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No sleep, book news and musings…

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Again, I have disappeared for an extended amount of time. I tend to do that. I have tried keeping up with my snail mail pen pals, my last round of letters went unanswered but a few.

 

I am in one of my sleepless modes again. Musing my little musings.

 

I have a book a should be writing. The sequel to The Road of Darkness shouldnt be taking so long. I mean, the book is there, nearly done. I read over what I’ve written and end up scrapping it part of the way in. So, I have my beginning and my ending…though missing my middle. I am in a rut…a terrible, terrible rut of how Addison is making her way through her journey. I keep falling into this trapping that changes who she us meant to be. She is meant to be strong, fierce…she is meant to be disliked.

 

I’ve always held a fondness for unlikable characters that do have some redeeming qualities. I have had a reviewer state that they just couldn’t get into the character because she was SO unlikable in the fact that she did not discriminate in who she killed…especially the women and children. Well…thats what big bad vampires do.

 

So here in my second book I am finding Addison is softening up…and I do not like it. Yes, change is needed for her character developement, but I don’t want to change the core of her, and that’s what I keep sliding into. It’s horribly frustrating.

 

I have been writing short stories, and actively Role Play story writing in my time as I struggle with this.

 

I’ve also pondered trying to get some of these short stories and what-not published. I am looking at small publications, just my short stories here and there. So, if anyone knows some names they’d like to toss my way, I would appreciate it. I could always self publish a short story compilation, but I really am curious as to outside people looking over them and what I have to offer, seeing as I do write for more than one genre.

 

I have been on a voracious reading spree. I have revisited Eric R Lowthers novel and short story compilation, and find myself wanting more. He seem to be suffering what I am, as his second novel was promised in 2014 and it is yet to be produced. I love that mans writing, genius in the zombie genre.

 

Serial Killers…a passion of mine, I have read 3 books on the subject in the last 3 days. Oh, and one trivia and fact book.

 

I have no been very social…I mean, like, at all. I havent been visiting my favorite blogs, Facebook, twitters, etc.. I am sorry for that. I have even been a little withdrawn in my little gaming world. It’s a phase, I’m sure.

 

In health news, I have a new spinal doctor, and we are working on a pain management, and eventual elimination plan. I am currently pain-free as I write this and it feels remarkable.

 

The kittehs are well. All six of them. Okay, I will confess, they are terrors. All six of them. Spencer, or who I call ‘Lil man’, is the newest that I had brought home from my best friends place in New Mexico. He has grown like a weed, yet still looks so remarkably kitten-like. He is the king of holy terror as well. It is going on 5am and he is ripping through the house playing and antagonizing the older cats.

 

I really would like some sleep right about now. I tried about an hour ago and pretty much tossed and turned, got hot, then cold, and finally the cats playing dragged me from my bed once again.

 

Maybe I just sleep better during the daylight hours. Honestly, though inconvenient, I like my nights. No one to bother me, no phone ringing, the house is quiet-ish. Sleeping through the day can be hassle because of the phone, people, things to be done. Blah.

 

Well, I suppose I have rambled enough. I will get some stories posted to entertain you shortly. Dont forget about me!!!

 

I need help.

 

 

 

 


A shortie story pt 1

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The following little character profile was from a short contest on one of my Role Play game sites. We were to have our characters talk about what made them who they are today…their childhood and the like. This first one is Genesis, a werewolf. We were allowed to tell their story in any format, from journal to interview with another personal, to video type diaries. I chose journal format for Genesis.

And away we go!

 

Genesis: All American Girl

Journal Entry 2/2017

 

2017 already. Hard to believe how time seems to fly in happy times, and drag in the dreadful. This is a brand new journal, by the way. I haven’t kept a journal in a few years now. Growing up I kept one religiously.

 

I was reading through some of them earlier, that’s what made me decide to pick it back up again. I don’t want memories to be lost, even the uglier side of life.

 

When looking through my really old journals, I found one that brought back all kinds of depressing memories. Most entries were about my mother. She was a slut. Okay, well, more like a wh0re, because those guys she brought home paid her in some fashion or another. I usually just locked my door and shoved pillows over my head. I have to add that I added locks to my bedroom doors in all the scummy trailers we rented when we moved here, or were kicked out of there. Those men my mom brought home…they leered at me. Perverts. All of them.

 

I kept myself distracted, and away from home, as much as I could. I ran track in secondary school and high school. I was honor roll, which meant I stayed in the library a lot, studying.

 

Sometimes when I would come home, my mother would be waiting. She’d call me names, accuse me of things, tell me how she should have aborted me when she had the chance. I should point out here, that the reason she DIDN’T abort me, is that my father was some kind of royalty in the Lycan community. My mother is pure Lycan as well. She must have figured giving this man a full blood heir, even though I’m a girl, well, she must have thought he would support her, or me. Instead, he told her to kill me, that I was a bastard pup, and never contact him again.

 

All American family, right?

 

I isolated myself a lot growing up. We moved so often, I never felt any point in making friends. I stuck to my studies. In my senior year of high school a Marine Corp recruiter contacted me. I signed right up. The day after graduation, with honors btw, I was out of there. I left my mom a couple hundred dollars that I’d saved up with a note that I was leaving, and never look for me. I was as dead to her as she was to me.

 

I thrived in the Marine Corp. Maybe I had an unfair advantage, being a Lycan and all, but still. I loved it. And they had found their perfect marksman. Problem was, females couldn’t really be on over-watch. I served two tours in Afghanistan, and then came back to the states. I served on the Marksmanship Team and got all kinds of awards.

 

By the time I made E-5 serving as an MP, people were taking notice that I wasn’t really aging. It was odd to me, because my mother looked way older than she was. I guess I should just attribute that to the lifestyle of booze and drugs she led, whereas I was all about discipline, wellness, taking care of myself.

 

I had a group of good friends when I was in the military. I still keep in touch with some. Some even know my secret (that I’m not…human). A group of us will meet up somewhere and have a few drinks, remember the days and nights in the desert, the thrill of live fire and explosions. However, not so many of us remember those as ‘good times’. A lot of people come back broken from war zones.

 

Again, I thrived in it.

 

Anyway, after I left the military, I traveled around. I guess I’m kind of a penny pincher, because I have plenty of money. I was bored though. I tried to think of what I could do as a career. That’s when, by chance, someone from the old military days, asked me if I could take someone out. As in, kill them. They offered me money (okay, A LOT of money), said they didn’t care how I did it, just get it done by a certain day and time and the money would be wired to me.

 

My first contract kill.

 

I took the target out from 5 buildings away. He was sitting at his desk having and drink, I pulled my little trigger and poof…red mist. The guy wobbled in his chair a little before falling face first into the desk. From my angle, well, he had no back of the head left. It gave me the warm fuzzies.

 

So…I started to take more clients like this. I set up overseas accounts for payments and got my name dropped here and there in all the right circles. Mercenaries get a bad wrap, but we do take out some pretty nasty people. And its not all just getting a name and killing people. Sometimes you have to hunt information, do a little tracking, grease the palms of other people. I had to get tech savvy in a hurry and start knowing and getting in good with all the right people.

 

I started to realize one night that while I was using my enhanced senses to pinpoint targets and the like, I wasn’t really working on those aspects of myself. The wolf in me needed more.

 

I was floundering in mediocrity. I couldn’t have that. The wolf must be satisfied.

 

I joined a crew at the urging of a friend and, well, at first things were fine and dandy, but they went downhill fast. Leadership and I didn’t agree, and me being me, blatantly said what was on my mind. I ended up leaving the crew.

 

I needed a pack, so to speak, to help me grow. So I didn’t waste any time in finding exactly what I needed. Azhi. Home. I have never regretted joining this crew.

 

I have friends, we talk. The loveliest part of it all, is I can still indulge in the hunt and make money, money, money. Yes, I’m a greedy cow.

 

Now, I love my home with all my heart. Only one bad occurrence ever happened here, and thats when I tried to kid myself into thinking I could have a love life. I met someone, he joined the crew and we got married. Probably the shortest marriage of all time. No…I’ve actually seen shorter.

 

One day, out of the blue, he packed all my stuff from our boat and placed it on the dock and handed me divorce papers. I was shocked to say the least. I didn’t know how to react. Was he expecting a big display of emotion? He didn’t get it. That’s not my style. I picked up my stuff, tucked the papers into my back pocket and walked away. He left. End of story. He’s still in the Azhi roster, but he’s been gone for years now.

 

I keep my heart closely guarded now. I have a crush on someone, but, well, that’s a pipe-dream I think.

 

The crew is growing and expanding and its exciting. Mind you, we all stick to ourselves, but, I bet at any given moment if I called someone for help, they would be there in a heartbeat, and I would do the same in return.

 

I can live in isolation, and I can integrate into a team just fine. I love both. It truly is the best of both worlds. It sates my desire for privacy, which I hold high, and it also gives me people to chill with, help, laugh with…its nice.

 

I’m a little rough around the edges. I’ve always been a tom-boy. I sometimes speak before thinking, or, rather, speak very bluntly. But hey, I give honesty, that’s got to count for something, right?

 

So, I’ve come a long way from those days of keeping my face planted in a book to avoid people, to having a home and friends. I’ve achieved a lot, too. Not so much in social skills, I still lack those, but my training is picking up again, I feel better about myself, and I know I can call people up from time to time for sh!ts and giggles.

 

Life is good.

 

Hope you enjoyed that! I will be posting up Addisons little bit in a day or two.

 

And for the record, Addisons won 2nd place and Genesis won 3rd. ^.~

 


NaNo's One last hoorah

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Well, NaNoWriMo is done for 2016. I exceeded my word count and everything is all happy and smiles.

 

However, its not the end for me. Tonight I will be hosting a final TGIO party for my group of Wrimo’s. (I’m a Municipal Liaison for NaNo)

 

Tonight we will laugh, vent, maybe even cry. All while stuffing our faces with pizza and snacks!

 

And the best news of all – the creativity isnt going to end with NaNoWriMo and the joint venture with the Library system that allowed us to use their facilities for our events.

 

I have coordinated with the directors of the Library system to host creative writing classes every other month throughout 2017 to bring in new writers and introduce them to their inner creative monsters and to the NaNoWriMo project. Its going to be a beautiful thing.

 

As for December, however, after tonights shindig, I am going to take the month to myself. I am going to bring all my roleplay gaming characters out of their sleep mode and start to game writing again. I’ve missed my writing buddys and the worlds of the two games I play. Will Genesis finally kill Addison? Will Addison find werewolf biscuits and win the heart and friendship of Genesis? Will Nemesis finally reach her goal of collecting more kittens in Ravenblack than anyone ever? Oh, the things I will write for my beloved characters.

 

January will see me balancing, with no pressure, between my gaming writing and my continued work on my novel. Streamlining, editing, all that stuff that makes liquor taste a lot better.

 

I also still have collections of short stories to share. Newly written ones as well! Oh! Lets not forget those little teases of Book Two excerpts either. AND SMUT! Okay, well, not a lot of smut, I know its not for everyone. Sometimes I just feel the need to share my dirty little writings. I CAN write more than horror…I can do romance. Its rough and tumble romance…but you can feel the love….ugh, I ramble…

 

I’m hoping 2017 will be much nicer to me than 2016 was. Once I get this spinal surgery done I am hoping to be a little more pain free and active. I miss my treadmill at the gym. And swimming. Gosh do I love swimming.

 

I also have travel plans for late in 2017 to go to Guatemala with my bestest friend in the world to see my mom! So exciting. I’ve got my passport paperwork, and had to wait for an official copy of my birth certificate, but I am ready to get the process started now.

 

So, I have things to do and people to harass for now.

 

Be sweet my lovelies…


November 2016 Day 22

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No NaNo count yet…my creative juices just DO NOT want to flow today. Plus, being in pain is kind of distracting. So, I’ll work on my NaNoWriMo later.

 

 

On to todays BlogHer prompt:

 

Nov. 22: What TV show are you obsessed with? Share 10 reasons it’s better than the other shows.

 

 

Just one? JUST ONE? Nope, not fair. I hate being asked to list just ONE favorite of anything, because I just don’t think that way. So, you’ll get a list of my favorites, and not quite 10 reasons why.

 

 

Here we go:

 

 

  1. The Walking Dead :
  • A – HELLO… end of the world as we know it drama. Dead things to poke with a stick! Danger, drama, in-fighting!
  •               B – Daryl Dixon anyone? Negan? Come on…hawtness.
  • C – Watching zombies age. Seriously, if you have watched since season one; they have become        skinnier and more brittle.
  • D – Carl. Watching him grow from little snot nosed brat to big snot nosed brat who can kick your     ass. Nice one.
  •               E – Plain old people are more of a threat than the dead things.
  •               F – Mysterious lawn mowing. Serious, who is going around cutting everyones lawn?
  •  G – Gasoline. People…gasoline has a shelf life. At this point, with how they have aged Judith, that shelf life has expired.
  • H – Rick Grime and Michonne anyone?
  • I – Michonne and her sword anyone?
  • J – Michonnes sword anyone?

 

 

  1. Vikings :
  • They’re Vikings!
  • Hot Vikings
  • Tyranny
  • Plundering
  • Lovely duels of wit – from Vikings
  • Pillaging
  • Shield Maidens! Kick ass!

 

 

 

  1. Supernatural :
  • Do I even need to list all the awesomeness that is this show?

 

 

  1. Daredevil :
  • Again, too many reasons. Most importantly though: The Punisher.

 

 

 

That about wraps up what I watch on a regular basis. I like American Horror Story, but will admit to being in and out with it. I don’t watch weekly, I just sort of binge when I feel like it. I don’t know how I feel about this season yet. Didn’t care for last or Circus. Coven was okay. The first season was undoubtedly the best.

 

 

So there you have it.

 

 

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 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!


In the know

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Hello my darlings!

Only one short story tonight.

I’ve been taking care of my friend as I mentioned last week. They still arent back to work yet, and I STILL havent gotten things totally settled with my insurance since the truck got wrecked. So, I have been a little busy.

Today was the first day, however, that I havent been able to sit down and write at length. I managed one story.

But hey, at least it was something. My goal for this month was to write something every day based on prompts. I think I’ve managed pretty good. I want to make it a routine that lasts.

I know not all of my short stories are great, but like I said, it keeps me writing, even if I fall flat here and there. I think tonights short story will be like well enough.

I have been thinking of posting up more of my Role Play writing. Some of the characters mine deals with, and their situations, can be downright entertaining and hilarious. Not all this vampire stuff is serious. I like my roleplays to carry some humor too, and my characters are far from perfect creatures.

Fat Cat is having a hard time struggling with this heat this year. She is harking up hairballs every day. I totally need to get her in to be shaved down. Its also time for a medical checkup. She’ll be so pleased. >_>

I’ve also been rearranging my office… again… I swapped my newer laptop desk for the old one I bought years ago. It is much bigger and matches my main desk a lot better. That meant digging in the storage room to unearth the old desk and get them swapped without breaking my neck.

I really should clean out that storage room…but…uumm…nu.

Well my lovelies, enjoy tonights story to be posted next.

~hugs you all~


Feeling Sassy!

So, one of the things I did with my away time last month was revamp my hair.

ERMAHGERD!!!!

IT’S NOT PURPLE ANYMORE!!!

I’ve gone back to a stripey red and black. I’ll get some pictures soon. Lately I’m lucky if I take my hair down from its ponytail, so you all will have to wait on a good hair day and plenty of make-up before ya see this gal! 😛

The colors came out perfect though. I mean, its not like I havent done it before in the past. I used to reserve my purple hair color for the winter months, and the shocking fire engine reds for summer. I’ve been adding streaks of black for the past couple of time just because it gives it a cool look.

Tonight you’ll be in for a treat as well.

Not just one short story, but two!

One is actually based from one of my gaming characters point of view. Mind you, all the names have been changed on the other characters, but this was sort of like my own character venting a personal frustration.

Anywho… I havent been placing pictures up with my entries. I just havent found suitable ones.

Camp NaNoWriMo is going well. I am maintaining a good daily word count, and come November I should be on track for getting this second novel done and shipped to the editor.

So, until later…be sweet ya’ll!!


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