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The Murder Hobos – Episode 50 – Too Much Beer

Adam walked silently down the short corridor that led to the circular common room. Vizeran had given them all rooms that led to the shared space. After the way their host had isolated Thia before dinner, Jinnaari thought it wise that some of the party keep an eye on her room during the night. He didn’t tell Thia that, though. Not to Adam’s knowledge anyway. He agreed with both not telling her, and the watch. Her nerves were shot. She needed to rest before they set out again. It was likely to get a lot worse for her before it got better. A quiet sobbing reached his ears before he got to the room. Worried, he picked up the pace. Pan sat on one of the couches, arms wrapped around his alchemy ju...
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Gaming interruptus

One thing I love doing is playing D&D. I’ve played a version of the game, off and on, since I was about 10. I’ve been involved in some great games…and some not so great ones. The group of friends my husband and I play with currently is among the best. Life has not been kind to us lately, though. Trips for work or fun, illness, etc has put gaming on the back burner. We didn’t play last week. This week seems to be a no-go, too. As at least 3 of us have tickets to Emerald City Comicon next weekend…it looks like the group will be back together after a 3 week hiatus. This is one of the longest breaks we’ve had in 3 years. And it feels odd. Nothing could’ve been avoided, and it’s not like we’re de...
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Finding time to write

One of the drawbacks of working a retail job is that your hours change weekly. One week, I’ll do shifts that start early in the day. I get off before my son and husband come home. I can get the household stuff done, make dinner, and get an hour or two of writing in. Others, I have to do as much as I can before work…and leave a meal in our crock pot…because I’ll have enough time when I get home to eat, bathe, and get in bed because I have to be at work early the next day. Today’s one of those. Off at 6, and I have to be up and on my way to work tomorrow by 6:30 am. So, I’m pushing through a bunch of stuff instead of writing. I took care of some volunteer stuff that needed doing, got 2 loads o...
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Before you complain about the price of a book…

Hey everyone! I’m sitting in a coffee shop, waiting for a meeting to start. I do this about every 3 months. I always head down here early. If I leave by 1:15, it’s a 1 hour drive. If I leave anytime after 2, it can take 3 hours. Sigh. Traffic in the greater Seattle/Tacoma area is interesting. It’s been a while, but I’ve heard readers complain about how much an ebook costs before. They don’t think they should spend $2.99 for it, it should be cheaper. After all, it’s just a computer file! Let’s break it down, shall we? You’re not just paying $2.99 for a computer file. You’re paying for the hours of time it took to write that book. Hours where it was with our beta readers. Even more time spent ...
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When a book’s plot comes to life

Morning, everyone. Yes, I live in the same county as the recent deaths from the Coronavirus. No, I am not sick. I mean, I was. Two weeks ago. I know it wasn’t that particular nasty, though. Why? Because I was tired and severely congested, but I had none of the symptoms. No cough, no fever, no respiratory problems. I took a day off work, because that’s me being responsible. I would’ve been miserable. Management probably would’ve taken one look at me and sent me home. The company has a policy of ‘we’d rather do without you for 1 day than have you get 2/3rds of the store sick’. They’re smart about these things. I’m not part of the vulnerable population. I’m not elderly, or extremely young. I’m ...
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The Murder Hobos – Episode 49 – A Dinner Party part 2

Adam pulled out a chair opposite of Jinnaari, his focus on Thia. Pan whispered something in her ear, and he saw her relax slightly. The panic they’d all felt when she wasn’t in her room faded, but he was still on alert. Vizeran had said he wanted to help them take down Lolth. That didn’t mean any of them trusted the Drow. Whatever had been said between Thia and the mage would be shared later. She trusted the paladin enough to tell him everything. And Jinnaari would share what he thought Adam should know. The atmosphere in the room was tense; Thia’s casting didn’t lessen it, nor did Jinnaari’s assertion that it was necessary. “I was wondering,” he kept his tone neutral. Waiting for Vizeran to...
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The Murder Hobos – Episode 48 – A Dinner Party

Thia walked slowly, her body alert for anything out of the ordinary. You’re in a Drow arch mage’s tower…in the Underdark…none of this is ordinary! Still, it was wise to be cautious. The door she wanted was open. The dim light within drawing her forward. Vizeran had no need for the light. Neither did she, for that matter. Jinnaari and Pan, though, needed the help. The gesture to make everyone feel somewhat comfortable wasn’t unnoticed. Still, she couldn’t shake the feeling that things weren’t as the mage wanted them to think they were. His answers to questions made sense. But she didn’t understand much about Drow society. She wasn’t trying to learn more, either. Walking into the room, she sto...
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Imagine your life

Morning everyone! I’ve recovered from the plague I had last week, and will be fine for a long time. That’s the hope, anyway. Given I’m 52, new ailments can crop up at any time. That’s young in my mind. I plan to live until I’m 90 at a minimum, so lots of years left to live. And that’s what I want to do: live. I’m a huge believer in visualizing what I want in my life. I’m not talking daydreams. We all do that. Rather, it’s seeing in myself where I want to be as a person in five, ten, fifteen years. And then taking the small steps every day to reach those places. There’s almost no basis behind the idea of an overnight success. It seems that way to those who are on the outside looking in, but n...
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The Murder Hobos – Episode 47 – Falling

“Hold on,” Jinnaari instructed her. With a massive push, they rose from the ground. Thia closed her eyes. The chasm floor was at least five hundred feet below them. She wasn’t about to let go. She felt him stop, finally opening her eyes. They hovered at the side of the cavern. Helix and Pan were fighting the Beholder already. “Here,” she felt him drape a cloak around her back and secure it. “Now, put a hand against the wall.” Taking a deep breath, she did as he instructed. Her body didn’t move. “The cloak’s going to keep you safe over here. As long as you have a foot, hand, or something else touching the wall, you won’t fall.” She let go of the paladin, and he flew toward the fight. Shifting...
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Fundamental Differences

Hey everyone! I’ve got today off of work, and I’m mostly (like, 95%) recovered from my cold. I plan to get started on writing soon. For some reason, a memory of my mom floated into my head this morning. She used to play solitaire at the dining room table every morning before work. It was her way of getting ready for the day. One morning, I came out of my room and saw her shuffling through the different stacks and peeking at the cards. I said something along the lines of, “isn’t that cheating?” Her reply was, “No. I’m just making sure it’s possible to win. There’s no reason to play if I can’t win.” I realized this morning, 4 years after her death and decades since that moment, that the one me...
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The Murder Hobos – Episode 46 – Pan finds the bottom

Pan squeezed his way through the crevice, the alchemy jug held securely in his arms. Everyone else was looting the Driders and Drow they’d just killed. All he wanted to do was figure out how to empty the jug. Ever since they’d found the jug, he’d waited to try it out. It was one thing to hear about what it could do; it was another to actually experience it. “Beer,” he whispered. The sloshing inside changed tone. Uncorking one of the spouts, the aroma of hops wafted out. “Oh, my,” he said. Lifting the jug to his lips, he took a sip. And then started to gulp. Two hours later, with the jug empty at last, he put the stopper into the spout. The small room spun enough that he thought twice about s...
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The unending optimism of an author

Good morning! Heading out the door for an early shift in a bit. Well, at least getting in the car and letting it defrost! One interesting part about the weather where I live is that, especially in late winter/early spring, we’ll have a 25 degree difference between the daytime high and nighttime lows! There’s something I’ve noticed every author I know has in common. We are optimistic to a fault. Yes, we agonize over our stories. Stress out like no one else over query letters. Take a dozen deep breaths when we get a reply before we even dare open the email. And we hear the word ‘no’. A lot. But we keep trying. We keep writing. We keep submitting. Why? Because we believe, deep down inside, that...
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Random thoughts post-ick

Hey! So, it’s early. Not quite 6 am for me. I’ve got to leave for the day job soon. At least I’m going in today. Yesterday was a ‘not unless you want the entire store, customers and co-workers, sick’ call out. Like most women I know, I tried to tough it out. I started feeling bad on Thursday last week. Have kept things low key, rested, made sure I had fluids, took cold meds. By Sunday, I knew that wasn’t enough. I think I slept more yesterday than not. I didn’t even try to get anything written. My goal was to get through the ick enough to where I could go to work today. Being a writer is great. It really is. I adore the job. It’s just not paying. Yet. So, day jobs have to happen. Car payment...
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The Murder Hobos – Episode 45 – A Matter of Trust

Thia looked at Jinnaari, “You’re kidding. Please tell me you’re kidding.” He shook his head, “I’m serious, Thia.” She pushed a hand through her blonde hair. “It’s just…. the last time I trusted Helix, he ended up being a doppelganger! I don’t know who this Tabaxi is. He’s pure chaos! Even if he’s the real Helix and not another changeling, I sense something evil about him. His time with the Hags changed him. How can I trust he’s not going to hand me over to Lolth if it’s advantageous for him?” She rested her elbows on her knees and dropped her head into her hands. “I don’t say this to you without reason, Thia. I understand what I’m asking you to do. But I have every reason to believe he won’t...
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The Murder Hobos – Episode 44 – Divine Intervention

The tunnel kept going. The light from his sword kept Jinnaari from tripping as the group navigated the passage. They’d been walking for a few hours, without sight of another creature. That was fine with him. Everyone could use the chance to catch their breath, relax a little. A small alcove was to his left. The opening was narrow enough they’d have to go in single file, but it would be a good place to get off their feet for a short time and eat. “In here,” he said as he looked back at everyone. “We can rest for a while.” He waited at the opening, letting everyone else fill the room. Adam stopped, “What about you?” “I’ll stay in the opening, keep watch. Make sure Thia eats something, will you...
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The Murder Hobos – Episode 43 – Cat Toys

“Jinnaari,” Thia said as he wiped his sword on the body of the demon. “We have a problem.” Moving toward where she stood, he asked, “What is it this time?” “That,” she said. Her arm pointed down into the fissure. Glancing down, he sighed. Descending down the rocky face, Moon was heading toward a large metal sphere. Stalagmites jutted from the wall, suspending it over the river of magma. “Bahamut give me strength,” he muttered. Spreading his wings, he descended toward the Tabaxi. “Moon,” he called out, “that’s not a good idea.” “It’s shiny!” she called back to him. “Did you see all those levers and knobs? I want to know what they do!” She moved closer. Bahamut, why did you have me pair up wit...
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The Murder Hobos – Episode 42 – Hidden Motives

“Cousin, you okay?” Pan asked Thia nodded. “Yeah. They took out the duplicates before they got to me.” “Cool. That’s a great spell…you should use it more often.” She shrugged. “Magic’s not unlimited. You know that.” Looking past him, she said, “Hey, Adam! Don’t move.” Pan watched her go to help the warlock unhook his cloak from the rock. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jinnaari. The paladin was wiping blood off of his sword, but his focus wasn’t on the weapon. It was on Thia. Walking over, he leaned against the wall near the Dragonborn. “You missed a spot.” Jinnaari grunted, “No, I didn’t.” “Can I ask you a question?” “If I say no, will it matter?” Pan laughed. “No, I’ll still ask it.” ...
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The power of dreams

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Good morning! I’m feeling rested today, which is a vast improvement over yesterday morning. I try to sleep in on the weekends, if my cat lets me. She’s a demanding one, though, with a routine she doesn’t like being disrupted. That’s life when a tortie decides you belong to her. I’d set my alarm, as we were heading to our daughter’s school. She plays for the university’s women’s rugby team. We’d postponed D&D for the week so we could go catch a game. It started at 10 am, which meant leaving by 7:30 am to get there by game time. Here’s where the whole story starts, and how my day was out of whack. I was deep in REM sleep, vividly dreaming. I know this, because I remember the dream. I was at Di...
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The Murder Hobos – Episode 41 – Herasta’s Plan

“Well?” Herasta asked her guest. Her back was turned away from Diak, but even the Yathtallar couldn’t sneak up on her in her own home. The tall woman eased into a chair across from Herasta. “It’s done. Now, we wait.” “Where did you last see them?” Diak shrugged. “We let the paladin go near enough to them that he’d be found easily. Last time I saw them, they were enjoying Vizeran’s hospitality.” “Ishacte went into his tower? She loathes him.” Diak leaned forward. “Ishacte wasn’t with them, Herasta. And Thia wasn’t cowering like you thought she would by now. That one’s stronger than she looks.” Herasta narrowed her eyes. It was possible Ishacte tried to hurry up the timeline and ended up dead....
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The Murder Hobos – Episode 40 – Acid Rains Down

Adam hovered near the wall, his feet above Pan’s head, and watched as the black dragon moved on Thia. Jinnaari kept pace with the beast, his sword already covered with the creature’s blood. He let loose a barrage of magic, hitting the creature with each bolt. It flinched, and bellowed in pain, but kept moving. Adam watched in horror as the dragon inhaled sharply, then unleashed a storm of acid right on his friend. Thia stood her ground, her cloak disintegrating around her. The black beast then slammed a tail into Jinnaari. The paladin grunted at the blow, his legs shifting to keep his balance. Thia’s voice, barely audible, chanted out a phrase. Adam watched as she dropped to her knees, her o...
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