Friday, December 18, 2015

PUBLISHED

It's official! Woot woooooooot!

I Walked with Shadows is on Amazon as a Kindle Book!  This is a dream come true and I am so stinkin' happy.  Mostly, I'm happy that I finally finished it!  I'm about forty pages into the second book...so hopefully that one will be done in about a month, but for now I'm CELEBRATING THIS ONE!

One of the best things about self publishing is that I get to keep my writing and story the way I want it, while still having the bragging rights of being published.  Except, when I tell people....well, let's just say that this very wonderful picture is completely true:



#RealLife #CanWriteButCan'tSpeak #Sherlocked

Point is, I'm STOKED to be PUBLISHED :)

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Teasers and Adventures

#JustAnAverageDay  #NatureMakesMyLifeWonderful

Today I went on an adventure to Ross...normally I don't have the money for any kind of shopping adventures, but when I do have money this is one of my favorite places to spend it. Extra big smile :)


I also just wrote this and thought it made the perfect teaser...this is for you Julie, bahahahahahaha




Holly hesitated.  That seemed like a loaded question and she didn’t dare answer for fear of being wrong.  “I know they haven’t told me everything they know.  They knew of Eldirion.”

The queen straightened.  “And?”

“They wouldn’t say.”

The queen growled. “You must make them.  Holly, that name came to me while I scried on the Autumn Equinox.  Eldirion is important.  Perhaps as important as you and Connor are.”

Holly privately wondered how Connor could be important when he’d obviously disappeared, but didn’t say it.  Instead she asked, “Can you not find out more about who Eldirion is?”

“It’s not easy to scry.”  The fairy snorted.  “It’s near impossible when it’s not a day of magic.  Only the dwarves possess that sort of gift.”

“The…dwarves?”

“Foresight is their blood gift.”  The fairy said carelessly.  “It’s why they’ve been hunted down and nearly destroyed.  The other races thought their gift too powerful.  If it couldn’t be controlled, it was a threat.”

“I’ve never imagined dwarves as having visions of the future.”

The fairy cast her a sidelong glance.  “Oh, yes.  They were very powerful.  Very powerful, indeed.”

Monday, December 7, 2015

CHAG URIM SAMEACH!!!!!

Happy Hanukkah my friends!

No matter who you are or what you believe, we could all stand to learn more about other cultures and religions.  Learning about other religions and faiths builds understanding.  Understanding creates empathy which in turn creates compassion.  Compassion and love change human lives.  Let's change lives together.

The first blessing on Hanukkah is said as the "shamash" or helper candle is lit (this is the candle used to light the other candles.

Baruch atah, Adonai Eloheinu, Melech haolam, asher kidshanu bmitzvotav vtsivanu lhadlik ner shel Hanukkah.
Baruch atah, Adonai Eloheinu, Melech haolam, asher kid'shanu b'mitzvotav v'tsivanu l'hadlik ner shel Hanukkah.
"Blessed are You, Adonai our God, Sovereign of all, who hallows us with mitzvot, commanding us to kindle the Hanukkah lights."

Judaism, at its core, is the expression of the covenantal relationship between God and the children of Israel.  It is filled with symbolism of God's love, promises, and relationship with His children.

Hanukkah, or the Festival of Lights, celebrates the rededication of the second time the Holy Temple was built in Jerusalem.  That was, and it is today, a time of joy and hope.

Furthermore, I just personally love the symbolism of a candle.

"A candle is a small thing.  But one candle can light another.  And see how its own light increases, as a candle gives its flame to the other.  You are such a light." ~Moshe Davis (Jewish Rabbi and Scholar)

#HappyHanukkah #FreedomOfReligion #LightTheFire

Also, this is how much I love candles...I literally wrote a poem about two years ago about candles, fire, faith, and religion:


Once
that quivering
 flame was the source of
light on the darkest night.
Now, lucky to be lit
for a nice aroma
or perhaps,
for the roasting of sugary marshmallows.
How many religions throughout time have made
use of Prometheus’s stolen gift of a spark?
Hannukah, Diwali, Jashne Sade, Samhain,
and more.  Even Vesta’s temple was lit forever
by the sacred flame.  And who should lead all of
Israel through the wilderness but a pillar of cloud
and fire.  Then there is dear, sweet Santa Lucia
crowned in her wreathe of candles.  Yet today
the very pinnacles of her crown are reduced to
 rare usage, reserved only for when the storms of life
cause all other sources of comfort and hope to fail.
Then, at very last, we take away the bushel
and allow the spark to take root in our hearts.


Friday, December 4, 2015

Compassion Becomes You

I have three favorite quotes that have completely changed my life.  This is one of them.

"If we could read the secret history of our enemies, we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility."  ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I know these have been around awhile, but I really want this bumper sticker.  It's amazing.


#Compassion #PowerOfFaith #ReallyWantThis

I have a degree in Anthropology and it is one of the best things I ever did.  The reason is simple.  Anthropology taught me how to look beyond myself and see the world through other people's eyes.  Once we stop looking just at ourselves and how "I" view the world, we are far more inclined to look with compassion and empathy on the lives of others.

 Everyone has a different view of the world and everyone has different beliefs, but we all believe something.  The ability to believe and have faith is crucial to our being human.  We need to cultivate the ability to firmly and confidently stand in our own beliefs while helping and encouraging others in their own faith.  Faith should never be belittled or mocked.  Faith molds each of us into the humans that we are.

Lastly, one of the most important lessons I have ever learned is that God sees us through the eyes of perfect love.  He does not define us by our faults and our inability to be perfect.  He defines us by the spark of divinity within each of us.  Whether you believe in God or not, I say from experience that if we can cultivate that same attitude and see each other through the eyes of perfect love, much of the world's problems would disappear.  I've seen first hand how love can completely change people, both the giver and the receiver.

Thursday, December 3, 2015

Totally Lost, but Found the Cool



That moment when you're lost and you meet the most amazing people.

About two years ago, I was out walking and stumbled across a lady using a broom to write in the snow.  She called herself "Mama Jean" (literally she called herself that...apparently speaking in third person was her thing).  She was what I like to term as a hoot and a holler. 

This picture just says it all.  



You gotta love people that aren't afraid to express themselves, no matter their medium.

 #WhenYou'reLost #JustATypicalDay #FreedomOfSpeech #FreedomOfReligion

Advice:  If you can't find an adventure, just go walk around.  At bare minimum, you'll be getting exercise, but chances are that the more lost you are, the more amazing the experience will be.  Just be open to talking to everyone, no matter how crazy they seem.

Tuesday, December 1, 2015

Book Two in the Sightless Trilogy

Here is the first chapter from Book Two in the Sightless Trilogy

As you know, if you've read the first book, I rotate points of view.  Where the first book was told exclusively from Holly and Conner's points of view, this second book will be told almost exclusively from Holly and her friend Laney's points of view.



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            It was a beautiful day.  Fall was nearly done, winter trying to sneak in early, the snow had even finally fallen, and the ugly scars of the world were covered by pure, shining white.

            But it was wickedly cold, Holly thought shivering.  Is that the price that people were willing to pay in order to hide the things they don’t want to see?

            She shook off the pensiveness.  Those thoughts didn’t even make sense, anyways.  People didn’t pay for snow. 

Instead, she turned away from the window and went to her bed.

            Something cracked inside of her and for a second, emotions overwhelmed her.  She sat cross-legged on the bed and took several deep breaths.  She fought the sudden rising panic and pain.  Slowly, brick by brick, she rebuilt up the wall to contain the pain.

            “Holly?”

            Her gaze was jerked to the doorway.  “Oh, sorry Laney, was I supposed to meet you today?”

            Laney shook her head and slipped into her room.  Looking concerned, she sat on the edge of the bed.  Her large brown eyes were sympathetic.  “You doing okay?”

            Of everyone, Laney was the only person who didn’t think that Holly had been tortured, drugged, and temporarily insane during the several weeks she was absent.  During the weeks she had been traveling with Connor

            Holly’s parents were afraid to ask her about it.  They were afraid she might try to tell them more of her “hallucinations”.  Her other good friend, Nola, would nod sympathetically, but there was always that look on her eyes.  It was the look of someone who thought her friend had been abused to the point of breaking. 

It was the looks on their faces that hurt the most.

            Laney’s gentle sympathy undid the walls Holly had just painstakingly built.  She dropped her head and curled into herself, trying to hide the tears.  Laney instantly scooted closer.  Instead of trying to say the right words, Laney just held her.  There was no judgment, no secret looks.

            Still, it was hard to accept and after a short moment, Holly forced the tears to stop.  She shook a little from the effort, as if the emotions were bottled so tightly they might burst free at any moment.  One more deep breath and she was in control again.

            “Sorry,” She apologized.

            Laney shrugged.  “Happens to the best of us.  Remember the time when we were eight and I made cookies for the baker’s son?”

            A stray snort slipped out of Holly.  “Oh life, yes.”

            Laney tried unsuccessfully to keep a straight face.  “He literally threw the cookies at me one by one until I ran away screaming.”

            Holly dissolved into giggles.  “You showed up here and you had crumbs all over.  I thought you had eaten an entire batch of cookies without me!”

            Laney sighed and shook her head, pretending a pout.  “I was so embarrassed.  I didn’t tell anyone but you the truth.  When my parents asked, I told them I dropped the cookies.  It was less embarrassing.”

            Outside the window, Holly noticed two men in well-tailored coats.  She sobered.  “What are they doing here?”  She groaned.

            Laney followed her gaze and scowled.  “I thought they were done investigating Frost’s death.”  She rose and went to the window to get a better look.  “Thank goodness.  They’re not coming here.  They’re heading towards the forest.”

            “Good.” Holly said venomously.

            After Connor had left her, she’d been interrogated over and over again about Sir Frost’s death.  What was she supposed to say?  Yes, she knew who had killed him and she’d traveled with the assassin and possibly developed feelings for him until he abandoned her?  Albeit, he abandoned her at her home with her family and friends around to care for her, but still…

            It was too painful to think about and Holly had more important things to think about.

            “Were you able to get into the Balthazar’s library?”  The Balthazar’s were the local nobility.

            Laney nodded.  She’d taken up a post there as a maid just for the sole purpose of accessing their library in secret.  “I checked, Holly, but I couldn’t find any records of a man named Eldeorin.”

            Holly sighed.  During her travels with Connor, she’d made a bargain with a young fairy queen named Blossom that had resulted in a bond between them that Holly still didn’t completely understand.  All she knew was that somehow some of the fairy’s power was within her and that now her life was the fairy’s to command.  After Connor had left, the fairy had visited Holly twice.  The first time was to explain why the fairies needed Holly. 

Long ago the fairies had become divided.  The four seasonal courts, also called the Seelie Courts, wanted to protect and help create life in the mortal world.  The Unseelie Court was corrupt from a desire for power.  They’re greatest desire was rule over the perfect race, but when they looked at the races around them, they saw only weakness.  They went on a rampage, killing thousands of innocents and manipulating others to do their bidding. 

In order to save the world they loved, the rulers of the Seelie Court exiled all of the fairies of the royal courts into another realm in what would later be called the Fey Exodus.  The realm they lived in now was called Farwhere.  Holly didn’t know anything about that realm, except that it was mentioned in a human children’s song:

If you see a fairy ring in a field of grass, very lightly step around, tiptoe as you pass;
Fairies danced there seasons past, movements light and fair, nothing gold can ever last
They’ve now gone farwhere

If you see a tiny fey, offering you food, quickly close your eyes and run, they can do no good.
Fairies long to steal your soul, they’ll take you to their lair, til you are their captive thrull
Belonging now in farwhere

 The last time Holly had wandered outside, she’d heard a group of children playing the fairy game.  She’d frozen in place, watching them, because somewhere, underneath all the childish banter, there was that grain of truth.  The truth was that the fairies had gone Farwhere.  The truth was that she had stepped in a fairy ring and now she was their captive.  Not that the fairy queen abused her, but the thing she asked her to do seemed so very impossible…

According to the queen, the Unseelie Court had spent the last thousands of years fighting to return to the mortal world.  During that time, the Seelie Courts had held them at bay.  Recently, though, the Unseelies had found help from this side and the Seelie Courts had grown weak.

            Blossom, who was the queen of the Spring Court, hadn’t been able to identify who the Unseelie’s liaisons were on this side.  That hadn’t stopped her from commanding Holly to hunt down the liaisons, a hefty task for a normal human girl.  When Holly had mentioned that, the queen claimed someone named Eldeorin would be able to help.

“It figures.  I don’t think he’s even a man.” Holly muttered.

            “Oh?”

            “The way the fairy queen talked about him…I don’t know.  She said her sight was clouded, but that there was someone who could help me on this side, almost like he would be able to see…things.  That doesn’t sound like a normal human to me.”

            “So you think he’s of the magic races?”

            “Probably.”

            Laney blew out a breath.  “That makes this a million times harder.”

            “Which just makes it even more likely.  Nothing’s ever easy anymore.”

            Laney plopped down on the bed and attempted a smile, nudging Holly.  “It wouldn’t be an adventure if it wasn’t hard.”

            Holly managed a smile.

            It had always been something of a joke between Laney, Holly, and Nola.  Nola was practical, but sometimes ridiculous one.  Laney was the romantic dreamer, and Holly was the adventurer.  It was a shame that now that she’d finally found an adventure, she almost longed for peace.

            No, not really peace…she just longed for the one person who had made her feel safe no matter how dangerous their adventure got.

            But she didn’t have Connor anymore.

            What she did have was an amazing friend who put up with her melodramatic self.

            Holly forced a bright smile.  “Well, there’s nothing we can do about it now.  I’ll try to contact the queen later.  How about we go to the market and distract ourselves?”

            Laney brightened instantly.  “Yes, please!”

            Holly recognized the glow in her friend.  “You’re just hoping to see the new falconer for the Balthazar’s.”

            “He’s from out of town and cook swears he’s dreamy.”  Laney replied cheerfully.

            “That cook is also about a hundred years old,” Holly muttered as she carefully tugged on a pair of gloves. She never went out without them on.  For some reason it bothered her to have other people see her fairy mark.  It made them look at her strangely.

            “Doesn’t mean she doesn’t have good taste.  I hear that her husband was a looker in their younger days.”

            Holly’s lips spread in a real smile. Her friend was incorrigible.
           

            Laney kept a careful eye on Holly as they browsed.

            She didn’t like how obvious it was that her friend hadn’t been sleeping.

            “This cloth is beautiful, isn’t it?”  She commented, indicating a length of midnight blue cloth.  The vendor sniffed, looking down his nose at the two girls who obviously weren’t well off.

            Laney ignored him.

            Holly’s eyes had wandered over to another stand where the man was selling all sorts of weaponry.  Now, she jerked back to attention.  “It would bring out your eyes.”

            The response was more automatic then complimentary.

            Laney glanced over at the weapons and bit her lip.  It didn’t take a genius to figure out why Holly was eying them.  “Those look wicked sharp.”

            Holly looked guilty.  “Probably.”

            A distraction, that’s what Holly needed.  What they both needed, really.  It was exhausting to always be worried about someone else, but Laney wouldn’t tell her friend that.  Holly needed her right now.  Pushing aside her own exhaustion, Laney pasted on a smile.  “Look, there’s a vendor selling sweets!”

            She caught Holly’s elbow and towed her along.  She kept up a stream of chatter while they browsed and each chose a sweet treat.  Laney then led them over towards Balthazar’s property.  “Have you ever seen their garden?  It’s magnificent.”

            Holly hesitated. “I’m not sure they’d like me wandering there.”

            “Oh, well, they can kick us out then.  And hopefully fire me.  Lord Balthazar is a stickler for spotless glass.  I can’t tell you how many times I cleaned the windows.” Laney rolled her eyes.

            Holly’s lips twitched.  “You can complain all you want, but I know you happen to like the salary they pay you.”

            Laney smoothed a hand over her new cloak.  It was the nicest cloak she’d over owned.  “Ah, well, so I do.  If anyone asks, we’ll just have to lie and say that you’re a new maid, too.”

            Holly followed her through the old iron gate.  “I really appreciate all that you’re doing, but you know that you don’t have to risk your job for me, right?”

            Laney brushed aside her worries easily.  “You can pay me back later.”  Besides, Laney thought to herself, it was worth the trouble she’d get in when it meant that Holly actually looked a bit like her old self.

            They found a walkway with a tall hedge on one side, hiding them from view of the house.  Holly let out a small sigh.  “I bet these gardens are fabulous in the spring.”

            Laney was about to respond, and then she got distracted. “Do you hear that?”

            Holly cocked her head, listening.  “Someone’s singing.”

            “Come on,” Laney ducked into another path and led Holly through a maze of twists and turns.

            “It must be nice to be wealthy and titled,” Holly muttered.

            “But it really must be,” Laney emphasized.  “I don’t even know what the Balthazar’s do with all their money.”

            “They certainly don’t keep up the statues,” Holly nodded at a well-weathered stone woman.

            “Mmk.”  Laney turned the force of her brown gaze on Holly. “Well, are you going to tell me what you’re planning?”

            Holly looked guilty again.  “What do you mean?”

            Laney just raised an eyebrow.

            Her shoulder’s sagging, Holly gave in.  “If this man Eldirion is of another race, then I’m not going to find out anything about him here.”

            Laney may have acted ditzy and stupid on occasion, but the truth was she wasn’t slow.  Not when things were this important.  “When are you leaving?  And how?  It’s not like you can just go wandering around the magic forest and beyond in the other lands.”

            Holly’s hazel eyes focused on a towering wisteria plant.  “I’ll leave as soon as possible.  I just need to find a map, or at least figure out some kind of destination.”

            Feeling unusually practically, Laney pressed.  “And if you can’t find a map, how will you figure out a destination?”

            Holly bit her lip and then let out a long breath.  “Wood elves.  I at least know how to find the wood elves.”

            “The ones who almost killed you?”

            “I don’t think they ever intended to kill me.  Maybe enslave me, but not kill.  Besides, that was partially because of…Connor.  The elves don’t like the other races of elves.”

            “Shocking,” Laney said sarcastically and plopped down on a bench.  “Because the races aren’t messed up enough with more hate and prejudice.”

            Holly’s lips twitched.  “Honestly, Laney, you should have seen them.  I mean, they looked so similar to Connor that they could have been brothers.  The only difference was hair color and, well, that Connor looked half starved.”

            Laney’s intelligent eyes took in how her friend had lit up.  She also noted how Holly had actually said Connor’s name without stumbling.  “Well, I just hope they’re at least attractive if we’re going to be spending time with them, slaves or not.”  She tilted her head up to the fading fall sun.  “I hate how cold it’s getting.  The end of fall is like the end of all things good.” She shivered.  “The sun goes down so early and it’s starting to get so cold.  It’ll be a pain to travel in this weather.”  She eyed her friend.  “We’ll have to get you a new cloak and boots.”

            There was a look of relief on Holly’s face, but she still pointed out, “You don’t have to come with me, Laney.  It’s dangerous and we could end up dead.”

            Truth be told, Laney was scared, but there was something more important right now.  “Well, if you get injured, I’ll just find us a circle of mushrooms or rocks or something and say a wish.  I’m sure that fairy girl can work a bit of magic to keep us alive, since this is mostly her fault.”


            Holly reached out and hugged her.  Laney firmly pushed her fear aside and focused on her friend.  “I couldn’t ask for a better friend, Laney.”

Real Talk Time

I found this on pintrest...it's just so true...I mean, so true like that's totally me or something I would do.

The best part is...you know that people who don't care what anyone else thinks are the one's who are having the jolliest time.

New goal.  Do something crazy every day and just don't care what anyone else thinks.