Wednesday, October 31, 2012

It's Halloween!!!

Happy Halloween everyone!! This day is such a fun holiday. With all the pumpkin carvings and little kiddies dressing up. Of course we can't forget about all the great candy :) The ghost stories. Tales of witches, vampires, werewolves and every other creature.

My son has decided to be a Zombie for Halloween. I shall take a pic after he's all dolled up, lol and post it along with my six sentences on Sunday.

I'm going to tell you all my favorite ghost story. It's actually my own personal experience, and I may have already told it once before, but's Halloween.

When I was a teen, I had my best friend sleep over one night. My niece (who might as well been my sister as we are so close in age) had one of her friends over also. The four of us went to my bedroom and were bored. So, I pulled out a Ouija board (trust me when I say unless you know what you doing, you probably shouldn't play around with one of these.). My bestie and I have done this several times in the past with no earth-shattering consequences. My mother's house was built in the 1860s and I knew it was haunted. So we wanted to find out what had been there before the farmhouse. We all sat on the floor in the middle of my bedroom. Now, I don't remember exactly what was said, but whatever question that had been asked made one spirit a tad upset. (My nightstand sat in the corner flush up against the wall with my bed up against the nightstand. I had a bible sitting on my nightstand. No lamp. The only light was one above...a single bulb with a string that I had to stand on my tippy toes to reach.) The light in my room suddenly went out and at the same exact time, we heard something go flying across the room and thump up against my TV. Freaked us out so bad we somehow felt our way down the stairs (hallway light went out also) and ran for my Dad. We asked him if the lights went off down there, and he looked at us as if we grew dragon heads! We peeked back toward the hallway and that light along with my bedroom light was back on. Then we searched for the noise thumper. It was the bible. Needless to say, we never played with that board ever again.

And speaking of ghosts, The Swan Cove Murders have two! Neither can let go until the real killer is caught. And in the meantime, the accused ghost, Daemon, just wants his name cleared. The other ghost, Earl, just wants his former fiance safe and sound. Daemon reeks havoc with Lena Dixon, my spirit writing heroine. And Earl scares the heck out of his brother (the skeptic), Nicholas Hunter. So, if you haven't read it yet, now is your chance. Click here :)

Have a safe and spooktacular Halloween!                                               

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday, Blog Hops and Vacation Pics

It's Six Sentence Sunday! Here's how it works: Pick six sentences from you current WIP or published story and post them on your blog on Sunday. But, you have to sign up at Six Sentence Sunday first. Be sure to do this by the end of the day on Saturday and have your post active by Sunday 9a.m. And be sure to visit others on the list.

In Secrets of Jenkins Bridge, Katherine had just told Mitchell she had to talk to him. She knew he had Aly's paternity figured out. She goes on explaining how she went to find him when she found out she was pregnant, but found him with another girl. Then he disappeared and she couldn't find him after that. Aidan had offered marriage so Katherine and Aly would have a family and support.


"Let me get this straight. Because you were pissed off at me for whatever it was I may or may not have done, you decided to pawn Aly off as Aidan’s? Did he even know?”
            Her jaw dropped. The heat ran across her cheeks. How dare he?      

Stayed tuned next week to find out how Katherine handles this!

A couple of Blog Hops I'd like to mention with some prizes. These are fun:

Howloween Blog Hop: Stop over at Xandra James

4 chances to win a copy of The Blood Bar Chronicles Book 2: The Protectors by Xandra James, Raven McAllen, Sasha May, and Chellie Edwards during the Howloween Blog Hop. Be sure to enter :)

Wild Rose Press's Haunted Garden Blog Hop: Stop over at Calisa Rhose
Spooky Truth or Fiction-Calisa Rhose

And of course Night Owl Reviews for their Halloween Scavenger Hunt. Only a couple of days left so be sure to stop by and get going on that list!

And now vacation pics:

 The Ocean

 Josh buried :)

 The Island Bar and Grill---YUM!


 The Pirate's Cove Mini Golf

 Ripley's Believe It or Not Odditorium

Pirate's Cove

 And of course, flying back into Greenville

That's exactly what we needed. Now, it's back to work....

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Taking On A New Genre and Promotional News

Happy Friday everyone. I'm excited it's Friday because this afternoon, I'm on my way to Florida for some much needed and well deserved R&R. This year has definitely been a rocky one for me, so a vacation is in need. I will take pics and post them for everyone when I return on Wednesday.

First, some promo news:. Here are some fantastic new books over at Soul Mate Publishing:

Guthrie, Oklahoma, 1903. Betrayed by his fiancée’s infidelity eight years ago, pharmacist Michael Henderson vowed he'd never risk his heart again. But he doesn't anticipate the tug of attraction he shares with his new employee.
Heidi Lester flees her home, determined to prove to her overprotective parents she can conquer her debilitating asthma, to make a life of her own. However, her unscrupulous fiancé has no intention of letting her go. He has his own plans for Heidi and her inheritance.
Will a scheme to ruin Michael's family force Heidi to marry her fiancé, or will assistance arrive from a surprising source to allow her to be with the man she truly loves?

Murder is afoot in the Wyoming territory, forcing Chris Davis to make a matrimonial match he never would have taken otherwise. Especially when his bride-to-be is still in love with the man he holds responsible for his parents’ death. Torn between his morals and loyalty to his family, Chris Davis’ heart betrays him at every turn. Nichole lied about her heritage. Could she also be lying about not being a part of his parents’ death? He should just leave her to his enemy and be done with her, or kill them both. If only it were that simple.
Nichole Michaels, known to the Cheyenne as White Deer, grew up hearing her mother spin tales of the visions of the man she would one day marry. Believing them to be nothing more than myth, imagine her surprise when she finds herself standing face to face with a vision come to life. She is torn between the past and a man whose love is certain, and a man whose love promised to be the strongest tie she has ever known, yet may never be able to claim. Chris needs her, but is that enough to make her deny her heritage for the rest of her life? Her heart aches to know the depth of the love claimed in her mother’s visions. Is she strong enough to withstand a rancher with a heart of stone to find it?

Bitter and wary of men after her husband leaves her for a younger woman, forty-year old ER nurse, Beth Sawyer has decided dating isn’t an option. That is until an arsonist’s fire brings Jackson Stantona strong, handsome, twenty-seven-year old firemanto her trauma unit. Despite loathing the title of “Cougar”, Beth finds her attraction to Jackson too strong to resist.
It seems simple at firsta fun fling with the added bonus of payback to her ex-husband. But the more Beth dates Jackson, the stronger her emotions grow. So, too, does the arsonist’s death toll. When suspicion for the fires lands on Jackson, Beth must determine if the man she’s falling for is out to set her body and heart on fire…or has her marked as his next victim.

In 2050 the city of Washington, D.C. is a very different place. Riddled with crime, the brave detectives fight criminals, terrorists, and a phenomenon that threatens to destroy the world–The Fog. All consuming and relentless it devours people and buildings, a natural anomaly with the destructive strength of multiple tornados.
Or is it? For Detectives Lainey Turner and Jack Callahan their relentless pursuit of a terrorist named Damian leads them into a mystery that will change their future forever. Brought together by hate but destined for love, these soul mates are forced into an impossible situation; to sacrifice their future to save the world from Damian and The Fog.

I'm considering moving slightly out of my comfort zone with my writing. I'm working on writing an erotic romantic suspense. Here's my dilemma-how well it will be received. It's a booming market no doubt. And I've already nearly crossed it with The Swan Cove Murders. However, this one will no doubt cross right into the fire. I've been bouncing around using a pen name, but really why should I? I would love some opinions. Honest ones. I know some of my readers/fellow bloggers don't read erotica. And that's fine. But, to have some feedback by the ones that do would be awesome. Oh, and I am thinking of publishing it on my own through Amazon.

So what are your thoughts?

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday

It's Six Sentence Sunday! Here's how it works: Pick six sentences from you current WIP or published story and post them on your blog on Sunday. But, you have to sign up at Six Sentence Sunday first. Be sure to do this by the end of the day on Saturday and have your post active by Sunday 9a.m. And be sure to visit others on the list.

In Secrets of Jenkins Bridge, Mitchell is examining a picture of Aly, Katherine's daughter. As he looks closer, he's realizing the girl has similar features as his own mother.

Mitchell looked up at Katherine. “Tell me something. Is it my imagination or-“
“Mitch, let me stop you right there. Come downstairs. We need to talk.”

Have a great Sunday! 

Friday, October 12, 2012

Soul Mate Publishing's Anniversary!!!

Good Friday Morning to you all. Today marks my publisher's, Soul Mate Publishing, first year anniversary!

I'm one of the authors to begin with them and must say it's been a great first year. I have two books published with them and many more to come! Debby Gilbert, founder of Soul Mate Publishing, had a vision and went for it. At the time she opened SMP's doors, we had a handful of authors and have grown in size. As a matter of fact, currently we have at around 80 authors and more still have contracts pending.

To celebrate SMP's first year anniversary, all ebooks are 50% today ONLY. Take advantage of the deal and get over there for some really talented authors and great books. That includes both of mine.

To get the 50% off, use coupon code HAPPY ANNIVERSARY at checkout. If you have any issues, just drop me an email at I'll be happy to help out.

Go here: SMP 50% off celebration

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Char Chaffin's in the House

I'm so excited today!! I have a special guest blogger, one of my Soul Mate Publishing sisters, Char Chaffin. She's here to us all about being published, about her new release Unsafe Haven, and about being an acquisitions editor.

Take it away Char!

Writing on the Side –

Hi folks, I’m Char Chaffin and I’m thrilled to be blogging with fellow Soul Mate Author Donna Shields today!

I’ve been writing for about twelve years, seriously writing for publication about four of those, and finally published my debut novel, Promises to Keep in November 2011. Years ago when I began writing, never did I imagine I’d actually publish one day. I guess back then I still thought of writing as an unattainable goal. I wrote for my own enjoyment, because I loved the words and the worlds I could create and thus escape to. Once I decided to write for publication, I found myself steeped in romance, even though I adored science fiction and horror. As much of that genre as I’d taken in over the years, you’d think the very first characters to spring from my fingers onto the keyboard would have been a herd of psychopathic vampires with werewolf DNA who’d all howl at the moon as they ripped through some hapless village on a planet far, far from Saturn.

Instead, a young girl named Annie, her best friend and first love, Travis, and family secrets came forth. Before I knew it I’d written a mainstream romance that took place in the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia. The manuscript went through all the usual: agents who didn’t like it, rejection form letters, skeptical frowns during face-to-face pitch sessions, more rejections. But, like anything else, it only takes one to breathe life, and my “one” came when I pitched to Soul Mate Publishing, and they said, “Yes.”

Now, a year later, Promises to Keep is in print as well as ebook format and both formats are doing well. My second novel, Unsafe Haven, is out in ebook format (and doing great!), plus I’m an Acquisitions Editor for Soul Mate Publishing. And, at least for a little while, my writing is firmly on the side as I acquire and edit manuscripts. I cheer each time one of my “babies” is released and the author I worked with so closely is happily bouncing with joy as she realizes the dream I myself experienced a year ago. No feeling is stronger, better, for a writer, than when they can say aloud, “I published a book!”

I’ve discovered something about editing others’ works: it makes me a better writer. Each time I finish a manuscript, I find I’ve learned something new, something more that I can apply to my own writing. Right now in my life, this couldn’t be a better pairing for me. Editing an author’s work is time-consuming and frenetic, sometimes frustrating, often harrowing, and requires a great deal of patience. Gee, no wonder the job goes along so well with writing: the two might be twins separated at birth. When the book succeeds, the editor is a happy camper. When the book flounders, the editor feels the author’s pain, believe me. It’s rather like Little League for Manuscripts.  ::wink::

This past year I’ve often been asked if I have advice for newbie writers and fledgling authors who are beginning to get their feet wet in the biz. The best advice I can offer starts with the word, “Never.”

Never stop writing; write every single day. Never stop reading as a way to stretch your brain. Never write in only one genre; try others, too; another way to stretch yourself. Never think you can go it alone, because you CAN’T. Never think you don’t need writing organizations to join and learn from. Doesn’t have to be RWA, as long as it’s a group that will help you grow as a writer. Never say “no” if you are asked to join a critique group especially if members of that group are already published, because boy, can you learn from them. And never, never lose your humility—or your sense of humor.

I can also offer advice that begins with, “Always.”

Always remember to offer tit for tat. If you want a fellow writer to help promote you—whether or not you’re already published—then offer them some promo in return. Review an ARC for them, host them on your blog if you have one, mention them on Facebook or better yet, friend them and help get their numbers up. “Like” their releases on Amazon, mention them on Twitter. Always thank anyone who helped you get to your goal of publication: your family and friends, fellow chapter members, critique partners, your agent, your editor. Because you didn’t get there by yourself. Yes, your talent is stunning and finally someone has recognized that, but you still received plenty of pushes along the way, so acknowledge them. And my biggest “Always:” Always be willing to promote! Carry one of your books with you wherever you go. Have swag handy: bookmarks, post cards, business cards, pens, whatever, with your book info on them. Not published yet? You can still hand out business cards and such with your manuscript info included. You never know when you might meet an agent or an editor. 

Too shy to do any of that? Tough. You chose to be a writer, and as a writer you can’t afford to be shy. Buck up and do it, anyway. You’ll figure out very quickly that writers just starting out need to eighty-six their shyness. When you get to be famous, you can go all solo and hermit-like, and your fans will simply call you “eccentric.” But until then, you have to get yourself out in the public eye, at least online.

As editing takes up more and more of my day, I try to set aside time to do all that promotion I just mentioned. Every writer has to decide what they can handle financially and whether or not they want to pay or search out the freebies. You’ll find plenty of both. For me, a combination of both seems to be working. I will say this: blog tours are a lot of fun and you meet some fab folks!

Now for some promo: My second novel, Unsafe Haven, is a true novel of my heart. It’s set in Alaska, and I lived there for sixteen years. It’s an amazing state, one that I think should be on everyone’s “bucket list” to visit.  As I wrote Unsafe Haven, I got to relive some of my fondest memories from my time there, and what could be better than that?

Here’s the blurb:

For Kendall Martin, a small, remote village in Southwest Alaska seems like a good place to start over. On the run from an abusive relationship, she leaves everything familiar behind and begins a new life as owner of a small souvenir and sportsman trading post in picturesque Staamat.

Denn Nulo knows everyone in town: he’s the Chief of Police in Staamat. He’s lived there all his life, except for his college years, spent in Anchorage. Originally planning on practicing criminal law and living in Anchorage permanently, Denn is forced to change his plans when he receives word that his widowed mother has passed away, leaving his young sister, Luna, alone. Denn comes back to Staamat to care for Luna.

When Kendall meets Denn, she begins to believe there are truly good men in the world. Denn is everything she wants: strong, loving, dedicated to family, protective. . .and patient. There is instant attraction between them, but Kendall is leery of men, and Denn craves a serious relationship that includes marriage and children. Their courtship is a conflicting mix of hesitancy and passion, with Luna, desperately needing a mother figure in her life, cheering them on.

As Kendall learns how to trust again and her romance with Denn grows more intense, a local woman who’s had her eye on Denn for years releases a torrent of damaging jealousy. . .and the nightmare from Kendall’s past discovers where she’s hidden herself.

Do I have an excerpt? Why, yes, I do! Here’s the prologue and first chapter:

Northeast Oregon, April

Hidden was good. She could live with hidden.
Kendall Martin stared at the speck on the map. She’d have missed it if she blinked twice. Lakes, streams, and rivers surrounded it. A single road, at least something resembling a road, ran from the speck to another, slightly larger dot, both surrounded by rough terrain and flanked by a ribbon of river.
On a map of Alaska, within the vastness of its landmass, the minute spots of civilization were insignificant.
She laid the oversized atlas on the edge of the bed, and continued folding sweaters. She stashed underwear and nightgowns, neatly-rolled socks, and three pairs of slippers in the open packing box. Two more boxes, already sealed and labeled, sat stacked in a corner of the bedroom. She’d packed her linens, cleaned out her medicine cabinet, and threw away anything resembling a sedative.
Where she was headed, she should never again need a sedative.
Her kitchen looked stark with its scrubbed counters and empty cupboards. What few plants she’d nurtured had been given to a neighbor. Dry foodstuffs went to the local Bread Line. She’d dumped the rest.
A single, four-hour garage sale had ridded her of the sofa and matching recliner, a few end tables, as well as the stripped bed. Its new owners were slated to come for it later in the day. She hadn’t been in town long enough to collect more than some basic furniture and a few necessary kitchen odds and ends. Nevertheless, Kendall had ruthlessly pared her belongings down to what she could fit in a handful of boxes and three hard-sided suitcases. Without an ounce of regret, she’d rifled through a collection of photographs, using scissors to cut out images she didn’t want, keeping others intact, and tossing the discards into the trash.
She didn’t want any visual reminders. She had enough mental ones to last a damned lifetime.
Nerves, anticipation, worry, all fluttered inside her stomach, a queasy, anxious mix. A hundred times already, she’d asked herself if such a massive move was right for her. She couldn’t help the tremors overtaking her as she sealed the last box of clothing. Several times during the day, she stopped in the middle of whatever she’d been packing, and sucked in one long, deep breath in an attempt to keep from hyperventilating.
She’d never lived anywhere other than Oregon. And yet, her journey would take her to a tiny speck within the immense, formidable force of nature called Alaska.
Scared spitless. Unbearably excited.
Yeah, that about covers it.

Chapter One

Southwestern Alaska

“There it is.” The pilot pointed toward a grayish mass off in the distance, dipping a wing as if in salute. Kendall’s stomach promptly tried to revolt, and she swallowed three times in a row, forcing back the nausea. The tiny plane was difficult enough to deal with, without its pilot doing wing flips.
“Do you see it?” Thom Banks nudged her shoulder, before he gave his full attention to his piloting. Kendall figured she had to be as white as the snow coating the highest mountain peaks visible outside the window. She also knew Thom wasn’t trying to purposely scare her.
Cautiously, she nodded, relieved when the queasiness abated. “Yes, I saw. How much longer until we land?”
“Maybe another half-hour. We’ll probably have to circle a few times, in case the wind’s too strong for a safe landing. But we’ll make it. Eventually.” He eyed her again. “You always get airsick?”
“I guess so. I’ve never flown like this before.”
“Yeah? You mean in a two-seater?”
“I mean in anything.” She wiped her clammy brow and longed for a tissue.
“Ah, I see. First-timer.” Thom indicated a compartment near the floor between their seats. “I got a roll of toilet paper in there. Help yourself.” He shrugged at the look she gave him. “Hey, you never know when you have to improvise. I don’t always fly this thing between real airports with bathrooms.”
“No, I guess not.” Kendall opened the compartment and ripped off several sheets, blotting the remaining moisture from her skin. A careful peek out the window assured her they’d gotten closer to the area Thom had pointed out. “There’s a lot of snow. More than I expected.”
“Yeah. The mountains never lose it. But in town, it’s mostly melted. Still damned cold, though. Won’t warm up until mid-May.” He reached above the console and flicked a switch. “So, what’s your story? Staamat isn’t exactly the kind of place someone like you would be moving to,” he commented, as he made a few adjustments on his console.
“Someone like me? What do you mean?”
He gestured toward her bare left hand. “In most remote Alaskan villages, you’re in the minority, if you didn’t know already. Single, right? Usually whites who move to a place like Staamat are married. They work for the state, take professional jobs. Teachers, nurses. Sometimes even a doctor. You any of those?”
She shifted uneasily in her seat. She knew the bush pilot was just being friendly, but she wasn’t used to answering questions. When you answered questions, people often were compelled to ask even more. Until you had no secrets left. And then, somewhere down the road, they’d remember you, and the answers to those questions.
Okay, too paranoid. To be fair, the man hadn’t been overly nosy, aside from the usual, polite questions strangers often asked in any given social situation. Not that flying in a dinky plane over the Alaskan Range could constitute a social situation.
Still, old habits were hard to break, and so she kept her response vague. “I’m not sure what I’ll be doing, until I get settled in.” Her tone was even, but her body language said what her words wouldn’t. He didn’t probe any further.
For the next twenty minutes, Thom whistled tunelessly through his teeth as he maneuvered a few areas of mild turbulence. Kendall made herself stare out the side window at what patches of terrain she could spot between the clusters of low clouds. She leaned her head against the icy plexiglass and wondered, yet again, if she’d made a huge mistake. Everything would drastically change for her. Her old, once-familiar life was gone. Her friends, gone. Not that she’d had so many, because she hadn’t. But what few she’d claimed were important to her, and none of them knew her destination. She’d purposely kept quiet about her plans.
Nobody would know how to get hold of her. Nobody would know if anything happened to her.
Anything bad.
Her teeth chattered as trembles swamped her body, and Thom spared her a fast glance of alarm. “What, are you getting sick? Airsickness bags are under the seat.” He’d been banking to the right but straightened out, no doubt thinking his maneuvers were going to make her toss her cookies.
Kendall shook her head as her trembles became larger shudders. She’d have liked nothing more than to confide in someone, anyone. She’d taken note of the photos the pilot taped to whatever free space was available in the cockpit. A pretty, middle-aged woman held a toddler in her arms. Other photos, some of young adults also holding babies, told her Thom Banks was a family man, old enough to have grandchildren. He seemed like a nice person, probably compassionate and wise. Someone you could talk to.
For a moment, the words hovered on her tongue. This is why I’m scared. This is the reason I left everything to come here, to bury myself, hide myself. This is why I tremble.
But she couldn’t say it. Not a word. Because if she told him anything, sooner or later he’d tell someone else. And they’d tell another, and then another. Until those impulsive words trickled back to Oregon. Until they fell on the wrong ears.
“Ms. Martin? Are you all right?” Thom’s concerned voice broke through the fog of panic, and she unclenched her fingers, opened each fist. She didn’t know she’d gripped the armrests so hard.
Deep breaths, calming breaths. Throttle back the damned fear. She’d done the right thing. Kendall met Thom’s worried frown with as much reassurance as she could dredge up.
“I’m all right. Truly. Just a bit of claustrophobia.”
“We’ll be on the ground in no time. I promise.” He sounded relieved. Probably wanted to escape before she either sobbed or puked all over him. She had to smile at the thought.
Twenty minutes later, they skated quickly across what appeared to be the shortest runway in the world, bumping over the packed dirt. The brakes caught on a hard jerk, and again Kendall clutched the armrests, this time to keep from being thrown forward.
One more shudder and a grind of brakes, and they were still. Thom gave her a smile.
“Welcome to Staamat.”

Links? I’ve got them, too!

Book Trailer for Unsafe Haven:

Thanks to Donna for hosting me today, and thanks, everyone, for taking the time and stopping by!

You are most welcome Char. Thanks for being here with us.

Char Chaffin writes mainstream and contemporary romance filled with family, rich characters and engaging plots. For her, it all comes back to the love.

From crafting Victorian-style poetry to writing short stories and novellas, Char finally settled on romance novels as her true passion. Over the years she worked a variety of jobs, from farm hand to costume designer to fiscal accountant, before deciding a writing career was her desired focus.

In addition to writing, Char is also an Acquisitions Editor for Soul Mate Publishing.

A displaced Alaskan, Char currently lives in Upstate NY on a sixty-acre farm with husband Don and rat terrier Daisy Mae. Their extended family is scattered all over the Lower Forty-Eight and Alaska.

When she’s not pounding away at her keyboard or burying her nose in books and her beloved Kindle, she tends a huge vegetable garden and helps Don maintain their farm. 

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Insecure Writers Support Group

Today is our monthly installment of Insecure Writers Support Group. I had almost forgot to post. Bad me.

But before I get to that, just a couple of things:

Don't forget to head on over to Night Owl Reviews and play the Full Moon Halloween scavenger hunt as there are some awesome prizes to be had! It runs through October 31st. Here's how it works:

1) Visit the sponsor's website and find the blurb for the book listed next to their name on the entry form.
2) Read the sentence next to their name and find the missing words using the blurb.
3) Write down your answer on a piece of paper. This is to prevent you from losing your answers and you can play at your leisure.
4) Complete the entry form and submit!

And if you look in the Quick Links and Featured Prizes spot, there is a 'print a fill in the blank question list'.

And Christine Wall has a new release out today from Soul Mate Publishing:

The Fog

In 2050 the city of Washington, D.C. is a very different place. Riddled with crime, the brave detectives fight criminals, terrorists, and a phenomenon that threatens to destroy the world–The Fog. All consuming and relentless it devours people and buildings, a natural anomaly with the destructive strength of multiple tornados.

Or is it? For Detectives Lainey Turner and Jack Callahan their relentless pursuit of a terrorist named Damian leads them into a mystery that will change their future forever. Brought together by hate but destined for love, these soul mates are forced into an impossible situation; to sacrifice their future to save the world from Damian and The Fog.

Sounds pretty awesome to me!! Congratulations on your release Christine!

Now onto IWSG:

My personal life has taken another huge turn. I'm not very impressed, but everything happens for a reason. Even if I don't know what the heck that reason might be. My husband and I have officially separated and I don't think there is any 'working things out' this time. And I have decided to disassociate myself from the shop. So that leaves me with looking for a job. Which I'd already started doing before this all went down. It leaves me being a single parent, not only to my son, but also my grandbaby. Luckily I have a good friend and family to help out if needed.

All of this leaves me with some spare time while scouring for employment to work on my writing. And I've found myself throwing myself into it completely....emotions and all. I wonder if that's a good thing or not. Some might say it could be therapeutic.


But, I don't want the quality of my work sucking wind because I'm going through all these changes in my life. I suppose it could enhance my writing. Some great well known authors wrote their best stuff while going through whatever suffering it was. Could I be that lucky?

Maybe it could be that is the reason for going through all this stuff. It sure is making me reexamine every aspect of my life and where I want to go from here.

But, I'm strong. I'll make it one way or another. Down the bumpy road I go.....