Woohoo!

 

I am super pleased! I finished all of this month’s work! The edit of HW2, Doug & Mac AND the prep for Camp NaNo – all complete!

Next month it’s Iesin’s Doom and the Doug and Mac edit. My word goal for next month is 35k. Camp is more relaxed and allows you to set your own goals and since I will be helping my daughter with her summer school (VOLUNTARY!) and enjoying the summer, I have decided that 35k is a good number. I am hoping my brother has my website done by the end of the month! He’s a busy, busy man and works at it when he can.

In August I will start to work on HW3 again as well as starting edits on one of the NaNo books. In either July or August Lizendale – my first NaNo book – will be published on Kindle and Createspace.

September will bring more HW3 work AND there will be a big announcement!

More immediately, tomorrow (or Tuesday, since tomorrow is a holiday) I will be dropping a copy of HW1 off with one of the radio hosts of my favourite morning show! Kelly Maher of FM96 said she didn’t think Vampires and BDSM mix. We’re going to show her differently eh?

Off to buy a new plant for my desk and spend some time with my boyfriend.

I leave you with a pretty.

Muah!

Gaillardia, aka 'the blanket flower', is a drought resistant type plant and is related tot he sunflower.  Lovely, no?

Gaillardia, aka ‘the blanket flower’, is a drought resistant type plant and is related tot he sunflower. Lovely, no?

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McKenna Amberson

So I’m posting a small poll on my Facebook page this morning and went looking for McKenna’s profile so I could link to it.   It was then that I realized I didn’t put her up here!

Shame on me. 

So here she is.  

McKenna Amberson

Age: 28

Height: 5’10

Weight:  190

Appearance:

            Human: McKenna – Mac to her friends, precious few that they are – has broad shoulders, generous breasts and an hourglass figure.  She has shockingly red hair that is all natural and falls around her face in short, just above the shoulder, waves.  She has the porcelain complexion that is typical of a Scottish redhead, along with a smattering of freckles below the bright blue eyes.  Very delicate, elfin features draw the eyes of men and women alike despite her every attempt to downplay them.

She has a scar just under the right side of her ribcage, around the back, where a would-be mugger stabbed her in the kidney when she refused to cooperate.  And she is missing a chunk out of her left breast from a mishap with a Tiger that got infected and never healed quite right. 

            Wolf:  Medium sized Wolf with rust coloured fur and pale, washed out blue eyes.

Background:  McKenna was born to a single mother who happened to be a lone Wolf.  A Scottish Wolf living in London, McKenna’s mom was a runaway, the Theta from a northern Highlands pack.  One who had run away when her Alpha raped her while she was caring for the wound in his chest caused by a missing young girl.  When the mother found out she was pregnant she sought sanctuary in London and raised her girl with love and the arts.  McKenna’s mother died the night of McKenna’s first heat.  The heat had attracted several males who were eager to get at the fourteen year old girl.  Mac ran as her mother fought for their lives.  Three males lost their lives before Mac’s mother lost the fight.

Mac did everything she could to cover her scent and crossed into Wales, where she stole art supplies and food and made a home for herself in a cave in the Cambrian Mountains.  She began to sell her work for pennies until a gallery owner saw them, and her, and took her in.  It took Mac a long time to trust the old man though he did nothing but treat her like a granddaughter and sell her work.

One full moon night, coming from the gallery on her way to run she was stopped by a Tiger.  He accosted her, demanding to know why she was on their territory without permission.  When she told him the truth he tried to take her by force.  She shifted and ran for the mountains, not knowing that the old man followed her, as he had with every run.  The Tiger shifted and followed her.  He caught up to her in the foothills and attacked.  She was losing the battle, having been bitten in the chest, a large chunk of flesh torn out when the man shot the Tiger, repeatedly, emptying a semi-automatic rifle – a Browning Bar Mark II – into the Cat and dragged Mac into his truck.  Only her being a Wolf saved her that night. 

When the man died a couple of years later she mourned him like a grandfather.  Then she took the money and the rifle he left her and headed north again, landing in Glasgow and selling her wares in the Barras. 

Weaknesses:  The fact that she’s a lone Wolf makes her half as strong as she could be.  She trusts no one and allows no one to get close to her.

Strengths:  She became a marksman, not at the level of the upper four in the Four Claw pack but well enough to defend herself.  She is an underground boxer, taking her aggressions and anger out on the men who laughingly step into the ring with her.  She doesn’t dwell in her anger but has used it to fuel her survival.

Abilities: Shifter. 

Deadlines

Deadlines are looming!

July first marks not only Canada Day but the first day of CampNaNo!  And yes, I will be doing it – well, trying to do it – again this time around. I want to finish Iesin’s Doom.  

In order to be able to do something which is purely recreational (but ends up giving me more work in the long run) I need to finish the second edit of Demon Plague and finish writing the first draft of Doug and Mac.  Which brings me to the other deadline that is looming:

The Pink! anthology.   I need to have Doug and Mac finished, totally polished and sent to KallySten by August 15th.  

Frankly, I’d rather have it done before that; the tenth at the latest.  I don’t want to get stuck in a place where her inbox is full and my story gets bounced.  I want this story to be included.  It would be huge for me to be a part of something like this.   Might get me noticed too.  

I’m not expecting that at all but it would be so cool, eh?

So only two deadlines but they loom large!

I do have something fun to share too.  

I don’t normally hope that people aren’t following my blog but I do hope my stepdaughter isn’t because I’m about to share the Christmas present we bought for her daughter.  Chelle, if you’re watching, skip the rest of the blog!  😀  

Athena is growing like a pretty little weed and she is a happy, happy baby.  See?

Beautiful smile.  Makes you want to smile right along with her, doesn't it?

Beautiful smile. Makes you want to smile right along with her, doesn’t it?

We were at an antique motorcycle show in Paris, Ontario last weekend and saw the cutest little bike.  We walked around the show and thought about it but in the end we just had to get it for the wee girl.  She will be big enough to sit on it with help by Christmas and able to use it by her first birthday.  

It's the rockingcycle!  A hobby horse but a bike... get it?

It’s the rockingcycle! A hobby horse but a bike… get it?

It’s perfect, coming from the ex-bike racer Grampa – motocross, iron butt, you name it and if it had less than 4 wheels, he raced it.   Chelle and her sister rode small bikes for a while too.  We’re starting her out young.  *laughs*

And now I have to go.  A ton of work to do today.  

Muah!

Doug and Mac

Just a reminder:  The writing samples are unedited.  Don’t judge!  *bats eyelashes*

So here it is.  The beginning of Doug and Mac’s story.  

Just the beginning, mind you.  

I am not sure what to call it at this point.  

 

Dougall McCalleum stopped, closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.  He ignored the people bumping into him in the crowded market and took a moment to savour the scent of the woman he’d come to think of as his.  Doug is the Master at Arms of the Four Claw Wolf Pack.  His mother was a Wolf, a fourth generation member of the pack, who was in love a demon.  The union produced the unique combination of humour and temper that is the slim, wiry café au lait coloured beast.

The object of his affection was McKenna Amberson, artiste extraordinaire.  She was a tall redhead with a porcelain complexion and elfin feature that made him look do a double-take the first time he saw her.  The connection was instant and he knew she knew it.  For her part, McKenna didn’t want to acknowledge it.  After everything she’d been through – molestation when she was but ten years old, a mugging and an attack by a Tiger – she had no room in her life for flirting or for men. 

It just made Doug work that much harder.

Doug, who was in the marketplace with Anna, Marcus and two others, touched Marcus’s sleeve and gestured slightly at McKenna before he slipped away.  He paused a few booths away to admire her wares.  She drew fantasy figures – fairies, dragons, wizards, even including ones humans only thought were fantasy.  She had mugs, prints in frames and calendars but her biggest seller was the line of clothing.  She had socks with baby dragons on the sides, t-shirts and hoodies with her work silk screened on the front.

What made him like her most was the line of pink clothing.  She sold long and short-sleeved t-shirts, hoodies and even aprons all with strong women drawn on the front – warrior princesses, vampires, fairies calling on magic – for Breast Cancer Awareness.  Each item of clothing had the pink ribbon displayed discretely on it.  People came from all over to buy her work because she refused to set up a website people could order from.  It was merely a single page with her location, some pictures of her work and a weekly schedule. 

“Why?” he’d asked her once.

“I’m an artist, not a factory,” she replied.  For once she was looking thoughtful.  “I create each piece myself.  I conceive of the theme for the image, then sketch it out and decide on the medium for the original work.  Yes I have someone else do the prints, calendars and most of the clothing but for the Pink things,” she always capitalized the P when she talked about it, “I silk screen each piece myself.  It makes it more personal and, I think, more meaningful for the women who wear it.”

When Doug had smiled at her and told her he admired her she had blushed then scowled at him and told him to piss off.  He’d only come back the next day with a cup of tea for her.

Today he stopped at a small patisserie and bought her a chocolate croissant and a cup of wild blueberry tea with a hint of honey.  He sauntered towards her with his hands behind his back and watched as she lifted her head, nostrils flaring.  He could smell ink and knew that today she was doing the silk screening on sight.  Those days were scheduled so customers could come and get autographs on the work they chose.

“Hello, my love,” Doug said with a smile.

McKenna lifted an ink stained hand and pointed at him.  “I’ve told you not to call me that.  What have you got behind your back?”  She told herself that it hadn’t been his scent, the one that made her think mine!, but the smell of the tea and food he carried that had her nostrils flaring as he approached.

Doug displayed his prizes with a flourish.  “I thought you might be hungry, Mac.  I’ll wager you didn’t eat breakfast this morning.”  He held the croissant up.

Mac snatched up a rag and gave her hands a swipe before almost lunging at the food.  She devoured the croissant in three bites, taking the first one from Doug’s fingers.  She had grabbed his wrist and chomped down before taking it from him.  It was something that was happening more and more, her eating from his fingers, and she wasn’t really aware of it. 

Doug smiled as he watched her eat then handed her the tea.  “How has your week been, a ghraidh?”

She paused in the act of lifting the fragrant tea to her mouth and pointed at him.  “It doesn’t matter what language you do it in, do not call me ‘my love.’”

“Then come out for dinner with me.” He leaned towards her, pheromones rising to flood the space between them.

Mac unwittingly took a deep breath and drew in the scents.  The pheromones triggered a primitive response in her brain even as her body tightened and suddenly craved his touch.  The need was so great she swayed toward him before she caught herself.  She closed her eyes and sighed.  Then she capitulated.  “Fine.  Tonight.”

Doug thought about the dinner Anna was preparing.  He thought about inviting Mac to it but he knew she wasn’t ready.  “My Alpha’s Mate is making dinner for the pack.  I don’t know if I can…” he trailed off.  Then he made a decision.  “I can skip it this time. I… She will understand.  Where shall we go?”

Mac was taken aback by the question.  “I don’t know. We could have dinner and a walk here in the marketplace.”

“That’s a lovely idea but I want better than that for you.”  Doug thought for a moment.  “What about Indian?” 

She nodded slowly.  “I treated myself to Mother India once.  It was absolutely wonderful.  I can see why it’s in the top three of the best restaurants in Glasgow.” 

Doug smiled.  He loved Indian food as a date meal.  You ate it with your fingers and could be incredibly sensual.  He also happened to have an in with the people at that restaurant – they were cousins to his mother. “Mother India it is.  I will pick you up at seven.”  He darted off before she could answer him.

Sometimes, there are things in my writing that pop up that please me and amaze me, like this one:

He wiped the drool from his brain and lifted his eyes to hers after a long slow look that swept her from head to toe and back again.  “You look stunning,” he said.

Mac blushed, unused to such compliments.  Well, she was unused to compliments that were simply that – a genuine appreciation of her without anything behind it.  “I… I don’t have any makeup on or jewelry…” she trailed off.

“You don’t need any, Mac.  You are a beautiful woman whether you are ink stained and dressed in paint splattered clothing or dressed as you are now.”  His voice dropped, becoming low and husky.  “I bet you are incredibly gorgeous when you are nude too.”

Doug is a wonderful man.  Not without his faults but he is wonderful.  And Mac is his.  He knows it, she knows it.  She just won’t admit it.  Yet.  The story was supposed to take place between book one and book two but I think it’s going to span the entire timeline a little.  However, it won’t take long to convince Anna and Liam of their connection so maybe not a lot of hemming and hawing.

Now… What should the title be?

Beaches, Sunsets, Catching Up Again

Good morning!

I have been lax, I’m afraid.  It’s been stupid busy around here and when it’s not busy I’m in stupid brain-numbing pain.  It makes it difficult to write.  

So here I am with the photoblog I wanted to post a week ago this past Sunday.  Tomorrow we will be checking out the start of my Pink! story.  Maybe you all can help me find a title, eh?  I’m kind of lost there.  

Remember the snowball tree?   We were playing with it, making it snow.  I was taking pictures while Peter made it snow.  These ended up being my two favourites, although Peter took the second.  I took it with the sports setting on my camera and it caught the fall of petals perfectly.

Snowing petals.  Unfortunately, they turn an icky, sticky brown after a while.

Snowing petals. Unfortunately, they turn an icky, sticky brown after a while.

The second one is something that delighted Peter to see.  I was sitting under the tree as he shook it and we were having fun.  I was happy.  In a good place.  He took it with the same setting.  I put it in grayscale and cropped it to the place I liked (I wasn’t wearing a bra and I was in comfy clothes! lol) .  

See?  A good place.   And a good look on me.  I actually like this picture.

See? A good place. And a good look on me. I actually like this picture.

We went to the beach at sunset and I took pictures.  Of course.  😉  I have two.  One pretty one and one I screwed with. *laughs*   I don’t remember doing much to the first one beyond auto-contrast.  I’d been playing with the ISO and white balance settings and liking the way things were coming out.

It's a pretty sunset purples and oranges.  I like the contrasts of light and shadows.

It’s a pretty sunset purples and oranges. I like the contrasts of light and shadows.

Then, of course, I had to play with another one of the sunset pictures.  I did this and undid it then I did that and undid it and finally, I did this.  I played with the hue and saturation.  East and west along the scale and settled on this:

Kind of grey and pink.

Kind of grey and pink.

I do have one other sunset picture but I’m saving it for the end.

I went out early Saturday morning and snapped a few pics of the tightly furled future beauty.  I like the pictures.  I think that they are almost as beautiful as the blooms themselves.  I changed the contrast a little in the rosebud.  The peony was almost perfect the way it is.  And, of course, I have to play with photoshop so I did.  I turned the splatter filter on the rosebud.  😀

They should start opening this week.  I'm surprised they haven't yet.

They should start opening this week. I’m surprised they haven’t yet.

They will open to be a deep, rich pink, I think. I'll show you when they do.

They will open to be a deep, rich pink, I think. I’ll show you when they do.

 

They will open to be a deep, rich pink, I think.  I'll show you when they do.

Splatterific!

And finally, my favourite picture of the week.  

It’s a sunset but not like the other two.  Same night.  Different perspective.  I saw the shot in my head and took it with a little prayer that it would come out the way I wanted it to.  And when I opened it into Photoshop to see what needed to be done it was absolutely perfect.  

Enjoy!  I’m out.  Muah

Gorgeousness.

Gorgeousness.

 

 

My body is amazing.

My body is amazing..

An absolutely phenomenal read.

I came across this when a friend shared it on Facebook and I love it.  It’s so true.

I am a big girl.  I have curves – boobs, hips, ass – and I also have a roll or two I’m not proud of and am working to change the best I can.  All it takes to ruin a day for someone – big or skinny – is a cruel comment or a behind the back snicker.

Remember that the next time you think someone looks funny; just because they’re different than you doesn’t mean they aren’t proud of themselves.

Of course, they could also have self-esteem so low they can’t see themselves as anything but a monster, as something hideous, and a mean comment could send them spiraling further down.

I know.  It’s happened to me.

Most of the time now, I am so proud of everything I am doing that I don’t notice that I’m not “average.”

This woman had her day destroyed by one asshole.  Don’t be that asshole.  And if you’re one who has met this guy, remember, he’s an asshole and what he says has no impact on you.  (Yes, I used asshole repeatedly on purpose, I can’t think of another word that suits him better.

Muah.

Catherine Bowman

Good morning!  

I finished this profile for the website on Monday and I thought I would share it with you.

Yep, it’s me.  

I did it in the same style as the others because I liked the continuity but mostly because it amuses me.  hehehe  I do like it though.  I knew I needed to write one but since I dislike writing about myself – I’d much rather write about the fictional characters – I had no idea how to go about it. 

Then it hit me.  “Do it like the others!” 😀  “It’ll be fun,” my brain said. “People will enjoy it,” my brain said.   And you know, for once I think the brain has it.  I had fun writing it and my best two beta readers (The Boyfriend and Val) had fun reading it.

By the way, did you enjoy meeting my new Facebook admin?  Lovely lady.

So, here is the profile and it’s the last one!  Yesterday I sent everything over to my brother and the website will be up and running soon!

Have a great day everyone!  Muah.

Oh, by the way, if you have another word for ‘positivity’ (that works) please let me know.

Catherine Bowman

 

Age: 39

Height: 5’8

Weight:  None of your business!

Appearance: 

            Human:  Catherine is a vivacious, voluptuous woman.  Multi-coloured hair – chestnut, copper and silver – cascades a few inches past her shoulder and frames a friendly face.  Sensual lips are almost always curved in a smile while tri-coloured eyes (copper, green and blue) view the world with amused patience.  She is long of limb, generous in breast and hip and exudes an attitude rife with charming irreverence, positivity and affection for the people she calls family.

  She has a tribal tattoo of a wolf’s head with the words “The Fallen: Gone but not forgotten” on her left forearm along with a bear paw surrounded by flames and chicken footprints.  The first tattoo is to commemorate the losses suffered while writing her books.  The second is in honour of her children Bear and Chicken. 

Note: It is no coincidence that Anna looks like me, or that Marcus looks like C did and Chelle looks like G did, et cetera, et cetera.  My characters are based on my friends and I, though by no means wholly accurate, because the original story was about (a fantasy version of)  us.

            Wolf:   On the large side, with midnight black fur that is sprinkled in silver.  Pale blue eyes.  

Just kidding.  😉

Background:  Catherine was born in Toronto, Ontario, Canada to parents who later divorced.  She developed a love of the written word very early, learning to read before she was four years old.  When she was about ten a teacher assigned her a short story project and the resulting comments made her realize she wanted to tell stories. 

Catherine told many stories, most verbal, until she was fifteen when she met John, a boy who quickly became her boyfriend.  He introduced her to sex and encouraged her to write out the fantasies she had about what she wanted him to do to her.  The stories were sappy, romantic and very, very teenage-girl.  She learned what not to do and what to do from the stories she wrote and the erotic magazines and books she devoured.  Catherine loved her writing being responsible for a person’s arousal and made a concentrated effort to write better.

Eventually, the short stories weren’t enough and she tried a novel, Welcome to Valhalla, about a Valkyrie community that took tributes of human males from nearby villages.  It wasn’t great so she went back to refining her craft with short stories.  Eventually, she met the group of friends on whom the Highland Wolves characters are based.  Highland Wolves came about when two of those friends died and she wanted to pay tribute to them, keep them alive in a small way.  She began a short story simply titled “Highland Wolves”.  Her every intention was to keep it below 10,000 words, to have it be no more than a novella, if it got that far.  Liam, Anna, Marcus and Chelle had different ideas though.  She fell in love with them and the story they insisted on telling and now that short story is a four book series!  And the four fictional people are considering pushing it into book five.  Catherine is resisting but will see what happens.

Meanwhile, life went on outside her imagination.  She was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia shortly after her son was born and had to learn to adapt to the cascading failures of her body.  Through the years she has also been diagnosed with half a dozen other chronic disorders that almost all center around her spine and central nervous system.  She’s been married, gave her son a sister and divorced.  She lived in the States for two years and returned to her beloved Ontario determined not to live anywhere else.  A trip to Scotland is in the works so she can finally experience firsthand the magic and history that is the Highlands.

Currently, Catherine has a wonderful, awesome Boyfriend who encourages her imagination and makes sure she looks after herself.  Her kids are now teenagers and are intelligent, positive, empathic, compassionate and gorgeous.  She has wonderful friends and beta readers.  She counts her blessings often and shows her gratitude for everything she has.

Weaknesses:  Catherine sees the good in everyone and often is blind to the bad.  She gives everyone more second chances than they deserve.  Her health is her biggest weakness as it saps her ability to concentrate, her memory and her strength.

Strengths:  Catherine is a very positive person and tends to infect those around her with the same attitude.  Her imagination is vivid and enables her to see both sides of any situation which makes her a good mediator and good at finding solutions to most problems.  She has great determination and a very strong will.

Abilities:  Catherine does a lot of energy work, healing and the like, and is capable of astral travel.