Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Pain, kids, construction, and deadlines

Most of you know I suffer from a chronic illness. The last week it kicked my ass. I don't mean like slapped me around a bit. No, I'm talking a real sweep-the-leg-Johnny, crane-kick-to-the-face, wax-on-wax-off complete with bad 80s hairband playing in the background old fashioned ass beating. *Shrugs* It happens from time to time, it still sucks though.

"Sweep the leg."

While I was dealing with this horrific shoulder pain --that wound up causing a baseball sized lump (not exaggerating here) on the back of my neck-- my husband was rewiring part of our foyer and living room. See, while we have the ceiling open to take care of the restructuring we figured it'd be smart to get rid of the knob and tube wiring and run copper.

I have to admit the knob and tube was run so beautifully.

With that construction comes torn up floors in our youngest's bedroom (we wanted to save what we originally thought was an original plaster medallion on the foyer ceiling so we opened the floor above to run the electrical through. So many projects in this house, so little time.

In amongst all that insanity I'm doing my damnedest to stay as close to a couple deadlines for my work as I can. I'm really excited to finish the novel I've been working on as well as introduce you to the next Bob novella. My muse has been kind this week and the writing has been flowing. Of course, I've also had a bit more time to write this week. It's the plus side of being unable to move much, I mean I can't do stairs, and that sucks, but I can still write so, woo hoo!

I am, honest!

While all this was happening the universe looked down on me and said, "No, still not enough stress. We better add more." It decided to give both kids a nasty cough and cold. Calgon, take me away, and don't bring me back for five, maybe six, days. But, wait, there's more! Along with the kids being sick our dog really injured his shoulder chasing the cat down the stairs. You'd think that'd learn him --as my old boss from B'ham would say-- but, no, Howie is still chasing the cat up and down stairs. Even if he has to limp fiercely the whole way.

What a 'ruff' life.

We've got him on some tranquilizers to keep him calm and resting so that he can heal up. There was nothing major wrong, just a bad sprain. I have a feeling this coming week is going to be a little better and I'm really looking forward to not only the projects I'm currently working on but some that I have scheduled for the future as well. One of them has got me so excited because I get to work with some of my most favorite people. I wish I could tell you more, muahahahahaha.

This year is bringing me a lot of amazing opportunity and I am so very grateful for it. I'm also pretty grateful for the people I have in my life that understand. I don't know what I would do without you folks.

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Blue hair, zombies, construction, and reconnections.

Well, let me start by saying that though 2015 is only thirteen days old it has brought a lot of amazing changes already. Firstly, I dyed my hair turquoise and blue because, well, why the hell not? It's something I've wanted to do for awhile and I finally decided to do it. I love it, it makes me smile. I tell you, smiling is so much more important than I ever realized. It doesn't just make you feel better but it also cheers up those around you. Smile more, people, it's good for you!

The second awesome thing that happened was the release party for my novella collection, The Misadventures of Bob the Zombie. I had so much fun during the festivities. I met some amazing new readers (well, new to Bob) and am so excited to continue with this series.

I have had a lot going on with my house, Havenwood Manor, we are doing some structural support for our second floor and we ripped open our living room ceiling this month to sister in some joists. We are doing all the work to this house ourselves to save money so it's kind of slow going. At the same time I have to say I gained a new appreciation for the beauty that this house holds. It was so well built and very obviously a labor of love. I'm grateful it came to us to become its caretaker.

The third, and most awesome, thing that has happened in this new year has been the reconnection between me and one of my favorite people in this world, my cousin Cary. She was always the coolest person I have ever known and when I followed my path to be a zookeeper I lost touch with everyone, not that this will surprise anyone who knows me. I have no real concept of time and tend to lose it without even realizing it. Not in a fugue sort of way, just in an absentminded professor --minus the flubber-- way.

I hope this year keeps going in this direction, it's been so wonderful so far and with as damned awful as last year was I'm really enjoying the good. I hope 2015 brings us all some happiness, peace, prosperity, love, joy, and lots of good luck.

Saturday, January 10, 2015

John Smith pays me a visit

Today I am lucky enough to be joined by one of the greatest gumshoes of this century. John Smith, a man without knowledge of his past and a private dick determined to figure it out, is here and he has some stuff he wants to talk about. Without further ado I present my guest for the day.


It’s been an eventful ride, I won’t lie. Usually when you sign up to be a private detective the last thing you expect is to be taken on as the personal on-call dick for both Heaven and Hell, but here we are.
…. And where is here, exactly? Somewhere out in the etherverse. I was invited here by the lovely Jaime Johnesee to do a guest blog. I’m a newb at this, to be honest, so be patient, folks. Jaime asked me to talk about my latest case, so here goes.

My name is John Smith. It used to be Virgil Calahan a long time ago, circa World War I, but I’ll be damned if I wear that moniker again. Long story. Read the books. Yes, I look great for my age, thank you. I started off taking local cases in the quiet town of Gettysburg, Pennsylvania until one day two demons walked into my office and my life was never the same after that.

Another thing about me, I apparently wear my heart on my sleeve for any lady who comes along – or rather just one lady who came along. Cherry is one of those women who gets under your skin because you can’t get under hers first. We had a past together, and I thought we had a future until I met Lily and then things got complicated real fast. They were like two sides of the same coin, one side sex and the other side love. You take your pick which one’s which. After spending a whiskey-drenched night in the honeymoon suite of the Gettysburg Hotel with a demon passed out drunk in the bathtub I have zero desire to get hitched. 

This latest case hit closer to home, and maybe that’s the reason I didn’t see all the signs in front of me. What should have been obvious was clouded by the promise of carnal adventures, so when the vampires showed up it kind of threw me for a loop. Now before you start looking down on me for associating with dirt nappers, they were my clients and they were paying some very good money for me to take their case. And just to set the record straight, it turns out they have lovely homes and prefer to sleep in a bed as it’s more comfortable.

Just when the vampire case seemed to be hitting an undead end (get it?) I got to meet Lily’s husband. Yeah, I had no idea she was married either. It’s all a blur after that.
So here I sit in the pub on the square writing a blog entry on a napkin and drowning my sorrows. My mental roomie, aka Metatron, assures me of fish and seas or something equally cliché, and I find myself wondering if I’ll ever be able to look in a mirror and see only my own reflection looking back at me, or if the angel will always be there, lurking in the background, waiting to give me advice.


Thanks for dropping by, John. It was really great to see you again and I am so looking forward to your next adventure!

Murdered Metatron and The Dispossessed are available at the links below. I highly recommend them if you like awesome hard boiled detective stories with a paranormal theme. If you don't, well, you are missing out big time. 

The Murdered Metatron:

The Dispossessed:

Apocrypha of the Apocalypse:

Crescendo of Darkness

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