I have finally uploaded the first installment of my series onto the Channillo website. It is available for your reading pleasure. Check it out, subscribe to my page, and follow the adventurous tale of Leven Murdock!
I got some good news today. I applied at Channillo to write a series and publish each installment online and they accepted my application. It should be a good way to get my name out there and also bring in some new readers. My plan is to get the account and everything set up this weekend and hopefully have the first installment of my series out within the next week or so. I have a book I’ve been sitting on that would be perfect to break it down chapter by chapter for this occasion.
Let’s hope my year keeps going down this nice track!
I love loving in Iowa. It provides an ample supply of beautiful landscapes and an endless supply of corn and all things corn related. My family is here. My friends are here. And, most importantly, I can write to my heart’s content here.
The one thing about Iowa or the Midwest in general, is the damn weather. If it would make up its mind instead of fluctuating everyday of the week, we might get somewhere. Sure, it’s warmer today than it has been in a while, but it’s supposed to get cold and snowy again by the end of the week. No wonder my husband wants to move south to avoid the constant shifts in temperature and the relentless amount of snow.
But, as I’ve mentioned, I love it here. For some, unknown reason, I can’t see myself living anywhere else. Unless I hit the lottery and buy myself an island. That’s a fantasy for another day.
This year has not started out so great. My hopes were high for things to go good. In the first week, something bad happened and I knew it was going downhill from there.
Our dog, Baer, of almost twelve years old, went through his third surgery procedure to get a tumor removed again. His first night home wasn’t great and we had to rush him back to the vet the next morning. He started showing signs of doggie dementia, but after three weeks he was starting to come out of it.
Then, out of nowhere, last Thursday he gets real sick. He wasn’t eating and refused his snacks which was not like him at all. I begged him to pull through and be there Friday morning when I woke up and the stubborn dog didn’t listen. He passed in his sleep early Friday morning.
I’ve dealt with losing a pet before, but something about losing Baer was worse. He was my big baby. I looked forward to going home to see his goofy face and take care of him. It’s weird not waking up in the middle of the night to his raspy, maniacal breathing that told us he needed to go potty.
We’ll get another pup at some point in the future, but getting over Baer will take some time. He was a great dog. As my husband puts it, Baer was the best worst dog on the planet. We’ll love and miss him until the end of time, but I know he’s up there in doggie heaven rolling around in mounds of dog treats and toys.
We got a bit of a snowstorm over the weekend. The roads are slick and the temperature is close to zero. About two inches fell, but the snow drifts are deeper.
I remember as a kid how much I loved going out in the snow to play. We’d go sledding and have snowball fights and build snowmen. We attempted to build an igloo one year and it failed miserably. I could say I miss the days when I enjoyed this weather, but it would be a lie.
I don’t know what happened between my childhood years and adulthood to make me hate the cold weather and snow as much as I do. I find myself yearning for longer days and warmer nights. I can’t wait to go outside and not worry about freezing or dressing in a million layers to keep warm.
Spring will come soon. The grass will be green again. The seasons will go through their changes and in a year from now I’ll complain about the same cold and the same snow. It’s a never ending cycle, doomed to repeat itself until the end of time.
I hope everyone had a great Christmas or Hanukkah or Kwanzaa or just a great holiday season in general. There are too many holiday traditions to count, but I hope it was great all around the board.
I, for one, am kind of glad the holidays are coming to an end. Although I love spending time with family and seeing the delight on my nieces’ and nephews’ faces, the end of the holiday season means it’s that much closer to warmer weather. I’m a summer kind of gal and I am more than ready for this single digit temperature and the snow to disappear.
It’s Monday again. Time for a new week in the bitter cold of almost winter. I’m ready for spring and warm weather already. Who isn’t?
I think I’ve turned into one of those writers who is working on more than one project at a time. I don’t know why, but I keep switching back and forth between three stories. I have three different note books by my keyboard on my desk for each project’s outline and special character traits.
I wish I could focus on just one, but there’s no fun in that!
Today, I’m going to keep it short and sweet and to the point. I’m hungry and I’m stuck working through my lunch. I’d rather be home writing, but unfortunately that won’t pay the bills yet. Maybe someday, but not today.
I’m sitting at work and the phone rings. It happens to be one of my favorite customers calling. He asks if I’m still writing and the answer is “Of course!” Who would I be if I stopped doing what I love? I’d be an insane person trapped inside a pretty wrapper, clawing to get out. It doesn’t sound like much fun in my opinion.
I always beam when talking to people about my books. It’s fun to see their reaction, especially when talking about my zombie and vampire trilogy, The Human Race. It’s even greater when I talk about my current projects or plans for the future. They’re so positive and happy to hear that I’m doing what I love doing and that I’m not going to give up.
No matter where life takes us or what we have to go through, giving up shouldn’t even be on our minds. We should only think about pushing forward.
Good morning world!
I recently went back to an older project I almost forgot about. I wrote it two years ago and set it aside because I didn’t have the perfect ending for it at the time. I’m a little fuzzy about why I never went back to finish it, but I’m actually glad I didn’t. Going back to it now gave me the inspiration to come up with a great ending. I’ll have to change a few things to make it work, but it will all be for the best.
This new/old work in progress is closer to the science-fiction, action side of things–much like most of my projects. We’ll follow an eighteen year old girl as she’s kidnapped, forced to be an experiment in a madman’s demented plans, and it will all lead to an ending that will bring about a series. I obviously can’t give away too much since this one is so fresh.
Also, on a side note, I finally got on Twitter. After all these years, someone talked me into it. I use it solely for my writing and to connect with other authors. Feel free to follow me @TRJustus11 and have a great day!