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November 2016 Day 21

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Howdy!

 

No NaNo word count yet today, I am just getting home from yet another doctors visit. This time I got some groovy awesome painkillers. Those two bilateral shots on either side of my spine did not help very much, though I now am sporting two lovely large bruises from them.

 

I’m having a hard time getting around. It hurts – shooting straight up my spine – when I lift my left leg. I am left-side dominant. -.- It hurts to try to change positions in bed. It hurts to step up and down into my office, since it sits lower than the rest of the house and had a big step down.

 

I have to rely on others to help me with day-to-day tasks and it bothers me to no end. I admit, it bothers me more that things aren’t done how I do them. I mean, I am grateful for the help though. Sounds kind of weird, doesn’t it?

 

 

Anywho…let’s move on to the BlogHer prompt for today:

Nov. 21: What is the one thing you wish people better understood about something in your life?

 

My eccentricities. I am a very eclectic and eccentric person, especially for being an introvert. I like my neon green shoes laces in my purple shoes with my purple socks. I like my hair being blue and green streaked at the moment. (It was teal last month)

 

I like that I will only go certain places at certain times. I keep schedules, I keep date books, and I keep PC journal and a hand written journal. I horde post-its, coloring books and a variety of art supplies that I will probably never use.

 

To try to narrow it down is hard. I am very multifaceted.

 

Ever see that meme about a woman having 1000 tabs open in their brain all at once? That is me. My mind never stops. I have to take medications to sleep; otherwise, I’d never sleep. My body would be in way worse shape, too.

 

So, if anything, I would want people to understand that even though I am socially introverted out there in the world, I am a thoughtful, creative, eccentric old southern girl that isn’t as mean as she looks and if you speak to me, you’ll gain a friend. Do not judge on appearances. I DO have that ‘resting b!tch face’ syndrome….Lol.

 

So now, I’m going to see if one of my 1000 open tabs in my brain can pull out my Book Two word document and get to work on another new chapter. J

 

Be sweet, my lovelies…


November 2016 Day 20

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Well, here’s todays little snippet from Book Two: The Path of Redemption.

 

Fight scene! Hells yeah! Remember, all unedited thus far…

 

A rumbled chuckle echoed through the cave. “All those fancy warriors and they send you in here? Or is it that you missed me and wanted more?” He slowly stood, turning to face her, the fire illuminating his features. Trapped in human form he was devilishly handsome. Tall, muscular, tousled black hair and a crooked smile. But his scent gave him away. There was no hiding that. And his eyes. The changing red and amber. His aura flickered around him. Very much uncommon for a demon.

 

Addison’s grip on her sword tightened.

 

He opened his arms, seeming un-threatening. “Aw, come now… is this any way to greet a friend? What would the Baron think of your manners, eh, lil bird?”

 

She winced at the moniker.

 

He put his arms down, shedding the jacket he had on, pulling a large dagger from his belt. “Well, if you aren’t going to grace me with that Southern hospitality and charm, then let’s get down to business.” He then snarled out.

 

Her silence obviously unnerved him. “I’ll have you squirming and moaning under me before dawn, lil bird. You might have a bunch of Templar wards protecting you, but I don’t need to shift to tear your sweet little ass apart.” He hissed.

 

Addison had heard quite enough. Her pale blue eyes lightened as she brought her sword up to herself, almost as if she was offering it to him. She gripped the hilt in her left hand and pulled the saya free, letting it fall to the stone and ice floor at her feet.

 

The demon grinned, crouching slightly, his blade at the ready.

 

Addison lowered her sword to her side. Gripping it with both hands as the blade pointed downward, coming past her thighs. She was making ready for an upward swing as she took off in a full charge. The demon chuckled, taking off from his position to meet her in this dance.

 

She swung upwards, her blade catching him across the chest in a vertical slice, penetrating deep into flesh and muscle. Addison didn’t go unscathed either, however, as his dagger sliced through her side. She didn’t relent. She didn’t have that luxury. She spun gracefully. Her sword coming across his shoulder, cleaving through bone as his dagger embedded in her thigh. She grit her teeth, and he growled loudly, his deep voice vibrating through the ice beneath her.

 

She hopped back, distancing herself a bit, pulling his dagger from her leg and tossing it aside. Now he was weaponless. That didn’t mean he was defenseless. He was strong, even trapped in human form.

 

He was still talking. Growling. Mocking. But he was bleeding, and that was good. Addison’s eyes watched as his dark blood stained the ground beneath him. But it wasn’t enough. She still wanted more.

 

She blocked out everything he was saying. Tuning him out, only hearing the rumble of his deep voice and the heart beating in his chest.

 

She charged again, bringing her sword upward as she had before. This time slashing opposite, leaving an ‘X’ cleaved into his flesh. The ice was slippery under them; they were too close to his fire. She didn’t expect him to grab her up by the neck so quick, tossing her like a rag doll into the cave wall before tossing his weight onto her.  From his boot, he pulled a small folded knife. He flicked it open with his thumb before sliding it deep down her face, from forehead to chin, blinding her right eye.

 

The pain was excruciating, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of hearing her voice it. He loomed over her, bringing his tongue over the wound. His saliva felt like acid as he chuckled, tasting her blood across his tongue.

 


November 2016 Day 19

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Since there is no BlogHer prompts on the weekend, I thought I’d fill you in on my PAIN. No, really. Yes, lots of pain, but persevering.

 

I’m listening to a meditation mix on my media player – subtle wind chimes with ocean waves and rain with light thunder. So relaxing.

 

The cats are on a rampage today, using anything as a springboard, including my chair and me.

 

I haven’t work on NaNo yet today, but you have been tracking my word count meter, you’ll see the past couple of days have been low in the word count. I can’t concentrate when in pain. I am going to work later to work on one a chapter.

 

For today, however, you will get a snippet of one on the first chapters in Book Two ‘The Path of Redemption’.

 

And here we go…hope you enjoy…

 

“I look for versatility in warriors, for compassion in friends, for the spirit in lovers. You managed to fuse this, so I think you warranted more.” One thing he did not like about the Jeep was the damn separation in the seats. Moving an armrest to have her beside him would have been much more fulfilling. “Grandpa and Dad taught me most, my mom taught me cooking, some Tantric prayers, and about her Shinto arts.”

 

“I like things spiked a lot if I’m going to drink; I usually want the buzz to dull things when I do. So absinthe, Everclear, or those potent types – like moonshine – for me work best.”

 

She smiled again. “Mmm… Absinthe… I forgot about that one… haven’t had it in ages.” She said in a soft tone, letting memory serve her the taste.

 

She toyed with her sword between her knees, sliding her hands over the smooth saya. “Cooking…haven’t a clue on how to do it. I don’t even remember the taste of food. I have memories of things I enjoyed, though, like shrimps, jambalaya, and steak. I just don’t remember the tastes anymore. Just memories, like faded feelings.”

 

Her eyes looked down at her hands. “My mother didn’t like me much. I mean, she loved me and all but left me with the nanny to raise. She resented me, I think because I was a difficult labor and delivery. I ruined her insides. She couldn’t have any more children after me. My Papa on the other hand, tended to spoil me. However, no one treated me as well as Neeta. That was my nanny. When I killed everyone on the plantation, I spared her. She died a nice old age, natural death.” She said, a little sorrow touching her voice.

 

“I’m tired of this life.” She then said, out of nowhere. “I don’t want to die or anything; no no no… I’m tired of the loneliness. I never lamented my darkness, but there are things I would prefer to have in its stead.” She said, letting out a small sigh.

 

She then lifted her face, turning her pale blue eyes to the Templar. She looked him over. He was sexy sitting there driving. An extremely handsome man indeed. She offered a small smile.

 

“Are we there yet?”

 

“You’ll get used to food again pretty quick. It gets boring again fast.” The story of her mother was sad. It also did give insight into why it was so easy for her to slip into the darkness if she felt unloved. He resolved that she would never feel that way ever again. “I’m sorry, hon. I wish I could take that away from your mind’s pain, but what I can do is let you know you are loved now and will always be.”

 

 


November 2016 Day 18

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I’m sitting in the library with my small group of Wrimos. Only 2 so far. One I am really glad is here because she hasn’t been able to make it to any of the other events, so this is great to see here again. We had met at last year’s events. Wonderful young woman.

 

I’m still in pain, but I took my stupid pills, and that was sort of a no-no. I didn’t realize just how stupid these pills make me until I got in the truck with all my NaNo supplies and started driving. Ugh.

 

So now I am just coping with the pain until the event is over and I get home. I brought the pills with me though, just in case.

 

I’m happy to say that I sent a proposal to the library system on holding Creative Writing Seminars, to include just what NaNoWriMo and things like BlogHer challenges are all about.

 

They accepted my proposal, so we will be doing on every other month starting in January leading up to NaNoWriMo. I’m so excited, and nervous. This is stepping way out of my comfort zone, but it’s something I am passionate about. And I have so many people supporting me and cheering me on, it’s wonderful.

 

So, let’s move on to the BlogHer Prompt
Nov. 18: What’s the dumbest thing you and a partner have ever fought about?

 

Where do I even start? We have fought about colors, choosing meat, how to properly crack an egg, hand-mixing vs. an electric mixer.

 

We have fought about so man stupid little things its unreal. And I don’t entertain it for long. After trying to even get him to see things from my side, which he believes his side is the only side, I turn around and head to my office, leaving warning that anyone that dares enter with be beheaded with one of my lovely swords. Worse yet, I’ll sic my cats on them. 😀

 

A short one today, I know, and I’m sorry. I have a near infinite supply of dumb fights, but honestly, I don’t like to give out that much of my person froo froo romantic life side. Nice thing about not being married…you can get out of a relationship that is getting toxic. However, this man in my life is great, he’s just him, and I’m just me. He calls me a ‘mean-ass’ and I tell him to grow some balls from time to time. Typical relationship stuff, yes?

 

Be sweet, my lovelies…


November 2016 Day 17

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Hello! So, let’s start off with a Public Service Announcement. ZOE IS IN PAIN. Also, Zoe has taken some painkillers that kind of make her stupid. Zoe also received TWO bilateral cortisone shots in her back today and they hurt like a…well…I am not going to swear and curse and offend anyone…let us just image all those bad words you would get your mouth washed out with soap for. ~nods~

 

In addition, no NaNoWriMo word count thus far. I tried writing before I left for the doctor’s appointment, but the pain was just too bad and I was cold. Like, freezing cold.

 

Excuses, excuses, I know. ~hangs head in shame~

 

So, on to BlogHer Blog a Day….

 

Today’s BlogHer prompt:

Nov. 17: What is the hardest lesson you’ve learned from having pets?

 

Pets are like toddlers, nothing on the lower shelves are safe. My cats are like so many you see on the YouTube videos of cats looking owners directly in the eye and knocking something over, pleased as punch at the shattering noise they’ve managed to make.

 

I have also learned that, for me, losing a beloved pet is like losing a child. My child was grown, my Fat Cat was a therapy animal. We bonded immediately. She guarded me…viciously. She was known to even chase my own daughter down the hall to keep her away from me. If you did not have her permission, Fat Cat did not think you needed to be near me.

 

Very overprotective cat, very aware of my moods and movements, able to soothe me like no one else ever. She was utterly perfect…and then she got bit by that dog, developed an internal wound, underwent surgery to try to correct it, had a feeding tube inserted so I could tend to her myself in the comforts of her own home…and she lost her battle in the end. My world instantaneously shattered.

 

When I got my other cats, Fat Cats toys and clothes were put away, and the new terrors received their own toys…tried the clothes, none of them like them like Fat Cat did.

 

I had Fat Cat cremated. I wear a silver paw print pendant around my neck, only taking it off when going into the water such as swimming or showering…it contains a bit of Fat Cats ashes. In addition, I have a beautiful urn for Fat Cat that sits right up here in the cubby on the top hutch of my desk so that she is always looking down on me.

 

So, I am a little morbid. Yeah, I know I am. I have two little shines dedicated to Fat Cat. That was my baby, and she had to move on.

 

On a happier note, I believe my little ‘forever kitten’ BaxterMarie is channeling Fat Cat in some ways. Wow, does she do a lot of the naughtier things Fat Cat used to do.

 

Quinney is the sweetheart of the three. She talks back…to the point of it becoming an argument. However, she is so cute and fluffy and knows how to work that angle; she gets away with murder.

 

Then there is Jeffrey Jones. Big cat. You would think he was the dominant one of the house….ooohh nooo…not Jeff. Most timid thing ever. But also so utterly adorable.

 

Put the three cats together in playtime or after a little hit of catnip and you would swear it was like the NasCar of the cat world up in this house. Zoom, zoom, zoom. Well, maybe not that so much. It’s really surprising how three cats can sound like a trampling herd of buffalo sometimes.

 

 

Well, it’s time for me to nap away some of this pain.

Be sweet, my lovelies!


November 2016 Day 16

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No word count as of yet, had my final pool therapy this morning and assessment. Tomorrow I go see my doctor at the bone and joint clinic, who will then send me for my consult with a surgeon. Fun times, right? :/

 

So my NaNo writing will be put off for a little bit today. I did more than enough writing yesterday, however I am one to post a word count every day for the entire thirty days, so, I will be working later on.

 

Disappointing evening yesterday. I hosted a Write In down at the library and only two people showed up. I was sort of anticipating a decline in group participation with the coming holidays and whatnot. November really isn’t the best of months to hold NaNoWriMo in the USA…lol.

 

 

Anyways, lets move on to the BlogHer prompt for today:

Nov. 16: What TV series finale are you still upset about and why?

 

Hannibal. HANNIBALHANNIBALHANNIBAL!!

 

Hannibal was one of the greatest series out there. It stayed pretty true to the theme of the book Red Dragon, while playing up the complex relationship between Will Graham and Hannibal Lector. It also brought Jack Crawford and his wife more into the spotlight, which, their struggles were completely overlooked in the movies.

 

Mads Mikkelsen and Hugh Dancy had an incredible fix on their characters, playing off one another so perfectly, it was simply beautiful.

 

While the series ended on sort of a cross between cliffhanger and closure, I think it should have continued on. Just how much of Bedelia was served as a main course? Was Will partaking in the fine dining? There was a third chair in that scene…

 

The entire ensemble cast was great. Seeing Scott Thompson in a serious…or somewhat serious role was quite impressive after his Kids in the Hall days of his youth.

 

There is something more that needs to be highlighter here other than just the cast.

 

The visuals of this show were amazing. From the suits to the interior designs of rooms and halls. Even the food, as odd as some of it was, was so visually appealing.

 

Why this show was cancelled is beyond me. It makes me sad.

 

If you have never seen Hannibal the series, I suggest hunting it down (couchtuner) and watching it. Only 3 seasons, nothing binge watch can’t handle. Lol.


November 2016 Dy 15

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No word count on todays NaNoWriMo, mostly due in fact that I am hosting a Write In down at the library and will be doing my writing then. So, it will be later tonight before I get my writing in and get that word count. Only 15 days left to go!! WOOT!

 

So now on to BlogHer

 

Todays prompt:

Nov. 15: What are the best/worst dishes at Thanksgiving dinner?

 

Well, I don’t like turkey too much, so my go to is ham. I made the best glaze for my ham one year, and it was just sort of a toss things together sort of thing. I never wrote down what exactly I had done. And now I don’t remember it at all.

 

My biggest fail was trying to cook a turkey. I was trying to have something everyone liked. Well, you cant bake a ham and a turkey at the same time. Who knew? So, yeah, turkey didn’t get cooked all the way. And that was the year I tried stuffing rather than cornbread dressing. DISASTER!

 

I also bake a lot. I’ve had apple pie disasters, muffins that just were so dry to could use them as charcoal brickets.

 

Some things I never fail at are the yeast clover rolls and the giblet gravy. They always turned out awesome. And, of course, my cranberry sauce comes from a can…how can you mess that up? 🙂

 


November 2016 Day 14

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This mornings NaNoWriMo writing went exceptionally well, with 3066 in words today, giving me a total of 33468 words written for the NaNo event so far. And I still plenty of days to be writing more. I wont stop at just the 50k goal, because my work would go unfinished, I imagine.

 

Now, on to NaBloPoMo

Todays prompt:

Nov. 14: What was it like to be you in 2016?

 

What was it like to be me in 2016? Who on Earth would want to put themselves in that place would be a better question to ask.

 

My highs and lows were drastic. I mean, when in a manic high phase, I could not sit still, I could not feel anything, and I did the most outrageously stupid things. I cut and cut, got stitches and stitches, all to reach a place that was unobtainable.

 

My lows were just as bad; just add in not wanting to get out of bed unless absolutely necessary.

 

Readjustments of meds abound.

 

My brain had 1001 tabs open and I couldn’t close any of them or make them go away. Insomnia ruled (and still does) me.

 

2016 seemed like a pretty bleak year looking back on it, but there were highlights that made some of the bleakness seem not so bad. My child is happy, my cats are happy.

 

My writing had its ups and downs. Sales on my first book are way down, but I am hoping that when I release Book Two, sales will pick up again.

 

I got out of the comfort zone of my locations and broadened it. I have met, and even spoken publicly to a semi-large group of people. Just getting me out of the house a few years ago, fighting agoraphobia, I would say I have come a long way.

 

November and NaNoWriMo always invigorates me, though December has me crashing down once again, so I am preparing for that, and thinking of things that will stave that off.

 

Its not so bad, being me, at times. The secret is in how well you can hide your crazy. 😉


November 2016 Day 13

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Another day with no offered writing prompt from BlogHer, so another snippet of my newest novel will have to suffice. Little snippets, little teases.

 

I did managed a decent word count today for my NaNoWriMo – 2065, bringing my total up to 30402. Not bad at all.

 

Physically, I feel horrible today. My back hurts so much, but I am full of pep and my mood is outstanding. Kind of hard to be peppy though when all your body wants to do is take a major painkiller and curl up into itself. However, I am holding strong! I see my doctor this week and get assigned to my surgeon, then I’ll be meeting with him/her to set the surgery date. I hope that after that, I will be more or less pain free!

 

So, on with the show. My little excerpt from Book Two: The Path of Redemption-

 

Addison lifted her sword, bringing its strap across her chest to rest diagonally between her breasts, the Katana resting reassuringly at her back.

“So this other Slayer we’re meeting… Is she going to try taking my head off?” Addison asked. Her thoughts were torn between this other Slayer and Jabrils words of knowing Addison wanted blood. “I do want blood. Can I have some? I promise I won’t kill whoever I take it from? Will you let me hunt?” She asked hesitantly.

Jabril knew it was coming. He looked at her and shook his head. “No, I’m sorry. I cannot allow that. I’m sorry, petite.” He said, dressing as quickly as he could. “As for Letha, no, she won’t be looking to hurt you. She knows the situation.” He said, looking Addison over. “Well, you look ready to move, how about we head upstairs so I can at least enjoy a donut or two before the Lady Paladin shows up,” He said. He knew Addison was starving for blood… he would offer his own, but not right now. He would need his strength as well. He would think of something. Addison looked disappointed. When she caught his gaze, she turned her frown into a smile. “Okay… Coffee time,” She said, just trying to sound upbeat.

Jabril smiled and gave a nod. He took Addison by the hand, leading her from the room to the upper levels of the hotel. “I can’t risk letting you feed, petite. I’m sorry.” He said softly, giving her small hand a gentle squeeze. “As for Letha… she can reverse vampirism in those who want to purify it from themselves. Not everyone is lucky enough to come across her when they are bitten and left to fend for themselves. Your case is a little different, because you have been a vampire, willingly, for so long.” He explained. He looked to Addison, to see the solemn expression on her face… It was now time to change the subject.

 

 

That’s all for now, my dears.

Be sweet, my lovelies!


November 2016 Day 12

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Well, my word count for NaNoWriMo is climbing daily, even though I only managed 1669 words this morning. I am in pain so bad from my back. This spinal surgery, though I dread it, is not coming along fast enough.

 

So onto other things. BlogHer doesnt give prompts for blogs on Weekends, so I thought I give you all a sneak peak of Book Two.

 

I present you a excerpt from Book Two ‘The Path of Redemption’ – mind you this is a raw cut. Enjoy!

 

Jabril traced her soft lips as she had fallen asleep, feeling the warmth within his heart. It was amazing how this dark, devious little beautiful creature had captivated him. She had snared him, and his heart, in such a short amount of time. Both had been conflicted on what they had wanted, what they had needed, and yet, despite what either had said, here they were. They had gone through so much together in a short amount of time. They had shared so much. It was amazing that it was just out of nowhere. He had believed that he would never allow anyone into his heart again, not after his lost love, his betrayer. And Addison had longed for love, someone to let into her heart, someone to depend on and help keep her from tumbling over that edge of insanity. There was something about Addison, this little beast that she was. Jabril smiled as he watched her sleeping form. She did, in fact, just try to bring the genocide of an entire city. So much destruction, even though she had been trying to correct some of it.

But now Jabril knew the why and what in her motivations. He could help her. He could set her lose to gain vengeance.

There was a demon out there that he had a slow, painful, tormenting death in mind. On further thought, he considered binding it as a slave summon. Sending it back to hell, only to make it ‘summon bound’ to the summoners will.

No. He couldn’t take this away from Addison. It was up to her how this demon was to meet its end, despite Jabril’s wish to handle it – to save her.

She needed saving from herself, not the demon.

 

There you go! Just a nibble!

 

Be sweet, my lovelies!


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