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A new layer of constant dread


We now know what 2020 had in mind for September. Most of the West Coast of the US, including near where I live, is on fire. Please don’t try to debate me on climate change. This is a direct result of ignoring science and those who warned us. No amount of ‘raking the forest floor’ would’ve stopped this. I live between Seattle and Tacoma. I love the area, and have been here for the last 25+ years. It’s usually cooler weather, and asking people if they saw the mountain (Mt. Rainier) today is a normal thing. Especially during the summer. Less than 30 miles from me, the Sumner Grade Fire is burning. The air is unhealthy, and it’s one of the strangest skies I’ve ever seen. Being that I remember th...
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It’s a trap! And I made it!

So, I’m heading out the door in about 45 minutes to go to work. The 2nd load of laundry’s in the dryer, dishwasher is running, and I made my hubby’s lunch for tomorrow. I’ve made sure there’s food for them to make in the freezer, the bed is made, and I even dusted the walls in most of the house. I had 2 1/2 hours this morning where the house was quiet and I could’ve written. Instead, I didn’t even open a file. I fell into a trap of my own making. When I first started to write, I had hours at my disposal. Time where I could sit down and simply write. My kids were much younger, but had already reached a stage of some level of self-sufficiency. I wrote the majority of ‘Scales & Stingers’ during...
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The roots of my fantasy worlds.

Hey. It’s September 1, 2020. Fall isn’t quite here yet, and the year has a lot more time left to mess with us. I’m resisting saying it can’t get worse because, well, it can. I don’t want to tempt it. One thing I’ve always loved about Autumn is the falling leaves. As I sit at my desk, the window next to me is open. A light breeze is coming through. Cool enough to keep the office a comfortable temperature. I was talking to someone on Twitter tonight (my handle’s @DaughterHauk – come find me!), and finally made a connection. My childhood wasn’t amazing. I’ve never kept quiet about it, really. It was stable, yes. My parents loved me, though they didn’t really understand how to raise a creative s...
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Starting slow, and being patient

Well, my hands are officially out of the braces. The CTS should be resolved. Or, if not completely gone, where I can resume all normal activities and only wear the braces at night if I see symptoms. The trigger finger on my right hand is much better now. Doctor gave me a steroid shot to calm the tendon down. Held off on the shot on the left hand for a few reasons. One, the right was far worse/more bothersome. Second, I wanted to make sure it worked, see if it could calm down on its own. Right now, I’ll get a shot done in October when I go in for my yearly check up. The left was never as bothersome as the right. I still feel it once or twice a day. The right is that way now. However, I can ti...
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Black Isle, Clootie Wells, and Healing

Hey. I’m not working today, but Muse decided I was done sleeping. Such is life when you’re owned by a tortoiseshell cat. LOL Two years ago today, I explored Black Isle. It’s not a real island, more of a peninsula surrounded on three sides by water. It’s to the north of Inverness, and has some amazing things that you can go explore. We took a boat out from Avoch to see the dolphins in Moray Firth, visited Groam House Museum, found the ruins of Fortrose Cathedral quite by accident, and hiked out to Fairy Glen. I’ve talked about the hike before. There’s a post or two in the archives about it. One thing I wanted to do out on Black Isle was visit a clootie well. These are sacred springs, dating b...
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Loch Ness memories


Yesterday was a busy day. Work, grocery pick up, therapy, walking, and getting ready for dinner, etc. Basically, I’m just now sitting down in my office to share a memory of Scotland. Will try to do another post tonight about what happened on the 12th. This story is from 8/11/2018. This was our 2nd full day, but the first one where I did anything. The first day was arriving, then a train ride to Inverness, and crashing pretty early. Jet lag/not sleeping much meant the adrenaline finally said ‘you’re done!’ pretty early. This was the day, 2 years ago, where I spent 15 minutes trying to figure out how to start a push button start car. That had the steering wheel on the right side of the car. Ho...
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Memories of Scotland, 2 years later

August 10, 2018: The plane landed in Glasgow at approximately 6 am local time. I can’t remember sleeping much as we flew across the Atlantic. That need that had been in my soul for decades had awoken like a hungry lion. I needed to get to Scotland, fulfill some promise made lifetimes ago. Only I didn’t know who I made it to, or where, or why. Seattle had been in a heat wave when I left. Upper 80’s/low 90’s. I’d been miserable for over a week. If I remember correctly, we’d hit triple digits within the week before my trip. We make it through customs and immigration. I visited an ATM in baggage claim as we waited for the bags to come around. Part of me was nervous about my bag. Not that it was ...
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Testing 123

I don’t know how long will be in the braces. I do have a follow-up visit with my Dr. tomorrow at 2:00 PM. Hopefully we will have better answers as to what’s going on with the two fingers and exactly how long I will be in the braces. Until then I want to get back riding on the next book. My agent is already submitting ‘Scales and Stingers’ to publishers which means I have to get busy on the next one. This post is part of a learning experience. I will probably do a few more over the next week as I learned how to do speech recognition correctly. I can mistakes at least grammar wise in this. Please don’t hold it against me! I think the biggest part for me that will take the most time to learn is...
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Good news!

Sooo… I’m still typing via two fingers. The hands are in braces, and my physical therapist thinks I should see a specialist for the trigger fingers. Sigh. I’m currently waiting to hear my PCP’s thoughts about that. The good news? First, I have discovered my laptop has speech-to-text built in. A microphone has been ordered. After I take time to learn how it works, I’ll get back to ‘Shield and Scepter’. The other good news is that ‘Scales and Stingers’ is now officially under contract with Barone Literary! My agent loved it! Everything’s signed, so now she gets to start submitting it. Keep your fingers crossed! BB Original link
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Owie

Hey everyone, About two weeks ago, I noticed something that wasn’t right. I woke up and my hands were stiff. Seriously stiff, where it hurt slightly to straighten them. This went on for three mornings straight. As the day went on they’d feel fine, at first. Still, there’s arthritis in my family. I called and got an appointment. I figured it was better to get started on a treatment plan now, before things got worse, over waiting until mobility was a real issue. Due to schedules, I wasn’t able to get in until yesterday. It’s not arthritis (good). However, I do have carpal tunnel syndrome in both hands. I also have something called trigger finger going on in the middle finger of both hands. Tha...
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The Murder Hobos – Shore Leave – Episode 6 – A Surprise in the Morning

The rain fell in sheets. By the time Manak woke up enough to realize what was going on, his clothing was soaking wet. Add to that the layer of mud that clung to him and his body felt worse than the nonstop hangover raging through his head. No use moving, he thought. Rain’s not going to stop. At least I’ll get somewhat clean this way. Something on his chest and legs moved, the weight shifting enough that he knew it wasn’t just mud or excrement from the sty. It didn’t feel like the pigs, though. Opening his eyes, he slammed them shut again as a rather large drop of rain landed on the bridge of his nose. “Bonecrusher,” the innkeeper’s voice barked. “What?” he grunted, not bothering to open his ...
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Seeing COVID in a new light

Hey everyone, I know I’ve neglected my blog lately. We’re still learning our new characters for The Murder Hobos, and the stories aren’t coming as fast as they did before. I’m writing, though, so that’s good. I work retail. I’ve never tried to hide that. The book sales are, honestly, nonexistent for the one that’s out. Denise Barone, my agent, is rocking her job and I’m hopeful something will happen before the end of the year. Especially now that she’s got something new from me in her inbox! I’ve had trouble understanding the mindset of those who are anti-masks, anti-science, believe that COVID is a conspiracy/numbers are inflated, etc. I didn’t understand the willful ignorance, the dismissi...
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Another story told

Morning, everyone! I’ve been super busy lately. The retail job where I work opened back up, and that’s consumed about 20-30 hours of my week. Gaming, house cleaning, yard maintenance…it all adds up fast. Oh, and writing. I’m happy to announce that ‘Scales & Stingers: A Heroes of Avoch Novel’ is done! I’ve heard back from 3 of my 4 beta readers, and will complete the verbal read through today. Within the next week, it’ll be with my agent, Denise Barone! Here’s the blurb: After her father’s murder, Thia enters into the service of the God, Keroys. Being half Fallen, she’s shunned by the other students at the cloister. Only the priest that saved her life shows her any real compassion or friendsh...
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The Murder Hobos – Shore Leave – Episode 5 – Christos

Nessa stood with the crowd, waiting. She’d never seen a bar fight before, let alone an organized one, so it would be fun. It’s not like anyone would be hurt, not really. There had to be clerics around, too. Seriously, why would they want anyone to die doing this? It’d make it impossible to get anyone to sign up. The sound of a mandolin drifted on the light breeze, followed by a deep baritone voice singing:   “You have never heard a drinking song, Until you heard a drinking song. A drinking song to all your friends Until they get their fill.   “A good ale to start the tale With a little hint of mystery Three cups in, will guarantee a sale Right into her heart of plenty   “You have never heard...
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Facemasks, freedom, and morality

Morning everyone. I live in Washington state. In the same county where the first COVID-19 case was discovered officially. I’m back to work now after three months of being furloughed. I’ve had to change a majority of my life because of the virus, even though I don’t personally know anyone who has had it. Thank the Goddess none of the people I care about have been infected. Our D&D group went online. I started doing grocery store curbside pick up. Movies are watched at home. We’ve bought more online in the last 3 months than we had the previous 7-10. I spent 2 frantic days making over 50 masks for us, friends, and my hubby’s workplace. Our son graduated high school during this. Our daughter’s ...
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The Murder Hobos – Shore Leave – Episode 4 – Serena

Nessa lay down on the grassy hillside, letting the sound of the waves below her echo in her ears. She liked Saltmarsh so far. The people were so friendly! Her room at The Wicker Goat wasn’t big, but it was clean. She made sure to make the bed every morning, too. Not that sleeping outside, in the crook of a tree, was a bad thing. The temple bed had been hard, and the one at the wizarding school was way too narrow. There was even a small window in her room here, that she could open and let the night air come inside. She’d delivered the bread and her boss gave her the rest of the day off. She went to the market, picking up a couple of pretty hair pins and a new pouch, then got a meat pie from L...
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The Murder Hobos – Shore Leave – Episode 3 – Varas

Nessa skipped down the road, an empty basket in hand. She’d found a job yesterday, running errands for Councilman Gellan. He was a kind man, older than her own grandsire, and certainly didn’t object to paying her well to do small things. This morning, it was a trip to the baker. Gellan was hosting several guests for dinner and needed more bread than what his own cook could produce in time. Nestled in with the cloths to keep the bugs off the bread was a pouch full of real gold. He’d told her to buy as much as the baker could sell, without running short for his normal orders, and she could keep the rest! The heady smell wafted on the morning breeze, chasing away the fishy smell and making her ...
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The Murder Hobos – Shore Leave – Episode 2 – Nessa

She sniffed the air, pausing. That was strange. It didn’t smell right. It was salty, and sorta like fish. And not good fish like you’d get for dinner. This was raw, or rotten, or both. It was also new, different. Nessa adjusted the pack on her back, smiling at the birds that flew overhead. They were heading north, back toward the wood where she lived. That meant spring was here, and summer would be coming soon. All the plants would bloom and the air would smell sweeter. Wandering aimlessly, she let her feet find the path through the trees. She hummed tunelessly as she walked. The forest ended and the bright afternoon sun made her blink. Raising one hand to shield her eyes, her jaw dropped. B...
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The Murder Hobos – Shore Leave – Episode 1 – Manak

Our new game won’t start until June 27th, but I wanted to start introducing the cast to you all!  A hand slapped the side of the wagon, jolting Manak awake. “We’re here,” the driver growled. “Get out.” Carefully, he scooted toward the end of the cart. He’d broken a crate climbing in, and he’d depleted his coin stash paying for the damages. “Where’s here?” “Saltmarsh,” the man replied. “Where?” “Look,” he stared at Manak, exasperated, “You handed me coin and asked me to take you as far from Baldur’s Gate as that would get you. No questions asked. This is it.” He stared at him. Manak slid out of the back of the wagon, one massive hand gripping his pack. The unmistakable odor of salt water perm...
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To remain silent is to be complicit

Let’s get something straight. Black lives matter. My life hasn’t always been great. I can tell stories that’ll make many of you cringe. But I am white. I grew up related to half a county sheriff’s department (through blood, friendship, or marriage). I have privilege that thousands in this country do not. Simply because the color of their skin. And that’s wrong. Cops should not be armed like soldiers. They should not be targeting someone based on their race. They damn well should NOT be killing them for that reason alone.     Original link
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