These last few months have been one wild ride. Two complete emotional rollercoasters on top of the one I am already riding. My family has been put through so much, it has made me realize how strong we are. Within a year's time I've had three deaths, first was Davey who I honestly still can't go a day without thinking about, then my cousin Amanda gone from us much too soon, and then my beautiful little Niece J'Lynn who decided to surprise the entire family with her presence and bind us further together with her passing. So many ups and downs, twists and turns. Most days I'm too tired to even bother about getting off, I just concentrate about holding on and not falling.
I've made steps, little by little, that feel like I'm slowly making the crazy rollercoaster ride my own design, but life is still determined to throw its own loops in of course.
I've started college, a monumental step for me, considering everything I've done in the past decade. I finally found something that I could enjoy doing for the rest of my life. And let me tell you, pulling three classes a semester, plus 40+ hours a week and trying to raise my two kiddos to the best of my ability is draining. But I'm tired of just living, just existing. Its time to live for something that is meaning full and not just counting down the hours until the end of the day while dreading the day to come.
I finally feel like I'm heading in the right direction, one of my choosing. Not a choice someone else made for me, or that someone else pressured me into, or that I pressured myself into because I "believed" it was what everyone expected of me. I know the next few years are going to be hard and I know there will be times that I will want to pull my hair out and give up, but I won't. I am my mother's daughter after all.
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Monday, May 14, 2012
Glee
Well the past month or so has been crazy beyond belief. My daughter had her tonsils taken out recently, tons of work and getting ready for the last few weeks of school and then the kiddos go to their dad's for the summer. I've gotten a bit done, not a whole lot, but enough to get things rolling. Currently working on chapter 28 and honestly I see this chapter being worked on some after its all said and done, but we will see what the editor's think.
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Progress!
Well needless to say I've been a busybody. Between fulltime work, parttime work and two kids, it doesn't leave you with a whole lot of free time. But...I have made some encouraging progress! Thanks to my brother Jonathan, I changed up my formatting and it jumped from seven chapters to twenty-seven chapters! Over ninety pages and a 22k+ word count! I also had a couple people read the new revision to see if it was easier to read and not as cramped and low and behold I get told I have a dead person walking around that I have to go kill again, or at least make sure they stay dead ;) I'm sooo close to getting Part II started!!
And here is a new piece of art done by Ms. Samantha Nowak, who can be found at Her deviantArt account or her Personal Site! Yes I know it is in a cartoon style, but I like have the visual references for myself. The above couple, are siblings Saorla and Lasair.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
:)
Ok I know it wasn't that long since my last post, but I still have to squee! I finished Thal's part of Chapter seven and something kept tripping me up, and I knew if it tripped me up, then of the havoc it would reak on my poor reader's minds, so I had to go back and fix dates and timeline, but its much better now! And boy can I say there is a TON that happens in a day's time. Ok well back to work now! ;)
Progress
Well its nice to see that some people are interested, gotta love pageview counters. :)
I didn't get a whole lot dont yesterday, crazy workschedule and all, but I did get some more done on Chapter 7. Debating on how I want to end one particular scene, might as well write it both ways and then decide which is better. I'm excited to finally have the juices flowing again and the words coming out. I do have a highly personal stake/reason in this book, and I will get it finished one word at a time.
But in the meantime I'm going to leave you with an excerpt from the prologue.
"The lone woman walked across land that wept with blood from the devastation that had taken place mere days before. Her waist-length, black hair flowed behind her as she moved. Brilliant, sapphire blue eyes surveyed the destruction. The pitch black crow sat regally on her shoulder.
The residents of the isle of Erinn, later to be known as Ireland, knew her as the Goddess Morrigan. She was the Goddess of war, Magick, Fertility and Strife. She was called the Great Mother at times and at others she appeared in one of her triple forms; the Maiden, the Mother, or the Crone. She chose and guided the souls of those who died in battle to the Summerlands, where they could find rest before returning to this world. She had lovers and children; but being part mortal they tended to grow and die in the blink of an eye.
Even a Goddess could grow lonely.
The current battlefield had been cleared of the souls and very little was left to cover the land that was still stained red. Pavilions had been razed and burned to the ground; animals lay dead in their surrounds. Life was almost gone from what was once a thriving village.
One of her many siblings possessed the gift of prophecy. And being a Goddess herself had been vague the last time they had spoken, if only for the pure amusement of it. She had sent Morrigan to this village with the promise that if Morrigan could accept the price of what she could receive then she would know what her sister had seen in the Fires of Fate. So Morrigan, her own curiosity peaked, had come.
The crow cawed in her ear, his head tilting as he ruffled his feathers. “Easy Kaenir,” she said her voice husky and rich. “You have done well dear one.”
Something pulled at her as she walked thru the village, sending the lingering warriors’ souls to rest. It pulled at her in a way that hinted of joy, longing, fulfillment, but also of pain, death and suffering.
That Something pulled her toward a pavilion towards the edge of the forest, partially hidden by the trees. Life was inside, pure life. No corruption, bitterness or hatred dwelt in the souls inside. She wanted those inside with every fiber of her being. She would be Mother, Teacher, and Mentor.
Words formed in her mind as she stared at the outside of the pavilion. “If you take them and claim them as yours, you will be completed in body and soul. But if you claim them the Chain of Erinn will break and must be re-forged. The choice is yours, Morrigan. Claim them, and the Prophecy an Slabhra will come to you.”
It was Lugh’s voice. He was one of the male gods and one of her former lovers. She paused for only a moment before entering the pavilion, using her Magick to break the protective circle that had been cast by the now deceased druids. Inside were thirty dirty, mostly frightened, youths of varying ages.
“I am the Goddess Morrigan. From now on you shall call me mother,” she said, her voice calm and comforting. The thirty adolescents, fifteen male and fifteen female, looked up at her. She looked different than the people they had known before, more otherworldly. The bloody battle that lay around them had left them all orphans. Everything they had known was gone.
Morrigan looked at the children lovingly for what she said was now true, these children were now hers. Soon they would come to understand what that meant. She rose and started to walk knowing they would follow her. Mists slowly crept towards them licking at their ankles before completely surrounding them, leaving them momentarily sightless. Gasps and whimpers of fear could be heard as they kept trudging close to one another.
In the time it took to take eight full breaths, the fog cleared as if parted like the Red Sea. In front of them stood The Morrigan, the blue and black hues of her dress shifting with the wind, as she watched them with an amused twinkle in their sapphire depths. They looked around. The land was very different than the home that they had known; rich green grass swaying in the wind, a thick elegant forest behind them. Crystal blue waves beat against the rocky cliffs far in front of them. They felt safe."
Chapter Count: 7/30ish
Word Count: 22,070/100,000ish
I didn't get a whole lot dont yesterday, crazy workschedule and all, but I did get some more done on Chapter 7. Debating on how I want to end one particular scene, might as well write it both ways and then decide which is better. I'm excited to finally have the juices flowing again and the words coming out. I do have a highly personal stake/reason in this book, and I will get it finished one word at a time.
But in the meantime I'm going to leave you with an excerpt from the prologue.
"The lone woman walked across land that wept with blood from the devastation that had taken place mere days before. Her waist-length, black hair flowed behind her as she moved. Brilliant, sapphire blue eyes surveyed the destruction. The pitch black crow sat regally on her shoulder.
The residents of the isle of Erinn, later to be known as Ireland, knew her as the Goddess Morrigan. She was the Goddess of war, Magick, Fertility and Strife. She was called the Great Mother at times and at others she appeared in one of her triple forms; the Maiden, the Mother, or the Crone. She chose and guided the souls of those who died in battle to the Summerlands, where they could find rest before returning to this world. She had lovers and children; but being part mortal they tended to grow and die in the blink of an eye.
Even a Goddess could grow lonely.
The current battlefield had been cleared of the souls and very little was left to cover the land that was still stained red. Pavilions had been razed and burned to the ground; animals lay dead in their surrounds. Life was almost gone from what was once a thriving village.
One of her many siblings possessed the gift of prophecy. And being a Goddess herself had been vague the last time they had spoken, if only for the pure amusement of it. She had sent Morrigan to this village with the promise that if Morrigan could accept the price of what she could receive then she would know what her sister had seen in the Fires of Fate. So Morrigan, her own curiosity peaked, had come.
The crow cawed in her ear, his head tilting as he ruffled his feathers. “Easy Kaenir,” she said her voice husky and rich. “You have done well dear one.”
Something pulled at her as she walked thru the village, sending the lingering warriors’ souls to rest. It pulled at her in a way that hinted of joy, longing, fulfillment, but also of pain, death and suffering.
That Something pulled her toward a pavilion towards the edge of the forest, partially hidden by the trees. Life was inside, pure life. No corruption, bitterness or hatred dwelt in the souls inside. She wanted those inside with every fiber of her being. She would be Mother, Teacher, and Mentor.
Words formed in her mind as she stared at the outside of the pavilion. “If you take them and claim them as yours, you will be completed in body and soul. But if you claim them the Chain of Erinn will break and must be re-forged. The choice is yours, Morrigan. Claim them, and the Prophecy an Slabhra will come to you.”
It was Lugh’s voice. He was one of the male gods and one of her former lovers. She paused for only a moment before entering the pavilion, using her Magick to break the protective circle that had been cast by the now deceased druids. Inside were thirty dirty, mostly frightened, youths of varying ages.
“I am the Goddess Morrigan. From now on you shall call me mother,” she said, her voice calm and comforting. The thirty adolescents, fifteen male and fifteen female, looked up at her. She looked different than the people they had known before, more otherworldly. The bloody battle that lay around them had left them all orphans. Everything they had known was gone.
Morrigan looked at the children lovingly for what she said was now true, these children were now hers. Soon they would come to understand what that meant. She rose and started to walk knowing they would follow her. Mists slowly crept towards them licking at their ankles before completely surrounding them, leaving them momentarily sightless. Gasps and whimpers of fear could be heard as they kept trudging close to one another.
In the time it took to take eight full breaths, the fog cleared as if parted like the Red Sea. In front of them stood The Morrigan, the blue and black hues of her dress shifting with the wind, as she watched them with an amused twinkle in their sapphire depths. They looked around. The land was very different than the home that they had known; rich green grass swaying in the wind, a thick elegant forest behind them. Crystal blue waves beat against the rocky cliffs far in front of them. They felt safe."
Chapter Count: 7/30ish
Word Count: 22,070/100,000ish
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Welcome!
Welcome everyone! This is going to be the start of a new adventure for me. I'm going to share with you all about my new book I've been working on, maybe get some feedback. I'll post updates as often as I can.
Well to start: the series is called The Legacy of the Goddess, and the first book hopefully will be title "The Fall of Pride". I've actually had someone do a coverart for the book, here's a teaser of it...
Some background info for the series: let's see, I have done over a year's worth of research for the books, I like to be as accurate as I can when I play with history. The first book is set in 1543, Tudor England/Ireland. King Henry VIII has only a few years left before he passes away and his son Edward takes the throne. But I digress, for the story is centered around Celtic Mythology, primarily the Goddess Morrigan and how She created a long-lived race of beings, namely to keep her company throughout the ages, but their main purpose evolves into protecting the essence of Ireland and the Old Ways. But as with all empires throughout history, invaders, war and death reduce their numbers and way of life until they are almost extinct. But there is a Prophecy that these warriors will see fulfilled.
Current Status: I've hit over a 22k word count!
Well to start: the series is called The Legacy of the Goddess, and the first book hopefully will be title "The Fall of Pride". I've actually had someone do a coverart for the book, here's a teaser of it...
Current Status: I've hit over a 22k word count!
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