Dark Dealings by Karen Victoria Smith

I have said many times in many ways, Merry Christmas… OH wait, wrong. Sorry, started singing 😀 For, getting new books, really is like Christmas! Not only did I win a new book from Diana Paz in her contest but I got a new one from Karen Victoria Smith.

I have had back problems for ages. It’s been way better of late, which I credit my yardwork and running too. In fact, it happens so rarely anymore that I’ve lost my pain tolerance for it. However, this past week, I must have slept wrong or something cuz it’s been giving me fits.

The only good thing about it is that I READ. I LOVE to read 🙂 And last night, I read Dark Dealings and was delighted! I’m a sucker for anything Irish or Scottish, basically Celtic in any way. I mean, true sucker. Speak to me in Gaelic and I drool on myself.

Hang on to that hanky cuz I’m going to need it when I re-read Dark Dealings. Karen’s book had intrigue and we got to go on a discovery with the main character who has tried to deny who she is since she was a teenager. A good strong character who built a good life for herself despite losing her parents at a young age. (This is not a review. I’m not a reviewer. But I did say I’d read hers and this is what I have to say about it 😀 This is a recommendation! OOOH or we can call her my featured writer for July :D) I hope to see more in this world she’s created. There’s so much more, but I’m not sure how much is spoilers, so you’ll have to discover it for yourself by getting and reading her book.

There was so much in her world, I feel it’ll take massive numbers of books for me to satisfy my curiousity 😀 Hear that Karen? You must also write more. lol It’s a paranormal romance with intrigue and a lot of Celtic “feel” lore. I loved it enough I finished it in one night. I’m a fast reader, but as my journey as a writer grows, I’m also easily bored. This book did not bore me. In fact, I want more, as I’ve said. Good job, Karen!


Inclines to Hills

What a day!! Lost my train of thought in middle of scene this morning cuz of my allergy meds. Then my 11yo gets up and he’s not feeling well, mostly allergy crap, I think, so we had easy school day. (Yes, we do school on Saturdays, and no, we don’t stop for the summer.) I hate it when I can’t remember where my brilliance was taking me. Of course, it would have been brilliant. All the lost ideas are fantastic. It’s like a rule somewhere. This story just sort of came to me the other day, so the idea is a new shiny and I’m still ironing out the issues 🙂 It’s going to be a short/novella. I think. It’s SUPPOSED to be anyway. Something to work on whilst I figure out the other things on Search for Sorren.

Roll call for this week: Worked on Search for Sorren (editing AND writing), one of the shorts, a paragraph/idea for the other, and my garden, and crocheted. And where are all those projects?

Search for Sorren: WC 57,737 and 113 pages edited.

Short#1: 6,575 words, and research done on area and some wild animals, and hunting seasons.

Short#2: 94 words, and some ideas, may end up elsewhere as start for novel #3 in the series.

Midwife’s Moon: Currently out for edits by CP, staying steady at 20,655, with CP saying first two pages do good job of setting up tension, etc so that’s good news 😀

Crocheted: Afghan #1: 35%ish (had to redo 1%ish cuz of mistake a few rows back. I probably could have fixed it, but I’m anal retentive when it comes to my arts and crafts.

Afghans 2&3 still at 1%

And, I’m forgetting something… I learned how to do a google document for the style sheet for my The War of the Weres series 🙂 I did said style sheet. More networking/marketing things done as I get reviews, interviews set up. Kinda stalled until my review copies are ready 🙂 R

an invites on my FB author link. Hadn’t done that since I set things up.

OH and I ran. And lost weight/inches. *throws confetti*

While running, I had some thoughts. First one, inclines. I have them. Lots. I always kind of thought of it as flat. Well, when I’m in a car, it is mostly flat. I did some magic awesomeness on map my run and saw my inclines. one of them is 16ft over course of about .1 mile, maybe .15ish. Idk. But anyway, 16 ft over .1 isn’t that steep, it isn’t. Not like my running partner who does a 36 ft hill (and it’s apparently not the only hill, or she does it twice or something)

Now, when I first started runnin, I ran to a specific place, then back, then the rest of the run/walk intervals along an actual flat tenth of a mile, back and forth. Well, I got up to 2.7 miles doing that. I had my bits of inclines, but more than half on pure flat. I decided I need to push it harder, get stronger, so I went a bit further up an obvious incline, then back, and again, running on the flat to finish up my time. Well one day, I wanted to really push myself. I ran/walked 2.9 miles, a different route which takes me around an orchard. And guess what? The last .9 miles is all up hill. A gradual hill. But let me tell you, when you’re a newbie to running and the last bit is all up hill… yeah.

Now, I go so that one mile of my run is up and down a couple strong inclines, as my everyday run. I’m making 2+ miles so I’m happy. But I got to thinking, as a writer, when we don’t know of the bumbs, the problems, the inclines that we face going into writing, it can seem like all flat land, or smooth sailing, to mix my metaphors.

But, as we go along, we find out, there’s some hard parts in this. You’ve maybe forgotten grammar you knew, you found out you had to learn to write a query letter, and the days of a writer being a hermit and the publishing house doing the majority of the work (except actually signing the books ;P) are long gone. You have to become a computer guru, internet saavy, instantly understanding the ins and outs, or thought not to be serious in some circles. It’s hard work. What do you do when you come across these inclines? Do you work harder so they become easier? Or do you bypass them, thinking you’re doing great, only to find out there’s an actual HILL coming up and since you didn’t work on the inclines, it’s too hard? What can you do?

Writers are a great family of friends. Yes, I said family of friends. It is what we are. Recently, a writer friend, whom I’ve never met “in person” went into a coma, from toxic shock syndrome. A large number of writers went into a period of grief, all at different levels. Why? Because we are a family. This person was a vibrant, loving, giver, who touched us all. When she went down, we all felt it.

My advice, if you have a sincere wish to be a writer, become a part of our community. Don’t do it falsely, be there. Ask questions, offer up encouragement, but don’t be fake. Then, when you see that incline, that looks like a mountain, it will only be a mole hill with the help of your writer family. A small bump in the road to becoming a published writer. Conquer those inclines so that when a real hill comes along, you’ll be ready.

Roll Call of Where I’m At

I just finished a really, really good run. For me. I did 2.2 miles in 27:45 minutes. I went a little longer route so I wouldn’t have to run back and forth the last tenth of a mile. I normally go for 30 minutes, even though this weeks run ends at 28 minutes. I’ve been getting 2.0. So glad I was able to step it up. Although, if I hadn’t gone that longer route, I’d now be thinking I didn’t count right 🙂 LOL

I missed my writing time last night. My boys went to the races with their dad and grandpa and I visited my mother in law while she was babysitting her niece. I ended up with the 3 yo back with me. I didn’t get home until 1 am. However, I HAD to get pullups, so I also got the majority of this weeks checks grocery shopping. So that’s one less non-writing thing I’ve got to find time for this week. I did get a couple rows on my afghan crocheted as well.

I’ve lost my phone. Again. Yes, I know. I can’t even begin to find it. If I didn’t have too many phone numbers on it, I would just go without a phone for a little while. I’m hoping to get a new phone when this billing cycle is over. I’ve got a credit that’ll show up on the next billing cycle. 🙂 Since my son is also helping to pay for part of the bill now, about 25% of the total cost, that’ll give me about 100 dollars toward a new phone, plus it’s time for an upgrade. So, I should be able to get the phone I want without a huge issue money wise 🙂 yay me!! LOL just in time for my book release!!

I got two buddies, tech people, who both, separately said they liked x phone. I said, that settles it then. I’m getting x phone. That way, I KNOW it’ll do what I need it to do. (Like, I now need one that’ll actually keep my appointment schedules for me. Like the due dates of all my edits, etc. the release dates of my books, when I need to have a rough draft finished, and for which publisher!!! I’m no longer going to be able to keep all this straight in my head!!) The phone I have now, I had before, and it lost its memory after 2 months of doctor and work schedule and I was only working 4 days a month at the time!!

Also, I want it to run my couch to 5k program AND tell me how far I’ve ran, etc. Take notes for me, like verbal notes, when I have an idea and can’t stop to write it down, run blue tooth,hands free, etc. So, :D:D:D:D I’m hoping it works…I’m also hoping it has a manual keyboard… one of the issues with my current phone is the screen keeps freezing up and it’s driving me crazy. Maybe if I could type my texts on the keyboard? LOL

Writing news: My writing partner, running partner, critique partner, and sister of the heart, (and yes, we fight and love just like real sisters) Anne-Mhairi has become a guest editor for a small imprint, fox spirit started recently by someone who is an editor for another publisher. You can read the founder’s details on the webpage. Anne-Mhairi is also in one of the anthologies as a writer. As an editor, she has a wonderful idea and now her own page and I’m writing in her anthology 😀 It’s a lot of fun and I’m excited to be invited and accepted by the head editor.

I’m also starting a couple shorts while I wait for my Critique Partner, *ahem* to finish the early edits of Midwife’s Moon. I always have to have more than one project to work on or my writing stalls… Also, I’ve gotten out of my writing funk 🙂 I was having trouble getting any real word counts in (like, anything over 200 words 😛 Although, I did add 1k to The Ulfric’s Mate last weekend, over course of 4 days of editing. That’s still only 250 a day LOL) but I have done a ton of editing, and have a ton more to do. That’s the problem with being a prolific writer. You then have to find a way to be a prolific editor LOL One thing I try to do, is edit the previous day’s writing, before starting the new writing. It helps with the flow and other things. And it helps find *duh* moments 😀 Anyways, I do have quite a few things I’m working on, with main focus of new writing being Search for Sorren, and editing/marketing being anything coming out w/ Breathless Press as I have one coming out in LESS THAN A MONTH *CUE PANIC BUTTON* and the anthology, Ravaged, is coming out IN AUGUST. And I’m writing at least THREE shorts in the next 7 weeks. So, write, plant, water, edit, write, plant, water, edit. OH and crochet. And harvest. I’m going to be a busy girl this summer…

I have 3 commissioned afghans, all HUGE, as in 45″+ is the SHORT side of these, ranging from 58″-62″ in lenght. Status: Afghan # 1, chevron, style #1, turquoise, fuschia, and white, 31%. Afghan #2, chevron, style #2, deep purple, orange, and white, 1%. Afghan #3, heart pattern on pattern, deep magenta, 1%.

Roll call for my works in progress: Search for Sorren: 57,464. Midwife’s Moon (sequel to Ulfric’s Mate) 20,655 (and I’d like to get this finished in next 4 weeks as well). Ghost of Kristen’s past, after recent edits (and is a completed MS) 71,275. Trainchoach of Death, which needs some major revision (I tried to make it a short, first of a series, when it needs to be a full length novel, first of a series), 10,109. Untitled for AM’s Weird Science anthology, 0. Vampire short, 0. Shifter (other) 0. Other TBD short, 0. Now that may look funny, all those zeros, but those are stories I need to get finished, like yesterday.

I had a thought.

Really. 😀 I have been posting raw/early draft stories here for a long time. For various reasons, I didn’t post the finished product. I have free reading on my website for people who want a bit more polish. And soon, I’ll have books that have been polished and sanded by multiple people, until I feel like a limp rag trying to keep up with it all. I shan’t be doing that as I’ve had it slapped into me, both cheeks and possibly some whip usage, that I’M BEING PUBLISHED. I can’t put the raw stuff out there anymore. And it hit me. I’M BEING PUBLISHED. My breath hitches and heart races just typing those words.

I know I’ve been spouting excitedly about my book coming out July 6th 😀 *squee* And I have a story in the anthology coming out in August. And now, a short coming out in November. And working on a full length novel on an approved synopsis to another publisher. Have a short in an anthology with that publisher. And YET, yet, I still feel like that woman, who, a little over three years ago, lost her job in a business she hated (insurance) only a year after radiation treatments for thyroid cancer, who decided that she was going to write. That she was going to the take time off from the work force (I still looked for work, but it was very rough in 2008) to write and perfect the craft of writing. *I’ll pause and let my fellow writers laugh and gaffaw their heads off at this notion. You NEVER perfect the craft of writing. There’s ALWAYS something new to learn.*

Three years later, I have a book put out on joint venture (needs more editing but as it’s joint venture, I have to put out the money to fix the errors and if the book no longer fits the cover already made, would have to pay more, so… yeah. suck.) and really, it was a steal for the original price. Only 600, the POD, they gave me cursory editing ideas, and provided a cover. A gorgeous cover. It’s available through Barnes and Noble, yada yada. Well, since then, I learned they are on the Writer’s Beware Hit List, as well as Predators and Editors. I’m pretty sure I haven’t been paid for all copies of the books that were sold. A lesson learned.

Er, back from the rabbit trail, I have put out an erotic, romantic thriller, and a Fantasy as self pubbed works. I have since edited them with some of my skills learned and will continue to edit as I find errors and apply new skills. I’m not changing much else, as I think they are important to my growth as a writer. I’ve had favorite authors and I’ve gone back and read early stuff. Sometimes, I didn’t like it. Sometimes, I did. But always, I could see the growth.

I’ve also now got the afore mentioned stuff happening and about to explode. So why do I feel like a novice? I even told my husband, “Strange. I actually do have writing credits. I haven’t counted them, even when there was a link to prove it. I don’t get why not. It’s not like I’m trying to hide it.”

Even the joint venture is a writng credit. But three years ago, I didn’t know how to put it. “Well, I didn’t pay the 2-3 grand for vanity publishing, but didn’t get an advance either.” I did get a few royalties 🙂 and I don’t HAVE to put out anymore money unless I want it to come out in a cheaper paperback form. I’m not going to cuz I think it would still be 14.99 or something. Maybe, I can do that later, after editing it, if I make a killing out of my later books 🙂 It would be a work of love at that point. The cover really is beautiful. I had book signings in Yakima, Washington, and San Antonio, Texas. That makes it real to me. The stores bought the books and everything. I didn’t bring my own copies.

So, with all of that experience, why do I feel like a nut job trying to prove she’s a writer? Well, first of all, I’m the mother of five. Some would say that proves their case of the crazies. Second of all, I haven’t made large amounts of money yet. Don’t get me wrong, the times I’ve had that check, anything from $12 to $170, have been important and needed. And, I think it would take a long time of substantially larger checks, for me to catch up on medical bills, fix the roof, the floors, the bathrooms, the yard…you see where I’m going?

I think that no matter how much I make, I’m going to feel like that writer trying to prove herself. Underneath all the excitement, the feeling of validation (like waving the contracts in my husbands face) that it brings me to have a publisher publishing my stories, is the woman who still feels like asking, “What’s a query letter?”

Excerpt from Search for Sorren

Hi Everyone 🙂

Hi everybody 🙂

I’m still alive and kicking. More than that, after two months of having my meds and one month of running, I feel pretty damn good. I’ve edited and re-posted Sex Rehearsal and Murder (quick erotica) and The Winds of Fire (Romantic Thriller with a military bent) on Smashwords here and here and on Amazon here and here. (there’s even a customer review up from early on 🙂 I edited The Ghost of Kristen’s Past (TWF and TGKP are omniscient POV stuff I’ve been grousing about) and sent it off. I don’t know if they take omniscient, so we’ll find out won’t we?

I’ve started editing (again!!) The Search for Sorren again. It’s the full length novel for Splintered Lands that I should have had finished a YEAR ago…thankfully they’re slow as molasses. For some reason (and really, I don’t know why. In rereading it, I really like it!!) I’m having trouble finding my rhythm and have groused about it on more than one occasion. I worked hard to get over the 55k mark. I was stuck just under 54 and seemed like every word I wrote took an hour. 😛 Well, maybe this editing mode will help me to par this up into chapters (I was so into writing this, I forgot to do chapters right! in that 55k there’s only 2 chapters!! LOLOL) So, that’s going well 🙂 I’ve already taken out a bunch of words, but I’m still up about a hundred words 🙂 So wish me luck that some other emergency doesn’t happen.

“Mistress Sherrone!” someone called her but she did not heed them. She stayed with Krong, not wanting him to die alone, if indeed he was going to die. “Sherrone!” this time the strident tones would not be ignored.


She looked around to see who was calling. It was Hielan. “What is it?” she asked resignedly.


“Ye need to move. We are going to attempt to roll the log off them, but need everyone to help move the—“ he stumbled. She saw him swallow hard, his adam’s apple jumping, high, then low, before he spoke again. “The bodies. We need to move them as quickly as possible so we can attempt to save the ones who are still alive.”


She nodded and squeezed Krong’s hand. “I have to go help,” she said, her voice strained with the tears she could not hold back . “Don’t leave this world while I’m gone,” she ordered. She stood up and turned to Hielan.


“Okay, show me where I can be of the most use,” she said, wiping her face with both of her hands, trying to regain her composure.


“Grab the ones still alive first, and move them as far as ye can away from the area. We don’t want any more accidents. After the live ones have been moved, we can put the ones who have already died there,” he pointed to a spot not too far. “It’s unlikely that the log will roll there, but if it does,” he trailed off.


If it does, the dead won’t feel it, she mentally finished for him. She did not want to say it aloud anymore than he did. “Good plan. I’ll see that the others who are unhurt help us with them.” She turned and moved to the nearest live person and began implementing the plan. She called out to the others to help, many of whom stood shocked, not moving or speaking. “We need to help those still alive get a fighting chance to live,” she ordered them. “Now come and aid us,” she ordered.


Many were shoved out of their shock by her terse words and began to do as she said. She lifted the torso of the first woman, grasped under her arms, clasping her hands together over the woman’s chest. She pushed her feet into the ground and stood up as much as she could and began to drag her over to the area Hielan had pointed out to her. The woman moaned and attempted to help, but her feet dangled uselessly and she could only look up at Sherrone.


The fear, pain, and sadness in the woman’s eyes almost broke Sherron’s composure, but she gritted her teeth and pulled. About half way to the designated area, Androna came and grabbed the woman’s legs under the knees and helped Sherrone move her.


Together they moved three people who were still alive and two who were not. By now, Sherrone’s emotions had steeled, and anger was making its way to the forefront. She kept moving, not letting her personal feelings get in the way, even when she saw that one of the dead people included the other woman who was on the council with her.


The area was finally clear. Sherrone stood to the side while the pushed the log off the men who had been caught under it. The men all screamed in pain as the weight was lifted off. She dropped down next to Krong as soon as Hielan gave the all clear sign. Never in her life had she seen so many dead and injured. Their community had grown to almost double in the last decade. But in one fell swoop, they had lost about a quarter of the adults.


She pushed that thought to the side as Krong smiled weakly at her. “I waited for you. But I’m afraid I cannot wait much longer before moving on to the next stop on the Great Path of Life.”


“Krong,” she wanted to deny his claim, but knew he was right. “I did na know ye believed as those in the temple high up the river do,” she said instead.


“Don’t tell the others on the council, but it is where the Haring people are from. We came to seek a different life but never lost our beliefs in a higher power. I must go now, down the next path in store for me,” he said, his voice barely a breath on the last word. He took in one deep breath, let it out. Then, no more.


She cried out against the fates and the council members who had approved of the experiment. She heard others crying as well as the townspeople realized the dead and dying were one of their own family members or their good friends. She did not know how they would find enough wood to do a proper burning burial without it becoming obvious that a large settlement lived there, but that would be a problem for tomorrow. For now, she stood up, her eyes boring into the gazes of the other members of the council, who looked away.


At tonight’s traditional follow up council meeting, she would have her say. And this time, they would listen. She took one last look at Krong and the others who had died and marched over to the other lead council member. The one who always opposed her and sided with a man no matter how wrong he was, Pflimer. Orion Pflimer.


“Orion! I would have words with ye,” she called out.


“Now, woman?” he asked in exasperation.


“My name is Mistress Sherrone. Or Council Woman Sherrone, if ye prefer,” she said through her teeth. “And aye, now.”


“What do ye want,” he said demandingly. “I’m a little busy ‘ere.”


“We’re all a little busy ‘ere,” she said pointedly. “Dealing with injuries and deaths that should na ha’ occurred if the council had done its job.”


He looked around and she knew he was searching to see who else was listening before responding. “If ye were na such a shrew, then maybe more of the council would heed your words.”


Sherrone stared at him aghast. “If ye were less bigoted and listened to people regardless of whether they are man or woman, I would na have to demand to be heard. Ye are vile. I’m going to see to it that your seat on the council be revoked.” She turned and walked away before she said or did more in the heat of her rage.


It was nightfall before the injured had been taken home and the bodies placed near the burial site. They would start digging the graves and chopping the wood tomorrow. Ironically, they would be using the logs they had felled for the experiment. There were not enough trees to let the wood go to waste for sentimental reasons.


Tired, dirty, and hungry, she made her way with others to the council hall. More people than usual followed them. This would not be a typical follow up on an experiment. People’s emotions were riding high, and they wanted someone to pay. She did not blame them for she felt the same way.


She sat in her rough hewn chair. It was not as fancy as the others, for she had made it herself. All of them had chairs of sorts and one long table that separated them from the rest who attended the meeting. It was thick and heavy and made from some of the oldest trees they had seen in their area. Some had even speculated that they may have been some of the very few trees to have survived the splintering.


She ran her hand over the table and winced. Even her customary comfort in the idea of something that had outlasted human folly and nature’s wrath was to be denied her tonight. Her hands were blistered and cut from the clean up. It would be worse tomorrow.

In celebration of my new found editing prowess, I want to share a piece of the first chapter. The main character has been fighting the council and refuses to give approval for the outlying areas to do an experimnet. The results of the experiment are as she feared–deadly. (Note: For the rules of this world, go to Splintered Lands and while there, check out Dangerous Journey, partly co-written by Anne-Mhairi Simpson and continued in a short story later 🙂

Editing is for May

So, I had to get a WP ID in order to make the stats function on my website work. Instead of just getting an ID I got a blog so I could follow some of the WP peeps I’ve been wanting to follow and can’t through google feed anymore. Well, I was unable to. But, I have the blog, it’s the same addy as this one, but instead of blogspot.com it’s wordpress.com and I’ll be doing duplicate blogs on both. I really dislike WordPress, but since Blogger changed, I really dislike it as well. So might as well join up, eh?

I’m very excited about all that’s happening in my writer life. I’m feeling so much better after rereading a couple of books. One thing, I’m waiting for editor friend of mine to post her head hopping versus omniscient POV post then I’m going to link the shit crap out of it.

I get frustrated when I see head hopping comments because sometimes, I KNOW it’s an omniscient POV book. That makes it hard as a writer. It’s like the passive voice thing. Yeah, we want to avoid ‘was’ but ‘was’ is not passive verb in a lot of cases. It’s context you have to look at for passive voice. Same with omniscient and head hopping. just cuz you can see more than one person’s thoughts, doesn’t mean they’re head hopping. They’re telling a full story!

Grrr. I keep running into that as I’m writing cuz of my own omniscient one I’m editing right now. I started trying to fix the back and forth when I realized I’d sent it to an editor and head hopping was not an issue, ie it is omniscient. So, at least until I finish this, I’m going to be angry about all the head hopping comments/blogs etc that I read that made it hard for me to remember the difference between that and omniscient. A lot of well off, bestseller writers, write omniscient. (Kay Hooper for example)

Also, did I mention that my “secret” project was accepted ;D It’s a short, partially inspired by my friend Branli on twitter and a drunken night w/ him and his friend Jon, via twitter! I love my twitter friends!! They really do inspire me more than many people can understand.

On the mother front, had a wonderful time watching my son at baseball practice last night, even if it was across a soccer field. He’s improved so much! That was only his fourth practice and he’s hitting it really far!! Like to the fences 😉 Now if I could get him to work on his school work as hard…

Edward had a blast walking all over with his dad while they went camping 😀 So I think both boys had a good time the last couple of days. Makes it harder to get them moving on to school though. That’s what’s happening right now. They’ve done home ec (a lesson on making tomato soup out of paste and how to whip butter) and had grilled cheese and tomato soup for lunch. But now comes the boring work…

Isaac is on a terror this AM. He’s getting into EVERYTHING so I think he and I will have to do a round of Old McDonald’s Farm and work on his animal recognition. Wish me luck as this is a new song I introduced to him during baseball practice last night.

I have felt icky when waking up these last few mornings, but I still ran on Monday with the boys (they did 1.1, I did 2.0) and today. I’m so glad I went today. I did a personal best of 2.5 miles!! I’m so excited. When I started the couch to 5k (approx 3 miles) I didn’t even think I could run a mile, but I did 1.2 miles the first day! Now, I’m consistently 2 or over, so I don’t think that going for 5 miles by end of summer is out of the question. I’ve lost weight, although I have no idea how much, and inches. I know it’s inches cuz I can’t wear some clothes without them falling off. It was rather distracting this morning, trying to hold my britches up. 😛 Yesterday, I had a very productive day on the writing front, editing the short story that’s out on Smashwords, then getting it out on kindle with the grammar issues fixed. I also edited 70 pages on another story I’m getting ready for submission. I’m trying to get all these loose ends done so I can concentrate on my novel for Splintered Lands. May do the NaNoWriMo camp in June. That’ll help me focus on words again.

Anyways, with all I’ve learned editing The Ulfric’s Mate, and Barely There, I’ve been on a major editing kick. Works great if you have things to edit like I do, but makes it hard for word count as my internal editor is a lot harder to turn off. I have lots to edit, so I’m kind of making May my edit month here. I’ll rerelease Cerisa’s Quest (Fantasy) and The Winds of Fire (militaristic romance thriller) by end of June, I think. Hoping to have Cerisa’s Quest in next two weeks. It needs the least amount of work. I’m going to go through The Winds of Fire. I’d intended on it being omniscient limited and someone said I was head hopping, so I changed things. Now have to do a little more research into the limited aspect and reread a really good blog, then edit it how I’d intended it to be. Have to find that blog first 😛 LOL So off to work I go! Hi ho, hi ho…