In The Hitchhiker…Out of luck and out of battery, Madeleine Cooper is too prideful to go back to campus to call for a ride after she misses the last bus out of town. Determined to walk the full distance back to her current home just south of Seaside, Oregon from Astoria, one thing after another goes wrong and she’s forced to try thumbing for a ride on a secluded coastal road. Little does Madeleine know that her savior is more than they appear on this dark and stormy night.
In The Ties That Bind… She’s drawn to certain places and certain things, and they never fail to lead her somewhere interesting. It’s a long drive through a clear night, and there’s something waiting at the end, in the dark, biding it’s time. It has a story to tell.
In Deathly Ever After… Three young high school girls live out the last day of their torture and murder over and over again. Lanie starts to realize that they have been caught in this nightmare, and she wonders if there’s any way she can break free and save her friends.
In Whispers…After two life-altering tragedies, Katie finds herself alone. She returns to her childhood home to make a new start. But she has some unexpected and mysterious intrusions into her life awaiting her.
My first anthology piece with three other NEW authors is up for pre-order at Amazon! The release date is October 31st on Halloween day!
“Deathly Ever After” is my short little horror tale included in the anthology. Here’s the summary:
Three young high school girls live out the last day of their torture and murder over and over again. Lanie starts to realize that they have been caught in this nightmare, and she wonders if there’s any way she can break free and save her friends.
One of the hardest things as an independent writer is updating my blog with writing “things”. I’m definitely writing, yet some periods are slower than other, but this summer is one of the busiest writing times for me. I have multiple projects going on at once.
Come Halloween, I’m going to have two short stories in anthologies with other indie authors. One of the anthologies I’m organizing with other writers I’ve known for a long time, so it’s exciting. Though organizing it and keeping a schedule is the hard part! But it’s going well. Then, there’s another anthology I joined and I’m working on a story for that.
Plus, I’m still tapping away at War Fury, and the editing for Killer Orange has been a bit quiet. Most of the editing is in my head for ideas on how to improve it.
I’m also working on a couple side short stories – romance/erotica just to get more works in my library.
So here’s the list of my current projects:
Three Times Dead – my short story for the Ghosts anthology slated for Halloween
Little Girl Lost – another short story for a Halloween anthology
War Fury – the next book to Mod Fury
Blazing Heat – short story romance one-shot
outlining of Circle of Whispers, my series about Reapers
various editing of Killer Orange, fan works, and a couple of older short stories that might turn into something.
So yeah, I’m busy! I hope to be able to share something, as well as publish, soon!
I wanted to give a shout out to those who have read and reviewed my book Unbridled. I got my seventh review at Amazon recently, and I know I’m no where near some of the other indie writers when it comes to reviews, but each and every review and rating on Amazon and Goodreads means the world to me and gives me hope for the next book.
Thank you! And thank you for giving me such positive feedback.
If you have read Unbridled or are planning on reading it, thank you as well!
How about a treat? Here is a snippet from my new series, The Avenging Sisters, with the first short story entitled Mod Fury coming out this summer.
The mood mellowed with that statement, and they met each other’s eyes with mutual understanding on why they were here. They couldn’t play and enjoy themselves all the time, even though the twenty-first century made that easier. The Furies still had important tasks to fulfill; it was in their blood, and in any given moment they could resort to their darker selves if it meant saving the innocents. It was their true purpose, hunting terrible people one by one so they could bestow their justice.
And last but not least, if you just love writing, reading and blogging in general please take a moment to visit my sister’s blog: Fear Nothing, Risk Everything. She’s a wonderful, strong and beautiful soul, a great mother and even more amazing woman, and she’s fighting breast cancer right now. She’s documenting her journey through this troubling time.
If you could pop by and just give her a comment, like or encouragement, I think she’d appreciate that!
The big packing and de-cluttering continues at my house as we prepare to get it ready for selling. I’ve gone through so many of my things, that I’ve gotten to that exhaustive point of not caring and throwing old stuff out.
When I began sifting through my old writing stuff, I admit I was nostalgic. Looking over the print outs with notes of my own as well as from some of those in writing groups – the good and the bad. I wondered if the stories were worth salvaging in their half finished forms. I wonder if I could go back to them. In my gut, I knew I can’t. I saved a few ideas, a few snippets of notes with ideas written on them, but as far as the stacks and stacks of old stories, I sent them to the recycling bin. I felt a small pang for them, but then I realized that I have to start fresh. I can’t hold onto old ideas or stories that I never felt the motivation to complete.
I even discarded the notes and critiques. What good are they for me now? Do I take them in the move and get something out of them later?
Or would I rather nurture new ideas, ideas that are fresh in my mind that I can actually do something with them?
The answer is of course obvious. After chiding myself for wasting so much paper on the print outs, I knew that if a story was going to last, I would have kept at it. I would have transferred the idea onto my Google Drive, a much more environmentally friendly repository for all my copious thoughts.
Sometimes you gotta let things go. I’m starting to learn that as I slowly de-clutter my life. I’ve grown out of those stories, and though I may have gained something out of them in their time, they are no use to me anymore. Sometimes characters and stories just have to die; especially, if your writing style and craft has grown so much more since then.
What do you think? Can you de-clutter your own past writings and move on from them? How much do you mourn them knowing other better stories and ideas will take their place?
Editing “Killer Orange” is going well, but the process is too slow for my tastes. Well, maybe I’m a harsh boss on myself, but I want it to be done and in my beta readers hands YESTERDAY. Does anyone have a TARDIS I can borrow?
“Blazing Heat” continues to grow, and I hate when the story is stuck in my brain ready to be typed and I can’t work on it. Time seems to be my enemy too.
The day job sucks up a lot of mental power, especially lately. I have two important UX projects with big clients, and then I have another project with a client that is prone to email chains of design changes. Fun.
Some days I stop and wonder, “Where did the time go? Am I getting older?”
More stories are coming! And I will be partaking in a Goodreads giveaway soon, and I’ll probably price Unbridled cheaper for a small amount of time when one of the other books come out.
To add to all that, I must be bonkers for consider squeezing in freelancing gigs too.
So my submission for a short story anthology called Athena’s Daughters II is off! I’m happy to be able to put something together for it.
Whee! Fingers crossed!
Storms are coming through the Chicagoland area, and as scary as they seem, I rather like them. It’s been a rough Monday for me so I feel relaxed at chilling in bed with my Macbook on my lap while I write and catch up with my blogs.
We got the dogs back this morning too from the kennel. We were gone for vacation this last weekend and they haven’t been home. I missed them, and they were obviously mad because they’ve been vocal terrors all night. Whiskey decided to steal a pork sandwich right off my husband’s plate. But…that’s a beagle for you!
Looking forward to the 4th of July weekend. I hope for lots of writing! I was thinking of Camp Nanowrimo, but I’m too busy with other things. I have to start drafting Killer Orange this month, plus finish my short story Blazing Heat! I also have stories to read and submit feedback for other writers.