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On Submission.

“The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting.” ― Sun TzuThe Art of War

 

Submission

Write—

or insert verb of choice,

hit the wall.

Lather.

Rinse.

Repeat.

Only the characters in this story have forgotten,

one thing.

Submission…

can also be a form of dominance.

That line, you know—

it’s a thin one.

 

This (below) is what I’m writing novels (Beyond Bedrock) and bad poetry to this week. Reminds me of Lana— it’s dark and lovely. Albeit a little “pop-ish” for my palate. But lyrically, and for pacing… perfection.

 

I’ve got a girl crush…

“I’ve got a girl crush

Hate to admit it but,

I got a hard rush

It’s not slowing down” — Lori McKenna, song writer 

I’ve started writing the third and final book in the Bedrock Series and I have to say that I’ve been a bit hesitant to write/finish/share this one. But, then again, I think I’m always a little hesitant at the beginning.

The truth is, I thought I was done with the Bedrock books after I published Breaking Bedrock. I felt that I’d turned the page, finished the chapter, and closed the book, on these characters, so to speak. The trouble is, most of the correspondence I receive is about William and Addison. Fans of theirs want to know what happened to them, they want more, and they’ve asked for it again and again.

Still, for me there was hesitancy—which I think in part came from feeling like I’d told their story to its extent, that the characters had gotten their happy ending, and perhaps it was best just to let it be what it is. I really wasn’t expecting that there would be more… but in the end, I decided… maybe there’s beauty in that.

So, I started working on the book anyway, just to see, and to my surprise it wasn’t long before I’d found their voices once again and hit my stride. And I thought…hmmm…maybe…

I’m not terribly superstitious, or maybe I am…but somewhere along the way, just after I started, I asked the universe, or the muse, or whoever, to show me a sign. It sounds crazy (and it probably is) but I wanted to know that these characters still had a story left within them that they wanted told. Also, I wanted to know if I had the passion within myself to tell whatever that story was. I wasn’t interested in continuing the series just for the sake of continuing. I needed to be pulled in…

And then someone in the know sent me the song below along with a note that said “If you want your sign, here it is.” And I swear it was perfect. Lyrically perfect. It was just one of those things… that when you know, you know. After listening to it I realized that there is a story here waiting to be told, and I think this song encapsulates a large part of that story very well. Also, as a side note, I predict this song will be one of the biggest of 2015. :)

I was sent the original version by LBT but when I was searching for it to share with you guys I came across KC’s cover and well, since I’m more of a bluesy kind of girl I prefer this one.

And… with that, below is the synopsis for the third and final book in the Bedrock Series, Beyond Bedrock.

It’s a bit like the song. Not at all what you think it is going to be about. But it’s also like the song, too. :) Just a little seedier and a whole lot less innocent. ;)

Beyond Bedrock, tentatively scheduled for somewhere around April Fool’s Day. ;)  

Addison and William Hartman’s once tumultuous affair is mostly a thing of the past. These days it seems they have it all—that the world is literally at their fingertips. They are finally living their hard won happily ever after.

Settled into a marriage that is anything but normal, the two of them are learning the art of the dance it takes to make a long-term commitment between a pair of highly passionate and driven people work. The question is whether or not they can sustain it. 

And it appears they can—that they have the give and take in the bag—until outside forces beyond their control come forth and change the course of their lives, once again—and this time, not for the better. 

The final book in the Bedrock Trilogy, this story explores what happens after the curtain closes and the reality of happily ever after begins.

Just wondering…

“Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.” ― C.S. Lewis

I recently spent some time among a crowd 20-30+ years older than myself. And if I’m being completely honest it scared me. It really, really scared me.

It wasn’t the people, I’m pretty sure– they were fine, but more so the fact that as the minutes wore on the more there was no denying that there seemed to be a sense of magic among them that was missing, as though any curiosity they might have once held about the world and the way it works, had long ago gone stale. I couldn’t put my finger on it…complacency, maybe. Resignation, likely.

I listened as they described events and experiences that had taken place in their lives over the past year and it seemed while not particularly negative, there was almost zero sense of wonderment about the places they’d gone and the things that they had seen.

And, so, I went home and I swore that I would not ever, ever become that way. And then I got to thinking about the places I’d gone and the people and things I’d seen and I found myself awake at 2AM (again) with this poem on the tip of my tongue:

 

Just Wondering.

 

On this bitterly cold winters night,

I lie here thinking of you.

And wondering if—

wherever you are,

you might be thinking of me, too.

 

Only, when I wrote it down on paper and re-read it back to myself I decided that it sounded rather sad. Which was odd because when it appeared there on the tip of my tongue, I wasn’t feeling especially sad. At all.

This is one thing that always surprises me about writing. One never knows what is going to come out. I can be ecstatic and my writing turns out depressing. And vice versa. It almost never makes any sense at the time. Kind of like life. ;)

Anyway, so, down the rabbit hole I went (as is often unavoidable at 2AM) and the best I could come up with was that earlier after the encounter mentioned above I’d been thinking of many of the people who’d crossed my path and considering where they are now and what they might be doing. But it isn’t so much that I was sad or that I missing them, per se —but more so perhaps that I miss the person I was when we crossed paths.

And by missing I don’t necessarily mean in a sad way, but more so in the way that you look at an old photograph of yourself as a kid and think ‘wasn’t I cute.’ They’re just memories. Nothing more, nothing less. Sometimes happy, sometimes sad, and sometimes a little of both.

This, I realize is what growth must feel like. Painful at times. Glorious at others. And in between…a little bittersweet. 

If not that, and if nothing else, maybe all the wondering simply means you’re still curious.

And by golly, if you’re still curious, then you can’t possibly have lost ‘it” yet, right?

To be clear, by ‘it,‘ I mean the magic…

Right?!? :)

 

Your Pitch.

Hydrogenated and androgynous milky white love is all I have to offer you. Would you like me to pour it in your coffee, or directly into your soul?” ― Jarod Kintz, The Days of Yay are Here! Wake Me Up When They’re Over.

I wrote the bad poetry you’ll find below in my head last night around 2AM—somewhere between a dream and actual sleep.

I’m not sure why… it could’ve been the decongestant mixed with the 3 PM coffee (never a good idea) or it could’ve been pure excitement and a full heart over a release day gone well.

In any case, thank you to all of you who made yesterday so special.

I offer you my latest bad poetry.

Raw and unedited, just the way I like it.

Hope you do too. 😉

Your Pitch.

Like a musical note,

the love you offer floats in the air between us—

nothing more,

and nothing less,

than a bittersweet lyric waiting to be spoken.

Only this time instead of reaching for it,

I watch as it drifts by.

For it’s the same old song—

just a different tune.

I’ve heard this one before.

It’s nothing new.

P.S. This has been on repeat around here. To me, it doesn’t get much better. :)

Breathless.

“As if you were on fire from within.

The moon lives in the lining of your skin.” ― Pablo Neruda

I’ve started my next book, which I’ll tell you all about soon enough…

In the meantime, Around The Bend releases tomorrow— and the early reviews look promising. ;)

Early on in the writing process of a new novel I sometimes start with poetry, and really bad poetry at that.

I find that it helps me get into the character’s head, little by little, as their voice becomes clearer.

It also, occasionally, helps me hear my own.

Raw, unedited…here’s the latest. ;)

Breathless.

My head presses against your chest,

and suddenly all is right in my world.

I come alive in the warmth of you,

your touch burns my skin.

The sound of your heartbeat,

makes it hard to breathe.

I would stay like this forever if I could,

knowing it might kill me.

But there’s no need.

For a minute in your arms,

is as good as eternity.

Until—only it isn’t.

And I let myself die a little more.

Just so I can live again.

Years passed.

“She knew that this day, this feeling, couldn’t last forever. Everything passed; that was partly why it was so beautiful. Things would get difficult again. But that was okay too.

The bravery was in moving forward, no matter what.” ― Lauren Oliver, Panic

A poem for my first friend.

Your number is still in my phone.

Though I no longer call…

I do, however, sometimes stare at old texts.

And think about how I might reply differently.

If only, there were answers.

If only—I’d known.

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Thirty-two, tomorrow. Time flies.

Just Because…

“Just because it’s Christmas—and at Christmas you tell the truth.” Love Actually

That quote actually has almost nothing to do with what I’m writing about today…but, it’s from one of my favorite holiday movies…

Anyhow, just because…NO book launch with my name attached to it would be complete without a not so minor freak out, resulting in major last minute changes—because one just knows what one wants— and has to have it… I present to you the new, updated Around The Bend cover.

A big thank you—especially to Lisa—for your hard work and for putting up with my incessantness—and to everyone who is working tirelessly to make the changes happen before release day.

Also, to those of you who have asked this is why the print version is not up for pre-order, my apologies.

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