I think I’m just amusing myself at this point…
The saint and I were walking our dog recently around our neighborhood. When returning home, I picked up one of those pesky advertisement newspapers that people like to deposit on your driveway so you can then put it promptly into the recycling bin. Kind of like when someone leaves a flier on your windshield–it’s just too kind of them to give you an extra chore to do that day. A woman passed by, walking briskly and offered us a wide smile.
“Three more days, right? Can’t wait!” she chirped. I realized she was recognizing us as the owner of the Biden Harris 2021 sign, standing next to our BLM flag. We had decided to leave the election sign up until at least the inauguration; the BLM flag up for all eternity. Stalwart resolutions against the Trump flags and signs we had seen scattered haphazardly around our area. I had recently applied a coat of fabric paint to the flag, freshening its sun bleached surface.
“Y-yeah,” I replied, my shy nature ever present amongst, well, everyone since birth. Let’s be honest.
“Go Biden!” I returned, offering a smile and a wave as she returned to achieve her walking goals.
One successful human interaction, in the bag.
Just a little story, showing there are still nice people out there, encouraging one another to stick it out. Over the past year, I have witnessed the good (peaceful BLM marches) to the bad (see recent Capitol atrocity) play out around me, with the pandemic lingering above the stage, ever present. We are living in a crescendo of history, forces pitting themselves against each other, people drawing lines of a social Civil War that’s amping up across capitols nationwide.
On my current WIP (GOTD), I am nearing the 45,000 word mark. I’m not much for word counts–I think a story is as long as it needs to be–but it serves as a helpful indicator to show how far I’ve come through my starts, stops and rewrites. I’ve probably broken all the “rules” of writing six times to Sunday by now, but that’s alright. What matters is the final product.
I’ve gone ahead and updated my website, and posted a brief teaser of my next book under “Works in Progress.” I hope you’ll give it a read, a like and an encouraging air high five from six feet away. I’ll be sure to return the encouragement. We all need that, don’t we? And in final news, Peregrine Arc reached 400 subscribers the other day. Similar feelings with follower counts as with word counts, but a useful marker all the same.
How is your writing going? Are you taking care of yourself? Growing a little more every day? Update us in the comments below. Cheers and happy writing. Stay out of the stagnant water of ignorance and hatred—go forth and flourish!
Did you know you can get a poison ivy rash in the Fall and Winter, even after all the leaves have fallen off the plant, and just the vines and roots are left? I did not. The saint and I knew we had a few patches left in our garden beds to get rid of–we waited until a few frosts had passed. I walked into our backyard recently to find a field of crunchy frost, thick and deliciously cold. Now was the time to finally kill the fiend–or so I thought. It still lived, quietly waiting to attack. War was here. But I was ready.
You can’t burn the evil that is poison ivy–the smoke releases the infamous urushiol oil from the plant (what gives you the rash) and you can inhale the oil into your lungs. If you pick the plant (see: forcefully yank up the said beast with a wild glint of triumph and malice), you’ll need to wash all your clothing–and your body–thoroughly–including the gloves and other protective gear you should be wearing. Otherwise the oil lingers and chuckles in glee, causing continued reactions for up to a year. I did discover one alternative to eradicating the evil plant. GOATS. Goats eat poison ivy apparently–along with a plethora of other items questionable to our human guts.
I may write a letter to Heaven then, asking Gabriel to send forth a holy flock from on high to my backyard one day soon. Kill the evil that is, dear little goaties, once and for all. Go forth and conquer!
Just some short and sweet, spoopy painting on good ol’ Jack. I am still learning how to film and edit, but I think I see progress. Where, you ask? Just ask Jack. He was there.
I love Jack-O-Lanterns. I should put a pumpkin in my next book. How’s your current work in progress? Let us know in the comments below. Enjoy everyone.
I wombled up to bat today and took a swing at reading a few pages of my book, Memory Bound. This short excerpt is taken from the beginning of the prologue on pages 1-2. Memory Bound is a horror book and can be found on Amazon in both hard copy (soft cover) and as an e-book. Or you can request your local library to order a copy for you to read and to add to their circulation.
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Fiddled around some more with my new camera and editing software today. The steamworks on YouTube is slowly getting up and running. I also discovered how to do subtitles. Let the snarky humor commence…
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Fun fact: I own a dog who is not only never happy, she’s also never had food before. I’ll offer her a baby carrot* on which she’ll crunch on and then look at me shortly for another.
“I’ve never had a carrot before, mother.”
“You just had six.”
*intense stare with violin music*
The next day, I offer her a mushroom while cooking.
“I’ve never had a mushroom, mother–“
The next-next day.
“Would you like your dinner?”
“I’ve never had—“
You get the jist.
In fact, she was just whining to me while I typed this. I looked up, asked her to come to my chair…and watched as she passed me and sauntered into the kitchen instead.
The sassiness is real.
I once had a vet tech tell me my dog was overweight. (She was, but only by a few pounds, which she quickly shed with walks. The saint and I both thought she was too thin after we rescued her. Apparently we went overboard on the treats…)
The vet tech said “If your dog is still hungry after her meals, try mixing in frozen veggies into her kibble.”
I just stared at this said vet tech. I wanted to know where she went to school. Had she ever owned a dog? What mockery was this?
“She’s a Lab. They’re ALWAYS hungry!”
It’s a universally acknowledged truth, that a plate in possession of a delicious meal is clearly in want of a Labrador…
I should go back now and educate this young vet tech some more. How my dog loves to sniff out other animal poo (and eat it, if she’s too fast for us to stop her), jump around excitedly after successfully going herself (a practice I think we should all adopt) and her penultimate favorite:
She loves to eat dead things. Case in point:
I think a hawk or an owl dropped a half of something in our backyard one day, that used to be a whole something. Oh, don’t you worry–my dog found it. Yes, indeed. And proceeded to put it inside her mouth! That was a happy day for her. Oh, happy, happy days. And an entertaining day for my neighbors as well, while they watched me chase my dog around our yard and pry her little stubborn jaws open…
Just some quick humor, all you wonderful readers. I ordered a ring light for my YouTube channel (which is recently, yet slowly, up and running). I’m hoping to film some more this weekend and picked up some goodies for some projects. Subscribe, follow and sashsay.
Write on! ✏️
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*Check PetMD and or with your vet before giving your dog different foods to try. Be safe–their bodies and nutritional needs are different than ours.
With these poison ivied hands, I filmed and posted my first video on my Author YouTube page. It’s definitely a practice video–I was getting used to my camera, a new video editing software I’m trying out and the process of uploading to YouTube. I know I’ll probably chuckle at this video in a few years, but in good humor.
The videos will vary and either have subtitles or me (possibly) talking in the future. For this round, I just have some music playing. Enjoy and happy writing. Ker-kaw!
My camera came today for my forthcoming YouTube channel. The UPS truck backed into our driveway and gave a friendly “Toot! Toot!” on his horn. It was getting darker outside and thundering in the distance when the saint went to sign for the box. I couldn’t help but think of the oft’ used phrase, “It was a dark and stormy night…” What a nice start to a horror author’s YouTube adventure, I thought to myself, amused…
Some general information on the channel thus far:
- I’ll be staying off camera mostly and will probably be using subtitles with background music. I’m sure the style will evolve as I learn and become more comfortable, but this is my foundation so far.
- I’ll be doing arts and crafts projects, discussing literature, the horror genre and writing as a whole. I’ll be talking about my own writing, too, of course.
- One of my goals is to film a book trailer for Memory Bound. This will definitely be a bigger project that will take some time, but I’m looking forward to the process. Hopefully we don’t scare the neighbors too much…
I hope you’ll join us on this adventure. I’m going to start filming tomorrow to test out some ideas and get used to the software I’ll be using. It’s definitely a big step for me, but it’s a dream I’ve had for a long, long time. 😊
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