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It’s that time of year, when my world goes berserk

Every day a test to survive… (Sung to the tune of The Carpenter’s “Christmas Waltz”)

Of course, that song is now lodged firmly in my ear and I feel like twirling about the living room in a taffeta gown…well, not that much. Christmas music always makes me smile, but for the next 30 days, I will be nose to grindstone for my 9th annual Writing Extravaganza.

After I published three books in eight months, I took four months off to recharge my batteries. Now, It’s time to get back on the proverbial horse. There are stories percolating and characters nudging me for attention.

In preparation for book 4 of the Damaged Series, I’ve been researching Equine Gestalt Coaching Method ™ and hope Zeke will be willing to try it. Since this is the last book in the series, I will need to ferret out the loose threads sewn into the first three books. I’ll start today by figuring out the details for some new characters in this story.

Tomorrow begins the daily run to pen 1,667 words a day for 30 days to tally up 50,000 words! The only year I didn’t hit the mark was year one when I wrote by hand <g>.

So, until then, “Give ’em hell, Wrimos!”

PS  I hope to have an exciting announcement before the end of the month. And I mean Exciting!!

Friends are Family with Festivity

WP_20131224_002Here we are at the end of December already. Looking back I realize it’s been almost a month since my last blog. I had every intention of writing a long melodramatic saga about my trip to North Carolina… and my six days without luggage. Alas, most of the drama has leaked out of me. (Fortunately for you.)

The Cliffs Note version was simply that, the freakish winter storm that hit Dallas-Fort Worth on December 5th created a domino effect of transportation nightmares for thousands of people. In spite of missing my connecting flight because of  “deicing,” I was still able to board the last flight out of Dallas to Atlanta. More drama, but I finally got a flight to North Carolina, which got me in at 11:30 p.m.

The most wonderful friends (and brilliant writers) in the world Ann McMan and Salem West warmly greeted me, even at that hour. Then there was the tragic news that my suitcase had not arrived with me. Being too tired and weak to do more than whine, I submitted to gentle reassurances and… the comfort of the 15-year-old single malt waiting for me at their home. sigh –a balm to my ravaged soul. And, the first look at the print version of my book!

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The following week was filled with extraordinary meals (both women are gifted gourmet cooks), laughter, hugs, puppy kisses, and cat-whispering. I enjoyed a tour and lecture at Total Wine from Salem who is also a consummate oenophile.WP_20131210_007 (1)

In addition, when we briefly ventured out, we enjoyed a home-style breakfast at IHOP, a fine Italian meal with Ann’s family,

then…we luxuriated in a holiday feast at Ryan’s WP_20131211_022Restaurant. It was an experience I will never forget.

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On Friday morning, while Ann worked, Salem took me to the local Walmart to get a few items to tide me over. The frustration might have been intolerable were I not with friends. They were kind and gracious about my limited wardrobe. In fact, truth be told, even with limited choices I think Salem preferred the Eeyore pajamas. WP_20131211_011      (They are quite fetching and comfortable.)  Wearing my jammies for half the day is something I never do at home because I have to take the dogs out. So that was a nice bonus.

WP_20131208_010   When the three of us were not actually working on manuscript deadlines, we kicked back, sipped good wine, laughed too much, listened to Christmas music, and watched Ann create culinary magic as Salem shifted between her tasks with the surgical precision of a sous chef and her Cesar Milan pet wrangling.

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… tree decorating!

My luggage arrived late Tuesday afternoon much to my relief. And it afforded me the opportunity to put on my one nice outfit to go out for dinner on Wednesday night.WP_20131211_025    and Paula!               WP_20131211_024

Thursday morning at o-dark:30,  my beloved Friends packed me a lunch and ferried me off to the airport. Best early Christmas ever! Love you guys!        WP_20131209_010

Now from the sublime to the mundane. We both finished our projects. Ann and Salem released  “Hoosier Daddy” shortly after “Balefire” two weeks earlier. During my visit, I finished the final revisions for “Flights of Fancy” a holiday Novella; Ann finished and submitted her holiday release of  “Three.”  1538884_470903026354718_1126446255_n

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I arrived home safe and sound. My sweet dogs were well cared for and thrilled to see me. Once I had unpacked—my mostly clean clothes,  I got down to the business of Christmas and end of the year tasks.  One that I had been considering for sometime was whether or not to trade in my car. After a lot of number crunching and phone calling, I went looking for a new Forester. The selection was very small because the dealer couldn’t keep them on the lot. Then the bad news. In addition to being completely redesigned inside and out, the new model was approximately 6 inches longer, which I feared— Justifiably—would not fit in my garage.

WP_20131220_005I called the salesman after I went back online and happily discovered that the new Subaru Crosstrek was actually 2 inches shorter than my original car, .and he told me they had several choices available. More research, more number crunching, and I bought me a new car! I have to say I’m really enjoying every excuse I have to get out and drive it. It’s sits a little higher, it’s quieter, zippier, and has an electronic System that’s mind-boggling. CD, Radio, Bluetooth, phone, and backup camera.

I am ready for a road trip. But first, I need to get this formatted and posted for the patient people who may want to read it.

Thanks to one and all who have read and supported my work. Balefire Balefire_lightis enjoying a very successful run and “Flights of Fancy” will be released soon.

My wish for 2014 is an abundance of love for everyone and peace on our planet.

At Long last, it’s coming…Balefire ~ the novel

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Exactly one year ago, I started a story called “Belizean Shores” and by May, I had completed the second or third draft. Sadly, it stalled out in a frustrating beta experience. By the end of August, I had a good draft to submit.

I am pleased and excited to joyfully announce the completion of Balefire.  After losing the partially edited version, I tried again and just completed the edit changes 10 minutes ago.(2 days ago) They are back in the capable hands of my editor. I will announce a release date as soon as I know.

Please believe me, Zeke and Anne are coming back with a new story—soon. But for the time being, I am totally besotted by Silke Dyson and Kirin Foster. I hope you will be, as well.

For your reading pleasure, may I present… the first chapter of “Balefire” ~

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Chapter One

Silke flinched, and gripped the armrest as Rachel struck the steering wheel for the second time. Perspiration beaded on her forehead, and she sucked in another shallow breath. In front of them, traffic inched forward through the construction logjam at the Milwaukee airport entrance. The tension started building before they left the house. Silke prayed to reach the departure area without another fight.

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“I can’t believe she did this to me.”

Brake lights.

“Crap.” Kirin Foster frantically glanced over her right shoulder, flicked the turn signal, and swerved into the next lane.

“Dammit, Melissa. There’s nothing I can do about that now,” she yelled into her Bluetooth. “No. Hey, just call the condo management and tell them the air conditioning is broken and get someone to fix it.”

Horns blared from cars behind her.

“Listen, I’m in traffic, I can’t deal with that right now. Just handle it. Fine. I’ll call you when I get there.”

She tossed the phone on the front seat and gripped the steering wheel with both hands.

“First Esther, now Melissa. Dammit to hell!”

The last minute phone call from her editor at Travel & Tour changed her assignment. Instead of a lovely piece on the Oregon wine country, she told Kirin to repack for Belize for a week to write a piece about the newest private resort that occupied a small island.

June in the Caribbean. What could be more idyllic—or more humid?

She abruptly veered right at the huge green General Mitchell Airport sign. Horns blared. Perspiration soaked her collar as she narrowly missed half a dozen orange construction cones and the man frantically waving a flag. “Shit.”

She eased her car into the long-term parking area,  slammed the shift into park, and collapsed back in her seat.

Her phone chirped, and she snatched it.

“Hi, Hon. Esther here, just a quick reminder. I will text the hotel name, contact, and phone number as soon as I confirm the info.”

“Thanks, that’ll be fine.” Kirin closed her eyes and bit her lip.

“Look, I’m sorry about this switch . . . nothing I could do.”

“I understand. It’s just frustrating.”

“Try to enjoy yourself, and Kirin, get some rest.”

“I will. Later.”

When her pulse normalized, she double-checked the doors and windows, retrieved her carry-on, and looped the leather messenger bag over her neck and shoulder. The shuttle moved slowly toward her allowing just the briefest moment of regret.

“I shouldn’t have yelled at Melissa.” Cell phone in hand, Kirin dictated a note to herself to bring Melissa something nice from Belize.

Since the break-up months ago, they’d maintained a relatively comfortable friendship, and Kirin depended on Melissa to help whenever she traveled on assignment. She checked her watch again.

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Silke Dyson squinted at the air traffic control tower looming larger over the parking structure of the Milwaukee Airport and terminals. Without her peripheral vision, the traffic around the car was nothing more than fuzzy, noisy intrusions into her narrowed lens on the world.

Rachel Bates drove cautiously and glanced at Silke.

“I can feel your anxiety over here, you know,” Silke said.

Silke leaned forward, and felt for her phone on the floorboard as Rachel pulled her new Lexus to the curb at the airline departure entrance. Silke took a deep breath, forced a smile, and then swung her legs around while Rachel came around with her red suitcase in tow and opened the door.

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” Rachel said and grabbed her elbow.

Silke exhaled. She’d be much better as soon as she could get out of town, out of Rachel’s grip for a while. She smiled. “I’ll be fine, I do this every year. You worry too much.”

Silke hoisted her backpack and hailed the skycap.

Rachel closed the car door, and turned around. “Have a good time, babe.” She gave Silke a quick, cursory hug and hustled back in the car.

As the car moved away into the stream of traffic, Silke heaved a sigh of relief. It saddened her to think how contentious their relationship had become. She could barely remember when everything started to go wrong. She watched the blurry brake lights disappear and swallowed hard. Suitcase in tow, she nearly bumped into the skycap.

“Where are you headed, Miss?”

Silke smoothed her hair back and adjusted her glasses and cane. “Belize City.”

“Yes, ma’am. Can I get you some help to the gate?”

She nodded and within five minutes, an airline employee appeared with a wheelchair and escorted her through security and all the way to the gate. She tipped him well and thanked him as she remembered the character of Blanche Dubois in A Streetcar Named Desire who said, “I’ve always depended on the kindness of strangers.” Since her vision loss, Silke had to depend on others for assistance, which was tedious and irritating especially for someone accustomed to being self-reliant.

The gate agent told her the flight would not begin boarding for at least half an hour, so Silke found a comfortable in a chair near the window, and pulled a sandwich from her backpack. On Saturday morning, at Milwaukee’s Mitchell field, the air crackled with excitement, noise, and nervousness from all of the travelers. She could tell by the snippets of overheard conversations that most were heading out on a vacation, but there were some business travelers anxious to get home.

Silke enjoyed traveling, but it became harder as her vision deteriorated. With each new hurdle, she tried harder to anticipate difficulties and avoid frustration. Her doctor had diagnosed the tunnel vision eight months ago after a particularly nasty fight with Rachel, one that turned physical. He explained how the increased pressure and impaired circulation had damaged blood vessels behind her eyes. He initially sounded hopeful when he told her that her vision could return to normal when the swelling went down. But there were no promises.

With luck, a week on the warm beach would do wonders. Ah yes, the beach. Happily, her dear friends Diane and Mark had purchased a rundown property nine years earlier on Ambergris Caye, just off the Belize coast and adjacent to the second-longest barrier reef in the world. After years of tireless work, they turned into a five star resort. Almost every year since, Silke had visited to hang out with her childhood best friend and support their efforts, but also to recharge her creative batteries. Her art fed her soul, but teaching and the business end of running an art studio drained her. Rachel wasn’t much help since she traveled two weeks a month for business. Tension drained from her body as she refocused on the thought of offshore breezes that awaited her in a few hours.

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Kirin’s temper escalated to a dangerous pitch. She opened her laptop for the TSA examiner for the second time just as her boarding call sounded over the loud speakers. She cursed the security people under her breath as she slipped on her shoes and hurried to the departure gate. It always amazed her how the tedious procedures could rile her, especially since she flew as a regular part of her job.

“Idiots.” They seemed to get dumber every time she got on a plane. Fumbling for her boarding pass, she dropped the coffee she just bought. “Dammit to hell.”

“Your flight attendant will be more than happy to give you a cup of coffee,” the well-intentioned gate agent said as she handed back the boarding pass.

Kirin moved aboard then was forced to stand in the aisle of the overcrowded plane while a woman in first class rearranged all her belongings including a small crate containing some kind of animal. Once in coach, she tripped over some woman’s white cane and cracked her leg against an armrest. By the time she found her seat in the middle of the aircraft, she’d muttered every expletive in her literary repertoire and just wanted to scream. Her desire for that cup of coffee quickly became one for a Bloody Mary.

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Thanks for stopping by. I hope this new story will be a perfect fall reading selection to warm your hearts. I’ll be offering chances to win a free copy in the future. Stay tuned.