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(writing) The current Honey-Dew list for 2012

For the rest of the year, here’s what I need/want to write:


– Forgotten (Ghost Tales #1)


– Contemporary Romance (under pen name)

– Tales of the Scorned Lady, Season 1

Short Stories:

– A Princess, A Lizard and a Boatman

– The Lonely Child

Other Projects:

– Advent Story #2

– Podcast Tales, Season #1

– Record Horseman


I’m sure this will change, but this is what I have right now.

(personal/to-do/writing) Sunday is a recharge day.

Yesterday, I will admit, I did very little.  I fed my parents’ cats.  I wrote about 690 words on Forgotten.  I signed up for Camp NaNoWriMo.  And I watched the Red Sox lose again. *sigh*  But today, I have more I want to do.

Before we get into that, though, I wanted to let you know two things. I have a guest post up over at Mitchell Plested’s blog about the books that inspired me (Irreverent Muse). And Spells and Swashbucklers is out in both Kindle and paperback formats! *It will be coming to other e-formats soon. So go and get a copy!

I need to get ready for the week, and everything I have to do.  Balticon is a little over 3 weeks away and I’m SO not ready.  But we aren’t prepping for Balticon today.

So this post, really, is just a to-do list for myself.

– Daily Pages

– Make bbq sauce

– Dinner tonight: bbq chicken, sweet potato fries, biscuits

– Marinate pork chops for Tuesday

– Finish listening to digital recorder

– Return digital recorder to Dianne (pushed to tomorrow)

– Buy bucket for cat food

– Fold laundry and put it away

– Clean out dish drainer

– Clean out sink

– Food plan for tomorrow

– Make lunch/dinner for tomorrow

– Send beta letter

– 500 words on Forgotten Summary

– Email

Damn, I’d better get moving!

(tgif) The day after…

No writing yesterday on Forgotten yesterday, but I wrote all the emails I needed to (now I just need to actually send them) and wrote the back cover copy for Spells, which I also need to email.  By the time I got home yesterday, my hands hurt so badly that I took some muscle relaxants and watched the Red Sox win their 4th game in a row (yay!) before going to bed.

Today, my hands still hurt, but I’m going to see what I can write.  I’m listening to a podcast now, and then I’ll do my Daily Pages (I need music to write to that) and then work on the plot summary.  Later today, I’ll type up the poetry and stuff for writer’s group tomorrow.

Such is the life of a working writer.  Glamorous, no?

(personal/writing) Suck it up, buttercup (or the need to stop looking for excuses)

I haven’t posted much lately.  I haven’t really been writing, either – I’ve been stupidly busy, but that’s not an excuse.  I was listening to Nathan Lowell’s excellent #tommw podcast ( and he talked recently about not making excuses for why he wasn’t writing – the fact that he had to stop doing that and just write already.  Which really hit home for me, because in fact, that’s exactly what I’ve been doing as well: making excuses for why I wasn’t writing rather than just sucking it up and writing.

I hurt today.  I have a treatment Tuesday, and today when my alarm went off, the first thing that I realized was how much I hurt.  My hands are so painful that I had to have my friend who sits next to me at work open the aspirin bottle.   I thought seriously of staying home and sleeping the day away, because sleeping was the only time I didn’t hurt.  But I didn’t.  I didn’t go to the gym as planned, but I got up after another hour, and went to work.  I registered my car.  I even got the trash out of the bathroom before I left (although dinner didn’t happen – just the thought of chopping anything made me want to cry), and I am currently at work.  On the way in, I listened to Nathan and realized how many excuses I had made in the past week not to do things.

Life happens.  Shit happens.  We’re all busy – and there are times when we all hurt.  I have a chronic illness, but so do millions of other people who manage to get shit done.  It’s time to, as my buddy Bob is fond of saying, “Suck it up, buttercup.”

Balticon is in a little over 4 weeks.  I have two events that I need to prep for there: the Spells and Swashbucklers launch party (pirates! rum! swag!) and the Needleworker’s Tea.  I need to find out if Dragonmoon Press has a table.  I also have to practice my lines for the podcast I’m in, and finish my garb for the event.  I have to find a site for Harper’s Retreat in September.  I have to find a house for my hubby and I to move into (luckily, the timeline on that is flexible).

I also have books to write.  I’ve got some deadlines for myself: Tales of the Scorned Lady WILL be finished by August, and the plot outline for Forgotten will be done before Balticon.  I also realized where the murder mystery needs to start, and I want that outline done for NaNo, so I can write it then.  I have a beta read to do this weekend, and I’m going to have it done.  And in the next few months, I’ll be redesigning the website (yeah, I’m still not happy with it).

Life is busy.  Life is painful.  Life happens.  I won’t let that be an excuse for me not to be writing any more.

(writing/personal) Turning over a new leaf

I’m trying to make myself a little more accountable lately.  Hopefully, this time, the change will stick.

Miles walked today: .87 (I walked 1.07 miles yesterday, so I’m not sure where I am.  I’ll figure it out for tomorrow’s blog.)

Morning Pages: Day 63 – I’ve done two full months, and I think it’s finally become a habit.

Words written: 300 words on the Forgotten plot summary, and one and a third handwritten pages on the Time Travelers story.

(updates/personal) Yep, still here. Not dead. At least, not yet.

I hate Daylight Savings time.  Just sayin’.


Also, I can’t update my website from work.  Nor can I look at Pinterest anymore (dammit!) and I can’t read my G+ stream.  I can post from my Google Reader to my G+ stream (don’t ask, our firewall is WEIRD) and I do have my phone, so I might hop on Twitter or Facebook from work on break, but it’s not a lways on.  So please, don’t think I’m ignoring you.  I’m not – I’m just busy.


However, I’m finally starting to settle into a routine.  I’m getting ready for Balticon (yay!) – I’ll be helping run the Needleworker’s Tea there again, and we’ll be launching Spells and Swashbucklers – with pirates!  And rum!  I’m also doing a LOT of crocheting – lots of babies coming this spring!  It was a fertile late summer/early fall, apparently.


Finally, I’m writing.  I’ve done my daily pages for 44 days straight so far, and I’m working on several projects.  Forgotten, mostly, but some other things as well that I’m pretty stoked about.  More later, as I can.

(metrics) Apparently Val does not know how to add…

Starting Word Count: 6966
Ending Word Count: 7568
New Words: 602

Starting Lines:
“That happened in the crash?” I wondered how fast she’d been going when she hit the tree.

Ending Lines:
It hadn’t been; Marguerite herself came out to apologize for the lack. “It usually comes around 9 am, but for some reason, it’s late today,” she said, putting the glass of juice in front of me. “I’ve put a call in to Neil, asking him to bring in a few copies when he comes in. He should be here soon.” She smiled down at us. “Now, what would you like for breakfast?”

The oak table, scarred by generations of diners, dominated the room. It was lit by a stunning silver chandelier, and our chairs faced the large bay windows that looked out over a formal garden. Two places had been set with sturdy stoneware plates and mugs, and a thermal carafe was set between the settings. David reached for it hungrily, even though I knew he’d already had at least one cup of coffee in his room. I’d woken up to the aroma wafting in through the connecting bathroom.


Finished Chapter 1, and on to Chapter 2.  Also, apparently I didn’t have the word count widget set up right in Scrivener.  Oops.  Still, 7.5k isn’t bad.

Sapph is NOT going to be happy when she finally gets that newspaper, let me tell you.

(metrics) Bloody ghosts and car crashes

Starting word count: 2326

Ending word count: 2903

New words: 577

Starting lines:

He leaned on his cane, looking down at me, wry amusement and pain warring in his blue eyes. I didn’t recognize him, but he apparently recognized me. “Really, Sapph,” he continued, not bothering to extend a hand to me as I just gaped at him. “You’re getting wet.”

Ending lines:

She’d been pretty, once. Now, with half her face covered by a bloody curtain of hair and her teeshirt in scorched shreds, her right arm hanging uselessly at her side, she was a horror.


I snorted. “I don’t believe in angels. Or demons, or anything else like that.” My fingers curled around the door handle. I didn’t want to turn my back on him, but I had to see what, if anything, was still inside.

“It doesn’t really matter if you believe, Sapph.” He walked over to the other side of the car, not noticing the slick mud. “Their existence has very little to do with anyone’s belief.”


You know, I’m not writing a zombie story, but damn, that ending line sort of looks like I am.


(to-do/writing/personal) Sundays are days of rest. Really.

Even when you don’t get home until 3:30 am from a ghost investigation – it’s still a day of rest.  A day to catch up on Once Upon a Time (my new favorite show, next to Castle and Bones), write, do laundry and dishes, and just renew myself.  I really do like this new schedule – I feel more alive.  And the words are coming again.

The words are coming because of a few things: I’m doing the daily pages every day at, I’m taking the time to do things like watching TV again (a few selected shows only), and I’m reading again.  I just finished The Between, by LJ Cohen, and now I’m reading Hard Magic, by Laura Anne Gilman.  Because of that, and the fact that I’m on the right schedule, I’m getting words.

Which is good, because I’ve set myself a goal of finishing the first draft of Forgotten, the book I’m currently working on.  I haven’t talked much about it here, and I won’t for a while, but it’s a totally different world than the Horseman books.  Ghost stories, in fact.  I love ghost stories, and now, I’m free to write the books I want to read.  So, first draft of Forgotten is on deadline for May 30th.

I need to post a honey do list for this year, but I’ll do that later.  The big things on it, though, are Forgotten, the first draft of Schrodinger (whatever the title will be) and getting both Spells and Swashbucklers and Last Rites onto the shelves.  And, in non-writing stuff, I need to redesign the website.  Badly.

But today, I have just a few things to do:

– vacuum the living room

– empty the drainboard

– empty the sink

– Daily pages

– 500 words  on Forgotten

– Update the calendar in the living room


Lots to do today, and daylight, as they say, is a-burnin’.  Good news is, I don’t have to get up at 6 am tomorrow.

(personal/to-do/writing) Lazy Sundays are cold.

Lazy Sundays haven’t been cold lately, but they are today.  Luckily, I have a wood stove and lots of wood, along with two cats who are willing to keep me warm with snuggles.  Sadly, I have to go home later today.  Which means going out in the cold!

There’s a to-do list, of course.  It wouldn’t be a Sunday without one!  But this one is less than my normal to-do list, and it’s got some important things on it: time for me.  Slow-down time.  It has been pointed out to me that somewhere along the way, I switched from a Type B personality to a Type A.  And I don’t like being a Type A.  So, I’m reclaiming my Type B – with a bit of a twist.  Lists and schedules help me be more laid back.  No, I don’t understand it either, but trust me, it does.  Maybe because when I have the schedule, I don’t worry about what I’m supposed to do?  Maybe.  I need to dig out my planner and start using it again.  Or really update my phone with Google Calendars.  Maybe that’s the way?  I dunno.

Anyways, here’s the to-do list:
– Dishwasher run
– Morning pages
– Pick up and pack laundry
– Cut out coupons
NONE! They sucked last weekend!
– Grocery list
– Grocery shopping
– Make cranberry-orange muffins
– Make baked pasta for the week (mmm)
– 500 words on Forgotten
– lavender-scented bath and chamomile tea before bed

Time to get moving!

BTW, I’ve done my morning pages every day this month so far! Even Friday, when I had to do it at 11:30 pm to make it!