NaNoWriMo….aka Haley’s Magic

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Hello my fine people!

Tomorrow is Halloween and that means NaNo starts on Friday.   I have been working my ass off to get ready and I think I’m almost there.  I had a food reaction this week and I’ve lost almost two days of work.  *le sigh*  I hate it when big companies decide to change their recipes.

Anyway, I thought I would share my characters with you and maybe a little more about the story. 

Introducing… *drum roll*….my protagonist  Haley Galbraith.  At 8 years old she is currently the last in a long line of born Irish witches, who moved to Canada four generations ago.  She is smart, curious, powerful.  Her mother and grandmother run the Coven, as their mothers did before them. She has a habit of spying on Coven rituals.  

Haley is about 52″ (4’3″) tall, green eyes, willowy and she has strawberry blonde hair – a precursor to her mother’s flaming red hair, though her father’s blond will temper that a little.  She has a small scar on her forehead from a fall when she was four years old.  She’s funny, curious, determined to learn more, faster.  She is fiercely protective of her little brother and her best friend.  The three of them are almost never apart.

She owns a cafè au lait coloured French Bulldog named Bijou, loves to read and listen to music and her favourite colour is orange.  She’s a good girl, except for the spying when she’s supposed to be sleeping.  She is smart as a whip and her mother is hard pressed to keep her in the same class level as the other Coven children.  She is the 13th witch since the Coven began and she is already more powerful than most of the girls who have hit puberty and come into their full power.  Her mother is teaching  her restraint but at the same time trying not to hold her back.  Haley is chafing a little at the rules but is respectful enough to (mostly) stick to them.

Liam Galbraith is Haley’s 7 year old brother.  He is also a witch but nowhere near as powerful as his sister.  he is also an anomaly in the family tree.  His ancestors, females who had brief affairs in order to get pregnant, always had one daughter and that’s all.  It seemed to Moira (Haley and Liam’s mother) and her mother than she needed another child immediately.  That this second child would have as great an impact on the world as the first.  And so here stands Liam.

He is a man’s man at 7 years old.  He is rough and tough but loves the same things his sister does – reading, music, magic and her best friend, Kessie.  He also loves to draw.  Liam is intensely devoted to all the women in his life from his grandmother right on down to Kessie.   He’s determined to  learn everything he can right alongside Haley.  He  knows he’ll never lead the Coven, that’s his sister’s destiny, but he will protect her for as long as he lives.

Kessie Vanhouven is Haley’s best friend and, by association, Liam’s.  They are inseparable.  She’s more into movies than books but the three friends do compromise regularly and share a lot of both.  She is shorter than Haley but just as willowy; she looks like a delicate, blonde, green-eyed doll as a result.  

Kessie cannot do any magic though she is fascinated and further involved with the Coven business than any other outsider for two reasons – her grandmother, who is raising the orphaned girl, is best friends with Haley’s grandmother, the Coven Matriarch.  Haley’s grandmother isn’t in as deeply as the girl is, Kessie is privileged to be a part of it.  Two, Moira, Haley and Liam’s mother, has foreseen Kessie’s involvement in her children’s lives and has seen that she is necessary.  

My antagonist is Thomas Whitney.  This poor boy lost his mother at birth and was raised by a father who was a sociopath as a child and a series of whores.  There was only one woman in his life who cared for him, one of two servants who stayed in the house – the wet nurse who was brought in when he was born.  Her husband served as his father’s manservant.  Thomas’s father was a wealthy sheep farmer who lost almost all of it because of his sociopathic tendencies when dealing with others.  

When Thomas was about 7 years old one woman of disrepute, someone who practiced the Dark Arts, convinced Thomas’s father that a spell and a sacrifice would earn them great riches.  That sacrifice was Thomas.  They killed him with a dagger that once belonged to a demon and inadvertently bound the three of them together.  They drained his blood and used him to cast the spell.  They ended up summoning a demon who took one look at their sacrifice and ripped them to shreds for it.  

Because Thomas was bound to them by the power of the dagger the demon couldn’t send the adults to Hell and so all three went to Purgatory.  They have been there ever since, gone on 300 years now.  Time passes differently in Purgatory and no one has gotten around to attempting to break the binding.  But it’s been long enough and Thomas has been tortured along with his father long enough (though with slightly less intensity) that he is a very angry boy.

Thomas enters our Haley’s life when she attempts to do a scrying spell to see what the children will be getting for Yule.  She does this on November 2nd, the Veil is not yet closed.  Thomas feels the pull of her power and it is strong enough to allow him to slip through a crack just before the Veil closes.  

Together the four children will make things right, though it’ll be a rough go of it at first.

I hope my beta readers like the story but I’m writing it for the real Haley and Liam and I hope they love it.

I’m also writing it a little bit for GK, so she can finally read something I’ve written.


News, News, Huzzah!, News and Oh Em Gee It’s a NaNo Book

Yeah, okay, it’s a lengthy title.

News 1:

I just completed my tax information for Kindle Publishing.  What a headache!  Tax stuff is confusing as hell.  Befuddled my brain enough that it took me three tries to spell ‘publishing’.  It’s done now, though, and that’s a Good Thing.  I hope to be making money soon (within the next 5 years) and not having to worry about that is most excellent.

News 2:

Yesterday, Dad informed me that he should have a hundred more books for me by the end of the week. 😀 Then we’ll just have to figure out how to get them from him.  It’d be nice to see my parents.  We’ll have to figure something out.  Peter will be back from Bancroft sometime next week (between Sunday and Wednesday) because we have Jeff Dunham tickets (squee!) for Thursday.  


This morning I got this email from a friend of mine, someone to whom I gave a book because I knew she’d share it:

Hey, I shared your book with a few girls from work and they want to know.
1) Is there a series prior to this book
2) where can she buy your books
3) when is the next book in this series gonna be out

they really like it.
Talk soon!

I fixed her singular spelling error because I couldn’t post her here with it there. 😀 I couldn’t stand it. *laughs*

Other than that, the email is as it was.  How awesome is that?  *washing machine happy dance*  I encourage people to share my first book with everyone for this very reason.  And this leads me to…

News 3:

I will be publishing Lizendale very, very soon.  

Beautiful, slick, dark cover.

Beautiful, slick, dark cover.

Lizendale is a land home to a species of human genetically different, dare I say superior?, named Talos. They are magic.  They have the ability to shape shift, heal and communicate telepathically.  They have more focused abilities as well, such as an affinity with plants.  They are creatures of Light with the capacity for great Darkness.   Each Talos is born with but half a soul and must find the other half; if they do not, they tumble into the Dark.  

Magni Tenoch is one such man.  He is an Enforcer, one who hunts the Talos that turn to the Dark, and he is about 225 years old.  As soon as he sees Alexi his soul knows her.  He resolves to wait until he can claim her.  

Alexi Brandt is half human, half Talos, living as a human with her mother.  She is a creature of prophesy, one the Dark has been waiting for.  She is thirteen when Magni first finds her.  When she turns eighteen, Magni’s family steps forward to introduce themselves.  Little did they know that someone was hunting Magni and all of the Tenoch family.  Hours after Alexi and Magni are mated she is kidnapped by that someone. He wants her life force for their own. 

The story is, as the cover says, a tale of love, terror and loss.  It’s also a story of triumph and great passion.  It’s my first NaNo book and I love it.  I am publishing the second edition.  It’s a second edition because it had extensive editing and is brought closer to my current writing skill and style.   It reads better than I can talk about it though.  *laughs*


The cover for the NaNo site.  Gorgeous, isn't it?

The cover for the NaNo site. Gorgeous, isn’t it?   The background photo is courtesy of a google search, no artist was attached to it.


As you may guess, this year’s NaNo book is (tentatively) called Haley’s Magic.

Haley is a 7 year old girl who happens to be a witch.  She is the thirteenth in a long line of witches.  With a grandmother who is Coven matron and mother who is the Coven’s maiden (second-in-command), Haley is privy to a lot of things the Coven does.  One of those things is scrying to see the future.  Haley, her little brother Liam and best friend Kessie decide that they want to see what they’re going to get for Yule gifts and give the scrying ritual a shot.

What they get is not what they wanted.  

I still haven’t decided what kind of entity they call with their childish attempts to speak the words the adults speak.  It will, however, be a nuisance, gain energy until it becomes a true danger and the children will have trouble trying to solve the problem on their own.

This will be a category I haven’t tried yet – Young Adult.  I want to be able to read it to the real Liam and Haley (for whom the characters are named, though not based on) when I see them in Scotland.  So there will be no sex, restrained violence and g-rated language.  

This will be fun for me.  *laughs*  

Have a great rest of your day, folks!


Beaches, Blessings & Critters

Good morning, my lovelies.  

Yes, it’s been too long since my last blog (Sept 30th!  Bad me.)  Life has been a little busy and I have spent a few days kind of out of it.  

Let’s do things in order shall we?  First, the beach!   

I went out for a walk the day after my birthday.  It was beautiful!  All misty and damp and cool.  Looked like a scene straight out of Stephen King’s The Mist.  I had my big rubber boots on so I got to wander into the water and onto the sandbars.  It was wonderful.

I was able to wander close to 50' into the water and explore the sandbars and shallow waters for quite a way.

I was able to wander close to 50′ into the water and explore the sandbars and shallow waters for quite a way.

It was warm enough I was in a t-shirt and jeans.  Hard to believe for the 6th of October.

It was warm enough I was in a t-shirt and jeans. Hard to believe for the 6th of October.

It’s days like that, days where I get to go to the beach and hang out with The Boyfriend just wandering around looking at the awesomeness that is Mother Earth, that I get to thinking about how blessed I am.  I posted this on my personal facebook the night before my birthday:

On this, the last day of my thirties, I found myself cursing the fact that I am unable to speak. Not to mention how much it hurts to swallow.

Then I started to think…

I am blessed beyond measure.

I have the love of not one, but TWO men who do so with great passion and who also accept me, all of me, without reservation.

I have two beautiful, brilliant children.

I have an amazing circle of friends and family who love me and support me. Including an ex-husband I actually get along with and count as one of my best friends. Most of the time

I can’t say I have my health, but I can say it’s not as bad as it could be. I can still walk. I may have had to learn about new things I can do that I love but I can do those things, happily. And I can still smile.

All in all, I am very happy with my life and I will step into the next chapter with no fear and no angst. Life is what I will make it, with the help of those who love me best.

I was sick the Thursday before my birthday and it tore up my throat.  I was very angry about it.  Still though, I managed to see all that good in my life.  I couldn’t see the positive in the being sick or the sore throat but I decided to look beyond that…. and look what I found.  


It’s Thanksgiving weekend in Canada and I am definitely thankful for all I have.

While I was on my walk I noticed some snails.  I have loved snails since I was a kid.  I can’t stand them on me anymore but they are fascinating.  Slugs with decorated spiral shells.   Their shells grow as they do; the shell is a part of them, like an arm or a leg.  Those deceptively simple little creatures can be hugely destructive.  Nevertheless, I love they way they look.  Especially like this…

Laboriously climbing the rail up the stairs from the beach.  The slick rusty rail must've been a huge challenge.

Laboriously climbing the rail up the stairs from the beach. The slick rusty rail must’ve been a huge challenge.

This one is on the side of the bench halfway up the stairs.  I named him Snerd.  Don't know why.  *laughs*

This one is on the side of the bench halfway up the stairs. I named him Snerd. Don’t know why. *laughs*

I love the colours and the curves in this picture.  It's all so... earthy and inviting.

I love the colours and the curves in this picture. It’s all so… earthy and inviting.

The cat and I are out on the deck (Mr. I’m an Indoor Cat But I Have to Chase the Falling Leaves is leashed to the deck) and it’s a glorious fall day.  I might be alone this weekend but I am still thankful for all I have.  

Have a fantastic weekend, whether it’s short or long, and count your blessings!