feel right about her.”

“Well, if that’s all you have to say then you’re not much help. Maybe we’ll learn more when we check out her house tomorrow night.”

He hopped into the air in sullen silence. I knew he’d take his revenge in the morning.

But first we had to stop back at the office.

Dan was going to want an update on the Whitcaufs.

I walked back into the office, peering around for Dan. Cathy was the only one in the room holding down the hotline. She looked up, wrinkled her nose at Uncle Clyde sitting on my shoulder, and waved before going back to her call. I waved back and looked at the clock: 4:43pm. Dan must have taken an early day.

I sighed and headed home. Getting his take on Shana Whitcauf would have been nice, but wasn’t necessary. I’d most likely find out more than he ever could tomorrow evening at the Whitcauf home anyway.

“Dawn, wake up.” There was the whoosh of fabric, and light smacked me in the eyes.

I groaned. “Why does it always feel like my life is on repeat?”

“Because you’re too damn lazy to try something new. Like getting up early for a change.”

I groaned again and rolled out of bed. At least today there was no hangover to combat while stumbling out the door.

“Whatever,” I grumbled under my breath, and headed to the bathroom and got in the shower.

“You know, if you want to actually have food in the morning like a normal person, getting up early is really good for that.”

I jumped, banging my arm against the water knobs, and looked up. He was perched on the shower doors looking down.

I cursed. “What the hell! Can’t I have a moment to shower? Alone?”

He ruffled his feathers, but disappeared from my view. “I’m your uncle and I’m dead.”


“I’m just saying. You’re looking a little bony. “

I rolled my eyes and finished up, glad that I’d hung the towel on the shower door. I reached up and grabbed it, wrapping it around myself before stepping out of the shower.

Uncle Clyde was perched on the toilet seat, head cocked, black eyes beady and serious. “You have to take better care of yourself, Dawn. Otherwise, what will you use to negate the cost the next time you have to use a spell?”

I stiffened. He was right, but thinking about cost always hurt. Four years later and my little sister’s death still rode me hard. “Fine, Clyde. Will you shut up if I eat?”

“Yeah, and while you’re at it, give your mom a call.”

I froze and then walked out the bathroom door. He’d gone too far. “Mind your damn business, Uncle Clyde.”

“Dawn, why do you do this? Your mother doesn’t blame you for Christy’s death. Her death wasn’t your fault to begin with.”

“You don’t know that.” My voice was raw. Thinking about the day my little sister died still hurt. I’d been fifteen and bitter at my powers. I hated dead things. While other little kids were asking their mommies why Frisky or Spot wouldn’t wake up – I knew why. They were dead.

The day my little sister died, I’d been avoiding Uncle Clyde, trying to smother my powers, trying to deny that I wasn’t like other teens. Trying to deny the fact that I wasn’t normal at all. If I’d accepted who I was, Uncle Clyde would have been with me that day. He would have warned me in enough time to save her. Christy died because I was too much of a coward to accept what I was: a necromancer.

Every day that goes by, I atone for her death. Every child that I save is payment for my guilt.

But her blood never washes off my hands.

Audio Available

Wednesday, May 18th, 2016




For a short amount of time, I’ve placed up the audio version of the poem Hunger on Soundcloud and Google Play Music. Check them out through the links below.


Google Play Music