Monthly Archives: July 2014

Kindle Unlimited

Have you been on Amazon lately? I have. Not only did I buy myself a Chromebook so I can write when at work. I haven’t figured out how to right click on it but I have a super crappy wired mouse that I throw in my bag with it. While looking at some used iPod’s for work, I stumbled upon Amazon’s new Kindle Unlimited. It’s $9.99 per month (after the first 30 days as a free trial) but you basically get to read unlimited books for free. You can only ‘check out’ 10 at a time, but I mean, if you read one a day (totally possible) that’s 30 books for free per month. And not just crappy books, either.

Right now I am reading two different books (one on the pc and one on the phone). I’ll try to get a review here when I’m done.

But seriously. Check it out!


If you follow the blog, you know that I’m considering some changes to the way my story flows, especially concerning the world in which my story takes place. While I am not starting over completely, I am reworking what I already have. Today, I reworked the prologue, which involved some of the new rules of my alternate reality. Because of this, I am sharing the old prologue with you. I do hope you enjoy!

With this prologue, I will introduce to you the character of Lady Eleanor Hadleigh, Countess of Hadleigh. Widow of Lord Arthur Samuel Fisher, the Earl of Hadleigh. Some of the addresses are wrong in this part, but that’s what editing is for, eh?


Hadleigh Manor

Hadleigh, Suffolk, Britain

23 September, 1799


“I truly am sorry my lady, but you must see that this request is highly unusual,” the lawyer stated as he shifted nervously in the worn leather chair in front of the earl’s massive oak desk. His dirty, graying hair fell over eyes widened in shock at the thought of working for the person in front of him.

“Yes, perhaps it is. Nevertheless, it will be done. Whether you help me, or whether another lawyer helps resolve this issue; well, it matters very little to me. The Rigsby Firm has earned a lot of money from this family, but that does not mean I am forced to continue this relationship. I will get my way in this.” Seated behind the desk that had been her husband’s, the dowager Countess of Hadleigh set her icy gaze upon the older gentleman, knowing he would soon look away. She had perfected that glare at the knees of her father, one of the most feared dukes in the land; mimicry was just one of those innate abilities she had always had.

“But they are bastards, your grace. And all girls,” the last bit was said with a shudder, as if the innocent children had asked for either condition. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, John Rigsby wished he could inhale them, erase them from the very air. The air that now crackled with anger.

“Ah yes, there is that, they are bastards, John, and female bastards at that. Neither of which matter in the slightest. Those children are in danger. Will you be helping me, or no?” This was asked as the dowager countess gracefully stood up, the bulge of her stomach not hindering her in anyway.

“From the information I have received, the only danger to those children is you,” John Rigsby was not sure what suddenly gave him the nerve to speak so rudely to the woman ushering him from her home, but his spine was suddenly erect, and he looked her straight in the eye.

Not so much as a blink. Not a twinge. There was absolutely nothing in the amber eyes staring at him. No embarrassment, no anger; no emotion of any kind.

“Your information is flawed, Mr. Rigsby. Archibald Wilkins will be here Tuesday next. If you do not wish to sully your hands by working for a female, then consider our relationship severed as of now. If however, you wish to continue working for the Hadleigh family, bring me the papers and those children tomorrow morning.” With that command, Eleanor Hadleigh swept from the room, nodding an indication to show the attorney out to a passing footman.


Ugh… What have I gotten myself into?

So… I have been thinking about how the magics of my world are going to work within the confines of Victorian England. And the answer? Clearly I didn’t spend enough time on world-building.

Which means back to the drawing board. And possibly re-writing everything I have written before. It’s work; hard work. But I do believe it will make for a stronger book.

I do believe I was headed back to the drawing board anyway: I’ve been doing a lot of writing from the point of view of/about the bad guy. The further in I get, the less I want it included. It’s great so that I know what’s going on in the background, but not so much as part of the work itself.

So. Back to the drawing board.

Sunday Writing Prompts

What? Is she serious? Another writing prompt after all this time?

Oh yes. I am serious. Very much so. You see, I haven’t needed the writing prompts all that much since switching my perspectives. This does not mean that the words are just flowing with no cap; I absolutely still encounter bumps and bruises, but still – I’m not really needing those prompts.

And then last night, while working on my Epiphany inspired scene, I came across a stumbling block. And not the kind I am used to either. You know the one – the words just shrivel up and die; they no longer flow. No, this one came in the form of a fork in the road. My scene can be written two different ways, and I’m not sure which is better.

What would you do in a case such as this?

Do you freak out and stop? Do you maybe bang your head against the wall in frustration? Those are both viable options, and certainly choices I would have exercised previously. Today, however, I choose the more logical path: write both scenes and use the one which feels more natural.

So that is my Sunday Writing Prompt – write this scene from both points. It is not something that will be finished today, but I’ll share the discarded one when I’m figure it out. Or, perhaps a snippet of both.



Don’t you just hate when you get that epiphany in the middle of the night? Well, I recently had an epiphany about a necessary scene/piece of action that did not present itself at the time of outlining, but rather after writing the scene that will come before it.

The scene is necessary to me because it connects the scene prior and the scene after, so I am not sure how I missed it while creating the outline. And, while I was struggling to figure out the steps from prior to after, this scene has created that bridge flawlessly.


(moving on…)

I’ve always loved those little Post-It tabs, but they weren’t perfect. Upon starting my new job, I found something even better – Post-It flags. The part that goes on the paper is clear, so it will not obscure any print there. Right now I’m using it to differentiate between chapters and notate places where I need to make changes or fill in more information.

(Yes, I’m a fan of my supplies. I cannot wait to get a real office set up!!)

Aside from that, I’ve reached a word count of 6,730. That seems crazy to me. I never thought I’d get this far and now I know I’ll be able to get 70,000 more if I want.

I was totally heartbroken to learn of the passing of Tommy Ramone yesterday. The Ramones are my all-time favorite band. Chris and I danced our first dance together to Baby, I love You by The Ramones. No one can ever compare.


And now, back to my regularly scheduled program of a CSI marathon.


Before I bid you good night

Last night, I posted from my phone. My phone is crap. It took forever to write the 100 (or so) word post, and then I thought I was going to lose the post before it saved because the POST button actually disappeared. Yes, completely. I almost cried.

Tonight, I am extremely tired but I wanted to report PROGRESS before saying good night. If you follow my Facebook page (and if not, you should) then you know that earlier today, I posted a rudimentary mapping of the majority of my story world. Not the over-all world, but rather the town where the majority of the story takes place. I say rudimentary because I am not done – that was a rough idea to keep the thoughts in focus. Tomorrow, I will try to finish it up. The goal is to finish the mapping and then get it onto a poster board for the wall.

I also need to finalize the rules of my ever-so-slightly alternate reality. But first, I have to decide – is magick well-known and fairly well-accepted, or is it still hidden, arcane? Yes, you’re right – hidden and arcane. Well-known and well-accepted make it mundane, lol.

And now, I’m about to pass out. Kisses!

Thoughts and Ruminations

OK, so perhaps that is a tad redundant. Perhaps not. I’ve thought my world-building done. But I’ve realized that I’m still not fond of Victorian England. Love the fashions and style, but I don’t want to write about it. Know what I do want to write about? The 20s. The stinking roaring 20s. But I don’t think my story fits there. It belongs in the 1800s.

So on I sludge. Bit I definitely have more world-building to do. And so, I dedicate this next week to that. Shall I share my progress?