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“Fated Bonds” will be available for purchase January 15th!
Here’s a small excerpt.
“Leave it to me to make this even more challenging,” Tala muttered as she skirted sticks and twigs scattered on the forest floor. She already passed two traps, and suspected her wolf nemesis couldn’t be far off. She skulked through brush, careful to mask her scent with that of a jaguar. She stayed off the paths and more open terrain, as that seemed to be where the wolves laid their traps. The moon began to rise over the tops of the trees and Tala debated the odds of finding Victor at this pace. Damn it! I’m running out of time. She eased across an open space, cautious not to move too swiftly, eying the ground for any signs of disturbance, searching the air for the residual charge left by magic. Her head snapped up as the jaguar senses she used caught the familiar coppery scent of blood. She edged to the right, following the scent and stumbled over a leg.
“Shit,” she whispered.
Three iron shafts protruded from Victor’s chest. A glint of moonlight shone on a piece of wire. Damn. No doubt in a hurry to get back to his wife, he set off a trap meant for her. A conducting metal, the iron disrupted the flow of energy needed for Victor to heal. Tala knelt beside him and checked his pulse. A beat fluttered against her fingertip, weak, and thready. She considered the risk of trying to rouse him. In his state, his bloodlust might overwhelm him and he could attack her. On the other hand, dragging him through the forest could not be done in stealth.
Likely death or possible death? Joy.
We’re half way through July. It is poised over summer break with a knife as August demands it deliver the final blow…..
Too literary an analogy for summer?
I’ll be blunt.
They are advertising back-to-school sales and the kids go back in three short weeks.
On one side, they’ll be at school instead of devouring my pantry. On the downside I’ll have to wake up at a disgusting hour as the “combined” school system decided to conform to county school times, which bumps everyone back half an hour. For this alone I loathe the school district merger.
In either case, summer is flying by and I’ve yet to make it to the pool even once, although I did ride 14 miles through the Shelby Farms trails with Mr. Smarty-Pants. It is no wonder he excels on the soccer team. In an age where daily exercise means walking to the fridge, when he’s not parked in front of the game system, he’s running, biking, or moving in some manner. He kept pace with me the entire way, and I’ve had to work my way up to that kind of fitness.
As fall plots the death of summer, I look forward to it with mixed emotion. Fall means time for my PhD candidacy exams. (Excuse while I go panic……………………………………………………………………………………. ………………………………………………………………..Okay. I’m back.)
Fall will also bring several writing goals to fruition:
- August– promotional event with Imagicopter– It’s a multi-author book signing celebrating regional talent. I’ll talk a bit about my upcoming books and have copies of Conjurings.
In addition my editor will reveal the cover and release date of my book, Fated Bonds, an urban fantasy romance.
- September- Kerlak/Dark Oak Press is tentatively scheduled to release “A Tall Ship, A Star, and Plunder”, a pirate themed anthology in which my story “Pirates of Happenstance” shall appear.
- October- Tentative month for the release of Fated Bonds.
So, good or bad, regime change is on the way. I feel like I should stand on a balcony and announce, “Friends, interwebs, countrymen, lend me your ear!”
Next Sunday I get to bake myself a (gluten free and dairy free)cake, or as a friend referred to it, a non-cake cake! I make the most awesome non-cake cakes, by the way. I also get to make Miss Drama one, as her birthday falls the day before mine. I may just do a two-for-one, as I don’t really need a whole cake. Hmm. Does that mean I get to pretend I’m turning 8 years old?
In addition, just in time for my birthday, the electronic edition of Conjurings *is now available, and my story “What Autumn Leaves” is one of the features! For those wishing to purchase the print edition, that will be available in two weeks.
*THE SITE IS NOW WORKING
Today’s forecast includes a headache inducing low pressure front, possible tornadoes, and the news that my short story, What Autumn Leaves, will be appearing this month in the debut issue of Conjurings. As weathermen like to keep us guessing on the accuracy of their predictions, I likewise do not yet have a specific date of publication. Barring the editor being carried off to Oz on a tornado, it should be available for purchase by the end of the month.
I finished the rough drafts of two short stories set in the Crossroads of Fate universe. Keep in mind that titles are not so different from the forecast of isolated thundershowers; maybe it’ll rain and maybe it won’t. So maybe the series title will change and maybe it won’t. In any case, one of those short stories will come out likely before the end of the year, so be sure to check the news and freebie pages every now and again.
Suggested reading gear does not require an umbrella or coat. E-readers are optional.
One quarter of the year has passed. My resolution to exercise has long since petered out, much like any hope of the government passing a sensible balanced budget.
At the beginning of the year I announced a short story was accepted. I still don’t know when it is coming out. I believe this could be my deadline-cliff. It keeps moving and is utterly nebulous.
I submitted another short story to a different publisher and received the most positive, “I-hate-that-my-budget-sucks-and-my-boss-says-I-have-to-reject-you-b/c-the-magazine-is-full” rejection letter ever. I don’t think a singing unicorn painting rainbows with dancing puppies could have made the rejection any more upbeat and positive. They even asked for more stories, “Please”.
In the American can-do spirit, I sent the story off to three different publishers in hopes of achieving the American dream of owning my own singing unicorn.
What? That’s not the American dream? Well, it should be.
Finally, in the most awesome news ever (something that government never seems to have), I received an offer for my novel, well, one of them. This one happens to be the one which started this
insanity writing career pursuit. In not so awesome news, it likely won’t come out until next year. As details become available, I will share them. There will likely be a short story put out prior to the book’s release which takes place in that world, but is stand alone. A friend of mine may also grace us with awesome renders of characters. So, stay tuned and check back often, or at least before next year.
Soup King recently shared with me an article in the NY Times. It’s eye-opening and also makes so much sense as I piece together my own medical history and that of my kids’.
Celiacs is a multi-factorial disease. Understanding what causes it is still being researched. There’s a genetic predisposition and the gluten protein which acts as a trigger, but those two factors alone are not enough to cause Celiacs. Recent evidence, which was referenced in the article, suggests that preventing autoimmunity could come down to the bacteria in our gut. Only in recent years have we begun to realize antibiotics and other pharmaceutical drugs can have a serious long term impact on our gut flora.
Leaky gut, while not an official medical diagnosis, has been pointed to by an increasing number of people as an underlying cause for autoimmunity, especially in the case of Celiacs and gluten-intolerance. So, if the research holds, this could in fact support this theory.
Another part of that research was the important role that breast-feeding played. In summary, breast-feeding seemed to demonstrate a protective effect by providing beneficial bacteria during the introduction of gluten and other foods.
Considering that according to the CDC, in 2004 (most current data I could find) less than half the infants born were still breastfeeding at six months, this in conjunction with prominent antibiotic use could explain the rising levels of Celiacs and other autoimmune disorders.
I think this is wonderfully promising information for all those out there struggling with Cecilacs, gluten intolerance, or some other auto-immune disorder.