The Errant Book Child

Hey! How are things? Well, I hope.

I finished another rough draft of a book, well, almost. I have a scene or two left, but more or less, it is done. It’s a short, middle-grade book that I thought would be an easy project.

Turns out, it wasn’t. Writing it was like dealing with a kid that just won’t go to sleep, and when you finally get them to lie down, they do so somewhere weird, like the bathtub.

I’m a big believer in letting a thing be what it wants to be, but in this case, I need to use a heavier hand, which makes me worry about the book as a whole. I think the concept and the bones of the story are okay.

The execution just lacks the level of emotion and detail it needs to be good. I’ve been going through some stuff lately, so my emotional and mental energy have probably been affected. I need to find a way to recharge, and that’s going to involve a somewhat significant break from writing. If I’m not at my best then I’m just creating more work for myself down the road.

So, yeah, new writings are on hold for a while, at least a month, except for maybe some blogging. 



quick writing updates

Writing has been rough lately. I do have a book that I’m working on that I planned to churn out as quickly as possible, but it turns out my notes weren’t as good as I thought they were before I started.

The way has been a little uphill, but I am getting there. I love the story. It has an awesome title, which I am not yet ready to share, but henceforth, I’ll call it “Oceans” on the blog.

Current word count is about 15000 words. I should finish the rough draft before the end of April if all goes well. Then I’ll have 2 rough drafts done this year so far. Not bad for just April, even if I do say so myself.

I’m also going to work on getting print copies of Love and the Dark together. People have been asking for it, and by people, I mean my mimaw. I’ve been lazy about the print book and some other things, like audiobooks. I have way too much that I’ve been putting off.

Does anyone want to be my unpaid assistant? No? Darn. That never works.

While I’m on here, I would like to apologize to the person who bought Llewyn’s Faith on Amazon the other day. I appreciate the business. I actually need more of it, but that story is currently not in the best condition. I’m actually in the process of fixing a few typos that shouldn’t have made it that far.

If you are that person and you’re all like what the crap is this crap? Then please message me and I will send you the fixed version plus one of my other books of your choice for free.

I do plan to rerelease Llewyn’s Faith on a wider distribution once it’s fixed. It’s only listed on Amazon at the moment.

That’s all for now. Later, gators.

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RIP Maxwell

My furbaby died last Saturday. If you’ve been reading the blog for a while, you probably know who Max is/was. This is him.


One day a long time ago, a cat that belonged to a friend of mine had kittens. We saw these kittens when they were a few days old if I remember correctly.

They weren’t really of petting/holding age yet, but I do remember kneeling next to them to inform them how adorable they were. One of them broke from their little kitten group and started crawling toward me.

I didn’t think anything of it until a couple of months later, my friend brought me that kitten in a shoebox.

I did not request said kitten delivery, but I took it, nonetheless. I thought he could be my daughter’s cat.

That didn’t work out because she was a toddler and her tendency to carry him around by his head may have resulted in a lack of interest in wanting to be her cat.

So, he became mine.

It’s amazing just how much of my life involved him, my routines. Part of me still expects him to show up at certain times or whenever I do certain things.

I sit at the kitchen counter. He’s supposed to sit on the stool next to me and beg for my food.

I sit on the floor in my closet to put on my shoes. He’s supposed to come in and walk around like he just casually showed up, even though he’s there for a hug.

I go to bed. He’s supposed to sing his cat song and bring me his toy mouse.

I work at my desk. He’s supposed to curl up underneath.

But he doesn’t do that anymore, because he’s gone.

And I feel selfish for wanting these things because he was sick for two long years. I also feel guilty because if I had taken him to the vet a day or two sooner, he might’ve lived a little bit longer.

I’m looking forward to the day that my memories of him are fond and not just thoughts that make my heart sit heavier in my chest. I want to stop having to remind myself that he’s not coming back, that I am minus one furry shadow.

I am feeling a bit better about the whole thing, not perfect, but better. I have our other cat, Sneaker, to sort of keep me company.

As far as the future goes, I don’t plan to seek out another cat. That usually isn’t how we end up with pets. If I get another cat, it will probably be the one that shows up in my yard or some other delivery method, courtesy of the universe. Maybe I’ll get lucky and a reincarnation of Max will find me.


Coraline the book vs Coraline the movie

Hey there, internet! The weather this week has been amazing!! I finally got to open the windows and let in some fresh air. I do so love fresh air. It’s raining now but it’s still pretty warmish, relatively speaking.

I read Coraline this week. I’m getting ready to write another kids’ book (the first one isn’t out yet), so I thought it might be good for some inspiration. I love Neil Gaiman’s work, so the more I can get, the better.

I was actually a little surprised that I liked the movie better than the book. That usually isn’t the case. I feel guilty, like I’m breaking some kind of bookworm rule.

Why did I like the film version better? The movie is more imaginative. For instance, most of the garden scenes aren’t in the book. Wybie (one of the main characters in the movie) isn’t there at all, neither is the doll with the button eyes. The story is fundamentally the same. It just lacks a lot of the color and depth the movie had.

I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. The book is only 160 pages (about 30,000 words) long, which I feel is really short. My 12-year-old son agreed. He does still plan to read it, despite or maybe because of the shortness of it.

I don’t want to say I’m disappointed because I did like it, and Gaiman is still one of my top 5 favorite authors. This just wasn’t my favorite work of his.


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Movie: Gods of Egypt

Guess what I have. It’s a movie post! I know, I know. I haven’t done one in forever. But here we are.

Gods of Egypt

Description from IMDB: “Mortal hero Bek teams with the god Horus in an alliance against Set, the merciless god of darkness who has usurped Egypt’s throne, plunging the once peaceful and prosperous empire into chaos and conflict.”

Okay, I know I might get some jeers for this one. Gods of Egypt seems to be the movie to hate right now, but I honestly did like it.

I didn’t read about the whole whitewashing thing until after I saw it, but I did notice the multitude of white people, primarily the main characters. I mean, come on. The story takes place in Egypt. A few of my pale-skinned brethren could’ve been there due to some European presence but the ratio was way off. Almost every character that mattered was white.

Once I got past that, the movie was great. So much of it was big, the scenery, the buildings, the monsters, the action, big, big, big and CGI. Lots of CGI, which fit this high-fantasy version of ancient Egypt.

There’s a chariot pulled by big scarab beetles, snake ladies riding giant vipers, a super creepy version of Anubis (my fave), and a bunch of other stuff that’s fun to watch.

The battles are pretty cool. They reminded me of the Avengers fight scenes, people flying around and breaking buildings and such.

My only complaint, other than the lack of ethnic authenticity, was that the movie was too long. They could’ve chopped 20-30 minutes off the thing, and it would’ve been fine. Gods of Egypt gets a C+.

Trials and Trilogies

Hi! How are my favorite internet people? Not too much is going on over here, except for work. There’s always work, which is fine and dandy by me.

Writing the last part of a trilogy is a lot more difficult than I thought it would be. I’ve written sequels before and that wasn’t a huge deal , but a three-fer is apparently an entirely different animal. This one is the third AnnaBeth book.

As I’ve moved along her story line, things have gotten more complex. Book 1 was an introduction to her world. Book 2 built on that. Book 3 builds on everything.

I’m trying to keep it as simple as possible but fresh at the same time, which means new characters. I’ve got 7 new ones in this installment. That seems like a lot.

They’re kind of grouped together, though. Like a pair of them are demons, and there’s a witch and warlock couple. I have a 2-in-1 ghost. So, if you can remember who one is, you can probably remember the other one.

I did cut some characters, at least 4 that I can think of off the top of my head. They didn’t die or anything; they just aren’t in this book. So maybe it will balance out in the end.

One main character might die. I don’t know for sure yet. I have to see where the story wants to go.

I have a goal to finish the rough draft by 2/28. I think that’s about 2 months from when I started. It’s a nice time frame, efficient but not nanowrimo-level crazy. I’m at about 50,000 words at the moment. I can make it if I get my butt moving.

That’s the project for this weekend – typing many words. I don’t think my social butterfly husband planned anything, which means extended quiet time may be in my near future.

Oh, I should mention that Love and the Dark is now free on Amazon. Woo! So if you haven’t grabbed a copy yet, here is the link.

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Love and the Dark

Hey there, cats and kittens! Guess what. It’s new book time! That’s right after several delays due to me, the thing is done; the thing is available. And it’s free, unless you have some extreme attachment to Amazon. It’s 99 cents there.

Sooo, it’s a sort-of romance inspired by the relationship between Alfred Hitchcock and Tippi Hedren, only my actress is into her director. I say it’s sort of a romance because there’s other stuff going on. People are getting murdered. The mafia is running around being charming, and there are the Hollywood people, some of them being equally charming. I liked this one a lot, and I think it shows.

It’s only available in ebook form at the moment. I’ll get the print edition out later this year when I try to get all of that biz cleaned up. I’ve got some old editions that need to go.

Anyway, stop reading this, and go read the book. It’s free (except for on amazon). If you like it, I hope you’ll leave a review because those are important to us wordslingers.


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