Writings

Duct Tape

Lynne hollered for Quin. She was tired, and his preoccupation with something on the TV was driving her crazy. She wanted to just curl up, but dinner wouldn't cook itself. “Quin!” “Just a minute.” “Please, Quin. I'm tired and I just want a little help.” “Just a minute.” Lynne started chopping up onions, but it… Continue reading Duct Tape

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Riddles in the Wind (7)

Tilly stood there, her mouth open in surprise. She'd been expecting the mousy husband of a shifter who was due to give birth any day. Instead, she found Andre and standing near a huge truck, a group of men, that were thin, and worn. Shifters. Near the front of the truck, three Natives. “Oh Andre!”… Continue reading Riddles in the Wind (7)

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Riddles on the Wind (5)

Please be patient. It's taking a while to get back into the rhythms of writing. The latest death in the extended family has taken it's toll. Just as we thought everything was settled down, life went to hell in that damned handbasket again. Hope you enjoy the latest installment...  Jeffreys took the men to the train… Continue reading Riddles on the Wind (5)

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Riddles on the Wind (4)

Oxford, 1972. “Libby! Answer me!” Gabby pounded on the door again. “Maybe we should get the bursar,” Betsy was torn between trying to force the door and fleeing downstairs. Gabby stopped pounding on the door. “Fine. Go get him. Make sure he brings a key. I know something's wrong. Libby wouldn't miss class.” Betsy ran… Continue reading Riddles on the Wind (4)

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Life and Coloring Books…

I'm almost recovered from all that has gone on over the last three months. An SCA event, a music festival and lots of craziness with life in general. Wolf and I have been going to bed by 9pm! Gaaah! I will not even begin the rant that is "lack of playtime". My goal is more… Continue reading Life and Coloring Books…

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Riddles on the Wind (3)

Wordwych sneaks in the door, sits at the computer and types away furiously. Wolf is working out in the living room, and understands that it is late, yet knows that a writer must write. It's been beyond hectic. The mundane life has eaten them both and spit out the bones. However, things are beginning to… Continue reading Riddles on the Wind (3)

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Life Interrupts

Wolf and I have had a hectic few weeks. Our dog died unexpectedly. Mundane work has gone nutty. I have half a chapter written, and am having difficulty getting more than 5 minutes alone to write. Jobs have appeared and vaporized. Responsibilities have multiplied and there had been general craziness all around. I'm about ready to… Continue reading Life Interrupts

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Twisted Delights (Finale)

Yes, gnash your teeth. Cry. Rend your clothing. I had to finish it. You'll understand when you get to the end. Declan sat with Lord Duncan while Bette cleared her desk. “James, I just couldn't turn down the offer.” “I understand. I'm just sorry to lose the best secretary I have ever had. Are you… Continue reading Twisted Delights (Finale)