Spotlight: Author Kaine Andrews

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Kaine Andrews

First off, lets get to know Kaine a little…

Kaine Andrews was born in San Diego, California, before being spirited away to Carson City, Nevada. There he has remained, with the exception of one memorable week in Bend, Oregon and one small tour in hell (AKA Chandler, Arizona.)

Raised among a family filled with NASCAR loving, mechanically minded folk who considered themselves witches, Kaine’s unique upbringing and early escape from the halls of education, along with the theft of his father’s typewriter, led him to the demented scribbling that he refers to as his “work.”

Through the course of his life, Kaine has been involved in television production, retail work, criminal psychology, newspaper writing, radio and criminology as well as earning trade-school degrees in private investigation, computer programming, freelance writing and motorcycle repair. This eclectic background has left him with a fractured worldview and a number of unique experiences to translate into his writing.

He currently remains in Carson City, while dreaming of the Oregon coast, wrestling with his pet coyote and hoping to one day elope with Katy Perry.

Now I want a pet coyote…but all the ones on my land are afraid of me 😦  . Kaine was every so sweet to indulge in my 10 silly questions. But come on…He has a pet coyote…everyone should have a pet coyote for the zombie apocalypse. ~sage nod~ On with the questions, and man, are they great answers!!!

10 Questions, Zoe style…
1. What is your writing process?
I don’t know that I really have a process, at least not one that I could call that. It’s more channeled insanity; you know what they say, take your handicaps and make them work for you! Generally, though, almost all of my fiction writing starts with a character – human or not. Something trips in the brain and they’re there, nattering and chewing on my ear, and just won’t shut up. Eventually, I get sick of it, and start talking back, asking them what it is that has them in such a state; if they answer back, I start writing it down. “And then…?” I say, and they tell me what happened, and why, and to who.
This generally means I’m sitting there talking to myself – often out loud, and with outlandish accents so I can keep my characters straight – in my computer chair or the cab of my truck, while my dog looks at me as though I’ve gone insane. But it seems to work, so I’m not going to complain.
If I ever hit a point where the character in question just shrugs and gives me a “Hell if I know!” in response, I start interrogating the other characters that have come up, fishing for which one of them has the next thread in the story. Rinse and repeat until they all tell me “The story is done. I’ll go away, now.”
For something that’s more practical and useful, I think the most important aspect of the process is that you do it every day. It doesn’t matter what you write – or even how much, really – but it does matter that you do it. Scribble a sentence on a manuscript, do a blog post, respond to an e-mail, just make sure you write something.
2. What do you read for pleasure?
Anything! Well, almost. Sometimes things get filed under “research” rather than “pleasure,” but for the most part, I enjoy research. Except when I’m trying to figure out something that I don’t care for or really have no interest in, and am only digging to satisfy my natural curiosity about people and the things they adore. But if it’s my absolute 100% choice with nothing resembling “work” wrapped up in it, I usually end up rereading Stephen King or Clive Barker, or digging around in the horror/sci-fi section of a used bookstore, picking something based on just how atrocious or hokey the cover art is, and diving in.
I’ve actually found some amazing reads that way; probably the best was Mr. Hands by Gary A. Braunbeck, which is probably the most amazing book I’ve read in a very long time.
I also spend far too much time on Wikipedia. I’ll pick a random article, and just keep following links until I’m tired or something fixates in my head and turns it into actual work instead of just random knowledge digestion.
3. What is the greatest joy of writing/blogging for you?
Seeing how it all comes out. When I’m writing a story, I might have some idea of where it’s going and how it’ll all wash out, but more often than not, one of my characters will say “Uh, no. That’s not what happened,” and proceed to correct me. Often strenuously. With a ruler, in the manner of a Catholic school teacher. Typically the ending is as much of a surprise to me as it may be to any eventual readers. Watching it unfold and seeing the words spilling from my fingers – along with questioning “Am I really doing this?” – serves as my primary entertainment.
As noted, I may be insane, and merely trying to find ways to make that into a productive endeavor.
4. Can you tell us a little about yourself?
Oh, what highlights to hit… hmm. Well, for the things that I am in no way responsible for but am bizarrely proud of department, I’m descended from Scottish royalty, have amazing hair that is resistant to all damage and often has people threatening to scalp me, and I have enough genetic and medical anomalies that somehow manage to coexist that I could probably safely provide for retirement by selling myself to science. So far as personal accomplishments, I finished high school when I was 13, almost had a psychology degree and was going to move to Virginia to be a criminal profiler with the FBI and worked in television and radio production for twelve years. I have a pet coyote, play far too much Diablo III, and enjoy ghost hunting. I used to paint and play piano and guitar, before arthritis crawled into my hands and said “Uh, no,” and I’m still trying to train my computer to understand my accent for the eventuality that I won’t be able to run a keyboard anymore.
Oh, and if I ever actually make it big – or at least medium – I’m moving to Romania. I hear Bran Castle is for sale; if I could swing it, I would. Just to say “Yeah. I’m a horror novelist who lives in Dracula’s Castle.” Because that would be entirely too awesome.
5. What are your strengths and weaknesses when it comes down to sitting down and writing?
I think my greatest strength in that department is being able to get lost in my own story. When the characters are really talking to me and everything is gelling the way I like, as long as the coffee keeps flowing I can dump 8,000 words on the page in a day. I love those days.
The greatest weakness is the churlish, “I’m tired and don’t feel good and I hurt and I’m going to act like Sam Winchester and whine and flip my hair” aspect of me that glares at the computer chair or the iPad, knowing that there’s some work to be done, and not wanting to do it. Forcing myself to do it – even if it’s only to write one sentence – proves difficult sometimes. I’m also easily derailed by emotional or financial instability, prone to panicking rather than sitting down, taking a deep breath, and commencing the daily scribbles. Which of course only leads to more anxiety, which turns into a feedback loop, which means I don’t do any work at all for three months until something forces me back to it.
6. Do you have any strange writing habits?
Aside from talking to myself? 😉 The only one I can think of – the one that seems most counter to every piece of advice I’ve ever heard on the subject – is break time. My workhorses, tablet and desktop both, have all kinds of websites, social media, and games installed on them, and so long as I’ve scribbled at least one sentence in between, I find no guilt in opening those things and poking at them for a bit before returning to the work.
Everyone I’ve heard says that’s death for the creative process, but I find it keeps me running; if I don’t “time out” to go hunt for a Legendary item or watch a cat video, I go insane and end up with nothing but nonsense or just a handful of words. If the day is otherwise relatively empty of activity, I can have one of those 8k days and still have logged three hours on non-work endeavors.
7. What is your least favorite part of the publishing / writing/blogging process?
Marketing. I’m kind of a self-loathing individual, and I’ve also been termed, among other things, a “high-functioning depressive,” so liking myself or my work enough to try to convince other people to come see it is about as fun as dental work. Actually, less so; I’ve sat through more than twenty root canals (genetically bad teeth and a small measure of vanity are a terrible combination) and would do that again rather than have to Tweet “Hey, my book is free this weekend.” Add in that I really have no idea of how to market and there are so many conflicting opinions on the subject that trying to form a good, solid base to start from seems practically impossible, and you end up in my own personal Purgatory.
8. Are you a person who makes their bed in the morning, or do you not see much point?
I try. I really do. But between a dog that can’t decide if he’s shedding or not, odd hours, insomnia, and health problems that mean moving a mattress three inches is going to create day-long wrist pain and shortness of breath or a full-on allergy attack from the dust and pet fur flying when you flounce the sheet, and it becomes something I just try to avoid.
9. Where is one place you want to visit that you haven’t been before?
Only one? But I can’t decide! Okay. Fine. *flips coin* Romania. Scotland was a close second – supposedly I’m heir to a rock with a rock etched into it over there – but Two-Face’s method of solving all conflicts says Dracula’s Castle wins. Sneaking in a third option, the Vatican. I want to break into the secret library. Even if it’s not real. I just wanna see… just a peek? No?
10. Choose: Vampires, Werewolves, Demons or Zombies?
Going to have to go with demons on this one, because from a “pure” standpoint, they’re probably the most intellectual and devious of the bunch. Zombies are pretty straightforward. Werewolves, too (the furry guys are just better at hide and seek). They want to eat you. Vampires may occasionally be sexy or brainy, but they come back to “I want to eat you” in the end. For the long term mental harassment, can’t beat a devil or succubus. Plus I think they’re more interesting, if coming at them from an angle other than straight antagonist.
Vampires, werewolves, zombies; they were all human – or something close, depending on your viewpoint – at some point. They’re us, with bonus features. Demons as heroes or antiheroes or remorseful and potentially redeemable villains have an inhumanity to them; they were here before us, are separate from us, probably don’t think about things the way us silly Earth people do, and I think that opens a door for all sorts of interesting characterization that’s lacking in creatures that, even if they are technically inhuman, are still very grounded in human understanding of the way things work, and live and work and play with us every day.
Also, it’s somewhat of a cheat. Depending on how broad your definition of the word “demon” is, you can probably smuggle in elements of the others without the bellhop noticing. Bonus carry-on luggage!
Bonus Question: How prepared are you for the Zombie Apocalypse I’ve ordered?
Realistically, not at all. I am a fairly decent shot with a crossbow, a .22 rifle and a shotgun, and I do own and know how to use more than one heavy bladed object, but my physical handicaps are more than likely going to result in a fatal situation. Hard to get away from the horde while you’re wheezing more than Darth Vader and limping along like Frankenstein’s monster right after his radial electroshock therapy. I do have a backup plan, though; the neighbors are elderly and have walkers. Like the bumper stickers say, “I don’t have to be the fastest… just faster than you.”
Yes, I am a terrible person. 😉

I might just have to find this man, abduct him, and keep him in…well…I dont have a basement…How do you feel about chains, Kaine? I’ll protect you from the zombies!!! 😀

Okay, back to all the serious stuff. Kaine has written many things. Click on the pics to the direct buy links! Kaine’s works include the following…

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Disciple of Grief:

Michael Drakanis has lived as a shadow since the murder of his family three years ago. He’s given up his career as a homicide detective, cut himself off from his friends, burying himself in his grief. When his former partner Vincent Parker turns up on his doorstep bearing news of a new killing with disturbing similarities to the deaths of his family, Drakanis will discover there are forces at work far beyond anything he once knew… and those forces are hungry for something only Drakanis can provide. Drakanis must harness his unknown birthright and confront his family’s murderer before those forces break free and bring forth untold chaos.

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Blogs from the Basement:

Meet L. Cipher. Or Bob, as his father named him. He’s also known to go by Luke, Nero or Rufus. Having been watching the internet for some time, he’s decided it’s time to set the record straight with an off-color running commentary about the true history of life, the universe and everything. Collected from his ramblings and including the commentary of such folks as JbarJ, SweetMaryM and Alpha2Omega, Blogs from the Basement covers such topics as the creation of the universe, what Adam and Eve really looked like, and reasons why Bob wants to torch his neighbor’s house. Did we mention Bob is the devil?

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For Her…:

Anthony West has lost everything. He would give anything to see her once more, to hold her, to hear his voice in his ear. He should be careful what he wishes for.

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Shadow of Purity:

Ashriel, fallen from the grace of Eden, has spent long centuries avoiding the judgement of his former superior. Humanity’s time is drawing to a close however, and Ashriel finds himself as the fulcrum on which fate turns. His rebellion and personal crusades may be the only hope left. Ashriel must delve into his own forgotten past, hold discourse with angels and demons and discover the truth behind his own existence if he is to have any chance of survival, but the Seraph of Purity has other plans… and will stop at nothing to see them come to fruition.

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Woken:

Ophelia Roberts sleepwalks through a shadow of life, as she has since the tragic death of her sister five years ago. Roger Hathaway spends his time daydreaming of penance that will never be complete. Andrew Weiss, the unknown tie between them, sleeps dreamlessly in a comatose state. Soon, all three will wake… and blood will be spilled. The power of dreams and imagination may be supreme… but what happens when dreams become nightmares and imagination is soured by hatred and rejection? (Currently out of print; set for republication Spring 2015)

Insomniac Nightmares

A cop looking for his sister’s killer. A retired lawyer with an unhealthy obsession over a mysterious book. A young man on the Tokaido Road. An old woman under a streetlight. Judas Iscariot. All these individuals and more have gathered here to share their stories… and their terrors. Featuring twelve short stories, Insomniac Nightmares shows that everyone is afraid of something. (Set for release May 2015)

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Darkness of the Soul:

It is two days before Christmas and retired detective Michael Drakanis is whistling as he drives home. He is looking forward to spending the holiday with the two people he loves most in the world-his wife, Gina, and their son, Joey. But just as he crests the hill by his house, a dark premonition overwhelms him. A handful of cops await him with horrifying news. His beloved family has just been murdered in cold blood. Drakanis is now a widower for reasons he cannot fathom. Three years later, Drakanis is still helplessly stuck in the depths of the darkness that accompanies grief; he is content to simply survive from day to day. But when his former partner, Vince Parker, notifies him of another murder-with a crime scene eerily similar to Gina and Joey’s-Drakanis is unwillingly dragged into a murder investigation with little evidence except a dead body and a missing artwork. As Drakanis’s future hangs in the balance, those close to him must make a valiant attempt to save him-before his soul is stained forever.

That is, without a doubt, an impression collection of writings. For further information on Kaine and his works, you can catch him on his various social media accounts…

Website/Blog

Amazon Author Page
Facebook
Twitter
Wattpad
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Thank you so much Kaine, for giving us a little insight into your world, your wonderful collection of hard work, and of course, your plan for the zombie apocalypse!

Check Kaine and his work out, my lovelies!

Striving for a new goal

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The Horror Writers Association

I want to be a member of The Horror Writers Association something fierce. I have for some time now. However, being self-published does not qualify me for membership. I have to have something published and paid for (at least $25.00) or have won a cash prize and been published. The more the better.

So, since none of that has happened as of yet, I have hunted down some prize and publication paying competitions. Both will be VERY difficult.

The first and most pressing is a competition that costs $16.00 per entry, with a word limit of 6000. You all know writing short pieces are a challenge to me. ~headdesks~ The deadline for all entries is April 30th. I have skimmed through some of my ‘started and abandoned’ stories and found a couple that could possibly be expanded upon, or in some cases, edited, revised and shortened. I’d like to enter as many as possible.

The second is sort of weird. There are cash prizes and publication, but there isn’t like, a panel of judges. You may only make one entry, between 10k-40k word count. That’s not a big deal for me, I have two stories already that just need an unneeded paragraph or so deleted and some wordiness snipping. What makes this contest weird is that is determined by how many people download your story, which means you have to practically spam your story’s link everywhere as much as you can, get other people to spam it, and really work your ass off to get people to download the story, even if they don’t like the genre or want to read it. However, liking the genre and interest in the story is helpful, because I’m assuming there is a discussion forum for it as another part of ‘winning’ is the literary value, which the site does not state how that is determined. The deadline for that contest is June 4th.

I need something publish, even if its only a little winning, like the $25.00 minimum, to join the Horror Writers Association. Winning something more would be great, especially since you have to pay yearly dues to the Association.

The Horror Writers Association also holds their own contests for their writers, which again, I would love to be able to enter.

I could join as a ‘supporting non-professional writer’, but NO! I AM a professional. Or trying to be. ~whineswhineswhines~

So there you have it.

Camp NaNoWriMo is in April, with a 500 word count per day limit, so maybe I can flesh out some 6000 words or less stories and get them entered into the first competition, provided I have the $16.00 each entry fee’s. I have a few stories that are less than 1000 words, but to me, thats a little too short to be captivating for this competition. ~pouts~ But what do I know? 😦

The Spotlights are pretty much on hold for a bit. No one has been wanting to step up for my little stage to be interviewed or showcase their work. If you DO happen to want to, then please email me…I will most definitely take the time to shine the lights on fellow authors AND bloggers. (zoeambler@zoeambler.com or zoe.ambler5@gmail.com – please place ‘Spotlight’ in the subject line)

Spotlight: Author M.K. Theodoratus

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M. K. Theodoratus

Hooked by comic books at an early age, M. K. Theodoratus’ fascination with fantasy solidified when she discovered the Oz books by L. Frank Baum with his strong female characters. She has traveled through many fantasy worlds since then. When she’s not reading about other writer’s worlds, she’s creating her own.
 
Most of her stories are set in the Far Isles where she explores the political effects of genetic drift on a mixed elf human population. Lately, Theodoratus has been setting her stories in an alternate world of Andor where demons stalk humankind.
A sixth grade English assignment started her writing. The teacher assigned a short story. Theodoratus gave her an incomplete, 25-page Nancy Drew pastiche which turned into a full novel by the next summer. She’s been writing happily ever after ever since…for four or five writing careers. Most recently she’s been concentrating of her Andor stories, set in an alternate world where demons and magic plague humans.
Now for the ten wacky questions:
10 Questions, Zoe style…

What is your writing process?
I’m a seat-of-the-pants writer who usually starts with a character with a problem. Sometimes it’s acute, like a demon physical attack. Sometimes it’s ongoing, like Mariah’s pissing contest with Linden, my Far Isles Half-Elven. Then I think of who or what is causing the problems. Somewhere in the process I come up with a rough outline.
My actual writing is done at the computer, which is way more fun than working with typed pages, like in the old typewriter days. Yeah, I’m so old I can remember revising my manuscripts with tape and staples keeping my changes in order. But, I also am a massive collector of Post-It notes. I have pads scattered all over the house and in the car. When I have an idea, I jot it down to transfer it to my manuscripts, background info, and/or outline.
The background info creates a “bible” for each story or world so I can keep track of my characters and the place names and background information. Again, the computer comes in handy by creating shortcuts. I put a shortcut with each new story draft, and the changes/additions magically appear in the bible.
Oh, I basically write in the mornings after I check my two main emails and read my comics—Crankshaft, Funky Winkerbean, and For Better or Worse. Oh, I must confess I check my stats on Amazon and Smashwords for the previous day.

2. What do you read for pleasure?
Mainly fantasy, but then, I consider most mysteries fantasy. I read a lot of mysteries as well as paranormal suspence. I used to read a lot of historical novels but have stopped. Too many recent writers don’t adequately research their time periods. The anachronisms drive me crazy because I’m something of an English history buff.

3. What is the greatest joy of writing/blogging for you?
“Joy”? Gotta think about that.
I’ve never considered writing anything to reach the joy end of the continuum. Writing does make me happy. Or, maybe a better way of putting it, writing amuses me. It’s the process of creating something where nothing was before.
4. Can you tell us a little about yourself?
Basically, I’m a grumpy iconoclast whose favorite word was “no” even before I could talk. Unfortunately, my mother is no longer around to complain about how stubborn I am.
I was raised in Northern California within easy driving distance of the Sierra foothills, the California Gold Country featured in my Andor stories. I grew up back when the American Dream was alive and well, enabling poor kids to get college educations without any debt.
Yeah. That makes me a Populist who believes all lives matter. Now I live in Colorado in a town that’s first to use the water before it sends it down river [after it’s cleaned up]. My politics shows up in my writing in my unusual characters who fight against powers-that-be of some kind or other. Mariah of my Far Isles Half-Elven is the exception, and she works outside “the system”.
5. What are your strengths and weaknesses when it comes down to sitting down and writing?
I’m easily distracted, not only by the web and solitaire, but by all the different ideas and people running around in my head. At the same time, I’m getting fairly good at concentrating on one story at a time until I get an ending on it. Of course, once the ending’s on, it’s a struggle to revise rather than start something new.
Over the last couple years, I’ve noticed I’m producing more usable words each writing session.
6. Do you have any strange writing habits?
No. I just sit at the computer and pound keys. Though I get ideas and sentences all over the place and at different times of day. That’s where Post-It notes come in so handy. I scatter them around the house and car with an available pen. I jot my thoughts down and stick them in my pocket. The crinkling alerts me I need to clean my pockets out. If that’s strange, I guess I lied when I said “no”.
7. What is your least favorite part of the publishing / writing/blogging process?
Marketing. Period.
Marketing presents an interesting dilemma for me. I write mostly to amuse myself [though I am willing to share my stories]. Marketing doesn’t amuse me. Yet, I spend enormous amounts of time marketing. I see a collision of druthers coming.
8. Are you a person who makes their bed in the morning, or do you not see much point?
I halfway make my side of the bed to be sure that the blankets and sheet are aligned.
9. Where is one place you want to visit that you haven’t been before?
I’m too much of a gimp to travel much anymore. Though I’d probably go back to California to visit family. I have kids in New York City but don’t have any inclination to visit there. The place is too difficult for a gimp to get around comfortably. Colorado has spoiled me.
10. Choose: Vampires, Werewolves, Demons or Zombies?
Since demons prey upon humans in my Andor world, guess it’d have to be demons … but my own particular ones. I’m really not into blood and gore…or stupidity.
Bonus Question: How prepared are you for the Zombie Apocalypse I’ve ordered?
I’m too old to be bothered much. The same goes for when the government collapses. In both cases, I’m not holding my breath. I’ll probably be dead of natural causes before either happens.
M.K. Theodoratus has recently released a new novelette, The Ghostcrow.
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Seeing ghosts has plagued Dumdie Swartz since early childhood.

Afraid that ghost guts might stick to her if she stepped through them, thirteen-year-old Dumdie Swartz still cringes when she encounters them.

Her strange attempts to avoid spirits create a lonely life.
Her sisters constantly mock her strange behavior, her parents are clueless, and her social life is zero. Dumdie finds solace working in a shared garden with her elderly neighbor, Mr. Carson. When teens from her high school steal pumpkins from his garden, Mr. Carson is hurt during the theft, and later, dies.

Dumdie’s life takes a dark turn.

She learns there are stranger things than ghosts, when she senses something evil living in Kyle, one of the boys who had raided the pumpkin patch. Kyle bullies Dumdie to scare her into silence. The more Kyle threatens her, the clearer she perceives the evil thing possessing him. Dumdie finds support in an unlikely group of girls who befriend her when she helps them with their costumes for the Pumpkin festival. During the festival, Dumdie’s fears explode when the thing possessing Kyle decides it wants to possess her.

A prequel to The Ghost in the Closet. Read about Dumdie, young and old.

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Over the years, Dumdie Swartz has developed many weird habits to hide the fact she sees ghosts. When her boss fired her because he thought her trances were mini-strokes, Dumdie becomes homeless, just another old lady living in her car.

Being homeless isn’t Dumdie’s biggest problem. When she finds a room at a private shelter, Dumdie discovers the ghost of the previous owner haunts her room, a ghost with a problem of her own. Her will is lost, and the shelter’s existence is threatened. Dumdie must conquer her fear of upsetting people if she’s to find the will and save the shelter for herself and the other ladies.

A novelette set in the world of Andor.

Also available from M.K. Theodoratus:
You can follow M.K. here, on her website and the following social links:
Also of note, M.K. offers guest blogs with promo for a book, subject: My Worst Writing Fear in 7-500 words.
Thank you so much to M.K for indulging me and participating. Best of luck to you in all future endeavors!

Spotlight: Author Ella Drayton

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I’m super stoked to have Ella on board. All hail us small town Alabama girls!!!

About Ella Drayton
Writer. Book Critic. Mother. Animal Lover. Twitter addict. Insomniac.

Ella is from a very small town in Alabama. When she is not day dreaming about her next story she spend most of her time caring for a Tiny Tyrant and her furry best friend, Mutt. Her house and her electronics are cluttered with books she’s read, books she’s reading, and books to be read. She also pretends to be a housewife in her spare time, occasionally cooking and cleaning for a wonderful husband who never complains. Writing and reading are her two biggest passions other than pretending to be a T-Rex princess pony that can only eat pink Starburst with her little one. Ella also uses movie quotes and song lyrics constantly in conversation and freaks out/passes out at the sight of slugs.

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And now on to my ‘Zoe’s Ten Questions’:

10 Questions, Zoe style…

1. What is your writing process?
It all depends on my mood and where I am when the writing mood strikes. Often times I write on my laptop while I sit on the couch or at my desk but for some stories I like to use good old-fashioned pen and paper. Or the backs of receipts if I’m out somewhere and I think of something.

2. What do you read for pleasure?
A little of everything. Lately it’s been whatever shows up in my mailbox from Goodreads giveaways!

3. What is the greatest joy of writing/blogging for you?
This may not make sense to anyone else but when you become a stay-at-home mother, you can very easily lose yourself and your identity in being a mother and a housewife and trying to keep your daily life in order. While I wouldn’t give up being a stay-at-home mom for anything in the world, writing and blogging gives me a chance to connect with that part of myself that doesn’t see the light of day much.

4. Can you tell us a little about yourself?
First and foremost, I’m a mother. After that I’m a writer, a painter, a sewing enthusiast, and hobby jewelry designer. I love reality TV (I know it’s all staged), animals, trivia games, and Twitter. My husband and I spend a lot of time challenging each other at trivia games (I’m usually the winner) and making silly bets (that I also usually win). I’m terrified of slugs and I am happy to say that I have successfully overcome severe social anxiety and OCD. And I also really love My Little Pony but I will never admit that to my Tiny Tyrant.

5. What are your strengths and weaknesses when it comes down to sitting down and writing?
Good question! I would say my strengths would be in my ability to write a good portion of a story in a short period of time. Once I’ve started writing it doesn’t take much for me to continue the story. My weakness is how easily distracted I can be.

6. Do you have any strange writing habits?
If I use paper and pen, the paper has to be college-rule lined, I have to leave the very last line of the page blank, and I have to write on both sides of the paper. I also prefer ball point pens to gel pens because I often end up smearing the ink all over myself and the pages when I use gel pens. Those are the only strange things I can think of.

7. What is your least favorite part of the publishing / writing/blogging process?
Scheduling. I’m not a planner by nature. And for most of my life I’ve been perfecting the art of procrastination. I do think that blogging has helped me learn how to make and adhere to a set schedule but there is a little part of me that still doesn’t really like it. Sometimes I want the ability to say “Oh, I think I’ll do this today instead” or “Oh, I just don’t think I’ll do this at all.”

8. Are you a person who makes their bed in the morning, or do you not see much point?
If I’m trying to earn some brownie points with my hubby for something (new books, bookshelves, craft supplies, etc) then I might make the bed in the morning but usually it gets made right before we get in it because my husband cannot sleep in an unmade bed.

9. Where is one place you want to visit that you haven’t been before?
I can only pick one place??? Italy. Between the food, the scenery, and the good-looking men (that I’m strictly admiring from afar), I’m sure it’s an amazing place to visit.

10. Choose: Vampires, Werewolves, Demons or Zombies?
From what I have seen in movies and books, zombies seem to be easier to kill than the other three so I’m going with zombies.

Bonus Question: How prepared are you for the Zombie Apocalypse I’ve ordered?
I’m actually lining up treadmills around my house in between questions so I should be adequately prepared by the time you get these answers. Unless I run out of Brownie Brittle and then I’m just going to have to be brave and take my chances on a run to the store.

The Letters, by Ella Drayton

The Letters

Brodie Barrett is a widowed mother of a 10 year old girl and a homicide detective for the Birmingham Police Department. Everything seems fine in her world until her ex-fiancé, Keaton Maddox walks back into her life. She’s ready to start a new life with Keaton but he’s also got a pregnant girlfriend working at his restaurant. Things at work start heating up for Brodie when someone decides to send her love letters at work. These aren’t your ordinary love letters, though! These letters leave clues for Brodie to find bodies of her admirer’s victims. Who could be sending these letters and why do they want Brodie to find the bodies?

Thank you so much to Ella, keep rocking that small town Alabama living, I know I am!

[Mature content – Erotica Excerpt] Touch

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Just a snippet of one of my erotica books I plan on releasing, if you’re interesting in that kind of stuff. Mmmmm….smut…. 🙂

The next morning, Alex remembered that he had locked the bedroom door the previous night. He couldn’t remember why, though. He looked up at the ceiling, and then to his left to find Maddison still asleep. The man turned over onto his side and gently placed his hand onto her waist. He didn’t want to wake her up. His hand fell from her body. It was as if his body was moving on its own, like it knew what it wanted, what it craved.

Alex slipped his hand across her shapely hips, feeling the thin fabric of her gown conform to his fingers. It was such a delicate material. He became bold, however, and lowered his touch to the end of the garment, where he was met with soft, smooth skin – Alex’s hand disappeared under the gown.

He gradually moved closer, so that his chest pressed against her back in a comfortable spooning position. Alex lowered his face into the crook of her neck, where he inhaled her fresh, clean scent.

Maddison felt nice. Something felt nice. She felt comforted and warm. She smiled, waking slowly. Her eyes remained closed as she reveled in this warmth she felt, and when she finally realized that it was the sensation of being touched, touched somewhat intimately. Alex pressed against her, his hand moving over her as his breath floated against her neck. She hummed in pleasure, making him aware she was awake, and receptive to his attentions and affections.

He was pleased with her reaction, knowing she’s been without such intimacies for such a long time. Dr. Lang said it would be good for them, to strengthen their bond; sex provides a deep connection with the souls, he had said.

Alex was thrilled to find nothing underneath the silky gown. He allowed his hand to explore further, tracing the contour of her navel and across the scar left over from the C-section. He paused for a moment, shifting to brush her crimson hair away from her neck and shoulder. He placed a kiss there; he displayed such loving behavior, it was as if he was another man all together.

He resumed his travels, caressing her thighs, purposely avoiding that one little spot. Alex brought his hand back up to her navel, where he teased her belly button, before sliding up her torso, following an invisible line leading him to the smooth skin between her breasts.

Maddison smiled, rolling over a little, as much as Alex would allow. She was allowing him to initiate things, simply following Alex’s lead. She left herself completely open to his exploring, reveling in every bit of his touching.

And he wouldn’t allow much as he kept his chest pressed firmly against her back, asserting his position. Alex’s hand gently cupped one of the heavy mounds, contracting his fingers slightly around the soft globe – testing the waters, so to speak. He wanted to take it slow; he wanted to *feel* her and he wanted her to feel him – all of him.

He brushed the pad of his thumb repeatedly over the hardening nipple, eliciting more pleasure from his woman. *His* woman. Alex smiled against the skin of her neck, liking the idea of being more than just a boyfriend or a baby-daddy. He would be her husband; he would stake claim to this woman.

Maddison moaned softly to Alex’s tender touches. Did he know how much he was turning her on? It was maddening, but she loved it, and she wanted more. She started writhing to him, a soft smile resting on her lips as her hands gripped her own nightgown, lifting it up more for easier access.

He took the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it slowly as he began to kiss at her neck. Again, he felt his body move on its own, but he wasn’t complaining. He embraced this feeling of contentment.

Alex nibbled at the outer rim of her ear, knowing it was a sensitive spot. As he continued to massage her tit, the man rubbed his leg along hers, bringing his lower half closer to her rear. He knew he was driving her insane with need – he could almost smell it seeping from her pores.

She adored the attention to her neck, it always was one of her most sensitive erogenous zones, and the actions against her breasts as well. She could feel his manhood pressing against her behind as his leg brushed hers, and she purposely slid her lower half against him, smoothing herself over him to arouse his senses more. He was being so sweet, so gentle, so caring. This was like a whole new side of Alex, and she loved it so. She loved him. She was so in love with him.

He grunted softly against her ear, pausing in his actions, as her ass brushed over the front of his pants. Alex licked his lips and trailed his hand down her body, moving closer to her groin. But he avoided it once again, not wanting to end this too quickly. He touched the back of her knees, her inner thighs, her hips – everything but that heated junction between her thighs.

Maddison smiled and bit her lip. She closed her eyes and blissfully moved and swayed under Alex’s alluring touches. She wanted him so badly, and she knew that he knew it. He was teasing her, but not to be malicious. He was simply taking his time, finding the pleasure in touching her. She had waited for this for a long time. This intimacy. She could allow it to unravel as Alex deemed fit, even if her soft sounds and gentle shifting beneath his touch screamed at him to delve his hand between her thighs, to her secret garden of pleasure. She wanted him to explore, and discover the joys of this sort of bonding, and not be so… afraid… if that was even the right word… of intimacies with her. She wanted him to make love to her. And he was, with his exploration of her soft curves and smooth skin. They would make their intimate connection, linking their bodies together, eventually. Maddison was a patient woman. She wanted no other man but Alex, and she was willing to endure his slow discoveries.

Alex watched how her body moved beneath his touch. She was putty in his hands, and so quickly, too. He slid his hand behind her, smoothing it along the round flesh of her ass. He squeezed it, spreading the cheeks apart as he ground himself against her, emphasizing how much he wanted this – to keep her from having second thoughts about his intentions.

He brought his hand back around, letting it glide over the contours of her torso, once again groping her breast. Alex soon began to nip at the skin below her ear, raking his teeth along that one spot.

With his hand on her rear, enticing her even more with his grinding into her, she let slip with another soft moan. She was his, completely. She always had been. When he moved his mouth to her neck again, she reached a hand up, touching him herself. She slid her hand through his soft hair, encouraging him. Letting him know she was pleased. Her body writhed against him again in desire.

He closed his eyes, leaning into her touch. Alex finally relented and delved his hand between her thighs, his fingers reaching past her delicate folds to get at the sweet nectar pooling between them. Instead of going directly to her seeping hole, the man focused on stroking her clitoris in swift motions, applying pressure every now and again.

Maddison opened her thighs to him a little, giving him access to her sweet spot. A sound left her lips, not exactly a moan, and not exactly a sigh, but more of a mix between the two. It was a very pleasurable sound. She rolled her hips to Alex’s actions. She tried to roll her body over more, wanting to be on her back, facing him, to touch him, to kiss him. With a gentle nudge of her body, she sought permission from Alex to move.
And he still refused to give – for now, at least. He sighed against her ear, his fingers becoming slick with vaginal secretions. Alex avoided penetration, wanting to get her body beyond ready. He continued to stroke her, feeling her clit swell beneath his touch. After a while, however, he lowered his hand and inserted his middle finger, thrusting it to and fro.

He closed his eyes and imagined more than his finger gliding in and out. Alex then shifted, allowing her to lean back slightly, enough for him to lower his lips to her breast, his tongue snaking out to lap at the pert nipple. He could soon feel the sensation of his pants brushing over the sensitive head of his penis as it became erect against its confines. His body automatically pressed forward, craving more of that delicious friction.

Maddison was nearly purring to his affections. When he let her move her upper half, she took the opportunity to slide her arm under the arm he was using to support himself up with. His heated mouth on her breast was amazing. She shivered in delight. And when he inserted his finger and began to slowly pump it within her; she took a sharp intake of breath, a pleasurable sound, one of longing. She could feel him stiffening against her, and she wriggled her lower half against him, keeping him interested and stimulated. She rubbed her ass against him, moving when he pressed forward to her. She wanted to speak, murmur softly, but she dare not interrupt this… deeply intimate… time. It was fragile, she felt, it was something delicate.

Alex pulled away to lick his lips.
He withdrew his finger and worked her nether lips apart, letting her feel the stickiness as the folds slid together so nicely. He then removed his touch completely, and reached under the blanket to remove his pants in an almost eager fashion. This is where he allowed the woman to lay back completely, holding onto that anticipation of what was to come.

He crawled over her, his lips attacking that sweet spot below her ear once again as he positioned himself between her thighs. Alex’s hands went back to their exploration. He slid them along the smooth skin of her legs, up to her childbearing hips. Alex wanted her – all of her.

As his cock brushed her navel, Alex released a small sigh against her ear before taking said ear between his teeth, nibbling at it.

Maddison bit her lip again, rolling to her back, making herself comfortable and ready for him and what was to come. As he climbed over her, she smiled, taking a deep breath and sighing out in a pleased way. She could feel his cock brushing against her flesh. He was so large, and so hard. She gave another shiver thinking about what was to come, and how it was going to feel. Alex was a very well-endowed man, and she was a small woman. In every way. There was always a pleasurable pain in the beginning, and she anticipated it… longed for it. She wrapped one arm under his as the other went over his shoulder. She smoothed her gentle fingers over his scarred but soft flesh, taking in the contours of his body by way of touch, as he had painstakingly done with her. She felt his strong, lean muscles move beneath his flesh. His strength was arousing. The only thing she was missing was the kiss. He still hadn’t kissed her yet, and it flitted a small bit of worry through her. He hadn’t kissed her in a very long time. Not since his homecoming. Not a real kiss. A kiss of passion and love. And he knew how she felt about kisses… and this set the wheels of worry into her.

Alex nuzzled under her chin, his lips brushing hers. He guided his cock to her entrance, where it was met with a flood of ecstasy. He pressed the head past the tight mouth, allowing her body to suck him in. Alex lowered his body against her own, watching her closely as he dealt slow thrusts, sinking deeper each time. He then leaned in to place a kiss to her lips, swallowing her pleasurable noises as he sunk into her warm depths.

Relief swept through Maddison as his lips finally met hers. And she was thankful he swallowed up her noises as he pressed himself into her, she knew it would be a tight fit, and she didn’t want to wake the whole house with her noises of pain and pleasure. Her body acclimated itself to accommodate his size, leaving Maddison in a blissful state feeling him seated within her body. They were finally locked together. One. She closed her eyes and smiled, reveling in the love she felt. She moved her hips upwards, slowly, giving a small grind of her hips, urging Alex on. She didn’t want to rush it, but her body had become overheated and overloaded by the pleasure of his sweet explorations and touches. One hand slipped down to his waist as the other braced itself on his shoulder. She lifted her knees and opened herself up to him more, allowing him to sink in a little deeper.

Alex deepened the kiss further as she moved her hips. He began to move his own, pressing in before withdrawing slightly, only to penetrate her once more. She was tight, warm and wet. Alex dealt rather hard, precise thrusts, rocking her body up against the bed; each one stimulating her clit.

Maddison kissed him with all the love and passion she had for him. As he started his thrusting, Maddison matched his rhythm, making it pleasurable for both of them, each thrust bringing great pleasure. Maddison smoothed her hands over her lovers’ body, delving her hand into his hair, trailing it down his neck and spine. Alex was a forceful lover, but Maddison enjoyed the hard, precise pounding. He wasn’t a greedy lover either, making sure she was stimulated with each blow. Again, Maddison wanted to speak, she wanted to murmur into his ear her love, but refrained. This was too perfect to spoil with words.

He hovered over the woman, leaning forward to bury his face against her neck to inhale her scent. It was such a pleasant scent.

Alex’s hand rose to cup her breast, teasing it as he continued to move against her; their skin wet with sweat and other bodily fluids, creating a sickenly sweet noise that echoed throughout the room – their own world.

Maddison arched her back to Alex’s touch on her breast. He was bringing her to heights of pleasure she’d never experience before. She was in awe of him. She kissed and nipped softly at his shoulder, inhaling his scent as well. It was masculine, heavenly, and she couldn’t get enough of it.

And that very hand drifted down her body to settle between her thighs, where he brushed her swollen clit, stroking it with added fervor. He brought his lips to hers once again; kissing away her moans and cries of pleasure as the pace of his thrusts increased.

As he applied attention to her clit again, and increased his pace, Maddison did indeed let loose with soft moans and gentle cries of pleasure. She could barely keep Alexs pace as he thrust in and out of her. Her grip on his body tightened, her small hands holding on to him as the telltale tingle from head to toe tickling its way through her and the knot formed in her lower abdomen. The more thrusting and attention Alex paid to Maddison, the tighter the knot formed, until finally it snapped. Maddison arched her back, pulling her lips away from Alex and let loose with a soft cry of pleasure, ecstasy washing through her core as her body was swept into bliss by her orgasm. She panted for breath as her inner walls clutched down on Alex’s stiff cock, spasming around him, pulling him in and releasing him, repeating the process, leaving Maddison humming out softly in her pleasure, her body coaxing Alex to sweet release.

The feeling of her inner walls clamping down around him, pulsing with need, drove him over the edge. Alex came, his body moving on its own as he leaned forward to nuzzle against the woman’s neck. He released soft noises of his own, letting Maddison know just how good she made him feel.

Hearing his noises elated Maddison. She wrapped her arms around him and embraced him to herself lovingly. She caught her breath, kissing his shoulder and moving a hand to run through his hair in a relaxing, loving manner. She sighed out contentedly, moving to kiss Alex’s neck, her body finally relaxing under his as she still had tiny shimmers of bliss sparking through her. He had made her feel so good. So beautiful. And he never said a word. All their love was expressed through touch. But sooner or later that had to end. Maddison just didn’t want to be the one to break the silence.

He rested against her, feeling lost in the silence. Alex kept his face hidden against her neck as he whispered “I love you” against her ear. He didn’t say it often, not like he should.

Maddison smiled against him. She believed him. She nodded against him, moving her lips against his neck, murmuring softly. “I love you, too…”

Alex finally pulled away and sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. “Thank you,” he said, glancing over his shoulder at the woman. She looked so beautiful lying there in the afterglow.

Maddison didn’t understand why or what he was thanking her for. She simply nodded to him as he moved away and sat up on the edge of the bed. She was a little confused, but she tried not to let it get to her. She had wanted to hold him longer, but she knew he wasn’t the touchy-feely type, despite her wishes otherwise. There were just going to be some things he couldn’t provide for her, and she knew she would just have to get over them. She wouldn’t trade him for anything in the world, so she would make concessions and sacrifices. She offered a small smile in his direction and closed her eyes.

“Come to me…” he said softly.

Maddison opened her eyes to the sound of his voice. She sat up and nodded, moving to the edge of the bed, sitting beside him. She looked at him questioningly.

Well, to those of you who like Erotica, I hope you enjoyed that. I have several erotica novels to release in the future, after revisions. Some are fantasy, some are horror, and some are just regular angst filled star crossed lovers.

~mwah~

Nothing to see here….

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Hello my peeps!

Just checking in, making sure you all don’t abandon me. ~duct tapes self to all of you~

So my friend had their surgery on Monday morning and I’ve been taking care of them non-stop. They were in A LOT of pain for the first three days, but the pain seems to have let up a little since last night. They finally get to take a shower today!!! With my help, of course.

I have been struck with a tad bit of insomnia again, but I think its because I want to be available for my friend whenever they need me. At first, it was a pain pill ever four hours. And they cant sleep in any comfortable position, so we are going lots of watching TV and movies, and talking.

I had a Spotlight lined up for this week, but something came up with the participant, so no Spotlight until next week.

Things are good overall.

Well, a little sadness. My character in the RP world has lost her husband, and I lost a friend. But then, I don’t think I was ever really their ‘friend’, as they only seemed to talk to me when it was convenient for them. Eh, their loss.

Camp Nanowrimo is approaching and I am gearing up to get my butt to work on Book Two, and start sending material to my shiny new editor.

I want to say thank you to most all of you. For your kindness and patience in this trying time for me.

Some of you are becoming very special to me, emailing me and chatting with me, helping me see beyond my own little world a bit by giving me a glimpse into yours on a personal level. You all know who you are. ~virtual hugs and gropings~

So, I’ll be trudging on, working to keep my friend comfortable and tend to their needs, keeping fat-cat happy and trying to get some rest when my brain decides its just too tuckered out. That’s almost impossible when you don’t have a quiet mind.

All my love to you sweeties! Keep blogging and giving me knowledge, humor and things to ponder!!!

Oh, one last thing. RIP Terry Pratchett. A loss of a truly great author in our world. He will be greatly miss by me, I was a huge fan. ~sighs~

What’s wrong with people out there?

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Today I’m speaking up on something that was brought to my attention by my friend Patricia. I met her months ago through Blogher, and we’ve been following one another ever since. She’s a sweet and very caring individual. She’s been in my Spotlight in the past.

You can visit Patricia’s blog here, and definitely check out this particular blog entry.

Now, apparently its ‘International Woman’s Day’ or something. I do not follow these sorts of days really, because I don’t think there will ever be equality between anyone. Males, females or various races. I do not have that much faith in humanity.

It was more the situation that Patricia was in that burned my biscuits more than anything.

She was asked (told) to “stop asking questions”. Oh.Em.Gee. Patricia applied grace and restraint in the situation. I would have found a brick and smashed it into someones face.

It didn’t help Patricia’s mind any that this person was also a woman. But, then again, we are catty little creatures, aren’t we?

The whole thing about ‘stop asking questions’ to me just puts a bur in my britches. I mean, asking questions is a show of seeking knowledge. Finding out something you didn’t know. Educating yourself. I am one of those people that believe there are no stupid questions. If there are, well, more than likely I’m the person asking them. 😛

For someone to ask/tell you to stop asking is them trying to show superiority, making you feel belittled and most definitely showing their blatant ignorance.

I don’t care if you have bewbs or balls, I WILL smash you in the face with a brick if you impede my ability to seek out knowledge of something I want to understand.

But in light of this “Woman’s Day” it was just plain wrong in the entire situation.

Patricia, you keep that chin up. I know you’re probably madder than a bee in a bonnet, but I got ya back. I’ll cut a bitch for you. 😀

Spotlight: Blogger and Grimdark Writer Leona!

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Leona!

Yes, I’m a little late with the spotlight. I’m sorry. 😦 Bad Zoe!!

However, in reading over my blogs, I came over some new developments for Miss Leona, and I will share her big announcement here with her interview!

Leona is a doll. Cute, friendly, wildly intelligent…and she writes dark stuff!! On with my silly questions and grilling of the young woman!

10 Questions, Zoe style…

1. What is your writing process?
I write by the seat of pants, pretty much. I can’t write at home, no matter how hard I try, but the words pour like the Niagara Falls when I sit at a pub or a café. I make a very vague outline of the chapters, but they end up going to places I never planned.

2. What do you read for pleasure?
Fantasy fiction set in a medieval environment. These days I’m reading Mark Lawrence and Dan Polansky, and other grimdark masterpieces are lined up in my immediate TBR.

3. What is the greatest joy of writing/blogging for you?
Writing: Finishing a chapter and getting feedback from my alpha readers. Making progress with the book and getting closer to finishing it.
Blogging: Connecting with the other people, meeting fantasy book lovers and exchanging comments with them. I love connecting with the new people!

4. Can you tell us a little about yourself?
I am a naturalized US citizen but I was born and raised in Istanbul, Turkey. I moved to San Jose, California in 1999, relocated to Texas in 2003 and moved to Finland in 2013. I’m an IT engineer by day and dark fantasy writer at night. Oh and I have a commercial pilot license with instrument rating, for single engine land aircraft, earned with blood, sweat and tears. I’m a restless nomad and adventurer in a sense. I’m currently working on my first book, which is the book #1 of a dark fantasy trilogy set in the medieval Near Eastern environment. I can describe it as Game of Thrones-dragons+shamans+serious amount of military stuff+elemental races+the mischievous chaos deity+cats+more magic.

5. What are your strengths and weaknesses when it comes down to sitting down and writing?
Caffeine gives me all the strength I need! I guess my biggest strength is the ability to go into a semi-trance in a crowded, noisy environment and write like no tomorrow. As I mentioned before, I can only write at public places. Weaknesses? I cringe when I have to write horrible things happening to my characters.

6. Do you have any strange writing habits?
I can’t write at home or a quiet environment. It has to be crowded, noisy and public. Then again Dan Polansky mentioned he writes at pubs and cafes so I guess it’s not that strange.

7. What is your least favorite part of the publishing / writing/blogging process?
For blogging –adding book cover images to my book review posts, I have to first download the image from Amazon then upload it to media manager and embed it in the post, such a tedious chore! I really hate it. How do those book bloggers make those book haul posts with a dozen covers, I really wonder! As for writing, I can’t think of anything. I love writing, editing, polishing my chapters.

8. Are you a person who makes their bed in the morning, or do you not see much point?
I make my bed most of the time. I’m a neat freak about certain things.

9. Where is one place you want to visit that you haven’t been before?
Svalbard. I want to go there and see the polar bears and the midnight sun sometime, hopefully this year if I can afford it. If not, next year.

10. Choose: Vampires, Werewolves, Demons or Zombies?
Demons. Not a fan of the others…. Nope. I love the demons, though. I summon them for help sometimes.

Bonus Question: How prepared are you for the Zombie Apocalypse I’ve ordered?
Doomsday preppers style! Bring it on!

Now, as I said before, Leona made an announcement on her blog today, so I am spreading the love and quoting it here!

I am very pleased to announce a new project I started with two other fantasy book bloggers. If you like the dark fantasy genre, which is also known as Grimdark, or even just fantasy in general, I invite you to stop by and take a look at (drumroll goes here):

Grimdark Alliance
I, along with Eric from The Grimdark Review and Alexandru from Barbarian Book Club, have come together to create a master Grimdark site which will be a one stop has all portal.
We feature book reviews (mostly Grimdark but we are going to review more general fantasy books every now and then), writing and Grimdark related articles, author interviews (we have some serious names lined up already!) and news about the events such as conventions and book tours.

Seriously good news for Leona, her cohorts and their community!

To follow Leona and catch a glimmer of her fantasy world, you can find her here:

Leona’s Blog of Shadows
Wattpad
Twitter
Facebook
Google +
DeviantArt

Thank you so much for taking part in my insanity Leona!

Miss me? Upcoming thangs and stuff…

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Miss me? Heeelllooo…is this thing on? Anyone?

Okay. Well. I have some crucial things weighing upon me at the time, so I will be scarce for the month of March.

I will have a spotlight up tomorrow, but for the remainder of March there will be no other spotlights.

I have a dear one having surgery on Monday morning, and I’ve been getting their laundry done and meals prepared and just digging my heels in to take care of them. They will be out of work for close to three months, minimum. So I want to do all I can for them, which means driving them to appointments and stuff. They wont be able to drive. They are having shoulder surgery to fix a torn bicep tendon and shave off some bone spurs from the shoulder and rotater cup. Yeah, ouch. They can barely drive now, and cant reach over their head.

So, yeah, going to be spending time with them, and also work on finishing up my new office. All that’s left really is hanging all my pictures. I want to wash down the walls of dust and whatnot first though.

April marks Camp Nanowrimo. I will be participating to help get me writing again. I’ve got a tiny little 500 word count goal for every day in April. In July, for the second Camp Nano the word count goes up to a 1000 per day, I think, preparing you for the Big Nano in November. I’ve signed up to be a Municipal Liaison this year for my local area.

During Camp Nano in April I will be sharing snippets and excerpts of things I’ve written.

Oh, a high note: I’ve found myself a wonderful new editor for Book Two. After reading The Road of Darkness she spotting things that were missed. I want Book Two to be flawless, and I am sure she will be able to bring something to the table to make that possible. I heart her.

I’ve gotten 4 reviews on Amazon for The Road of Darkness and I feel they are all great. I felt people were honest in their perception of the plot and characters. 2 five stars, 1 four star and 1 three star. It makes me happy in my pants!

My girls miss me at the Coffee Shop, but I make sure between errands I stop in through the drive thru and let them know I haven’t gotten squished by any of the furniture I had moved from one side of the house to the other.

Fat cat has fully embraced our new office. She sits at the window and watches all the little birdies and squirrels I have set bird seed and food out for.

I complained once before about how the heating and AC ducts don’t seem to work in this room. The temperatures had gotten in the high 70s this week and I had the windows open, it was great. But now the weather has turned cold again, in the 30s. So I have two space heaters. Fat cat thoroughly enjoys plopping her big butt down in front of them and basking in the heat while blocking it from reaching me. >_<

Well, its time for me to go rinse my purple hair dye out. FABULOUS!!!!

Be sweet my loves, and I’ll check back in a few days! If anyone needs me, or even want to just chat, don’t hesitate to email me!