Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Deb Vanasse, author and former English teacher

This is a book from one of my former English teachers, Deb Vanasse. She still lives in Alaska, but used to teach high school at North Pole High, among other places. She currently lives in Eagle River, close to Anchorage, AK. It's because of teachers like her that I'm able to do what I do. Hats off to teachers, who manage to make some of us literate despite politics and bureaucrats.

Monday, July 28, 2014

Marketing jitters

I've very reluctantly been looking into marketing. I'm very uncomfortable with the whole process. I'd like people to read my book, like it and pass the word and grow readership that way. I don't want to do email lists, etc. Still, it might be good for me to look into it. I just don't want to be so stressed and focused over it that I can't write.

Today, for instance, has been a crummy writing day. Between the teens and feeling rather off, I've got little done. I might knock off and cook something, read a book, whatever. I need a change of pace.

Thursday, July 24, 2014

Rowen & Gold Cover

New cover for Rowen & Gold. No release date yet, but I'll post a snippet soon.


We pulled the carpet out of my office yesterday. After looking at the concrete, we decided it's better to continue the wood from the living area instead of paint it. Didn't tell John what I was up to, but he took it rather well. We'd been planning on it, but he didn't expect it to happen so soon.

Have finally harnessed the kids destructive potential; kept them motivated by saying it was a surprise for dad and making them feel like they were doing something vaguely naughty. Heh.

Had to move my bookshelves into the living room temporarily. Even though I've kept my collection pared down with the Nook, two shelves is a lot of books to move. I may have to see if I can donate some.

Crazy windstorm yesterday. Zero to sixty in a minute, clouds of dust, driving rain, hail, then it was over. Couldn't have lasted longer than 20 min, and John got home on his motorcycle just as it started.

Need to write today; there's a reason I didn't go into construction.

I've also redone the cover for Iron & Hemlock. It needed a redesign to tie it with Rowen & Gold, and this is an easy one to replicate. It's different from anything I've seen before, but fun. I really enjoy cover art.

Saturday, July 19, 2014

Release date for Gargoyles in the Attic

I'm working on R&G now and will get to GITA edits later today. I'm going to release it August 1.

Gargoyle Howl is more interested in bacon than candy, but he finds a sweet thing in chocolatier Fiona Creed. Can he charm her human parents, or will his romance turn sour?

A short story set in the world of Iron & Hemlock.
16,000 words

Snippet: Do we get to kill something?

“Who’s the girl? Do we get to kill something?” Lance, a thin purple youngster settled into a tree and surveyed the dead hounds with interest.
“Our guest,” Sage supplied, gesturing for Rook to collect her. “Gently now. Round up the horse for me, lads, and no, you can’t eat it. Feel free to dine on the hellhounds if you see them, though.”
“Don’t get excited; they don’t taste good,” Vic cautioned. He carefully picked up the girl and launched with a sweep of his wings, the owl escorting them.
The estate spread out before them, acres of woods surrounded by a high wall. It was interesting that Mrs. James hadn’t encountered a wall on her sojourn onto their land, but he suspected the house might have something to do with that. Much like a woman, the house had a mind of its own. Hardly surprising, as once it had been a woman. Perhaps she’d decided she’d like more company.
The graveled drive wound a quarter mile to the Gothic style house. He could see she’d added some interesting arches and a round tower; he could only speculate what that would look like on the inside. Recently he’d found his room had moved up an entire floor, though the house had thoughtfully added indoor plumbing and a private bath. He hadn’t minded the improvement.
He angled toward the balcony he shared with the guestroom next door; not that they had a surfeit of guests, but the house liked to stay busy and added the room last month. It made for an easy landing as Vicious swooped down and perched on the rail. Assuming his human form, Sage took the woman and carried her into the guest room as the house thoughtfully opened the French doors for him. “See if Jordan is available,” he advised the gargoyle. “She’ll be very helpful here.”
Though it was night, his owl’s vision could see that the room was done in blue and yellow, with comfortable leather furniture piled with pillows. He crossed the hardwood floor, his feet muffled by the large floral patterned rug. A practical man, he felt little compunction about stripping his guest down to her chemise before laying her on the sheets.
The house thoughtfully turned up the gaslights as he searched for injuries, using the sheet to preserve her modesty. She had a curvy figure, generously padded in all the best places, and Irish features. Her dark red hair was still bound and pinned, and he wondered if it hurt. Just in case, he slipped the pins free.

She’d darkened her brows and her lips were a pretty burgundy, and she wore a light dust of powder that failed to hide a faint dust of freckles on her cute nose. He tried to remain unruffled as he examined a nasty bruise on her side, wondering if she’d managed to crack some ribs.

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

100 degrees and all is well

I told my kids they can only talk to me when I leave the computer, so my youngest ambushes me with the urgent question of how old our dog is. Then my daughter wants me to decide which clothes she's allowed to donate. Nobody is satisfied when I say I'll look into it later, but I'm in a creative daze and they'll have to deal with it.

My oldest is plugging away at Unity. It's a challenging game program and he doesn't do well with manuals, so I set him up with YouTube tutorials. It's working and he's happy.

My youngest had learned how to use clippers on our terrier mix and it saves us money, so that's cool. Kids are making chocolate sorbet mix, which we all love. It's going to be 100 again today, so I'm gulping iced tea. The Army Corp of Engineers did a study proving that coffee and caffeine aren't dehydrating, so ha! Seems to work for me.

We've arrived. We're in that sweet spot, the place where family is well and happy, summer is golden and butterflies and honeybees grace our garden. We have bills, but we can pay them. Things break, but we can replace or fix them. We laugh at dinner while sharing delicious garden veggies and admiring a vase of our roses. If I'm ever tempted to earn more or do more, I need to remember this time.

You can't buy a happy home, but you can grow it.