• Goddess in Waiting

    Goddess in Waiting Ch. 4

    “Alexandros.” I took a page from his book and popped into Alexandro’s garden without waiting for him to respond to my telepathic knock, Raphael in tow. He looked up from his laptop. Blue eyes weary, he sighed. “You know.” He didn’t acknowledge Raphael and I was in no mood to play at niceties. “You couldn’t have warned me? What did you and Dawn expect, sending me off like that? Did you guys want the earth to be wiped? Did your triplet doing it once before make you more sanguine about it happening again?” “Dawn doesn’t know. She doesn’t have this problem, with all of Inari’s kitsune that she can call…

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    Goddess in Waiting ch. 3

    I’d barely settled myself on a rock and made myself comfy before he popped back in. His gorgeous mouth was set in an unhappy line and his eyes snapped blue fire. “What have you lot been doing?” I raised a brow. He made an impatient motion. “Your Watchers have all but died out. Somewhere, down there, you have less than ten souls doing what should be the work of thousands, if not millions. Some of those reports appear to be highly questionable as to their provenance and some are clearly outright fraudulent.” “You mean to say that you guys were going to wipe out my planet due to some errors…

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    Goddess in Waiting ch. 2

    I fingered the piece of vellum in my hand. Golden numbers were illuminated against the heavy cream of the material: coordinates to a specific point in space. The meeting place of the gods. Closing my eyes, I imprinted them upon my mind, bound them to my spirit, and shifted. When I opened my eyes again, I stood in infinite darkness. Not a single star blinked against the velvet dark. My breath caught in my chest, ice crystals forming in my lungs before I remembered to stop breathing. I exhaled out what air remained, wincing a bit at the pain. I’d have cursed a bit to relieve the agony, but I didn’t…

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    Goddess in Waiting ch. 1

    I stretched in the luxurious sunshine and tried to work out the cricks in my neck. It wasn’t easy, between my years and the added weight of my silver braid hanging half-way to my knees. My right elbow popped, a disconcertingly loud sound in the quiet calm. I winced as my left knee twinged, letting me know its displeasure at my long hike yesterday. A smoky gray Maine Coon sat on the chair opposite me and stared at me with mocking golden eyes. “Mock me all you like, Brutus, but growing old isn’t for the faint of heart. I’ll laugh at you when you can’t catch those grasshoppers anymore.” He…

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  • Writing

    Thoughts of a serial

    The editing isn’t going so well. To a certain extent, editing is both amazingly hard and incredibly easy. On one hand, the hard part of plot lines, characterization, and sheer wordage is over. On the other, it’s like Zeno’s dichotomy paradox. Editing is an ongoing process that can eat your brains, your life, and your heart in you let it. In that order. After a certain point you need to look at the leech feasting off your heart’s blood and decide that it’s time to cut it loose. The question, however, is when? Too soon and the leech ahem, the baby dies because it’s premature. Too late and you’ll have accomplished…

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    Fingers crossed: first submission

    I sent out my first fiction submission today. Or rather, to be honest, C did it for me because I had glaciers for feet and if I hadn’t asked him to step in, it might still be sitting on my hard drive languishing while I fretted over every single word choice I made. It didn’t help that it was for a call that wanted a bit of heat. I love reading erotica; there are some days when it’s all I read. However, I’ve never really been able to write it without feeling a particular queasiness and so I originally wasn’t going to answer the call. Not to mention the call…

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    Writing Numbers: December 2013

    I’m currently in Taiwan and I’m suffering from an acute case of vacay-brain. Perhaps you know how it is when you’re getting ready for a trip. There’s the packing, the pre-leaving cleaning, the desperate attempts to corral an unruly life into as much order as possible so entropy doesn’t present you with life’s version of a decomposing rodent as a present upon your arrival back home. Bad enough to get home with travel fatigue and still have to shower, brush the teeth, and do all those adult things that need doing before you can crash into bed and sleep for a full 24 hours. Even worse when you realize that…

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    Writing numbers: October 2013

    October was a really good month for me writing-wise. I finished book 2 in record time and logged a total of 48,416 words with only four days of zero output. I usually find that it’s not necessarily helpful for me to read up on what makes other authors tick because, like it or not, we tend to be a fairly idiosyncratic bunch. I like reading it, sure, because I’m a  nosy curious person, but I’ve never really taken anything home from it before. Therefore, I’ve never really thought it meaningful to talk about my method. Or my lack of method, as it were. Every time I read about someone else’s…

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