Thursday, October 2, 2014

Hello

I clearly have not been keeping up with blog as I promised in its creation. I will simply say, life in the Red House is crazy... just as always. When I started this school year, I was determined to stay home during the day while my kids went off to school. That was supposed to give me time to cook, clean, write... You know, all those things Mom must do around working. Then I realized, that's not how my mind works. I just felt guilty sitting here all day while everyone else was working or at school. It made me feel like a less functional part of society. Yes, by all means, shake your head. I know I'm being ridiculous.

Anyway, to the point. I got a job. I am currently subbing in the local schools as a paraprofessional. In other words, I work under the resource teacher while she fights to be sure all her special babies are cared for throughout the day.  What I expected to be an occasional need has become a full time job! At the end of the day, I am exhausted. Some days are much easier than others. Some hours, as a matter of fact, can be flat out boring.

So, now instead of feeling horrible because I'm sitting home while everyone else is out, I feel even worse because my house is dirty and I'm too tired to care. How silly that sounds written out. Either you want to sit home and care for your home and family, or you want to work and help support all the little ones who need it!

In this conundrum and personal self-attack, I came across this article floating around Facebook. Of course, I clicked it. I mean, did dinner really need to be cooked?


This mom, Chaunie Brusie, said it perfectly. Being a stay home mom really does wonders for your family. It can be just as hectic and insane as the life as a working mom, but either way, there are sacrifices. As Mom, we just have to weigh said sacrifices and decide which way tips the scale to everyone's benefit!

That being said, it has just occurred to me that the littlest has homework and soccer this evening. That means, time to close the computer and return to my duty. (and yes that makes me think of Wreck in Ralph every time!!!)



Saturday, September 20, 2014

Biff Tarnen is a Bully, not my daughter

I have been told time and time again that Facebook is not the place to air your dirty laundry. I assume that this extents to Blogs, Twitter and all forms of social media but today, I am pissed and it's about time something is done about it.

The word BULLY. When I was growing up, it referred to people who were downright mean and ugly to other people. A child at school who picked on other children just because he could. That kid who took your lunch money because he was bigger than you. This was a time where even hazing was acceptable behavior.

This day in age, everyone is a bully. I feel like all a child has to do is look at another child sideways and they are labeled as such. It's just gotten out of hand.

Yesterday, I picked my child up from volleyball practice and she was in tears. This is the child who will go out of her way to help anyone she possibly can. As a matter of fact, she has been carrying another child's lunch tray and books for the last week because she broke her wrist and can't do so herself. She doesn't see it as an inconvenience to eat lunch later because she's been helping Cindy. She sees it as her responsibility because this girl is her friend and she needs help.



From what I understand, and yes I do know I am the parent and I am just getting one side of the story, my child was trying to give another player a suggestion during their games Thursday. This other child didn't like what she heard and told her she was being mean. Somewhere between that incident and Friday's practice, someone decided that was bullying behavior and now my child has been benched for today's games. My child who is too timid to stand up for herself to either the the coach or the other player. My child who is more upset about possibly hurting another player feelings than the fact that she can't play. I've told her many times that she needs to learn to be catty with other girls when necessary, but she is too worried about hurting people.



My point is, something needs to be done in the schools about teacher and administration misuse of the word. If you google the definition of bully, you find an array of results:
  • Miriam Webster: a blustering browbeating person; especially :  one habitually cruel to others who are weaker 
  • Dictionary.com: a blustering, quarrelsome, overbearing person who habitually badgers and intimidates smaller or weaker people.
  • Oxford Dictionary: A person who uses strength or power to harm or intimidate those who are weaker. 

This is not meant to be a rant or even a claim to Makenzie's awesomeness. I just wish someone would put their foot down about this whole bullying thing. It's not a word to be tossed around unnecessarily and excessively.

In researching the school districts definition of bullying (of which I never found one) I did stumble on something of interest to me. It appears the school district is going to use "The Boy in the Striped Pajamas" as a lesson on bullying. They are going to divide students into two groups, "Germans and Jews" and....

Having stumbled upon this, I am having a difficult time completing a thought. I will leave you with a question. What is this world coming to that we are comparing school bullying to Nazi war crimes?

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Gemini



“Just do it.”

“Do you think I’m afraid? I’m not some timid ten year old boy, Jay.”

“Then prove your manlihood, chicken.”

Rob chugged the last half of his beer and crushed the can.” This is ridiculous,” he said to his twin brother in the seat next to him.

Jay followed in suit, draining the can and throwing it behind him. He heard the clang of it hitting the existing pile and rolling to the floor as he slammed the passenger door of the beat up Chevy Cavalier.
Shoulder to shoulder, the twins stepped to the entrance of the abandoned trail. The light of the full moon shone on the backs of their heads casting two identical copies ahead of them. Rob swore he saw Jay’s shadow wink at him. 

Impossible, he thought before taking a step forward. Jay, again followed in suit, dropping behind him and marching in cadence.

All was quiet, eerily quiet. The only sound in the forest was that of their steps on the rocky terrain and the occasional gust of wind. On either side of them, the trees thickened. Rob could feel the innumerable eyes penetrating his shell and scratching his very soul. He just knew somewhere in those trees lived the thing he was most afraid of, but there was no way in hell he was going to tell Jay that.
Somewhere deep in the tree line, a screech owl broke the silence. Rob nearly jumped right out of his combat boots. His could feel the tiny hairs on his neck stand on end and his knees begin to shake. For a second, he wasn’t sure if he was going to throw himself on the ground and play dead or run back to the car. Lucky for him, Jay’s hysterical laughing reminded him of exactly what they were doing here. 

“Afraid of a little bird, Robbie Boy?”

“You don’t have to be such an ass, you know,” Rob growled back. He hated it when Jay called him that. It was just so demeaning and it took that endearing quality he connected with his mother away from the nickname to hear it from his angry twin brother. 

Rob picked up the pace as he fought the urge to turn around and deck Jay. He could only think of his mother’s last words, “Keep an eye on JayJay, Robbie. He’s not as strong as you.” 

“Yes, Robbie. Do watch out for your poor brother. We’d hate for anything to happen to him.”

“Stay out of my head, Jay,” Rob snapped as he pushed his way through the thickening underbrush. He’d been so busy trying to keep his fear in check, he hadn’t been watching the path ahead. Now that he looked, it had utterly disappeared. In its place were briar bushes and saplings.  

Jay took advantage of Rob’s distraction and probed his mind. “Robbie? Are you afraid? Is this too scary for you?”

“Seriously, Jay. I’m out here with you. The least you could do is stay out of my thoughts.”

“What good is my twincense if I can’t peek into your head? Come on? Just a-” 

Jay was cut off mid-taunt with a yelp. Rob didn’t slow to see. He knew he’d caused his brother’s pain. Just a mild shock now and then to remind him who’s in charge. 

“Was that necessary?” the second twin whined.

“Yes. Now have I made myself clear?”

“Fine,” Jay said kicking a rock out of his path.

“I can see the tower rising ahead of us.” Rob pointed toward what looked like a needle protruding from the haystack that was the forest line. “Just another mile or so. Can you make it.”

Jay scoffed. “Of course.”

Rob reached into the sheath strapped to his back and withdrew a machete. Jay, again, followed in suit, raising his hand strung bow over his head and withdrawing an arrow from the quiver. Jay readied himself for an attack from either side. He could tell from Rob’s stance there was bound to be something in the trees. 

“Do you hear them?” Jay whispered.

“Panting. Look to the left.”

 Jay did as he was told. “The eyes, Rob.” He forced tremble into his voice.

Shoot them, Rob thought loudly. 

“I can’t do that. It’s like…”

I know what it is. You must shoot it.

“But…”

If you don’t, it will hurt us. Quickly, between the eyes.

Jay lined the arrow against his finger and prayed it would penetrate the skull for the instantaneous kill. He let the arrow fly and watched as it hit the target. Within seconds, the two amber lights went out. 

“Good job, brother. On we go.”

“Are there more?”

“Most likely.”

“How many?”

“Reach deep, Jay. Can you feel them?”

“I feel you and me?”

“Use your twincense, JayJay. Are there more?”

Jay gasped.

Rob lifted his machete and wacked the overgrowth in front. “Stay close. If you see one, shoot it. Always between the eyes. This is what we trained for.”

“Do you have your shield up?”

Rob nodded. He knew his twin would be able to see the slight movement. Together, they pushed through the forest, one cutting the trees while the other flying arrows. 

The more arrows Jay let fly, the freer he felt. Like with each one he killed the more of him was free. He briefly remembered his mother saying, If you stretch yourself too thin, you will never keep up. If only she knew…

“I think I see the base of the tower,” Rob said, breaking the rhythm. Jay looked past his brother and grunted an agreement. 

The end of the trail lay a hundred feet from them. Retaining the lead, Rob skirted to the right into the dense trees. He couldn’t hear any panting in that direction and if all else failed, he had his machete. Again, Jay followed in suit.

“How many guards?” Rob asked. 

“None. But they are everywhere. How are we supposed to pass them.”

Rob smirked. He let his hands fall to his side and closed his eyes, trusting his brother to protect him. He held his own mirror image in his mind, replacing his own baby blues with the glowing ambers of the others and let the electricity fly. The howling came from all around as the targets fell to the ground in pain. 

He opened his eyes and barked the order. “Run. Straight to the door.”

Rob broke through the door and latched it behind Jay just as the shock war off. Wasting no time, the brothers climbed the spiral stones ahead of them. It was something they’d done millions of times in their childhood but never in the dark and never without Mother. 

As remembered, the stairs opened into a circular room filled with state of the art computers and buzzing machines. We’re not alone, Rob thought. 

Jay raised an arrow and scanned the room. In the center of the room, strapped to a stainless steel work table was Gemini. 

Jay sprang into action. He threw his archaic bow to the floor and ran to the side of the table and began undoing the straps. First his ankles, then his wrists and lastly, the headpiece.

From behind a mirror stepped a graying man in a blood stained lab coat. “Hello, my boys.” 

“I have done as you requested, Father,” Jay said. 

Rob’s face smushed up in a look of utter confusion. Father was dead. He saw it happen.

“I’m sorry, Robbie Boy. Did you really think it was going to be this easy? Did you really think you could just swoop in from your high class life and rescue me?”

“But he’s just…”

“Gemini is part of me. You left me. You asked for this.”

“Sorry it has to be this way, son. Your mother did ask you to look out for JayJay. Consider this your ultimate act of obedience.” 

Gemini flew from the table and was on top of Rob before he could raise his machete. He lifted the young man over his head and slammed him onto the steel table, hard enough to render him immobile but not enough to shake his consciousness. 

“I want you to feel each burning jab. Every grating strap. I want you to hurt,” Jay said. “Oh, don’t worry. There was nothing you could do to change this. I was the original. From me, you came. You robbed me of my life and now I will take yours.”

With that, Jay reached above the table and pulled the life force wires from their hook and snapped them into a needle the size of his arm. “If I miss your heart, I will have to do it again, I suggest you be still.” 

Rob felt immense pain spread from his chest outward and all went dark. 

Happy Halloween he thought before he lost consciousness.


Thursday, September 4, 2014

Focus?

Nook
Kindle
I am having an usually difficult time focusing on anything today. Typically, that means a day filled with food, TV and twitter.

Today, however, someone must have had big plans, because in my twitter roaming, I came across this article on Indie Author News Usually, I would have disregarded the topic and moved along to the next post of some pretty young actor. Instead, I clicked it.

The premise of the article is simple.
  • Ebook formatting takes time, effort and love. 
  • Ebook conversion takes two seconds and a few clicks.
I have done both and therefore chose to take some of my procrastination time and look through my various eBooks on their respected sites. I was appalled. My Kindle book looks wonderful. Then again, with the time I poured into the formatting of it, I sure hope it's wonderful. The same goes for my Nook book. The ebooks on  Smashwords are drastically different. In fact, they are nearly embarrassing. All of the images have been stripped, images that took weeks to create, mind you, and the result is a mass of words on a screen!

Just to clarify, I take the blame. I was tired of formatting. I was tired of working on a four year old idea and I really just wanted to move on with my life. Maybe write the sequel to that very cliffhanger ending. So, I went to Smashwords, I clicked a few buttons and I promoted it, a lot. It all sounded so wonderful. All those different formats available on one site. It sounded too good to be true. In this case, I think it was. I will allow the books to be published and available through Smashwords for anyone interested. I just don't think I will spend quite so much time promoting the books.

What did I learn, you ask. I learned a very hard lesson. One I've been trying to teach my children (and my husband) for many years. DON'T BE LAZY. Especially, if your name is on it. Do the work with pride and you will be happy with your results.







Sunday, August 31, 2014

September $229 Giveaway


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Thursday, August 28, 2014

First Day of School!

What I planned to do today.
I had big plans today. I was going to work out, clean the garage, finish grouting a shower, maybe even read a book. Now, it's only 11:30 and I have managed to accomplished a few of those (thank you Jillian Micheals) but I'm an emotional wreck, so I thought I would just give you a stream of consciousness post.

As a mother, you wait for years for all of your kids to be in school and to have a few hours of peace, right? So explain why I've spent much of my day in tears? Because I feel as if an extremity has been ripped from me and displaced on the other side of town. Yes, I understand they need the socialization. I understand that I'm scatterbrained and can't focus to teach them day after day. I am even happy for the twenty minutes I will shower today without a search party running from one end of the house to the other! I am just not really sure what I'm supposed to do with eight hours? I could stare at Ian Somerhalder for a few hours (don't tell my husband) or write a book...
Reality strikes.
...and yes that would be my workout mat strewn across the
brown paper that came inside the box of books I ordered. I
used to wonder why moms with school age kids still never
had time to meet for coffee. I totally get it and it's only the
first day of school!!


Never mind. There is my husband now with a few requests for my day... Silly me. There is always something to do when your job is to care for four other people, two dogs, a cat and a house.

If you would like a signed copy of Taken, I have ten here! simply comment below with a contact email! OR... enter for a freebie above. the giveaway ends Sunday!

HAPPY READING!









Update

Never a dull moment in my house! After a day of keeping myself busy and occuppied, I received a call around 3 that my middle fell off the playground equipment. Of course! When I picked her up from school, the nurse was worried she may have broken the elbow she landed on. 

After two hours at the doctor and x-rays, it doesn't appear to be broken! She just has to keep it in a sling for a few days to keep from irritating it further. After I deposited her at home with her Daddy, I was blessed with the challenge of finding a pediatric sling in our little town. Lucky for me, the one medical pharmacy in town carries Charlie Brown print slings. And now we come to the climax of my story... She refused to wear it. A piece of zebra print fabric and some spray adhesive and she's a happy camper.

Did I mention it's her left arm? And that she's a lefty? I hope her second day of school isn't so exciting!

And so ends my story. A day of feeling bad because everyone is off and productive ends in me being put to good use. Well, me, the school nurse, the doctor, the x-ray tech... you get the point.

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Happy Saturday Morning.

Considering this is the last weekend before the chitlins go back to school, I considered doing something fun. A museum, a zoo, maybe a picnic but since mother nature thinks it is necessary to hit us with 100 degree days, I am going to curl up on my couch with way too much coffee and read a book or two.

As a lover of books, I don't really have as much time to read as I let on. So, try not to judge when you see my Goodreads Reading Challenge! Yes, that does say I've only read 3 books this year. I would like to say there is no way that's right, but it all honesty, it probably is. If I added in Dr. Seuss and leveled readers, we'd probably be well above that...



Just know, I raise kids to be better readers than myself. Take a look at nerdy's challenge (and I believe half the books she reads aren't even available on Goodreads yet!)


How does your challenge compare? Copy and paste a link to your Goodreads Reading Challenge in the comments. While you're there, go ahead and friend me!

Thursday, August 21, 2014

It's my birthday!!!

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Because I am in such a special birthday mood, I would like to give away some presents. I know, it's backwards but I figure if I give other people presents, maybe my clock will turn backward a year instead of forward? Don't be judgy. One can hope.

So entry is easy.
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  Happy Birthday and Happy Reading!

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Lestat? Yes, please.

Interview with the Vampire (1976)
The Vampire Lestat (1985)
The Queen of the Damned (1988)
The Tale of the Body Thief (1992)
Memnoch the Devil (1995)
The Vampire Armand (1998)
Merrick (2000)
Blood and Gold (2001)
Blackwood Farm (2002)
Blood Canticle (2003)
 I have been reading a lot of classics lately. The Hobbit. Northanger Abbey. Agnes Grey. You get the point, and I've just been craving something a little more... recent. Don't misunderstand me. I love classic British Literature. It can just be a bit daunting at times, what with kids running here and there screaming for attention and my own characters fighting to work through their current block.

With Prince Lestat hitting the shelves October 28, I figured it was time to finish reading The Vampire Chronicles. Currently, I have read through The Vampire Armand though I will admit that particular story took me about three years. It is just so intense and if you know anything of Armand's story, you know he was turned very young after having an unnatural relationship with Marius.

As far as Charlaine Harris's Southern Vampires, it's mindless. The story sucks you in and holds you without too much extra thought. I don't find myself looking up words or googling historic events. I just get to read!

What's on your current reading list? Is there a particular vampire series that you love the most?

Sunday, August 17, 2014

Giveaway... Free signed copy!

It's 8am Sunday Morning and my fears are coming true! A giveaway that started Friday at noon only has one entry and it's set to end at midnight tonight!! How about a teaser? Will that boost interest? Janie's taking? That's my favorite too.






V

      “God Damn it, Landon!” Adrenaline amped Landon’s post coital mood causing him to drive his little yellow truck in a way that would make Kyle Busch jealous. Well, the adrenaline and Janie’s squealing.

        “Lighten up Janie, I just want to remember that squeal of yours.”

        “Lighten up! You’re joking, right. When you have to explain why your truck is wrapped around a light post-“

        “Seriously Janie. When have I even come close to an accident?”

        “There’s a first time for everything, butthead.”

        “Fine. I’m sorry. I promise I will be a good boy.” Landon looked to Janie to find large swells of tears streaming down her face. “Why are you crying? I am only going to be two hours away. We already discussed this. You can catch the train up or I will drive down. If all else fails, we can meet halfway somewhere.”

        “I know, but I worry. New school means new fish. What makes you think we will last through this?”

        “You are being ridiculous. It’s not like we just started dating a few weeks or even months ago, Janie. We have known each other since kindergarten and have been exclusive since sixth grade. Like wolves.”

        “Penguins. You’re right. It’s only two hours.” Janie leaned across the truck and kissed Landon on the cheek before getting out of the truck. As usual, Landon was nearly out of sight before the squeak of the front gate. Had he known what lurked in the bushes, he would not have left so quickly.

        Janie managed to slip past the blare of the television and up to her room before the true water works began. By the time she reached her bed and stuffed her face into the pillow, the heaving sobs had completely consumed her petite frame. Pity and depression shook her to the very core. The future was already looking dark and dim.

        Though she immediately felt abandoned by her longtime boyfriend, truth be told, she was also overly jealous. Why had she been born into such a hateful home?

        As she fought with all her might to control her ridiculous blubbering, an eerie feeling crept over the room. Every hair on her body stood straight up. Slowly sitting upright proved to be a challenge as each muscle tightened. Swearing she saw movement in the corner caused Janie to flee to the bathroom across the hall. Might as well shower while I hide.

        The steam flowed over the shower curtain warming and fogging the small bathroom. Dropping the days creased and wrinkled clothes into a pile at her feet, Janie stepped into the shower; immediately soothed by the hot water as it ran down her bare back.

        Ratel pulled back the shower curtain just far enough to reveal himself. What he didn’t expect was the immediate male response to the young girl’s posture. With her eyes closed and her back arched under the steaming water, Ratel mustered all his immortal strength to keep control of his sexual impulses. “You were perfectly right, young one. A shower was just what we needed.”

        “What are you doing in my bathroom? Are you-”

Smashwords

        “Please, child. It’s best you don’t ask questions.” Ratel gently ran his frigid hand over her quickly warming body reveling in the tingles pulsing through his body as a result of the touch. Tension quickly filled the air as Janie fought back the urge to scream aloud. Wrapping one arm around her naked waist and the other around her mouth, Ratel whispered into her ear, “I know how badly you want to scream but you and I both know how that will end. Either way, I have not yet made my decision.”

        Ratel slowly slid his hands from Janie’s mouth and waist, allowing them to flutter to just the right places. Places that would send them both into a tizzy had the conditions been right.

        Slightly out of breath, Janie asked, “What is it you want from me?”

        “I have already answered that. Finish please.” The tension was nearly more than he could bear. Each minute quiver of her heart reverberated through the predator’s hardened organ. That coupled with the increasing intensity of her quickening pulse put Ratel on edge.

        Janie had barely turned the water off before he took her into his arms, naked and dripping. The steam rising from her body filtered through Ratel’s thin black t-shirt, melting the bitter ice his undead body had become. “I would apologize, but you are everything I fantasize about.” With that said, Ratel sunk his elongated fangs deep into Janie’s soft, innocent flesh reveling in the sweetness of Janie’s youth before swallowing down. He had her right where he wanted; comatose and unable to fight back. Women are best silent and lacking emotion.

        What to do? You would make a gorgeous submissive vampire servant but your blood is just so tasty. To throw you into a grave blood intact or to dump you into the river, that is the true question. Either way, your disappearance will be quite the addition to the Anderson troubles! Might as well enjoy myself before making the decision!

        Ratel took another long pull from Janie’s neck. Suppressed hatred laced the luscious blood accentuating the already sadistic instincts deep within Ratel’s hateful being. Still unsure what to do with the girl, he flipped her over his shoulder like a ragdoll, bound from the second story bathroom window and disappeared into the trees beyond. 


Do I have your attention? I sure hope so... Now how about you enter my giveaway. It's pretty simple. Grab the book closest to you, open to page 45 and comment the first three words on the page. Once that's finished, share the giveaway link:   


Time's ticking... Hurry along.


Friday, August 15, 2014

Give Away

Have you seen this picture floating around the internet? I think I may have commented on it about three times with random books near me, you know since wherever I go, so does a pile of books. I have to say, a Dr. Seuss response would be hilarious... but since I am to lazy to walk up the stairs to Aidan's shelf to find one, I will settle for a Roald Dahl. And thank you for not failing me. Hilarious! "is making noises" from the BFG makes me immediately think of my favorite son. He's at that age where fart noises make him laugh hysterically.

There is nothing









Ok, so the point? I am hosting my very first give away contest!!! woohoo, right? I am going to give away a signed copy of Taken to the person that gets the most likes on their comment. All you have to do is find your closest book (or the closest book with a funny three words starting page 45), visit me on Facebook, comment and share the post! It doesn't get easier than that.




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Wednesday, August 13, 2014

I don't fish.
As summer vacation comes to an end, I realize how crazy this summer has been. With swim meets, gymnastics, softball lessons, t-ball, and remodeling to top it all off, I understand exactly why my literary life has been utterly stagnant. Yes, I edited and updated Taken in ebook and print. I have read maybe a dozen books. I've even helped my own nerdy kid set up her blog: Book-Attic.

I was hoping to write a sequel, like that was going to happen! While it is far from complete, it is still very much in the works. Bear with me, the kids go back to school soon! Then I will be pounding away at the keyboard! Hopefully more so in Microsoft Word than Twitter!