Autumn Leaves

Current Reading:  The Romanovs: 1613-1918 by – Simon Sebag Montefiore (My library check out expired before I could finish it. I am a sad panda)

Current Listening: Lindsey Stirling – Something Wild ft. Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness (From Disney’s Pete’s Dragon)

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So, I have been a little shy about updating the blog these last few weeks. Life has been busy.  We have been getting back into the rhythm of life after vacation and school starting.  I blinked and we are five days into September.  My sixteen year old is now seventeen and time keeps plodding away. To me, the best news is that fall is right right around the corner.   What is your favorite season and why?

Am I the only one who prefers the crisp air of autumn and the crunch of dead leaves to summer’s heat? I love the bite of cold (or hot) apple cider and the creepy feeling that always accompanies October”s arrival.  I love corn mazes and hay rides and do not do anywhere near as much as I would like to in the fall.  Perhaps we can change that this year.

Oh and…in case you are not counting:

FOURTY DAYS UNTIL SHADOW’S JOURNEY RELEASES!!!!

If you would like to attend the cover reveal for Shadow’s Journey,  please drop into my Facebook page and the event to let me know you’re coming.   I can’t wait to share the cover with all of you.  This was a new type of design for my books and may lead to a new look for the series as a whole in the distant future.  I like the covers where they are for the moment.

I have a challenge going on right now.  My Facebook page is up to 93 likes.  Help a girl out if you like what I do and follow the blog.  I’d love to hit 100 by release day.  Release day is October 15. So please, if you could. Like my author page, share it,  comment on it. I’m always available for questions or comments. Drop me a message. I don’t bite.

 

 

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Updates!

Current reading:  Prophecy – Cassandra Morgan

Inspired by:  “Come From Away”  – Original Broadway Cast

Hello people!

So I have a major announcement.  Shadow’s Journey will be released October 15,  2017.  Please join me from 2-5 to celebrate at Gathering Volumes!  I will be raffling off a copy of the new book.  Can’t wait to see you there! Summer is here. What do you guys do in the summer?  I admit, I read.  I have never been the outdoorsy type. I like my books and my little corner of the world.   I do like walks when it’s cool and sunny.    The photo below is from one of my favorite parks in our area.  I love walking down by the river.  There is always -something- to see.

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In other news,  revisions are going well.  I should finish right on schedule.  This will be what I’m going back to as soon as I finish this blog post.   9 more files to goooo.  Then onto layout.   I have also written a little more of The Guardian’s Fall so those of you that have missed the continuation of that story will get to see more in the July edition of the Maeseloria Monthly.     So, with that being said, back to work for me.  Stay tuned to Facebook for information about the new book release.   Hope all is well in your corners of the world! Take care.

 

Poking  My Head Out of the Sand

Current Reading:   Prophecy – Cassandra Morgan

Inspired by:  My playlist,  keep reading.

So I was inspired by a dear friend who posted on her blog about twenty songs that make her move. Check out her website here.   I commented on her blog with my twenty songs that make me move and promised her that I would write up a little list of songs I write to.  I am adding a twist to this.   I’m giving you guys the list and a challenge.  Tell me which characters you’d associate these songs with.    I will tell you if they match what I utilize certain songs for.   Game on guys!  Keep reading,  there’s a few book updates coming after the list. Feel free to steal for your own lists.  I’ve linked a YouTube video to each song.

Top 20 writing songs

  1. Beyond the Veil – Lindsey Stirling
  2. Shatter Me – Lindsey Stirling
  3. Sounds of Silence – Disturbed
  4. Only One – Lifehouse
  5. Beyond – William Joseph
  6. Into Darkness – BrunuhVille
  7. Eternal – Evanescence
  8. The Ghost of You – My Chemical Romance
  9. I Will Not Bow – Breaking Benjamin
  10. Voodoo – Godsmack
  11. The Chain – Fleetwood Mac
  12. The Reckoning – Halestorm
  13. Throne – Bring Me the Horizon
  14. Writing’s On The Wall – Sam Smith
  15. Via Purifico – Nobuo Uematsu
  16. Words as Weapons – Seether
  17. Here – Alessia Cara
  18. Master of Tides – Lindsey Stirling
  19. Best I’ll Ever Be (Acoustic Version) – Sister Hazel
  20. Moonlight Sonata – Ludwig van Beethoven

So, happy guessing.   Comment with your thoughts below. I’m excited to see what you guys think. Also,  what songs make you move?  Thanks to Mia for the idea.

In other news, I have completed round one of revisions for Shadow’s Journey.  Round two is underway.    I am already flirting with ideas for the next book. (THANK YOU – You know who you are)   School is out so finding time between parenting and work has been a challenge.  We are shooting for an October  release date.   I say we because I might write them,  I might publish them but my family and friends keep me level during the process.  Thanks guys.  ❤ Stay tuned for teasers.

Seventeen and Thirty-Seven

Inspiration:  If It Makes You Happy – Sheryl Crow

Thirty-seven has a  way of forgetting what seventeen feels like.  Especially when seventeen shows up and bludgeons you right between the eyes.  Thirty-seven has a way of looking at seventeen and asking  “what the fuck were you thinking?”    At times, this can mean  just about anything from questionable fashion choices to choices that impact and, perhaps, change the outcomes of the rest of our lives.   I will be the first person to admit I did stupid shit.  At seventeen I had big dreams but was so ill prepared to meet those challenges that I chuckle now.     So seventeen smacked me upside the head tonight in the form of this photo:  (Sandra’s note:  If anyone that did not know me when I was seventeen can find me in this photo, brownie points to you.)

Senior Class Photo 1997

I no longer really keep up with the people I sat near in those days.  I naively thought they would be the kind of friends that would be around forever.   I could not have been more wrong.  I lost track of everyone.  The person I was then and the one I am now are very different people.     In a way,  I think that is how it was supposed to happen for me.  I do not mean to say my growing process was different or more difficult than anyone else’s.  Everyone’s journey is different.

I was a kid then.  A kid who could not be certain what she wanted.   A kid who was always afraid to say what she really felt because she did not trust herself.  A kid who tried too hard to make everyone else happy and tried too little to figure out what made her happy.  The kid I was probably could not have imagined me now and that’s okay.  That growing up,  I think,  started my senior year but did not really gain traction until my early twenties.  Having children forces you to grow beyond yourself.  At least, I think it should.  The girl I was could not understand that disappointment is a natural part of living,  so is failure.    That girl had not yet learned to pick herself up from those things.    She learned the hard way, to be honest.

That girl expected it all to be sunshine and roses.  I just smile at her now because I see her so often in my daughter.     I see her uncertainty.  I see her willingness to hide in her sarcasm rather than tell anyone what she really thinks and feels.   I see her struggle “not to hurt anyone’s feelings”  and hear her regret when she says things she “didn’t mean to” because she just couldn’t take it anymore and exploded.  Yeah,  I know that kid.

I  am not at all ashamed of the girl I was.   The girl I was,  in a way, makes me the woman I am.  The woman is wiser.  The woman rushes less, thinks more.   She trusts less,  analyzes more.   At times, she analyzes too much but hey,  I am only human.  So, it was hardly my intention when I wrote this to turn it into a depressing diatribe about the past.  I just find the whole thing amusing and sad at once because, in hindsight, I see wasted and missed opportunities.   When I look at it that way,  I look at my husband and think,  “Okay, maybe not wasted,  those misses had purpose and brought me here. I wouldn’t trade here for anything.”

So, to end on a higher note.  I looked up the top 100 songs of 1997.  I graduated the summer of ’97.   I look at this list and cringe a little because I am painfully reminded that popular is not always good. This chart is according to Billboard music.    So be honest readers, did any of you jam out to any of the following top twenty songs:

1 Elton John Candle In The Wind 1997 / Something About The Way You Look Tonight
2 Jewel Foolish Games / You Were Meant For Me
3 Puff Daddy and Faith Evans I’ll Be Missing You
4 Toni Braxton Un-Break My Heart
5 Puff Daddy Can’t Nobody Hold Me Down
6 R. Kelly I Believe I Can Fly
7 En Vogue Don’t Let Go (Love)
8 Mark Morrison Return Of The Mack
9 LeAnn Rimes How Do I Live
10 Spice Girls Wannabe
11 Backstreet Boys Quit Playing Games (With My Heart)
12 Hanson MMMBop
13 Monica For You I Will
14 Usher You Make Me Wanna…
15 Meredith Brooks Bitch
16 Keith Sweat Nobody
17 Third Eye Blind Semi-Charmed Life
18 Duncan Sheik Barely Breathing
19 Az Yet feat. Peter Cetera Hard To Say I’m Sorry
20 Notorious B.I.G. Mo Money Mo Problems

 

I have to admit I rocked out to Meredith Brooks and still do at times.   I still love Semi-Charmed Life,  Foolish Games, and  Don’t Let Go.   Did anyone else do the Macarena at senior homecoming? For the record, I still don’t dance.  What are some of your favorite 90s tunes?    This is just a snapshot  of a year in my life.  What does your snapshot look like?

 

 

 

 

 

Because I haven’t had enough coffee for a title…

Current reading:  Prophecy –  Cassandra Morgan / Mage: The Awakening,  2nd edition

Inspired by:  The Chain – Fleetwood Mac

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Books and roses, two of my favorite things. 

 

So a first happened for me on Thursday…

I got asked to speak at a writer’s group.

For those of you that know me well,  I am not at all comfortable with being the center of attention.  I am always stepping back for more knowledgeable,  more eloquent people.  I come across better in my writing than I do in person.  I have an inordinate fondness for the word fuck. I am not always appropriate or fluent.  I’m just me and, at times,  I feel that’s inadequate for the task I am given.  Do I bite the bullet and do it anyway? Sure. It just comes out kind of awkward.

Public speaking is a concept that terrifies me.  Hell, at my first book signing I was too keyed up to do a reading .  My teenager graciously agreed to do so.   So being invited is a big deal to me.  To the friend that invited me, thank you.  To the people that graciously listened and asked questions while I tried to stammer through a coherent explanation to my process, getting published and everything involved with that craziness,  thank you in duplicate.  It really mean a lot to me that you feel like I have advice to give.   And honestly,  I’m  a firm believer in paying it forward.  When I started a support group did not exist.  I knew no other writers in my local area to connect with.

Until I met my husband,  people did not get that need to create inside me or respect the fact that it was a need in the first place.   I did not understand the need half as well as I do now.  I take that back.  One person understood but at the time he was so mired in his own situations that I did not lean when I needed to.  You know who you are.  M’bad.  ❤

I meant what I said at the end.

No matter what,  keep going.  Don’t hesitate.  Life’s going to keep right on moving whether you do or not.

What have you got to lose?

So, in a nutshell,  I got to meet some new folks who suffer from a lot of the struggles many of us do.  Lack of time,  stories fizzling out,  ideas that always seem stuck in work-in-progress land.  In truth, it happens to all of us.  I have two or three unfinished, unfollowed through on ideas.  Maeseloria takes up a great deal of my time and focus.   Admittedly, the single track for my creativity helps with my focus.   And, in truth, Maeseloria evolved from multiple stories that I played around with for years.  I just found a thread to tie them together and it worked.

At any rate,  to those in the group that may be reading this…thanks for having me.  I’d be delighted to join you again sometime soon.   If you need feedback, brainstorming,  even a pep talk…or if you just want to shoot the shit,  you have my email address.

In other related news,  I see the light at the end of the first-round revision tunnel!  The last chapter has been hand revised and needs keyed.   That should be tackled this weekend.   I’ll keep you posted.     I am going to try and post more often here but life has been crazy as of late and the motivation on my part lacking.   So with that being said,  I am requesting feedback from all of you.  What do you like to see on this blog? Do you enjoy the snippets and potential storylines?  Do you like the life updates? The social commentary?  Do you wish I would post more often?   Throw me some feedback in the comments guys or email, or tweet or Facebook me.   I’m pretty easy to find.

 

 

Reading habits

Hi everyone!

I suffer from an innate curiosity that is sometimes a blessing; sometimes a curse.  At times,  I cannot help but ask questions and pursue an answer further.  I’m the one that researches while watching historical fiction or if I want more information.  I like research.

So I got tagged in a recent Facebook post and it got me curious about those of you who follow the blog.  The list was simple but I wanted to expand a little.  The why’s are always important to me.  So give me your list, tell me your why if you’d like. Or just present the list. 🙂  (I may or may not have responded to a similar blog post from a fellow author a few months back)

Here’s the Facebook post:

Ten Books

I’ve been tagged to name 10 books that have meant something to me.
Rules: In your status line, list 10 books that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take more than a few minutes and don’t think too hard ~ they don’t have to be the “right” or great works, just the ones that have touched you. Tag 10 friends, including me, so I’ll see your list.

I don’t tag people for stuff like this, so please feel free to consider yourself tagged if this is your kind of thing. I’m curious to see what some of my favorite bookworms respond with.

1. It – Stephen King
2. The Stand – Stephen King
3. Sleepers – Lorenzo Carcaterra
4. The Constant Princess – Philippa Gregory
5. Hamlet – Shakespeare
6. The Diary of a Young Girl – Anne Frank
7. North and South (1 & 2) – John Jakes
8. A Farewell to Arms – Ernest Hemingway
9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings – Maya Angelou
10. No Greater Love – Danielle Steel

So here’s my why:

Books  1 and 2:  Well worn, well loved favorites.  I read It for the first time when I was sixteen.  The Stand, 17 or 18 I think.  These two books got me turned on to the concept of epic storytelling.  They made me want to write.  Looking at it later in life,  I think those two things got me started. I’m sure King gets a lot of authors started but those two books are special for me.  Besides, they’re just damned good stories.

Book 3:  This book made the list not only because it is a favorite but it’s about survival.  This author really takes you into the minds of these characters and their motivations. I won’t spoil what it’s about but if you have ever seen the film they made from it–the film doens’t do the novel justice.

Book 4:  I read this book after I saw the film The Other Boleyn girl and watched The Tudors.  I love my history. I love my Tudor England. What gets me about this particular book is Katherine of Aragon’s story and the quiet strength she resonated in the face of many adversities.  The story unfolds from her childhood through her first marriage and her life with Henry VIII.  Through many hardships and heartaches, she remained true and as constant as the title of the book suggests.

Book 5: I read this in high school.  There is a copy of this book on my shelf and it still gets taken out from time to time and read.  Hamlet’s tale is amazing and, in many regards a story within a story.  This above all to thine own self be true.   – One of my favorite quotes ever as well as a constant reminder. The more I age, the more that quote impacts me.

Book 6:  Okay, who did not read this book at some point in their high school/middle school existence?  About two years ago, my daughter brought it home again because they were reading it in school.  I picked it up and read it again for old times sake.  Anne’s story is important to me because, to me, all she had left was imagination and in many ways I think that imagination may have gotten her through those long, terrifying days.

Book 7:  This is the only two-fer that made my list.  The reaso n I love these books is because they put a very human face on war.  They explain how people can grow and exist on both sides of the battle lines.  They address the horrors of the Civil War and what happened to families before, during and after. If you have never read these books and enjoy either historical fiction or the civil war–check them out. They’re worth the read.

Book 8:  I read this book in high school much like Hamlet and Anne Frank but this was the first war story I ever read and it left an impact on me at 16.  I think I loved the love story wrapped up in the middle of war torn Europe.  There are other books that have that same style but lack Hemingway’s depth.  I also think this book had a big impact on my love for history and wanting to track down the history behind the story.

Book 9:  I could write for hours about this book. If you have a creative mind and love a powerful story,  read this book.  Her words stay with me. So does the power of her story.  If you are unfamiliar with Maya Angelou,  go look her up.

Book 10:  I have not picked up this author in more than a decade but I will pick up this story and Message from Nam any day over a lot of other authors.  No Greater Love is a story of self-sacrifice in the face of tragedy.  The story, to me, is about putting the good of others ahead of your own, doing what you have to do regardless of the cost,  because it is right, because it needs doing.   For me, the main character’s will to see her family not just survive but thrive touches me.

 

Okay, so those are my ten.  To my readers,  tell me what you guys read.  Funny thing is there is not really a single Fantasy novel on that list.   Share your suggestions with me!  I’d love to hear you.  In the comments, via email, Twitter or Facebook.  I’d love to hear from you!

For my regular readers,  my sincerest apologies on the delay of April’s newsletter.  Life got ahead of me and, well, some silly author did not click the button to actually schedule the campaign.

Hope to hear from you soon!

Storms

Inspired by:   Hallelujah – Lindsey Stirling

Current Reading:  Stephen King’s-It  (One of my favorite books,  read it for the first time when I was 16. Readers, what was your first favorite, best loved adult read?)

So forgive the radio silence for the last little while, everyone.  Life showed up and took a big old chunk out of yours truly.  My daughter has hit a major change in her health.  Not world ending, or life threatening but a new normal is how I am going to choose to put it.   So, that has taken me off the creative grid for a while, put revisions on hold,  and basically leaving me with the dire need to write or go nuts.  So here we are.

I am not going into details because well, that’s just not how I manage life. The people that need to know do.  So I have been thinking lately and came across a photo writing prompt that got the gears turning.  At this time, the photo cannot be included in this blog due to copyright and I don’t feel like tracking down the photographer to get permission to use it.   At any rate the gears got going because a the image was of a winding path and a tree set back from the road. Overhead was a beautiful storm cloud either rolling in or rolling out.  It felt like either the calm right before or the calm right after the storm. I feel like I am in the calm after and things are starting to still.  To quote Alexandra, “Light knows I’ve been wrong before.” We’ll see where the path leads.  Some times, it just comes down to weathering the storm.

So the image and the song got me going but before I get to the more creative endeavors,  I have a small announcement to make.  On April 29th,  our friends at Gathering Volumes will be hosting a massive event for Independent Book Store Day celebration featuring a whole slew of local authors from 10 a.m. to 4 p.m.  I will be on hand with my handsome assistant (read: husband) signing and selling books.  There will also be a gift basket available for a drawing. The latter I’m still putting together. When I figure out what is in said gift basket, I will let you all know.   Also, cupcakes.  Because well,  cupcakes are awesome.

At any rate,  if you’re in the Ohio/Michigan area and fancy a road trip,  go check out the Facebook event.  That will list times and what other events will be on hand. It promises to be a fantastic time.

With that being said,  I know some of you are probably waiting on the next installment with Alex and Marc.  It’s coming. I have a character that is demanding to be developed.  But not tonight because well this little writer feels bedtime calling. To you faithful readers,  leave me a little comment below of what you think about the story arc if you’re following along.  Take care!

Better late than never

Current Listening:  Rains of Catamere – Break of Reality

Current Reading: (As far as I’m concerned, audiobooks count)  Dark Tower III:  The Waste Lands – Stephen King

So I’m a slacker, I admit it.  Life shows up,  book 5 revisions show up and this tends to go by the wayside.  This first part of the year has been absolutely insane. Usually things settle down about late February but this year that just has not been the case.   So far, early 2017 has been running from one fire to the next.  At least, that’s how it feels.

At any rate,  for those that don’t know,  I have developed an avid interest in tabletop gaming.  This started with my first D&D campaign last year at GenCon and has evolved into an every other Saturday online event.  Well,  for those unfamiliar  with the genre, tabletop role play is basically a storyteller’s dream if you like to game.  You create a character within a specific world and act within that world to build a story. This story can include combat and just about any scenario you can think of.    The only real limit is the games mechanics and your imagination.

Lately, my Saturday adventures have been within the world of Deadlands.  This game is a western type sci-fi and it challenged me in terms of my storytelling and character development because it’s just a smidge outside my normal comfort level.  So I’m sharing the character I created for this world and her…introspection I guess.  I hope you enjoy.

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The doctor had come and gone.  The morning, from what she could see, was clear and bright.  Doctor Palmer,  who had some sort of history with her charge, said she would be at least another week abed before she could expect any reasonable return to normalcy.  Her bloodstained shirt and pants were long gone in favor of a loose shirt and pants that he could maneuver around her bandages with ease.  What the doctor and her compatriots had seen during the course of his examination, Deandra gave little thought to.  The time for southern modesty had long since passed.

Richard Speakman, for all his gruff sternness,  had been a godsend.  He saw to not only her needs but Kara’s and Rodrigo’s as well.  Deandra suspected that there was a further motive to the man but she was in no position to investigate.  As it stood now,  Deandra owed him and one Sioux her life.  In truth, she owed them all her life.  After all, she knew quite well what it was to be left behind.  Her lips thinned to a line. She had more or less been on her own since she was a teenager.

The first week had been a haze of drifting consciousness and pain.  The only thing she really remembered clearly was that both Kara and Rodrigo had not left her.  Kara might as well been stapled to her bedside while her own wounds healed.   Everyone had taken a beating to get away from the Dusky Jewel. They lost Simon McCoy in the retreat too.

When she began to mend, she asked Speakman if he could procure a leather bound notebook and pen for her. Her own had been lost when the stagecoach up-ended the very first day she met Rodrigo and Kara.  The man had complied with a smile.  That smile had its own secrets but for now she would take what help she could get.  Perhaps Kara’s distrust of people was rubbing off on her.

As of late most of her writing had been lent to case reports but often she used such endeavors to clear her head.  Right now, matters were puzzling and her head was a mess of emotions that needed an outlet.  With that in mind,  Deandra pushed herself into a careful sitting position.  If she moved quietly enough,  she might avoid waking a still-slumbering Kara.  At least, she could hope.  Her dark hair was carefully plaited down her back. She did not ask who responsible for the messy plait as she was in no condition to do so herself without pulling at the doctor’s careful stitches.

She put a pen to paper.  At times like this she missed her parents. Her father would have been both amazed and saddened at what the world had become. The concept of ghost rock and technological advancements would have astounded him but distinct lack of safety in the west would have dismayed him to say the least.   In his memory, she did what she could to keep the innocent safe.

Dear Mama and Papa,

Missing you today hurts anew but I have found I am not alone anymore…

She tapped her pen on the page with a thoughtful smile before she continued.   Deandra documented their journey and the success they had at discovering the Dusky Jewel.  From what she had heard as she drifted in and out of sleep,  Rodrigo had told Speakman who then informed the authorities of the camp’s existence.  Her thoughts flickered back to Agent McCoy as she considered his sacrifice.

I still don’t know if I could have saved him but it came down to a choice between Simon McCoy and my friend.  My friend…I haven’t used those words since I was a girl.  I don’t regret the choice in the least but the child in me wishes I could have saved them both.  Speakman says he sees no reason this success should not usher me into a full Agency position but, my god, at what cost?

Writing her parents often eased not only the ache of losing them but the loneliness that came from a girl displaced from her home.  Her aunt and uncle, though very kind, served to educate her and put a roof over her head but, they were not parents. She had school acquaintances but she would never have suspected a single one of them cared enough to throw her unconscious, bloody, body on a horse and try to stabilize her in order to assure her survival.

At times, her aunt and uncle had no idea what to do with her. She suspected that they breathed a sigh of relief when she entered the Agency and headed west. New York was not home.  Hell, from what she heard she suspected that the south might not be home anymore. Where did that leave her?   A smile curled her lips as she thought about her assignment,  which Speakman assured her,  would remain part of her objective whether she was promoted or not.

The Mexican Blade is as deadly as his nickname but he ruffles people’s feathers over the mildest thing.  He is outspoken and usually drunk but he means well.  He went for the doctor that saved my life, from what Kara told me.  Speakman also indicated he threatened to shoot the doctor if he did not come immediately.  So,  I suppose the cat is out of the bag about my affiliations but I do not believe he realizes my exact purpose here.  Watch him, they said. Keep him alive, they said.  They did not really indicate why but orders are orders.  Why my superiors would want such a notorious outlaw kept alive is beyond me.

Deandra paused again to reflect on those orders and the impact they had on her life. Duty was duty, she decided as she glanced over at Kara.  She suspected that her friend was just giving her the illusion of sleep to give her the perception of privacy. Kara was sometimes good like that.  If she wanted to know,  Deandra would tell her what was on her mind.  Yes, duty was duty but friendship was another monster entirely.

 

Spooksville

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No music today, just well wishes for a very scary Halloween.  Halloween is a big deal in my family.  It falls three days after my husband’s birthday and everyone in my family loves to get dressed up, carve pumpkins and decorate my parent’s house (pics later, gang).  One year, the fright was bad enough that neighborhood kids ran screaming down the street.  That year was a little over the top but still fun.  I’m leaving in a few here to go get the house decor  started.  Again, pics later.

What are your Halloween traditions?  Do you enjoy a good scare?  A good horror flick?   Now,  I leave you with the following quote…I need to go hide some glow in the dark spiders in my teenager’s dresser.

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By the by, fellow bloggers…who’s doing nanowrimo this year?  Have a great day everyone! Stay safe!

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