Wednesday, November 23, 2016

I'm taking a long break.

I'm taking a long break. I've had one weird health crisis after another (allergies, bee stings, tailbone) that keeps me from working. If God's trying to tell me something, he certainly has my attention.

I have no new releases planned, Should that change, I'll post. Have a lovely day.

Sunday, August 21, 2016 hysterectomy. The surgeon sent me to a pelvic floor therapist who is helping me to sort stuff out. Yay! Moving on...

Usually I get great reviews, but two things crop up again and again:

1. I rush my endings. I know it, remind myself not to, think I haven't, and then get reviews that I've rushed my ending. Gah! Not sure what to do about that.

2. villains are not Loki or Ultron (2 of the best all time bad guys). That's the second complaint I hear a lot. That one's easy: I don't like bad guys. I don't want to spend time in their head. I don't want to psychoanalyze them, I just want to kill them. In a perfect world, I'd collaborate with someone who does strong villains and properly paced endings while honoring my POV:

Some folks just need killin'.

I'm not going to say what I'm working on. I get so many interruptions (life happens) that I'm just going to keep my head down and work until I have something to publish.

Friday, July 29, 2016

More chipper today. I wasn't prepared to hear about a surgery yesterday, but PMS has a way of reminding one that there's an upside. I think it's the initial shock, like being popped over the nose with a rolled up newspaper. Spokane has excellent doctors, so I'm in good hands.

Thursday, July 28, 2016


Feeling slightly glum. Doc says I need a partial hysterectomy. They'll leave the ovaries, remove the uterus and fix the prolapse (s). Have to speak to surgeon next week, but the guy I picked is supposed to be good without using mesh, so that's a plus.

Also, I have 3 teens, so I'm done with babies until grand kids. Intellectually, I'm cool with the procedure; there's no non-surgical option to fix things. Emotionally, it feels too young to have a hysterectomy at if age had anything to do with it.

Blech. I need chocolate.

Sunday, July 24, 2016

New covers

Smashwords needed larger covers and I didn't have large versions of the older ones, so I remade a few:

I had energy thanks to this:

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Working my way through list of things that got put off. Our youngest just turned 16 and our eldest graduated this year. A couple more years and everyone should be graduated and employed. :)

Lovely sunny day. There's pollen out but it's not bothering me inside so life is good. I haven't written yet, but the fact that I can think about it without a panic attack is progress. Meanwhile, I plan to enjoy my summer.

Sunday, July 17, 2016


My brain's been a giant blank since spring. Since I rarely do a lot of writing in the summer, that's not the end of the world, I suppose.

My granny died yesterday at 98.

I talked to my doc about the allergy thing and we're trying a couple of things. He's ex-army, badly allergic and wears a mask with a respirator all spring. My husband (retired air guard) took notes, and he's determined to have me wear one next spring. He rarely insists on anything, but I think he'll get his way and I'll be glad he did.

They were blasting rock behind my house this week for construction on the subdivision, which shook the house and left my dog shaking, too. I jumped a lot, and the kids found it exciting. We have lots of heavy equipment parked outside my back window.

Cooler than usual summer, nothing is on fire and lots of fruit on the trees, so that's good.

Thursday, June 2, 2016

Spring beat me up and took my lunch money. We are not friends. I'd move, but that's not a guaranteed cure all. From now on, I'm just going to take spring off.

We have a graduate! My eldest is graduating high school in a couple of days, so that's cool. Even better, he has a job and a plan for his future.

I've done no writing the last few weeks thanks to Senior Pollen, mostly because I couldn't string two thoughts together. That's okay, my boss is understanding. Por la muerte del calcitin!

My Spanish is coming along, I did my annual spring sewing and things are back to normal. God willing, I will greatly enjoy my summer. Tiene un bonito pato!

My kids are picking up a few words of Spanish, too. Hard to forget when your mom mock attacks you with a sock crying, "Death by sock!" in Spanish. My youngest finds the Spanish pickup lines hilarious and repeats them to his buddies (I wish I were cross eyed so I could see you twice). There's also the funny ones, like, "You have a beautiful duck."

There's also the fun of saying naughty things to my husband at dinner in Spanish just to see him grin. We have a secret our house, at least.

Thursday, April 28, 2016


According to Dulingo, the Spanish app, I'm now 10% fluent in Spanish. Having a great time flirting with my husband, baffling my children. It's so much fun, like knowing a secret code, and I even got John to play with the app so he can understand what I'm saying. Mi guapo hombre!

It's like a video game, so I'm powering through the lessons, eager to reach a fluent level so I can start the French course. Watching Spanish cooking shows and reading magazines helps. Amazing how much I can pick up already.
I woke to a strange sound this morning...deep, even breathing. It made me realize it's been a long, long time since I was able to do that. Also, it was 5:30 am and I was fully rested; a very rare thing.

I've been wearing three ply cotton masks all spring that helped tremendously with pollen, but according to my yearly pollen/symptom notes, I shouldn't fee this good for at least a week. The only thing I've been doing differently the last three days has been taking a Viva Lab's CoQ10 ( with a turmeric cap. I hadn't liked CoQ10 because taken alone it makes me jittery, but with turmeric, there's no issue. No idea why, but I'm sleeping better, have less muscle pain, more energy and I'm feeling rested after sleep for a change. My dreams are pleasant, too.

I gave CoQ10 and turmeric a go to deal with stress/depression (being stuck inside for weeks during pollen season will do that). I figured if I couldn't be healthy, I could at least be happy. Darned if I haven't killed two birds with one stone.

I'm leery of miracle cures, but if this helps asthma, maybe it will help my allergies and extreme chemical sensitivity, too. Regardless, I'm grateful for the relief.

As a side note, I tried nettle to help with allergies and it messed with my (tends to be low) blood sugar, causing hypoglycemia and stinging leg pain. Ouch!

I also tried a homeopathic tree pollen mix that was noticeably helpful (30-40%), but not stellar. The failed remedies did give me a good baseline for comparison with CoQ10, however, which I will keep in stock.

Monday, March 28, 2016

The Sky Lord, Chapter 1

 The Sky Lord
Book 3 of the Convergence Series
Autumn Dawn

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The Sky Lord

It had been thirty years since the Convergence, when the dimensions aligned and combined Earth and the world of Gwyllon, known in human mythology as “Underhill”. Elven castles and ancient ruins sprouted in vacant lots, on major highways, sometimes merging with existing buildings, twisting into completely new structures. Roads and rail systems reformed, and after the rioting, starvation and death, agriculture finally sorted itself and food began to flow. A new government formed of elves and men had arisen, a society of human tech and elven magic. Cell phones and frost giants, race cars and elven steeds, dungeons and dragons…
And everywhere, monsters.

The Sky Lord

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Dixie listened to her gas tank tick as she stood by the side of the road, waiting for the traffic on the one lane bridge to clear. The wooden bridge was hastily constructed post Convergence and in dire need of an upgrade. Traffic to the city had increased; the highway patrol was successfully keeping the monster population under control, but the department of transportation hadn’t caught up. Cars were forced to take turns from each side, making morning traffic a nightmare.
She blew out a breath and looked away from the convoy of rusty old cars, horse drawn buggies and lone horsemen. She rode a motorcycle because gas was expensive and horses got eaten by monsters. It usually meant she could weave in and out of traffic jams, but there was no way around the stalled car clogging the bridge. All the cars had pulled to the side of the road to let a big 4x4 hook a tow strap to it.
She was stuck under the broiling sun with twenty-seven cars ahead of her. Her jeans and combat boots were good for preventing burns and road rash, but right now they stuck to her skin in a slick of sweat. That was okay; it matched the one gluing her t-shirt to her chest. She’d peeled off her helmet and armored motorcycle jacket, and flicked the tail of her light brown French braid off her shoulder. She’d tried wearing it short, but the stuff always got in her eyes, usually when there was killing to do. There was nothing worse than being blinded by your own hair when beheading a three headed snake.
Braids were easier, even if they exposed the tips of her pointed ears to sunburn. That sucked, but even trailer trash elves had healing, so she got by. Not enough to heal the scars that snaked over her forearms, neck and torso, but she’d learned not to mind. She was alive, wasn’t she?
The shoulder holster made sweat collect under her shirt, so she shifted it to try and get some airflow. She’d never take it off; the other gun at her hip and the machete poking over her shoulder were necessary to a girl with her particular talents.
The tow strap broke, provoking a heated argument. Even with keen elf vision, she had to squint to make out what was happening. Someone finally produced a chain, and they hooked up again.
She decided to remain standing, fluff her butt a bit. Straddling a bike seat for hours at a time tended to numb it.
The river was wide and looked inviting, but she knew better than to dip her toes in unknown waters. This was a northern river, but who knew what kind of crazy fish had spawned? Since Earth and Gwsyllon, known in human mythology as “Underhill” had converged, magic and science had united, producing a generation as likely to see sea monsters and dragons as it was to own a cell phone and email account.
She wasn’t too keen on dragons; seemed like another kind of monster to her, and she had enough monsters in her life.
They were pulling the dead car to the side of the road now. Looked like traffic might get moving shortly.
The river stirred. Her hand dropped to her gun as the ripple revealed a wide green back. What was the chance that was an elderly turtle, peacefully going about its business? Probably about the same as her getting a PhD in math or science.
The creature lifted its head and growled, the short tentacles around its eye ridges wiggling. It focused on the dead car, wet fish eyes sizing up the occupants.
Oh, crap, Dixie thought, and sprinted for the bridge.

Shozan was minding his own business when screams from the river caught his attention. Angling his leathery wings, he corrected course to investigate. Cars were fleeing the river, crashing and scrapping each other in the frenzy. Others parked nearby as heavily armed motorists fired on a monster in the water. The bullets did little good, seeming to enrage it. The heavily armored beast lumbered for the bank, as big as a two story house.
There was a car dead at the water’s edge, the parents frantically unbuckling screaming children from car seats. The man had one leg in a cast and the woman was heavily pregnant.
A young woman stood between them and the thing on the river. She had a gun in one hand, but it was pointed at the ground. Was she frozen with fear?
The monster in the water paused, its head swiveling to view her with widely spaced eyes. It seemed confused.
Shozan took advantage of the distraction to dive at the monster, talons out, driving it into the gravel bar. He could have flamed it, but the girl would have been roasted. Instead he used his massive jaws to break the monster’s neck, ripping it half off.
Satisfied the monster was dead, he looked for the girl and saw her scrambling up from the dust, eyes wide. Most likely she’d tripped over her own feet trying to flee.
Well, he was terrifying. He took stock of the situation, noting the twitchy-fingered gunmen. Bullets merely tickled, but it wasn’t good for the human’s state of mind if they started firing. “It’s all right, the monster is dead. I’ve got it under control. Has anyone called highway patrol? Are there any injuries?”
It took a moment for the shocked motorists to respond, but Shozan’s natural command soon brought results. Any injuries were minor. Also, since the road was now clear, it was an easy matter for people to start driving over the bridge, and they eagerly hurried on their way.
Shozan noted the bridge with disapproval; he’d see that it was attended to. It was obviously past time for expansion. He would speak to those in charge, see that it was taken care of.
He found the girl swearing at her bike. He vaguely recalled seeing a jacked up truck crunch over it as the owner fled. The front end was totaled, both tires mashed. “Do you need a lift?”
She eyed him with open suspicion. “I’m good.”
He rumbled in disapproval. “Shozan,” he said, leaving out the many honorifics. “Why didn’t you run from the monster?”
She made a face. “Usually, monsters love me. I have a gift. Too bad water monsters don’t seem to feel my charm.”
“Do you have a job?”
She blinked. “I’m between jobs. Why?” Her drawl was deeply southern, smooth and feminine. She would be easy to listen to.
“What’s your name?”
Her brow furrowed. “Dixie Jones. What’s yours?” Scars snaked around her arms, neck and slid under her shirt. Faint lines shown around her nose and eye, as if something had bitten her. If so, the damage had been expertly repaired.
“If it’s true you charm monsters, I have a job for you. I pay extremely well.”
She surveyed him in disbelief. A towering, midnight blue dragon in his prime, he’d just killed an enormous river monster in front of her, and it had only taken seconds. “I’m having a hard time believing this.”
He grinned, and she took a quick step back from his dagger teeth. “No offense intended.”
His laughter boomed. He liked this girl. “I’ll give you a million dollars for three day’s work. We’ll negotiate a salary after that. This is a long term problem, but I see potential in you.”
She studied him for a long moment. “Three days for something you could do yourself.”
“I’m a busy dragon, Ms. Jones. You’ll work with the team I’ve hired to take care of such things. This was fun, but my business affairs don’t allow time for me to flit about, killing stray monsters. I have a company to run.”
“Do you consider yourself a monster, Mr. Shozan?”
“Absolutely. I’m also a stickler for contracts, which I will require you to sign. A million dollars is a large retainer, even for a dragon.”
A million dollars. He watched it sink in, the cautious excitement creep into her eyes. “A contract would be good.”

“Excellent. Shall I give you a ride to the city? We can be at my lawyer’s office in minutes.” He called ahead, left a message with the secretary to expect them. He’d feed her while they waited for his attorney to draw up a document, bind her to a contract…and then they would see if Miss Dixie Jones really could charm monsters.

Best spring in years

We added charcoal filters to the air purifiers and what a difference! If it moves air in our house, it gets a charcoal filter.

We installed a wood floor from Lumber Liquidators two years ago to deal with dust mites, so now we have to check for formaldehyde. Because of the lawsuit, they have free air quality test kits, which my husband is looking into. He's as amped as I am about my feeling good, and moral is high here.

Because I'm still using a mask (necessary even with the air purifiers), I'm having the best spring in a long time. I even made it a half hour in Walmart until I started getting foggy (even charcoal filters don't save me from the bakery for long). I've also been able to go on short walks to get out of the house, which is amazing. I haven't taken an allergy tablet since I began using the masks, which is nice, since I view medicine with suspicion. You know those viagra commercials with the long list of side affects at the end? Yeah...

The upshot of all of this is I'm getting work done. Time to spread the happiness around!

Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Ninja Me 2

Still using the mask, which is is a Godsend. The charcoal layer gets me through the bakery and pizza baking area of Walmart. Although I haven't tested it by the cleaning aisle yet, I passed the scented candles without incident.

The only down side is that it's too scratchy to sleep in, much to my dismay. After researching the matter, I determined that a three ply cotton mask is sufficient to keep out stuff bigger than one micron, which covers pollen, dust mites, dander, mold and a great deal of dust. Virus are another matter, but I'm not worried about swine flu; I just want to breathe.

I made my own 3 ply cotton mask, which is very breathable and lets me sleep without torment and wake refreshed. As soon as I take it off in the morning, I start coughing, so I know it works. The charcoal mask is still superior, but I bought surgical masks at Walmart today (superior filtering, but ugly) and will scavenge them to make more soft cotton masks.

Considering a Vogmask on Amazon, possibly pink so I don't look like a terrorist. I would come home from the store to see that terrorists have bombed Belguim...sigh.

Of course, now I'll have to write about a masked mage. Kicking around an idea for a metal mage in a junkyard. Much less anguishy than that the last one, promise. There might be a dark elf involved...

Wednesday, March 16, 2016

Ninja Me

My doctor has been asking me to wear a mask for years during pollen season, but I didn't realize how much it would help my asthma and allergic headache. As a result of pride and stubbornness, I suffered from spring bronchitis, severe asthma and the horrible foggy, drunk feeling that spring allergies bring. As a result, I was trapped indoors with air purifiers and felt unsafe driving, shopping, etc. It also cut into my work time, resulting in weeks of lost productivity.

This mask is life changing. I love it. I told my kids they could call me ninja mom, because it's not at all like a stupid looking paper invalid mask. Yes, it fogs my glasses a bit, but it's easy to ignore, plus the steam inside the mask is soothing to my lungs. Best of all, I don't wheeze when raking, I have energy, and the stupid pollen is defeated.

I love that it's washable and love the price. I'm ordering more.

Famixyal Top Quality 2 Pcs Fashion Three Ply Activated Carbon Cotton Warm Mask Anti Dust Mask Anti-fog Mask Earloop Face Mask Safety Respirator Particle Respirator Home and Surgical Face Masks Filter Antivirus Bacteria Fog Haze Protective Guaze Mask

Famixyal Top Quality 2 Pcs Fashion Three Ply Activated Carbon Cotton Warm Mask

I slept in the mask last night and will be wearing it unless I eat, shower or brush my teeth for the next few weeks. On the one hand, Walmart is going to be interesting, but I got so disoriented and dizzy after forgetting to hold my breath in the laundry department (chemical sensitivity) that my daughter had to drive home. She even treated me to a lecture for scaring her; it's a weird reversal when your teenagers start mothering you.

Stores are usually tricky, since the dairy/wheat allergy usually leaves me dizzy and breathless. I prefer to shop early, and of course that's when the bread and pizza is baking.

Trust me, you can't hold your breath through an entire shopping trip.

Antique stores are fun, but not if old musty stuff triggers asthma. I'm hoping that won't be a problem anymore.

The final thing, the big tamale, is church. Perfumes, an old, musty building, chemicals...I haven't been able to attend our church in years. It'll be odd testing the mask there, but there are a few other sick people wearing surgical masks for cancer, etc. I'm sure the ninja will blend in soon enough.

Might even start a fashion trend. We can be the "Ninja Church". We already have a Korean congregation that shares the building, so it's not that far fetched.

The important thing is, I don't have to be afraid anymore, and I don't have to miss out on work. My son requested one for when the pollen makes his eyes swell and my husband is going to use one when he cuts the grass, which he's quite allergic to.

Ninja family. Sounds like a book...or at least a cartoon.


Friday, February 5, 2016

Breaker's Ruin is loaded on Amazon

Breaker's Ruin is uploaded on Amazon, and is available now.

For all other formats, it will be out on Feb 19. Sales are supposed to be superior with a bit of lead time, so I split the difference in marketing vs. immediate availability.

Apple is a big seller and the UK, Australia and the US make the most sales, although Germany has a surprising number; if I were going to translate into any language, it would definitely be German.

That said, I haven't pursued translations or audio books, simply because I've got my hands full creating and managing content.

Speaking of, I've got to update my website and do a bit of advertising. Stuff to do...

Happy reading!

Monday, February 1, 2016

Thursday, January 21, 2016

Breaker's Ruin Blurb and comments

Convergence, book 2. Coming soon wherever ebooks are sold.

Daisy has the perfect family…until it falls apart. Suddenly her dragon father is ill and her mother pregnant with twins. Her brother is too young to help, and when their mother gets sick, Daisy must decide if remaining human is best for the hatchling’s future.

Breaker wants Daisy, complications and all, until a terrible accident changes everything. Is he strong enough to overcome it, or will his pride be Breaker’s ruin?


I had a crap year with extra crap sauce. Breaker's Ruin reads like it. Oh, it's well written, but I had a lot to get off my chest. Good people die. Parents prove to be merely human. People Daisy loves get hurt.

With all that, it still has an amazing ending. Her life isn't perfect, but it's balanced. She'll never be bored with the challenges ahead, and you're left with the feeling that she and Breaker are going to do an outstanding job.

Also, she gets to eat a bad guy. Dragons have all the luck.

Sunday, January 17, 2016

Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Beware artificial sweeteners

Ran out of the stevia sweetener I was using and didn't want to go to the store, used a sprinkle of sugar instead. Now the fatigue and some digestive issues I've had in the last couple of years are going away. Coincidence? I don't think so.

Working on BR. The end is near.