I used to work in Waco. But it’s a mess here too near Houston.
Texas is under snow and ice! And a lot of other places in the south that normally aren’t either. Electric outages all over. Rolling blackouts. Water isn’t being pumped to some homes.
I’m afraid my sprinkler system probably broke, despite trying to weatherproof it. And my kitchen sink pipes froze last night. So I’m hair drying it, trying to unfreeze it, hoping I don’t have a flood of water like I did in Oklahoma one time. And the worst? It was Christmas Day. I had to have a friend turn off the water for me because it was frozen and I couldn’t budge it, and when the plumbers came the next day, they found termite towers in the wall behind the plumbing they had to repair. Talk about costly!!!
Anyway, still frozen, still writing tons and rewriting tons and moving stuff around in White Wolf. It will be a mess for a while, but it’s getting better. I’m up to chapter 7-8 and those are mostly like I want them. 15 chapters to revise, rewrite, move around. 🙂 But it’s getting there!
Now if I can only unfreeze my kitchen pipe and hope I don’t have a crack in it!
Stay safe and if you’re in the middle of this Polar Vortex–we haven’t had this kind of cold since 1985–stay warm the best you can!
I’m so excited! I know to go by gut extinct and something was totally off on the story. The story is there–for White Wolf–but I was taking it in a different direction and there was no real conflict. I was thinking I’d have to write the WHOLE book, starting from scratch, and the time is ticking away. Not only do I have an April 1st deadline, but a new grandbaby coming–a drive-thru baby shower to host (hope it warms up by then), and a birthday party (family only) for my granddaughter to attend. We’re going to the zoo while the kids are in school and we’ll be wearing masks. But I started rethinking the beginning of the book, and then, voila! I had it, by jove! It was there all the time, but I just had to take a different direction to start the book.
Yesterday, I ended up writing 8200 words in the book. I removed the prologue, though if it were an indie book, I’d leave it, but so that my editor doesn’t take it out, I removed it.
So I’m at 84K on the book. I normally have to have a minimum of 80K, and I’m still writing the opening–another 400 words this morning in a few minutes, which makes the book 85K now. And I’m still writing the new beginning and I am excited about it. But I’m going to have to do a lot of rewrites to the rest of the book. And that’s okay. It’s easier to work with something that is there than something that is not. A lot of the scenes I love. I just needed to start with a different opening and now rewrite them to fit with the new opening.
It’s great. I love it. I hope my readers do too!
Have a super great day and I hope I can really make a dent in the rewrites in the next few days. I need to finish this baby up in the next few days.
My sweet little granddaughter brought me a chocolate bear holding a heart for Valentine’s and I told her sharing was–
And she responded with… “caring!”
And so that’s what I did. After lunch, we shared just a piece of it, and next week we will have some more. She had wanted the whole heart. She would have been on a sugar high. No way. lol
So we got our hugs in, though we do all the time anyway. I hugged her for giving me the Valentine’s chocolate and she gave me a hug for sharing it with her.
Everyone needs hugs.
Years ago, we had a friend who said that his parents were both alcoholics, and so was he. He said the best memories he had was getting a hug from an aunt, because there was no love in his family. His father was extremely abusive.
My dad had horrible parents too–and his favorite memory was of sleeping with his grandmother and cousin in her big bed in winter in an old farmhouse where the two little boys had been dumped. He was mostly in orphanages with his sister, three years older than him, and they couldn’t even touch each other through the fence or they would be whipped. So he remembered how cuddling with his grandmother was one of his greatest joys. My dad was a great hugger.
So even if you don’t have anything else to give, offer a smile and a hug. Show someone you really do care. Share the love.
And speaking of which–distance, wear a mask, and when we can finally get one, vaccinate so sharing won’t mean giving someone a deadly virus!
And Happy Valentine’s Day the whole wide world ’round! Stay safe!
It’s not really like that here, but it feels like it, minus the snow! It’s pretty, don’t you think? As long as you don’t have to be the one shoveling sidewalks.
It’s cold out! I know not like north cold but the polar vortex has slammed into us and is going to be around for a week. We usually don’t get much below 29 degrees. But it’s going to be 10 and we might have snow. The last time it got this cold in the Houston area was back in 1989.
I always try to get plants that can survive around -10, but I do have some tropical hibiscus and other plants that are more vulnerable below freezing. I remember years ago that my mother lost all her oleanders to a hard freeze. I lost evergreen shrubs in Oklahoma that were 27 years old to a frigid cold snap.
So fingers crossed I won’t lose a lot of vegetation over this. I tend to believe if I try something and it doesn’t work for all my weird weather–too much rain, not enough rain, way too hot, way too cold, it doesn’t belong in the garden. The problem is the weeds do great in every kind of weather. lol
Hope you all have great plans for the weekend!
I’m working on edits on Saving the White Cougar and Primal Desire and I think I might rework the opening of White Wolf since I need more of a dramatic plot situation. And I’m up to 20K+ on Angel Fae.
Okay, it’s time to get to work!
Hope you all have a lovely day! I’m going to try and stay warm!
It’s Friday! TGIF! My granddaughter was having her Valentine’s party at school so that means grandma doesn’t have to pick her up and that means??? No errands to run, no going anywhere in the cold and that means writing, editing, writing, editing and maybe playing with a photo or two.
I need to move some scenes around in white wolf and that’s always a mini disaster because I always leave ghosts of Christmases past, or just bits and pieces of storyline that no longer are in the right place. I’ve also been changing names like crazy and that always gets me in trouble. But I had to because some were too similar to others. *sigh* And it’s hard for readers to keep up with all the names. But I will have missed some because though Find and Replace is my friend, I often slip when I’m writing a name that can be spelled differently, and miss those on Find and Replace. And I had the characters eating pizza 3 times in the story. I think I’ve been craving pizza!
I keep thinking the next story needs to be of two wolves stranded on a desert isle so there are just 2 names in the whole story. Just 2. I should be able to keep them straight then.
You know how you see something and you just wonder–why?
When I moved to Spring, I looked at new homes that didn’t have sidewalks. All the other developments did. That was one thing I wanted. For years, I’ve lived in farm country and I finally have to live in a city, and I wanted sidewalks! Walking along the road in Crawford, or running two miles when I had to prepare for my Army pt test, was just dangerous! I was always afraid I was going to be hit by some terror tearing down the road, hurrying to get somewhere. I remember how my brother-in-law ended up getting run off a country road when he was in the Army, running for the same reason as I had to, and ended up breaking his ankle.
When I was a kid, I loved sidewalks. We made hopscotch with chalk, roller skated, walked, ran, biked, and went to the park about a mile away–walking on sidewalks. I remember them fondly. So when the Realtor was really pushing these homes without sidewalks, and how they were next to these really fancy-pants, expensive homes which would make my new home even more desirable at resale, I said, “Where are the sidewalks? All the new developments have them. But this one doesn’t.” So no, and it was a lot farther away from my daughter’s home. I couldn’t have walked to her place. There was no clubhouse there. No pool. No amenities. One little pond. Little.
Where I am now has several ponds within walking distance, fountains, trails all over. It’s a walker’s paradise. And water birds frequent the ponds so I love to take pictures of them. There’s even a lake that I could walk to. Two playgrounds, two pools.
So when I see moms pushing their infants around on the streets, I’m like why are you doing this?????
We have sidewalks!
And this was way before COVID so it’s not like they’re trying to avoid anyone. No one on the sidewalks anyway. The chance that someone would drive up over the grass to reach the sidewalk is much less likely than a car hitting someone walking a stroller on the street! And I see the same thing with people walking their kids on the street.
I want to point out the sidewalks and say–That’s for people to walk on. Streets are for vehicles.
If they don’t want to use sidewalks they should have bought in the residences that don’t want to pay the cost of putting them in in the first place. I noticed that they’ve extended our walkways along the main road to another development, and I’m hoping they do that all along the road until it reaches the businesses so people can get out and walk, get some exercise, abandon their cars, but walk safely all the way to the shopping centers.
Trails and sidewalks for a better tomorrow.
Okay, last night was storm night. I crate my dogs. Tanner loves it. He feels lost without going to his bed, and often he’ll go in there during the day. But Max wants to stay with me, so I let him. He didn’t want to go to bed last night, so I left him out. It was as if he knew a storm was coming. Before I even heard thunder, he was having a fit, so I put him in his bed and covered it with a blanket finally and he settled down. Finally. It was awful. Thunder, pouring rain. I like it, but he was terrified. And I couldn’t sleep because of either. *sigh*
So little one and I are going to have a long day, I’m afraid.
I had to call another electrician. Hopefully, this one will fix my circuit breaker issues! I have two different circuit breakers for the kitchen outlets and both keep tripping. I’m in the middle of slow cooking food and it cuts off, and I have no idea how long it’s been cooking. That happened to me twice yesterday. And it’s out again. The other guy didn’t do anything. Hopefully this guy will.
I’d had the same trouble with the washer/dryer circuit breaker, they changed it out–different electrician–and no more issues for 5 years. *sigh*
It’s time to get ready for the young-un’ to arrive. The temperature has dropped 30 degrees and I’m cold. But it’s going to get colder. Even a chance for a wintry mix. And Monday–30 degree high and 14 degree low, unheard of for the Houston area since I’ve been here!!! Brrr. Our homes and clothes and plants aren’t winter worthy for that kind of cold. At least little one and I had a long, long couple of walks yesterday!
Okay, I’m off to write! Have a super great day. And stay safe! I noticed in the news the Covid rates are going down because of vaccinations, mask wearing and social distancing. Keep up the good work!
I’m having fun with Angel Fae, still plugging along on White Wolf, started a beef brisket in the slow-cooker and have little one here all day today and tomorrow. We have warm weather today, so I’m going to try and get her out to walk with me. When I pick her up every afternoon on the days I don’t have her all day, I ask what animal she’s learned about at preschool. “I don’t know.”
So we pick an animal to look up and the one was a fox, and listened to the strange sounds they make. Then it always turns into, “I want to see rainbow…horses.” So we look at rainbow horses–beautifully photoshopped or hand-drawn creations, then we see owls that someone has created, and they’re beautiful. And the Awwwwwwing goes on all over again, until Mommy comes to pick her up.
But today is a full day until 6 so we will pick an animal and learn all we can about it–but I suspect, just, you know, off the top of my head, it will turn into a rainbow animal and well, that’s fun too.
We watched how to draw one of her fun little My Little Ponies, and so maybe someday, she will be able to draw and paint like my parents did. My dad was also into photography.
Me? I love photography and creating digital art through textures and such. I wish I could create the adorable owls that the one lady did, but I just don’t seem to have it in me.
So hope you have a beautiful day. We have 2 nice days, and then the weather is going to turn bitterly cold. Snow even, maybe, on Monday, which is so unusual for the Houston area! Flowers are out, leaves are coming out!
I had fun doing a library video conference last night at the Buchanan County Public Library, hosted by the lovely Teresa Matney and including Kate Douglas, Beverly Jenkins, and Melanie James and me! We had a great time! Thanks to everyone who showed up and asked questions!
I’ve been editing White Wolf both last night and this morning, so typing changes first thing. I worked on Angel Fae last night after the conference.
So I got a note from my editor that she has removed my prologue in Jingle Bell Wolf because she doesn’t like prologues.
I disagree with her about prologues. I think they can be an important part of showing something that has shaped who the character is in real time. I oftentimes don’t write them in the beginning, but when I find myself referring to the incident over and over again that changed them forever, it’s TELLING. And if I have a prologue, it’s SHOWING. Then readers can feel that too. Telling doesn’t get the point across as well as showing.
Think of it this way–a person is terrified of flying. He was one of the few survivors of a plane crash. Telling. What if I show that in a prologue? Now it’s more real. We feel him. We feel his pain. We actually see what had happened to him and why he has the fear he has. Even in movies they often employ this.
Sure, if the prologue doesn’t have anything to do with the story, don’t have it. I remember reading a book where you think you’re reading about the main protagonist–and she’s murdered. What? Wait! I was all invested in the story in the prologue, waiting for her to get herself out of danger, or someone to rescue her, and now I have to figure out who the main character is again? You don’t learn that the killer is the father of the woman who is the main protagonist until about 3/4ths the way through the book. By that time, I’ve totally forgotten about the woman or her attacker in the prologue. So yeah, in that case, the prologue wasn’t needed. It just wasn’t relevant. Or the connection made so late in the story, by then it didn’t matter to me.
In any event, a prologue can be important. Will I leave this one out? I don’t know. I need to reread the story because taking one thing out can affect everything in a story. So I’ll have to make sure it will be okay.
So to my readers, if you enjoy an exciting prologue that shows a snippet of something that turned a characters life upside down, you will probably have to read them in my other books.
In the meantime, I’m off to edit and still trying to figure out some conflict for White Wolf! And it does have a prologue too, for the same reason I have one in Jingle Bell Wolf.
Peach rose in my garden! I love it because it can be pink or orange, or nearly white, or dark pink, or apricot all on one Knockout rosebush.
I’m excited to have finished Saving the White Cougar and Primal Desire and they’re out for beta reading. Or will be soon. But they’re done otherwise, yay!
So yesterday we watched the football game, had chicken wings and I haven’t had those in a long time, so they were good.
I finally went home and I worked on A United Shifter Christmas novella for the anthology with other shifter writers and have 1691 words. That’s at least a start while I try to figure out where I’m going with it. But sometimes I’ll just start writing about the character, some back story, some conflict, and then the rest starts to fall into place. In this one, he’s a homicide detective from previous stories who has discovered that shifters, both wolves and jaguars, exist. So he wants to be part of the team. He wants to be a wolf. The anthology is supposed to be about wolves, but I’ve had a request for more on the United Shifter Force, so figured this was a good way to tell his story that I might not ever have time to tell.
I also wrote on Angel Fae yesterday also and it is now at 10K. Yay! I usually write the teen books at about 50K+. So it’s well on its way to being a book.
I also worked on White Wolf, just editing, and I was looking up characterization sheets, story plot ideas, to see where to take it. It’s nearly the minimum of 80K. Some scenes I love! But I need some driving motivation to do something other than just mate the woman who freed him from her pack a few years back. 🙂 Also, I don’t think I ever really gave his backstory in previous books, except that he’d had a heart attack at 35. So I need to figure out some of that.
And that’s it! Today I have a library video chat I’m doing with fans, and I hope I don’t totally screw it up. lol I’ve never done one before!
Have a great day and I’m off to see what trouble I can get myself into–or really just my characters!
I’ve been up forever, but just now getting around to the blog. I’m lucky I don’t have to feed horses, chickens, goats, and clean out pens and stalls. It’s enough to have to feed ravenous birds and dogs and clean up after them. lol
I’m excited to say that I finished proofing Primal Desire! Yeah! So Saving the White Cougar and Primal Desire are done. Well….kind of. After my beta readers get to them, but I was thinking–and that ALWAYS gets me in trouble–but…did I have sufficient motivation for a vampire turning huntresses? Yes! I’ve got it, but that means writing some more, and that’s fine with me.
I love it when I realize BEFORE I publish something that the book needed just a little more…and so as soon as the blog is done, I’m off to write what I need to. And then the book will be done.
Then I’m back to trying to figure out how to salvage white wolf. It needs CONFLICT.
It will come to me. Just like the motivation came to me for Primal Desire this morning while I was trying to get myself out of bed and begin doing the usual chores first thing.
So conflict. I wracked my brains last night before falling asleep, trying to come up with something. Even thought of scrapping the whole book and writing something different. I have nearly 80,000 words, so I really don’t want to do that.
I just need to have a better motivation, goal, world upside down event to cement the story together.
In Primal Desire, there is so much going on, and great motivation, goals, world upside down. That’s what makes a fun story.
Okay, I’m off to finish this one little scene in Primal Desire and get back to slugging it out with white wolf. It’s there. I know it’s there…somewhere.