The Clock is Ticking...

No, not the biological clock. I didn't write a single word on any of my books yesterday, and haven't updated my blog in a few days, therefore, today will be nothing but writing. Ok, well, maybe I'll take a break to eat, but that's it.

Yesterday, I spent the entire morning and afternoon playing with guns. Don't worry, it was for research. Marley and Reece love their guns, so I had to make sure they were using the correct ones. Unfortunately, my right shoulder is VERY sore from the shotgun. I do believe Marley will be using one very soon.

Stay tuned for the latest on Marley and Reece......

Heading to the juvenile correctional facility today

Today, I will fill out my paperwork to become a volunteer at the St. Louis Juvenile Detention Center. I've received permission to institute a journaling/writing group for the kids detained there. Maybe it's one of those moments of hoped for change, but I'm hoping to teach these kids to channel their rage and put it on paper, in hopes of later avoiding yet more crimes and jail time. If everyone would take the time to help just one underpriveleged child our correctional facilities may not be so crowded.
During research, I discovered that a majority of children doing time in prison came from drug addicted, abusive, neglectful homes. These boys and girls would then go looking for a family and acceptance, usually finding it within a gang. What if they had another option? What if just one adult in their life extended their hand and told them, "I'm here for you."? Would it make a difference?

Feel free to sound off!

Did you miss me?

So I've been gone for a while, my apologies. Between preparing for the first day of school, volunteer work, child care, house work, and my own novels, I have been remiss on keeping up to date with my blog. Have no fear, I'm back!
Today is Monday. When I worked out of the home, this was my most hated of days. Now, it is the beginning of being able to write, uninterrupted, for hours. Though today, I only wrote for approximately two hours. My house was literally begging to be cleaned! Yes, literally begging! I'm sure the neighbors could even hear it!

I have been working on an old manuscript for days, tightening the plot and building the characters. This is due to advice from a very respected agent, whom I hope to work with in the future! Now back to the grind. I'll be back to post as soon as possible!

Ahhh, The First Day of School

Well, my kiddos have officially started their school year. I'm a little sad, as I'm gonna get a little lonely, but overall, I'm ecstatic. I haven't been alone in over six months, and need some quiet time to finish the sequel to The Reluctant King Reece. Marley's bound and determined to make her debut as a hard ass female, and she keeps beating against the inside of my skull to finish her story.

The house is quiet, I've got my coffee, now all that's left is to sit down with the laptop and strum away on the keyboard....nah, I think I'll read in peace first, maybe watch the news instead of cartoons, and THEN I'll write a little bit.

Reece Has Laid Down the Law

Due to the recent shopping fiasco, Reece has ended my little shopping trips. He said the only way he'll "permit" it is if I take one of the elders with me. Yeah, that's what I want, some stuffy, old codger with antiquated ideas following me around the mall. You know, I'm just as deadly as Charlotte with a knife, and nearly as competent as Reece with a gun, yet no one seems to think I can take care of myself.
So, what were all those years of training for? Just to look good holding a gun, or what? I wonder what it'll take for either of them to have faith in my ability to look after myself.

Another Attempt on My Life...

Well, Damian's thugs are at it again. Charlotte and I had just finished shopping, and were headed to our car, when two jack asses popped up from behind the SUV. Unfortunately for them, they weren't warned about us. Poor guys came unarmed, thinking they were attacking two helpless females. Needless to say, we're fine, and they, well, they'll live. My fist is a little sore, though. Maybe I should've concentrated more in kicking them in the face, rather than punching them. At least my manicure held up. Oh, and Charlotte's fine, too.

Reece's blog

I figured if Marley's gonna post a blog, than I might as well. She acts like I had a choice in this matter. I was just as blindsided as she was. Hell, I didn't even want to be an immortal, but seeing as I was born that way, I didn't have a choice. As far as being king, well, I have no intention of stepping up anytime soon. Seely can rule to his heart's content as far as I'm concerned.
Don't get me wrong, I love my Marley. I love her with all my heart, but I would rather not have to put her life in danger with every turn. She says she'd rather live this life with me, or none at all, and I believe her. It's just, I don't think she really understands how very dangerous Damian and his thugs can be.