Supero Omnia

I surpass everything.  

And I shall. I shall surpass this damn illness.  I shall surpass all obstacles in my way.  

hmmm… that reminds me of a song.  

😀

Rain forest on Vancouver Island

So Val went to visit family on Vancouver Island this weekend.  One of the most awesome things about the Island is this rain forest.  She showed me a busload of pictures she took of their tourist-kitsch day trip but this one struck a chord in me.  It made me want to write a spooky, creepy little story. A spooky, creepy little horror story.  A spooky, creepy, little erotic horror story.  

I think I’m going to have to write it before I completely lose the drive but it’s still percolating.

Speaking of writing, I wrote almost a thousand words yesterday. This was the best part though:

(Background: Anna was infected with Demon that changed her on the same level that the Wolf bite did.  Now she is Vampire, Wolf and Demon. She ran, scared, and when Liam brought her back he made her make apologies.  At this point she is also telling the pack that they are preparing to take down an enemy.)

Anna opened her mouth to speak then closed it again.  She was stuck finding the opening words until Chelle patted her on the thigh and smiled at her.  “I was scared. I have a new thing inside of me, a demon.  That means I live with three monsters now…” she held up a hand to quiet the denials that started.

“Yes, they are monsters. I am a monster and so is each of you.  But that doesn’t mean we have to be big and bad and scary, does it?”  Anna didn’t bother to wait for an answer to an obviously rhetorical question before she moved on.  “It just means that in purely human terms we have the potential to be big and bad and scary…” She trailed off, her mouth hanging open as she stared at Liam.

He nodded with a gentle smile and her face bloomed with joy and light before she spoke again.  “It doesn’t mean I have to be anything I don’t choose to be.” Smile and murmurs of agreement were coming from the Wolves around her.  “With your help I will learn about this demon within.  And quickly!  There is something we must do.”  The tips of her hair began to spark with tiny flames.  “We have learned who set fire to the house.”  She gestured at the renovations going on around them.  “We will be seeking justice.”

“Who!?”  The word was shouted by no less than a dozen people.  Other angry shouts mingled with growls of fury.

“Prince Skeena had some of her thralls do it.”  Liam raised his voice to be heard above the angry, hurt people in his kitchen.  “Our mission here is to remove that leech from power and put someone we can trust in her place.”

Someone muttered, “Is there such a thing as a leech we can trust?”

Anna cleared her throat and an apology quickly followed.  “I am a leech you can trust.”

“No you’re not; you’re a blood-sucking, black winged puppy we can trust!” The voice sounded suspiciously like Chelle but no one was quite sure.

Anna stood there with her mouth hanging open for a second then she burst out laughing.  “Alright, I’m a blood-sucking, black-winged puppy you can trust.”

Have I mentioned it gets tricky writing this stuff without losing the reader’s suspension of disbelief?  I think I need to send an update to my regular readers, the ones who tell me whether things make sense as I go.  They’re the ones who will go “OMGWTFBBQ!?” if necessary.  (Yeah, I’ve been wanting to use that for several days now *laughs*)

I think Anna’s going to learn about her new powers and it will be fun incorporating them in as she needs them but I think mostly she will remain about her Wolf, as she has been.  She was born a Vampire but her life is now among the Wolves that made her what she is.

And now that my taxes are filed, lunch is started and my journal is done I can perhaps get to work on planning their battle.  

Have a great day everyone!  

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Wind in the Water

I have the 1812 Overture playing on my speakers, I’m at the cottage, The Boyfriend is sleeping in our bed, had a great cup of tea and therefore I am a happy camper.  Being sick doesn’t mean I HAVE to be miserable.  

Today is Saturday and therefore it is my photo blog day!  Without further ado, we will get to it.

I am posting some pics I took on Wednesday when Peter took me to the beach.

The raspberry bushes at the cottage are beginning to bloom with potential for succulent fruit. Yum.

I love the sharp, crisp blue against the greens. And the juxtaposition between the brilliant blue of the bloom (I swear the alliteration was an accident!) and the purple of the bud is wonderful.

And finally, we got to the beach…

...where we were greeted by a veritable army of flying rats!

Although Fred here doesn't seem to pose much of a threat, standing all cute and one-legged like that. He's actually missing half his foot, from what I can see. He's a regular at the beach, I've had time to study him before. First time I've been able to digitize him though.

A big wind and rain storm wiped the beach clean. Our kites were the only spot of colour in the sand. It's nice they looked pretty there, since they didn't make it to the sky...

...except for one (very brief) moment of victory!

I wanted to capture the wind in the water and the path of the wave as it crashed into the shore.  So I sat on the beach.  It was …wet.  It didn’t *look* that wet.  Pretty sure it didn’t help my health any but I got some beautiful shots!  I have the choice here to put them in order of the shots taken or the process of the wave.  I think I’m going to go with the latter.  

Bach's Cello Suite No. 1 in G goes well with this series. Here we have the beginning, as the power of the wave starts to hit the shore.

The wave is just starting to curl. I love the white against the sand in the water

The curl makes its way along the wave. And the music changes to Handel's Water Music. 😀

And at last the curl is complete! It's ready to beat the shore and rattle the stones.

The water is rushing for the shore (to the tune of Handel's Hallelujah Chorus no less). All that cold, cold water heading straight for me!

The waves are awesome to behold, even the small ones like that. I wish I could've managed pictures of yesterday's crystal clear white caps but the wind was just too cold for me to be standing facing it.

And my favourite picture of the day: 

Gershwin's Rhapsody in Blue is perfect for this photo. Looking up at the love of my life as he prowls for beach glass.

All photos were taking with my Olympus 4x Wide optical zoom, (4.8-19.2mm 1:2.9-6.5 <- someone explain that to me please), 12 megapixel camera.  The flowers were shot on Supermacro, the rest on Landscape.  The gulls were captured with 4x zoom and were the only photos altered – cropped to readjust the focus.  

I love my little camera.  I would LOVE a Nikon D3200 or Canon Rebel T21 but I can’t see either of them in my future any time soon.  I love the lenses and filters and am intensely curious about it all.  I was when I was a kid but never followed up with it, lost the passion and now I have it back.   A photography course and the equipment to back it up would be wonderful.

I think I need new landscapes though.  The next time we’re in any of the 3 cities around us that we tend to haunt, I think I’m going to make it a point to change my focus and film other things.  

Have a wonderful day folks!

Writing again…?

It amuses me, so I had to share.  😀

Yep, definitely on couch/bed rest this weekend.  Lots of writing will ensue!

I hope.  

I will share.  

At the moment, Anna is trying to figure out how to tell the Pack they are going to war again in order to remove the despot Prince who burned their house halfway to the ground.  Plus she’s dealing with being part Demon now and trying to guide the Pack through the adjustment.

It’s fun trying to write this stuff and still make it believable enough that my readers aren’t going “WTF?  You have GOT to be kidding me!”

Lose the suspense of disbelief and you’ve lost your audience. 

I loathe being sick but I will try to make the best of it.

This one also amused me:

And with it I say adieu.

Ugh.

Ya know, I’d hit something if I wasn’t sure it’d fuck up my life even more.

Yes, I just swore.

I’m a LITTLE bit angry and pointlessly so.  It’s useless to be angry.  I am nevertheless.  Why?

Well, we all know I’ve been sick.  Thought I was getting better.  Last night it was like someone had flipped a switch from “Getting better” to “SICK!”

I woke up this morning after sweating through two nightshirts and almost the third. Everything hurt.  Felt like I’d been run over by a Mac truck.  Still, was breathing about normally.  Then I walked my daughter to her babysitting job.  Well, I fell short several blocks because my breathing got too difficult.  By the time I got home my chest was on fire, I was sweating (again, honestly I think I’m a little dehydrated) and I was having trouble breathing.  Inhaler didn’t seem to make much difference.  

There were a few other symptoms too but the main was the breathing and fatigue.  My ass was dragging on the ground and I think my eyelids were about there too.  That’s unusual for me.  I almost always have more energy than I’m capable of using.

Peter informed me he was coming to take me to the ER.  My objections (to the tune of “You need to rest today!”) were ignored.  So off we went.

Cute little redheaded 4th year resident.   Smart girl too.  Knew what she was on about.

In the end we got told that I have allergies (duh) that have resulted in a viral infection in my lungs, sinuses and – oddly – the bottom of my mouth. That last is f*cking fun. I’m supposed to be on a one-a-day allergy med (can’t afford) and my steroid inhaler (needs renewed) and chewing lemon drops to stimulate the saliva ducts because one is blocked (can’t find and we’ve been to 6 stores now).

She said too many more exposures to allergens and chemicals right now, things that make my nose run and my lungs want to cough, will probably drop me into a bacterial infection. I have a doctor’s appt on the 7th, we can fix some of those missing meds. But I’m exhausted and I’m going to have to miss Callie’s competition because it’s everything that I’m not supposed to be exposed to. I can’t even do her hair and make up beforehand. 

I am livid and depressed.

Working on the livid thing.  Good-naturedly picking on my son – almost voicelessly since talking hurts and makes me cough – is cheering me up a great deal.  

I think I shall offer all you patient, wonderful readers a glimpse into Lizendale, the book I’ll be giving away as part of the grand prize packages.  The section was offered up by Tee and it is a bit of a read.   Maybe tomorrow I’ll give you the background of the book.  For tonight, I’m going to crawl into bed and watch TV.  And count my blessings.

J’aret is a very, very bad creature of the Dark.  He’s a kind of psychic Vampire.  Thomas is a poor red shirt kind of character, doomed to die the moment we see him.  And, if you don’t know this already, you should: I am a master at killing creatively.  I have fun doing it and I do it well.

Enjoy!

Chapter Twenty-Four

 

    When Thomas opened his mouth to scream, J’aret’s hand snaked out and grabbed him by the throat, choking off the sound.  All that emerged was a squeak.  Thomas shut his eyes but the images of blood were burned into his brain.

“Come now, Thomas, open your eyes and look at me.” J’aret deliberately let his true self show, rotting teeth and one eye socket starting to melt down his face.  He wasn’t that old, hadn’t been Winnigo for very long, but the damage was enough to terrify Thomas.

Thomas whimpered as his eyes opened against his will.  He took one look at the horror that held him by the throat and threw his hands up in front of his eyes, the knife dropping to the ground with a soft thud.  J’aret found the source of the sound and grinned.  “How nice of you to offer your own blade for your destruction.”

A soft keening sound emerged from Thomas’s mouth.  J’aret crushed his windpipe a little tighter and the sound stopped.  He shoved Thomas against a tree and tried to hold him there with Power.  When that failed, J’aret’s hunger and frustration became mounting fury and he dragged the nails of his other hand over Thomas’s face, shredding one cheek into strips of skin that exposed his teeth.  Thomas’s eyes bulged as he tried to scream.  J’aret dropped him, satisfied at the wee bit of energy from the terror in the young mind, and sought some vines to bind him with.

He kicked Thomas in the ribs when he caught the boy trying to crawl away.  A loud snap echoed around them and Thomas dropped like a stone, curling defensively around himself with a whimper.  “Oh, I’m so sorry!  Did I hurt you again?”  J’aret’s voice was filled with mock concern and he kicked Thomas in the same spot again.  Thomas curled into a tighter ball.  J’aret laughed, then exclaimed in pleasure as he discovered several thick vines covering the forest floor. 

While his Power might be waning, his physical strength was not yet and he used it to tie young Thomas to four trees, bound around each ankle and wrist and suspended about three feet off the ground.  J’aret hung the boy face down then lay on the ground underneath him.  He crossed his ankles, laid the blade on his chest then clasped his hands behind his head.  He looked up at Thomas, dodged a tear that fell from the terrified boy’s face and smiled. 

“This was quite a feat wasn’t it?”   J’aret’s voice was conversational.  “You’re not exactly small.  But look at you now; you’re quite helpless.  Go ahead,” he waved a hand, “try and get out.”

Thomas began to struggle wildly, the fear in his eyes ramping up a notch when J’aret merely chuckled.  Thomas began to realize he was never getting away.  He still hadn’t figured out that he was a corpse, but he knew he’d never get away.  The second realization came when J’aret picked up the knife and stabbed upwards, plunging it into his stomach.  Pain burned into Thomas’s mind, leaving him nearly insensible as it mixed with the fear, becoming a thick stew in his mind. 

J’aret slapped Thomas’s unmarked cheek.  “Tsk tsk, stay with me now.  Can’t have you fainting already.”  J’aret pulled the blade out and moaned as the blood began to drip on to him.  He shed his clothing with a thought, revealing to Thomas just how wasted his body was.  Thomas tried to close his eyes.  J’aret wagged a finger in disapproval then reached up and cut off Thomas’s eyelids.  Pleasure filled him as his Power sparked into renewed life, rejuvenated by Thomas’s blood dripping onto his body and his face.  He opened his mouth to catch the drips then grinned at Thomas with bloody teeth, horrifying the boy.

J’aret made several shallower cuts, using his growing Power to keep Thomas’s intestines from sliding out of the deep cut in his belly.  J’aret stretched out under Thomas so that the blood dripping from him covered him everywhere.  Thomas watched in horror as it soaked into the monster’s skin.  

J’aret frowned.  “So you think I’m a monster do you?”  He slid out from under Thomas, hovering an inch above the ground and floating out, then moved himself upright until he was standing. 

He used a good deal of his renewed Power to untie Thomas, flip him over mid-air and retie him.  “I’ll show you monster.”  Thomas shook his head frantically as J’aret wandered down his torso, using the knife to draw a long line from armpit to pelvis.  “So you wanted to put this puny thing in Alexi, did you?  Did you think she’d enjoy it?”  J’aret toyed with Thomas’s limp penis before cupping his scrotum in his hand.  “There’s barely enough here to make you a boy, let alone a man.  Well, let’s fix that.”  J’aret castrated Thomas with one smooth move. 

Thomas’s eyes rolled back in his head as his body arched in pain.  J’aret sighed and slapped the boy until he woke up again.   Thomas started crying the second he was conscious.  The salty tears stung the wounds that used to be his eyelids but he couldn’t stop them.  The pain was too much and the humiliation and the hopelessness that had set in when the creature flipped him over combined to reduce him to a emotion filled mess.

J’aret worked to keep the boy conscious while he sawed through hips and shoulders, feeding off the pain and terror.  He left the limbs attached by the tendons then lovingly stroked Thomas’s face.  “I do not normally thank my prey but you have done so well, and fed me so nicely, that I feel I must.  Your life has not been a waste, young Thomas.  It has gone to helping me be strong enough to kill again.  I think I’ll go for your mother next.  Raping her before I kill her will only add to my Power.”

Thomas started to frantically shake his head as the weight of his torso tore the tendons in one shoulder apart and his body dropped down as his arm swung away from him.  The rest of his joints could no longer support the movement and weight.  There was a sickening noise as the remaining shoulder and his hips gave way.  His torso landed on the ground with a squelch and a thud.  J’aret laughed as Thomas died in pain and fear.  He absorbed Thomas’s soul as it left his body, making the boy one with him and increasing his Power.  J’aret’s last act against Thomas’s body was to call the carnivores in the forest to him.  He walked away, leaving them feasting on the parts littering the ground.

J’aret killed four more times before leaving town, three women and one man; he abused all of them as badly as Thomas, with the addition of raping the women.  He shifted into the form of a large raptor and flew in circles above the woods, sniffing for the faintest scent of the Tenochs.  Then he shot off east. 

My, My, My

So Peter came home yesterday after being gone for nearly two weeks.  We’re a very touchy feely couple.

There’s been a lot of touching and feeling going on most of the last 22 hours.  

As Mr. George Takei would say, “Oooh myyy.”

He’s gone from my place to his so here I am.

After the eco-friendly discussion with Val, Peter and I had a further discussion on creating the kinds of merchandise that would make people stop and go “what is that from?”  Also we continued where Val and I left off about guerrilla marketing.

“Guerrilla marketing?”

Sure.  Apparently a good example is sneaking wandering  around a big bookstore like Chapters and putting bookmarks into books in the same genre as mine.

We talked about the merch and one of the things we discussed was apparel.  T-shirts, long sleeve ones. A logo to emrboider discretely upon jackets.  An image to create into shopping bags.  

One of the other things we liked was this amazing idea I saw yesterday of notebooks with cutouts where a pen would fit in.  Awesome, right?  Never lose a pen again.  And, when the notebook is full, you still have the pen, with my name on it.  😀

In short, it was talking about turning me into a brand.  It was talking about some serious marketing to put me out there. And it showed me that I’m not alone in this, that there are people willing to help and make me a success.

Better make the writing worth it eh? 

So now I’m looking at custom printed products somewhere that the prices per item are cheaper in the long run.  New numbers to find and new numbers to crunch.

It’ll be fun.  Shopping.  Sort of.

On an amusing note….

“Let’s all stop judging people who talk to themselves. New research says that those who can’t seem to keep their inner monologues in — raving bus station denizens, for the most part, excluded — are actually more likely to stay on task, remain focused better and show improved perception capabilities.”  ~Tim Newcomb

Since I do this all the time (although I will say I’m talking to the cat) this is good news!

See you lovely people tomorrow.  

Back!

Hi! 

Still somewhat sick but I seem to be improving rapidly.

I have spent the last two hours crunching numbers and gathering info and I am nowhere near done but after an in-depth discussion with Val I have finally, fully, finalized my giveaway stuff.   So now I’m searching for numbers and trying to decide what… omg I still have to see about my taxes too!  Damn there are WAY too  many numbers in my head.  

Erm.

Trying to decide what quantities to order.  

Everything is cheaper in bulk but honestly, what do I need 250 of anything for?  Besides slipping bookmarks into related books in Chapters.  *looks all innocent*   

I blame Val for the trouble I get into.

Nah.  She’s good.  Together we decided that posters and postcards are out.  She suggested staying as eco-friendly as possible and I agree. Instead I will be doing journals, mugs (maybe, have to look at the pricing) and other stuff.

But I am confused so I am going to go do some housework and perhaps go back to this later today.  In the meantime, I will share with you what I have FINALLY decided to do. 

Book release: Grand prize: Autographed copies of HW1 & Lizendale, thermos, journal, bookmark. For Amazon release, the same except an eReader skin (or equivalent for those without) in place of the thermos.

Second prize for book release: (and amazon release) Autographed HW1, t-shirt, bookmark.

Third places: bookmarks

For 50 blog followers: Autographed copies

100 likes: one autographed copy of HW1

100 followers: autographed book, buncha bookmarks/postcards

200 followers: autographed of hw1 and lizendale

Random because I feel like it giveaways: bags, t-shirts, journals, posters.

Ta-da!   This is what you have to look forward to.

Giveaways will be limited to blog followers and Facebook followers – if you aren’t going to follow, why would you want something?  And they will take the form of quizzes, random draws and something Krissy suggested -> hide & seek.  I will NOT be “click this, follow there, like here, follow that” in 15 different ways to get you to enter.    That drives me crazy as someone trying to enter a contest.  I happen to think that wanting to read your blog doesn’t necessarily follow that I want to be a part of your Twitter, etc.  (Of course, I hardly pay attention to mine, so maybe that’s why *laughs*)  Or maybe you’re a blog follower but don’t have Facebook.  (Don’t laugh, I know people.)  You shouldn’t be forced into trailing me around EVERYWHERE just to be a part of my celebrations.

That’s just my opinion.

But I have to go.  Peter’s coming home today – stopping here for the night 😀 😀 – and I need to clean up after my kids and me, sick days and bake sales destroy my house.  My daughter’s class is hosting a fundraising bake sale (Breast Cancer Awareness) today and we made Jello Mini-Mimosas.  Although we used Sprite instead of club soda.  

Muah!  Have a great day!

Sick Day #2

I really am determined to do everything I intended to do this weekend but it seems like I have bronchitis and I’m operating REALLY slowly.  Hence the blog that hasn’t happened until supper time.  I had it planned this morning but I’m slow, then my ex-husband showed up and too me to the grocery store.  Everything’s been downhill ever since.  

So here is what I had planned this morning.  🙂

I am a happy camper!  I am at the cottage.  I have my little friend:

Pholcus phalangioides. Living in the kitchen. Gods know why since I'm terrified of spiders. It's a little fuzzy, sorry.

 

I have food in the slow cooker (which I should get to eating):

A ham bone surrounded by chicken broth, a variety of beans and dried peas, other pieces of ham and seasonings. It's been in there for HOURS. Smells great.

 

I had the perfect cup of tea – the first cup from a brand new package.

The ONLY orange pekoe worth drinking. Except Tim Hortons. Dad will disagree with me.

 

I had toast, carefully done under the broiler like Dad used to do hot cross buns.  Why is toast important?  Because for months and months I couldn’t have yeast and now I can again!  😀  It’s progress and it means I’m healing.

The only gluten free bread worth eating. And the toaster is busted.

Banana bread is imminent! Gluten free of course.

Yesterday I got outside a little bit.  Short walk since I was breathless really quickly.  But I saw my little friend here:

Rob here has a mohawk. I thought it was kind of ironic. And apparently I'm full of fuzzy pictures.

 

And this pretty: 

I like flowers. I like trees. I love flowering trees.

I wanted to go for a walk on the beach yesterday (and today) but yesterday I got short of breath, as I have all week, and had to come home.  Less than halfway home (which was a short block) I was wheezing and couldn’t get it under control.  Then the coughing started.  And the pain in my chest.  I recognize bronchitis when I taste it.

And yet, I am determined to get everything done this weekend.  

Peter will be home early this week!  For this I am ecstatic!  Happiness will explode and work will go swimmingly.  Which will produce less whiny blogs and a sharing of fresh, warm banana bread. 

Have a good Saturday and Sunday, my friends.  I shall see you on Monday.  (Mandated day off now.)