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Book Heart

With Valentine’s Day right around the corner, I wanted to take a minute to just say thank you.

You see… I’ve been on this particular journey for about a decade now and odds are pretty high that, if you’re reading this, you’ve been with me every step of the way. There have been times – though you may not have known it – that I couldn’t have kept going without you.

Dreams of being a famous author are just that… dreams.

Will I keep reaching for them? Sure.

But it’s far more important that you precious few who have been here all along know that your support is far more valuable.

Even when you curse my name.

Even when you grumble about my cruelty.

Even when you stop reading long enough to glare in my general direction no matter where you are.

Still, you keep reading.

You keep asking for more.

And I know I’m doing my job.

Thank you, my friends.

Seykolova’s Craft Stash

I told you, before, that I did other things in my copious (non-existent) amounts of free time…
I may even have shared a link or two.

The time has come, the walrus said, to talk of many things…

Wait… that’s not it.

I’ve decided that, in an somewhat thought-out attempt to keep myself together, that it was time to bring all my projects together.

To that end, you’ll notice a new tab in the top menu for Seykolova’s Craft Stash.

If you’re looking for fun, quirky, unique gifts… well… if you’re here, you already know kind of how my brain works. Aren’t you at least a little curious?

Drop Point Disaster

Yes.

It’s true.

Heroes of Vadim Episode II – Drop Point Disaster is now available!

Just when you thought it was safe to pull out your dicebag…

Lauren and her friends are doing what they love: continuing to live their ultra-geeky lives to the fullest.

The others had managed to put their adventure in Vadim behind them: coming up with every excuse in the book – and making up a few- to convince themselves it didn’t really happen…

Except that it did…

Once More With Feeling…

Here we go again.

Rushing headlong into the New Year with me sitting here in front of my computer getting ready to tell you that I really plan to do better this coming year.

It could be worse, I suppose.

I could have so many things not to do that the only thing left would be to write novels and leave long, meaningful messages here for you.

Ah… wouldn’t that be lovely…

Here’s to the new year!

To meeting new friends, reaching new heights, and reading new books.

Yup.

New books.

Stay tuned, my friends…

Happy 2019!

Plot Twist!

So far, 2018 has been a wild roller coaster of craziness and lemons – certainly not all bad, but pretty much all crazy.

Here we are in February and you’re finally hearing from me.

Take this as a sign of things to come… actual posts here and, if we’re all lucky, some updates and announcements you’re really interested in.

Until then, friends, don’t give up on me.

I’m always here… even when I’m quiet.

Happy New Year!

It’s not too late to wish you all a Happy New Year, is it?

I mean…

At least we’re still in January, this year.

It’s a start. 🙂

Life continues at its apparently normal blinding speed, complete with crazy twists and turns that would make roller coaster designers nauseous.

But I am here.

I haven’t forgotten you.

And, Gods willing, I’ll have more to say next time around 🙂

Until then, friends, do what you do because it’s right, decent, and kind.
Just that. Just kind.

A Christmas Story

I wrote this a few years ago. Some of you may have seen in on my Facebook page at that time.

I really do like it, though… so I thought I’d share it again.

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I’ve watched for years from my place in the tree.

I’ve watched boxes of cordial cherries empty as if by magic and batches of fudge and carefully painted candies be packed into pretty boxes.  I’ve watched them dance around different living rooms singing Christmas carols.  And I’ve watched the sleepy-eyed daughter become the sleepy-eyed mother with four sleepy-eyed daughters of her own.

Every year, for the last several, the daughters have marveled when the mother pulls me from my sleeping place: in awe of my apparently very old age and, probably more amazing, the way the mother’s eyes light up when they start trying to find me a place on the tree.

I’m almost always one of the first of the old ones to find my branch.  It’s hard to say why, but that’s how it goes… and I must confess, I rather like it that way.  The lights on the tree sparkle in the mother’s eyes, you see, and I am reminded of the way her eyes used to shine when we were both much younger: when there was more joy and magic in her every day than work, pain, or fatigue.

Some days are better than others and some are worse: some days she’s dancing around singing to herself and others she’s forcing her face to smile to hide the pain in her body or heart from the smiling face requesting a hug.

The other old ones and I seem to possess a particular magic, though…

No matter how hard the day has been, how her body aches, or how she tries to fight back tears while the rest of the house sleeps, we are able to make her eyes sparkle.  If only for a moment, less time than it takes for one of the lights to blink, she smiles.  The expression might not even make it all the way to her lips but it shows in her eyes and I, for one, am always glad to see it.

The time will come, far too soon, when the other old ones and I will go back to sleep.  I wonder if the mother, our precious sleepy-eyed little girl, realizes we dream of her while we wait…

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There may be a regularly scheduled post in a few weeks… or not. It’s hard to guess how the holidays are going to go.

Until next time, friends… especially if next time doesn’t come until next year…

May all the love and warmth and joy be yours and may whatever Holidays are yours be the Happiest!

Black Friday

I wasn’t sure I’d get this post written with the craziness of NaNoWriMo coming to a close and all the cooking involved in our (not necessarily your) traditional Thanksgiving feast.

However, the NaNo spirits blessed me with completion late Wednesday afternoon which, as you might expect, made cooking yesterday a whole lot easier (and less of a mess for my poor abused little laptop).

Giving myself a few days then I’ll go back to the draft and start polishing it up.

I have a few non-writing projects that need my attention, a house that needs decorating, and a cold I need to kick before I have to go back to the Day Job on Monday, so I’m going to go ahead and leave this one short…

Until next time, friends:
Be thankful for what you have and what you have had…
And, above all, be thankful to the people you have and have had… because their love is worth more than any of the other stuff.