Hmmm…

I promised a writing update, didn’t I?

In the midst of all the other craziness life has in store, I am pretty much always writing something.

My muse, in case you were unaware, is a tad bit mercurial.

She feeds on coffee, chocolate, and booze (and chili-cheese Fritos for fight scenes) and sometimes goes silent for extended periods of time. Those periods, however, seldom coincide with the times Real Life and the Day Job need me the most. Go figure.

Bonus: my self portrait from my photography class.

True to form – since I really have no time – she’s pounding on my skull with alarming variety and frequency. So, with all the changes to the Day Job, my college courses (yes, I am skipping summer vacation in favor of education), and the normal everyday stuff… she has me working on four different projects.

Yes.

Four.

So… maybe mercurial wasn’t a strong enough word 😉

One: Urban Wardens III

No, you didn’t miss Urban Wardens II. Editing is a slow process right now – can’t imagine why 😉 I had quite a bit of this one done but didn’t care for one of the subplots, so I had to go back and make some adjustments.

Two: The Bridesmaids Had Pockets

Not my normal sort of project, but one that’s turning out to be a lot of fun.

When I first started helping Eldest Spawn & The Boy plan their big day we had no time and less money to work with… so, with the insanity of it all still fresh in my mind (along with the Hold My Beer attitude fed by all the Plan Your Wedding in 6 Months for under $6K articles), I started a tongue-in-cheek how-to guide for wedding planning.

And yes, Eldest Spawn’s bridesmaids did, in fact, have pockets.

Three: Title Keeps Changing

Catchy, huh? Seriously, though… I’ve gone through a half dozen working titles and none of them actually work, so… hopefully I figure it out before the book’s done.

If you follow the Facebook page at all, excerpts from this one pop up on occasion: first-person, bad attitude, monster hunter. The one that parties with trolls.

Four: Untitled


This one is still very much in its infancy. It’s one of those projects where someone said something (commented on a photo, actually) and the muse wouldn’t shut up about it.

Here’s the picture.

There’s only a little groundwork on this one, so far, so I’m not going to give much here… but if you’re reading this, you’re probably a little familiar with my style so I’ll let you chew on the possibilities for a while.

There’s your update, friends. Pardon me while I go figure out how to mainline Black Silk.

Until next time:

Never give up. Never surrender.

No, seriously. Never give up.

She’s ba-aa-aa-ack…

Unfortunately, my prediction from late February was accurate.

I had NO time for anything between my last post here and the wedding celebration.

But…

Mr & Mrs Asdell-Baize under the sword arch.
Eldest spawn and The Boy… now Mr & Mrs…

We pulled it all off and it was pretty damned amazing… if I do say so myself.

Now, after a couple weeks of down-time (or what passes for down-time in my life), it’s time to get back to doing all the rest of the things I do.

You know… four different writing projects, a couple college courses, the Day Job, the craft thing… but hey – at least I’m back.

Stay tuned, friends…

For Whom the Bell Tolls…

In case you haven’t heard, Eldest Spawn and her long-time partner in crime are going to go ahead and make it official.

The Boy proposed New Year’s 2018 – right after midnight – and they’ve been hemming and hawing about a date since then.

Now, with an impending 800 mile relocation, they decided it was best to tie the knot before they leave the homeland.

Being a fairly decent event planner, it’s ended up being my job – which is fine. It keeps the budget (super thin shoestring) in check and keeps other local wedding planners from having to deal with me as MotB.

Because seriously, friends… let’s face it… nobody wants to deal with me in full-blown, big budget, MotB mode. That’s a horror novel waiting to happen.

Sadly, this may mean I fall behind here. My plan is not to but my planning skills are being used elsewhere.

I promise not to forget you’re here and I won’t forget to write – trust me, I’m going to need the down-time.

Until next time, friends…

Celebrate love in the ways that fit your life.
The ones who love you won’t mind and the ones that do mind don’t matter.