Moving soon, I hope—SO tired

I have my own domain now.  After it’s up, I’ll double post everything for a month or two, but then this site will retire, probably.

I’m so tired from staring at a computer screen all day for work and then all night for homework (read all my classwork tonight for one week and part of last week’s too…Yes, I was late).  My eyes and head …and well my whole body hurts from Fibromyalgia.  The weather front moving in has me barely able to move, so instead of writing tonight I’m going to post my journal entry for last night:

Can't we all just get along??

Class today—well it sucked.  Apparently even gadgets on a desk piss off the professor, whether using them or not.  LOVE being treated like I’m 2. NOT!!  Ah well…the next class has a great professor, but I feel clueless on some things while my much younger classmates seem to already know everything. MAN I feel OLD!!  Remind me again WHY I’m in school…anybody?

I’m beginning to see it as little more than a roadblock to my writing.  Unfortunately, there are financial reasons why I really need to stay in, so stay in I will.

Besides…what if I can’t make it?  What if I never make a career in writing?  I read an article the other day that showed how a certain company is making it all but impossible for new authors to gain success.  Sure they can publish, but without a name, who’s going to buy your work?

Basically, either you already have it or you never will.  It doesn’t bode well for my reams for the future.  I really hope that article is wrong.  OR–I hope I’m the exception (long with some close friends).  I’d really LOVE more time to write and develop a fan base–even meet fans.  Besides, my day job is slowly killing me.  I really need to get out if IT!  I know…how did I go from IT to writing? That, my friends, was a very LONG journey.

Maybe someday I’ll share a bit of it.  But not today—

What are you looking for?  What are your dreams? I would love to hear them!




PS if anyone knows who the picture creds belong to, please let me know. I saved it years ago. Thanks bunches!

New Picture – Writing Prompt

The new picture above actually came with this theme, and I think it’s very lovely, so I decided to make a writing prompt out of it. My story is below, what is yours?

A young couple took a walk just in the morning dawn. The morning mist still hung in a thick curtain over the water, but they decided to walk by the lake anyhow. As they neared the bridge, the light shone through the fog as it lifted. The man grabbed his camera and took a picture. He showed the picture to his beloved and said.

“I took this picture so that we could remember the mist that sometimes clouds our lives. Since meeting you, the mist has vanished from my life and I can see a clear future for the first time. You’ve made my life complete and I want to spend forever with you.”

Then he bent on one knee and placed a ring on her finger. “Please help me keep the fog of daily living from clouding my life again. Your smile means the world to me and I want to see it for the rest of my life. Marry me.”



Please share your story too, if the picture inspires you, and please share this post, so we can get a lot of stories going here!  I’m excited by the traffic I’ve received lately, let’s see if we can’t get some interaction going.  Thanks to everyone!!

Midnight Ramblings – What do Indie Writers Need?

I woke up early for the route and I’m just awake.  I’m actually feeling much better!  Anyhow, I have so much to do and I can’t decide which project to work on, so here I am.

I actually started to read my current novel, but the first thing I read was a flashback, then the chapter ended with “What was happening to me?” and the new chapter bounced back to current day with no transition.  This stuff never bothered me before.  I’d just happily read and enjoy a story.  I’m not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing.  I suppose my skill level must be increasing or I wouldn’t notice, but dangit, I want so badly to enjoy this story because it’s a really cute idea. *Sigh*  I wonder how this author has so many books out with all the inconsistencies I’ve read so far in this series. I’m in the middle of book 2 of 4.  Maybe she got better with subsequent books.  Maybe she finally got an editor.

This brings me back to my new project. I’d really like to offer some services for indie writers.  Granted I’m no content editor, but I can definitely do some editing on things like lack of transitions and inconsistencies. I’ve studied enough over the past year to probably complete my MFA twice over.  At the very least, I could be proofreader/beta reader and offer a few other services. I have a domain and hosting for the website already and I’m kicking around some ideas.  I’ve even got a few sites open on how to start a non-profit organization. I’d love some feedback as to what Indie writers need.

I wish my fairy godmother would just whisper in my ear what it is she’s guiding me to do with this.  I know the gods are leading me in this direction, I just can’t seem to get a clear picture on the answer.  So I kick and scream and tell them “Hey, I’m stupid here, you have to spell it out for me!”  I’m still waiting for that, but it’s getting closer.

If I had the right connections, I’d just jump right in and become an agent because I’m passionate about helping new authors make their way, but I don’t have those connections and I wouldn’t want to lead anyone down the wrong path.  I think if my idea pans out as I hope it does, agents will be knocking at my door, hoping for crumbs.  I wish I could truly pinpoint exactly what I need…

Help Universe!  I still need direction.



PS I know this is probably scattered, but what else would midnight ramblings be?  No editing desired LOL

Lazy Week – Getting Back on Track

Everything has been so busy with finals and working two jobs and then the holidays, I’m just beat!  I’m being totally lazy this week, and I’m finally starting to recharge.  I spent most of the last three days in bed, resting.  I think I’m getting back on track today. Definitely heading that way, at least.

The new Writing Excuses is out, so I listened to that while I was working.  Today was about how to nail your ending.  A friend had recently had the very problem they mentioned in the podcast.  Basically, it’s  when you get to the end and everyone is scattered about and you’re not sure how to make them succeed.  They gave great pointers in how to avoid this situation and how to get past it.

Mary’s suggestion sticks out to me the most.  She said if you’re stuck and the only way to get to the end is with a Deus Ex Machina, go ahead and write that. Then go back and fix it when you edit.  Put that gun in the room, or the knife in the car, or whatever it would take to get you what you need for the ending to work without that lovely little trick at the end.

The writing prompt today was kinda funny too. Maybe I’ll do that one day…


Reference: Writing Excuses 6.30: Help! I Can’t End My Book!

NaNoWriMo Project – Chapter Four – first draft



I could see that parts of the house were still standing.  Reena’s quarters were untouched because they stood separately from the main house.  The more formal living areas were still mostly standing, except for a few cracks and burn marks on the walls.  Finally my foot touched the drive and I ran all the way up to Reena’s door and began pounding!  “Reena! Reena are you here?”

No answer.

I went around back to the swimming pond, since it was early evening, she might be relaxing in the waters.  “Reena are you out there?” I yelled as i rounded the bend.  Already I could see the silvery light of the moon reflecting on the still water.

My heart sank.

“Reena?” I called out loudly, hoping she would hear.

Pandora, is that really you?” came the voice from behind me.

“REENA!  You’re here! She was right, you really are alive!  Gods I thought you were dead!”  I ran to her and embraced her tightly.  Oh how wonderful to see my Reena again.  My friend. My sister.  My only family.

“Pandora, where have you been? Who was right? Who told you I was alive?”

I told her all about what had transpired since I had opened the box.  I told her everything about the massacre in the market, about running in the woods, about feeding on animals, about killing those ladies in the clearing and discovering that I could make others like myself. Then I remembered.

“Oh yes.  James, Truth come over here.  This is Reena who I’ve been telling you so much about.”

“Aw Truth? What a cute kitty!” Truth rubbed against Reena’s ankles.

“No she’s not, but she’s feisty!”

Reena picked up Truth and cuddled with her,“you’re right, she’s not cute.  But she is friendly. And who is James?”

“He was in the marketplace and I found him yesterday in the city, feeding on someone in an alleyway.”

“P-Pleasure to meet you, Reena.  P-Pandora has told me wonderful things about you.  I’ve been very excited to meet such a wonderful teacher.  I’ve only ever heard of t-teachers like you in the p-palaces.  How did you come to work here?”

Reena smiled. “That is a story for another time.  I’m so glad to meet you.

“Pandora, when I woke and you were gone, I thought you had disintegrated in the explosion.  The box was gone and so were you and Lord Epimetheus, Oh Pandora it was so awful to see him like that.

“I think I was out for a couple of days because the smoke was almost gone and the house smelled of rotted meat.  I went to town to see if maybe anyone had seen you there. I still hoped.  I looked for days, but nobody had seen you and I just knew you were gone.  I ate normally, and it tasted far more amazing than food had ever tasted, but the hunger just wouldn’t ever go away.  Then it happened to me too.  The smell took over and I killed a man.  It was only one, nothing like what happened to you, but it scared me.

“I was outside the city when it happened and I was just about to head home because the fragrance was overwhelming me and I wasn’t sure what I’d do.  It was such a strange sensation.  Then a man rounded the corner.  I looked him in the eyes and asked him about you and suddenly his face went blank.  He just stared at me.  His heart was beating quickly and the smell got stronger and I just couldn’t resist anymore.  I took him.  I took every last drop.

“When I came to myself, I dropped the man and looked around to see that nobody had seen what I’d done.  Nobody was around yet.I tasted blood in my mouth, so I felt around with my tongue to see if I had any wounds.  That’s when I found the fangs.  I played my tongue around them for a moment, wondering where they had come from. It was strange to find something there that I hadn’t known was there, but it was interesting too. I was fascinated by them.

“Anyhow, I looked back down at the man before me. He was pale and his eyes were still open.  He looked just like those people from the market had been described.  His dark skin had turned nearly white.  It was then that I realized it must have been you in the market, and how terrible for you, nearly a babe yourself, to have inadvertently killed so many.

“I didn’t blame you for running away and I hoped you’d return to me, but I didn’t think you would.  You were so sensitive and loving from the day you came to us.  I knew you hadn’t taken it well.

“Anyhow, I wanted to hide what I’d done, so I took the man into the woods and hid him there. I went back into town to see again that nobody had noticed the man missing or that I had taken him into the woods.  I thought to tell them that he’d been drunk and needed help getting home, but nobody was around when I returned.

“I began the journey back home only to run into Apollo just on the outskirts of the city.  What an annoying man, and to think he was named after the Sun God!  Someone needs to teach him who his namesake is!”

“Y-you mean, you know the Wizard, Apollo?  Is h-he really annoying?”

“Yes, that’s who she means.  So what happened with Apollo?”

“Oh you know how he is.  He told me how inevitable it was that we’d be together and asked if I wanted to return to his bed with him.

“I told him I had no interest in joining the masses who’d graced his bed. Of course he pretended the comment hurt. I told him I really must be going and I headed back this way.”

“Reena, if we can turn others, maybe we should check to be sure the man you killed is really dead. Do you think you could find where you put him again?”

“Sure.  I remember exactly where he is. We’ll go check tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow night.  James here has a tough time in daylight.”

“He does? How so?”

“We’re not sure why, but it makes him very weak and he can only tolerate it for very short times.”

“Fascinating.  Okay tomorrow night we’ll go check on the man. Tonight, we rest, get to know James, and try to decide how to find those ladies from the clearing in the woods.”


We settled in to Reena’s quarters for the night.  Truth curled up in my lap and rested her head on Reena’s knee.  Reena had set a fire in the fireplace and we all talked for a while.

James was actually only 12.  He had been at the marketplace with his mother, shopping for dinner.  His mother was dead, and his father had been off on a journey.  He didn’t know when his father would return and he worried what his father would do when he found his wife and were dead.  They didn’t have any other family and his father had been a very devoted husband and father.

It made my heart-sick to think of what I had done to him and his family.  I supposed now there was nothing I could do about it, but I still hated that I had caused all this pain.  Yes, the gods created me to be cunning and beautiful, deceitful and persuasive, but they also gave me a heart.  I didn’t like all the gifts I was given, Reena had taught me that lying wasn’t always a good thing, and I believed her.

This left me with a dilemma, of course.  How could I help James?  How could I help his father, and all those others whose lives I had affected?  I was thinking on these things when I realized James was talking to me.


“Wha?  Oh sorry, I was thinking about the past few weeks.  What were you saying?”

“I was asking if I could stay with you two.  I don’t think I can go back to my father.  I’d love to, but he’s going to think I’m dead and I can’t explain to him how I can’t go out in daylight anymore or even how I survived.

“Reena, what do you think?”

“I had been thinking there was no other choice.  He’s right, he really can’t go back to his father.  It would be too difficult to explain.  He must remain with us.”

“James, welcome to the family!”  Reena and I both leaned forward to embrace him.  It really was the only choice.  I’m glad Reena agreed.

We’d talked well into the night and still hadn’t discussed how to find those ladies from the clearing.  I had to think of a way to find them.  “Reena, do you feel anything different now that we are around?”

“Different how?”

“Like a humming or vibrating in your chest, maybe?”

“No, I can’t say that I do.”

“Honestly, I don’t feel it from you either, only from James.  Maybe it’s because he carries my blood.  I felt it in the clearing too, when I found those ladies.  It was much stronger there, and a bit different.  I’m not sure how to explain it.  Really I wasn’t paying much attention. I was too horrified to think much about anything other than getting out of there.”

“It makes sense though.  There are a lot of new abilities you have now that you’ve changed, maybe this is another one you haven’t quite discovered yet.  You can feel the vampires you have created.”

“True.  I guess I should go back to the clearing and start from there.  See if I can sense anything.  Check neighboring villages and such.”

“Let’s head there after we check on the man I left out in the woods.  I believe I need to feed again too while we are in the city.”

“D-Dawn is coming.  I think can f-feel it.”

“Hmm, fascinating.  It appears that his sun sensitivity is due to his change, but if that’s the case, why aren’t we affected?”

“There are so many things we don’t know yet.  I guess we will find out eventually.  Let’s find a place for James to rest.”


Reena and I didn’t really need to sleep, but we did rest for a couple of hours.  We woke up about three hours after James had fallen asleep and started to clean up the main house a bit more.  Reena had already done a lot of work and, apparently, she had finished burning my Epi.  I was sorry I hadn’t done something more for him, but I couldn’t look back now.  We had too many things to do and too many things to learn.

We were just getting into the bedroom area where the explosion had started when a man, Epimetheus’s keeper of books, arrived.  He yelled for Epi, but I answered instead.  “I’m sorry, sir, but Epimetheus is dead. He didn’t survive the explosion.”

“You–you killed a Titan?  I didn’t think it was possible, though I’d had my suspicions after I saw the house a few days ago.  Nobody had answered then and nobody has heard from Epimetheus since.  I really hoped I’d find him today.  Now I shall have to report to Prometheus that you have killed his brother.  He will not be happy about this.”

“Killed—I killed Epimetheus? I suppose I did, but he was trying to save me.  I didn’t know it would kill him.  I really had no intention of hurting anyone, I just wanted to see what was in that cursed box that Hermes? gifted me with.  He ran to save me, but the box exploded and took him with it.”

“You mean to tell me that the box exploded in your hands and killed Epimetheus and yet, here you stand, completely unscathed?”

“Dear sir, that is exactly what happened, I saw it with my own eyes.  Epimetheus threw himself on the box just as Pandora opened it.”

“So, let me get this straight, madam.  The ‘box’ to which you are referring, exploded right next to you, Pandora, and close enough that you, Reena, witnessed it, yet the Titan god is dead and the human and the god-child stand here today?”

“I suppose it does sound unbelievable when you say it like that, but yes sir, that is what has happened here,” said Reena.

“I have to go, I must report this to Prometheus at once!  He will not be happy to hear that you have killed his brother,” the man said as he ambled off.  I heard him mumbling as he left, “killed a Titan by accident.  No way Prometheus will ever believe that.  I wouldn’t want to be in their shoes when he finds out about all this.”

“Pandora, he’s right.  What will Prometheus do with us once he knows we killed his brother.  We can’t fight a Titan!”

“Reena, we can’t panic.  We have other things we need to worry about right now.  Prometheus will just have to believe me. There is no other option.”

“You’re right. Prometheus knows that gifts from the gods can be unpredictable, and he had warned Epimetheus about accepting gifts from Zeus.  I just hope he doesn’t think you are the gift that Zeus sent to kill him.”

“Let’s just find the others and see what we can do about and for them and we’ll talk to Prometheus afterwards.”

“Of course.”


As soon as the sun set, we, the unlikely trio of vampires left, with a scraggly cat trailing just behind us.  This time, due to the time constraints of daylight hours for James, we kept a faster pace.  Often I would carry Truth so we could run at full speed.  It only took two and a half hours to make it to the city.  Reena then led the way from there. Then man was where she had left him, thankfully, although a bit worse for the wear.  Apparently he’d been dinner for a few creatures over the past few days.  Still, we were relieved to find him still there and not turned into one of us.  Next we had to find the ladies that I definitely did turn.

Reena carried Truth this time, and we made it to the clearing in only a couple of hours with me leading the way.  James couldn’t hold the pace much longer, so he was glad we arrived when we did.  The clearing was empty now.  I kicked a stone and swore.  “Now what?”

Athena appeared just then. James and Reena jumped and fell prostrate  before her. I bowed as well, but this time I wasn’t as shocked as the first time.

“You can feel all the ones you have turned, you simply must quiet your mind and seek them out.  It may take you a while to discover them all and distinguish them, until you have found them and until you know how many there are, but you can do this. But that is not why I’m here.

“I’m here because you have more than one enemy now.  And more will come.  You must be prepared to battle.  Find what allies you can.  Prepare quickly.  Time is short.” She vanished as quickly as she had come.

“Oh dear, Pandora do you know who that was?”

“Of course I know, I’ve seen her before.  More than once.”

“You have? Oh yes, I suppose when you were created, but when else?”

“I didn’t tell you?  She was the one who had told me you were alive. Well, she didn’t tell me directly, but she told me there were two mothers. That could only have been you, I thought.  It helped me come back to my senses and to come and find you.  I’m not sure what I would have done had she not shown up when she did.”


“James, are you okay?”


I patted James on the head and Truth meowed loudly, rubbing on his ankles.  Apparently she was not pleased she had been dropped and no longer wanted Reena to carry her. “Yes James, that was Athena.  She seems to have taken a liking to me, and Zeus has allowed her to help me out since Epimetheus didn’t survive the explosion. Apparently that had been his goal all along…to kill my Titan.”

“Oh Pandora. Pandora, I didn’t realize.  I’m so sorry.  How awful for you,” Reena said.

I waved her off.  Now wasn’t the time to dwell on things we couldn’t change.  “I need a moment here. I’m going to try to quiet my mind like she said. Maybe I can hone in on the others.”

Reena and James gave me some space, stepping out of the circle there.  Yes, the pillars were set in a circle.  I stood in the middle and tried to quiet my mind.  Tried to connect with that humming within me and maybe sense the others.

After a few moments I felt three separate, distinguishable hums, other than James.  There were more, but those were the only ones I could differentiate as yet.  I focused on those.  They seemed too all be to the north, two were not far from where we now stood. I decided to head in that direction to see what I could find.  Maybe, just maybe, the ones I found would know where to find and how to direct me to the rest.  I had to try.

“I feel some to the north of here. Let’s head that way and see what we can find.”  The troops rallied and followed me at a normal, er more human? pace. Truth pranced happily beside me.

Give thanks and win!

I am thankful for The Tapestry by Henry Neff because it gave me a way to spend more time with my son.  He was reading the book, and mind you he almost never reads, and he told me how much he was enjoying it, so I started reading with him.  Soon we were hooked and we sit here on pins and needles this November waiting for book four to come out next month.

The reason for this post is twofold.  One, I really do love that book series.  Two, if you click on the link to the picture above, you can create a post like this one and win the contest!  19 signed YA novels just for reading and posting blog posts about being thankful for books.  Not too shabby if you ask me!

NaNoWriMo Project – Chapter One – first draft



I wandered aimlessly after I realized what  had done.  I tried to stick to the fields and wooded areas, feeding on the occasional goat or deer.  I had to try to prevent what had happened at the market in the city from ever happening again.  I didn’t know what to do or why I’d ever thirst for such a thing.

Weeks passed, maybe longer.  I contemplated thoughts of suicide, but even the deepest cuts from the thorns in the woods healed in just seconds.  Could I even die?  Was I doomed to this horrific existence forever?  That thirst was ever-present, only moderately sated by the animals I fed on. It haunted me. It taunted me.  How could I go on like this?

I was pondering these things while walking a path in the woods.  I was just beginning to see a clearing up ahead when suddenly there as that smell. And the thirst took over.


Hours later, I sat on the rocky cliff at the edge of the woods, mourning the people I had killed over the past few months, but mostly mourning my first two victims:  my beloved Epi and Reena.

“Gods help me!” I cried, “I can’t seem to control myself!  What do I do? I’m so alone!”

Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder.

“No, my dear, you are not alone,” said the beautiful glowing figure who could only be a goddess.  The goddess who had given me the gift of weaving stood before me, beautiful as ever.  Her shining dark hair flowed down her back and her eyes sparkled with the wisdom that was her domain.

“Why are you here?” I asked, for I was certain that the gods had forsaken me after I’d released such a foul curse into the world.

Athena smiled.  ”My father set you up to fall because of his animosity towards your beloved Epi.  Now that he is dead, Zeus has allowed me to help guide you and to ease your suffering.”

“My dear, you are not alone, for I am with you, and for now my gift is control.  If you feed regularly and in small doses, nobody has to die and you will no longer suffer such insatiable thirst.  You have the ability to mesmerize the humans if they gaze into your eyes.  Do this to feed small amounts regularly and you will quickly gain control over your thirst.  And soon you’ll need to feed much less often.

“Beware, however, for you are not the only vampire now, although you are one of the two mothers of all vampires, and therefore one of the two strongest.”

“Two?” I heard myself say.  ”Who is the other mother?” I asked.

Athena faded away, but I swear I heard her whisper Reena’s name as she vanished.


I immediately fell prostrate on the ground, tears pouring down my face and shouting, “Thank you gods!”  Suddenly, not only was I not alone, but I had hope!  Maybe my future wouldn’t be so bleak after all.  The gods had NOT forsaken me!  This truly was a miracle.

And Reena!  Oh Reena!  Had she really survived?  Could she truly be alive and like me, another mother of all….what had Athena called us? Vampires, I think.  Yes, a mother of all vampires, like me.  Oh I must find her!  But first I should prepare funeral pyres for those who I those victims from the clearing in the woods.  I’d not been able to return to the market for fear I’d kill others, but that clearing should have been clear by then.

As I rose to head towards the clearing, dusk was settling and I noticed through my new eyes, which were now full of hope, something that I had failed to notice in the weeks before when I was hopeless and lost.  I noticed that even with the sky darkening, I could see more clearly. Everything had a crispness to it; a clarity and intensity that was almost overwhelming.  How I had missed it before then I couldn’t tell you.  I’m sure it was much like the sensation you must get after going many years with flawed vision, then suddenly having corrective surgery, only even the colors were brighter, deeper, richer.  I had noticed earlier that I could hear the animals in the trees around me.  I’d used that, along with my incredible speed to survive these past weeks in the wilderness.  I supposed these two things were just part of what I had become, and I was sure I’d discover more.

I was still pondering what other changes I had missed when I came close to the clearing and felt a strange sensation.  I slowed.  I heard movements and people talking, some of them weeping.  I carefully remained out of sight and used my enhanced senses to determine if there was danger, or if someone had actually survived my attack.

As I watched, I discovered some HAD survived.  And the ladies (yes, all women; why were there no men there?) who were still alive were digging. Sticks? Rocks? Whatever they could find, they were using to bury the bodies between the stones of what appeared to be some sort of ritual area.  At the time I had never seen such, but it was much like a smaller version of your Stonehenge.

Burying bodies was unheard of in that time.  Bodies were instead burned on a pyre and sent off to the next life with hope.  I must say I was fascinated!  I watched until the earth had been scattered over the last body and I watched them pray in a circle, asking the gods to release their spirits. They prayed that the bodies would consecrate the land that had been fouled by their blood.  As they finished praying, the leader spoke in a language I was unfamiliar with and I watched as the earth smoothed back into place as though the ground had never been disturbed.

I was stunned and even a bit frightened.  I started to leave but as the ladies left the consecrated ground for what appeared to be a casual meeting area, a small family of deer came into the clearing from the direction in which the ladies were heading.  Suddenly all six ladies were on the deer, feeding as I must have fed on those they had just buried.  I realized with a start that I must have fed on them too and they had become like me!  I backed a way, shaking my head in horror, and then I ran from what I had just seen.

I ran hard and with no destination in mind.  I just had to get away from that awful scene.  Athena had told me there were others like me but now I realized….I HAD CREATED THEM!  How many others were there?  Had some of them been burned on a funeral pyre, thought to be dead?  Were they all out of control and blindly killing others as I had?  Sure these ladies had only killed a few deer, but what if there had been humans around? Were there other massacres like my market incident?  Six ladies out of about 30…the percentage was astounding.  And each one would probably create more like us without even knowing, as I myself had done!  Dear gods how could you allow this? Why would you allow me and others like me to survive? I was so lost to the horror that I stumbled and fell.  It had been weeks since I’d slept, or even wanted to sleep, so I allowed oblivion to take me.


For those who don’t know, November is National  Writing Month, aka NaNoWriMo.  Today marks the halfway point wherein we are supposed to have 25000 words written.  Well my month got seriously sidetracked due to having to take another job on Day 2.  I am still trying, but I have literally no free time now and very little time for sleep.  For example:  M, W and F consist of 2 am -6 am work, 6-8 nap, 9-11 class, noon-8 (ish) work, 9-1 nap. T and Th are the same but without the classes….that’s usually when I do homework instead.  Weekends, thankfully, are just the paper route and required sleeping.

Even so, I have 8100 words written, and given my dilemma, I am VERY proud of that number!  I’ve never written more than a small short story before, so this is all very new to me.  I’m posting the prologue to my story in the next post, and then Chapter one in the post after that.  Mind you, this is pre-edit, so there may be typos and there may be some inconsistencies.  I expect the book will go through several edits before it ever (if it ever) gets to publish-level quality.  Then again, it is a first effort and may be just trash LOL.  Either way, how else will I get started??

Bear with me and maybe even cheer me along as I discover how hard it really is to become  a writer!