The Beginning of a Friendship

 

The vacant apartment was freezing. It was a small one-bedroom. The paint was peeling, and she didn’t want to identify some of the smells. Sitting on the floor had been a risk, but since she would be sleeping here now… She knew she would have to suck it up.

There had been a change of plans. What was supposed to be a simple job had been made infinitely more complicated. Annabell leaned her head back into the wall and uncrossed her ankles because her foot was falling asleep.

“Where does your family think you are?” Arthur asked, from the other side of the small room, breaking the silence from their last heavy conversation.

They had been having more and more of those. He was sitting in a similar position as she had been. His gun was lying off to the side, but she knew he could have it in his hand and aimed in a matter of seconds. He had come more prepared than she had. She was envious of his heavy coat. She hadn’t expected to be here long and only had a thin sweater. He had offered her the coat, but she didn’t want to be surrounded by his scent.

“Don’t have much family,” she said. “My parents died in a car accident when I was a teenager, and I was an only child.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It is what it is,” she said with a shrug. “It’s been a long time. What about you?”

“I haven’t talked to mine in a while. My best friend and his wife are as close as it gets to family.”

“Do they know?” she asked quietly.

They had crossed paths a handful of times now. A tentative friendship had formed, but that was a dangerous question to ask. Even more so to answer. She forced herself to meet his gaze. He surveyed her for a minute before giving one slight nod. It was a sign of trust that he would let her have that information. No one was supposed to know about Garrote.

“They were there when I got the call,” he said just as quietly.

No one was there to overhear them, but saying it too loud felt reckless. Most of their conversations had been dangerous lately. They were an efficient team, so they were paired up often.

“Having people like that… How do you manage it?” she whispered, looking down at her shoe.

“If I have to be close, I make them out to be sources of information,” he said. She could still feel his eyes on her. “If we are ever paired up out that way… you can meet them if you want.”

“I think I would like that,” she said.

She hadn’t had anyone she would consider a friend since she got the call. Arthur was becoming that for her. If he trusted the people around him, she might be able to trust them too. She looked up at him again, and he let his gaze linger before looking away. She knew she had developed this crush, but it was inappropriate. She would never do anything about it. That would be more dangerous than having friends. She cleared her throat.

“How long do you think they will keep us waiting here?” she asked, needing the subject to go back to something harmless.

“Hard to say,” he said, shaking his head slightly. “The change in guest list to this party has them considering the best course of action.”

“I didn’t know the guest list changed.”

“Ah, yea,” he said, scrubbing his hand over the back of his neck. “I forgot you haven’t been in long. They aren’t forthcoming about information until after three years.”

“Why?”

“They need to ensure you’ll stay in line,” he said. “They can’t risk giving more because you could cause problems. Do as you’re told for that long… it builds some trust.”

She tilted her head, thinking about the implications of that. She hadn’t put much thought into how much information she was given and when, but the few times there had been a change in plans… she was left to sit just like this.

“So, they trust us to be out here with weapons, on orders, but not to have all the information?” she finally asked.

His face flushed. She waited for him to answer. She studied his face as he looked everywhere but at her. She didn’t know if he would tell her anything the longer he was silent.

“You aren’t supposed to know this,” he started. “You cannot change your behavior at all if I tell you.”

“Done.”

“The first three years, someone follows you while you are on jobs. Someone is specifically assigned to you and only takes jobs of their own while you are waiting for your next one,” he said softly.

“So someone is watching us now?”

“No. I’m here with you, so it will be my job to report back on you for this assignment.”

He looked uncomfortable. Another piece of information he was trusting her with. If she suddenly started watching for a tail, they would know he told her. There wouldn’t be another explanation.

“What do you have to report?” she asked.

“If you kept to the assignment, made or followed the plan, improvised correctly as needed, if you hesitated or talked to anyone you shouldn’t have. I’m supposed to say whether or not you are fit to continue.”

“How much trouble would you be in for telling me?”

“Re-education at best, execution at worst.”

“I won’t make trouble for you,” she said as she shifted.

She wanted to move closer to him but knew she shouldn’t. They needed to stay where they were. Professional boundaries. Even if a friendship was blooming. She didn’t think assassins were supposed to have friends at all. It wasn’t something she could ask around about. She was about to thank him, but his phone rang.

“Decker,” he said, clearing his throat.

She watched him as he listened to the caller. He nodded a lot, which made her suppress a grin. He had a tendency to talk with his hands while on the phone too. It was a charming quirk of his.

“We have a plan,” he said as he hung up the phone. “We’ve got two days to get ready to crash the party. We have four targets now. All need to be a message. We just have to figure out how to do it and get away clean.”

“Puzzles are one of my favorite things,” she said with a gleam in her eye.

“Then let’s get to work.”

Matchstick Excerpt 6: Bats

“The bats are out in full force tonight,” Annabell said.

“I’ve always loved watching them,” I said, grateful for something else to focus on.

“They have always creeped me out a little bit. I don’t want one to swoop down here and bite me,” Arthur said.

“They aren’t going to bite you,” I laughed.

“You don’t really know that, do you,” he grumbled.

“Are you a bug?” Annabell asked, trying to hide her grin. “If not, then you should be fine.”

He crossed his arms over his chest and scowled at Annabell. There was another noise in the woods. I turned my eyes back to the sky to keep from looking.

“It’s a raccoon,” Cali said softly in my ear.

I giggled. It didn’t sounds like me. It was borderline hysterical. I tried to reign it in, but I couldn’t. I was getting jumpy over a raccoon. I knew I sounded crazy. I knew I needed to cover it up.

“I’m sorry,” I said between fits of laughter. “I was just imagining a bat swooping down here to hang out with Arthur.”

Annabell started giggling too. Arthur was not amused.

(All excerpts are taken from a lightly edited first draft. Content here may be changed or removed entirely from the final novel.)

Apparently... It's Thursday...

 aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. It is after 11pm and I just realized this didn't happen. After CampNaNo, my brain was fried. I took days to not do things... then I forgot to do this... So. Here it is. Late. And I'm tired lol 

I finished writing Trust! It's done! I did it! 110,115 words in 31 days. After Matchstick I was afraid it was a fluke, but I think I can make this work more often! I might have a very good system down for all future books. Depending on how long they get... I might need to be careful about doing the whole thing in a month... but it will be fine. It's not like I'm prone to taking on more than I can handle and stressing myself out or anything... >.>

I know there was more I had planned on saying this week. I cannot think of any of it. It helps when I am not trying to write it so late at night... So, maybe that will end up moved to next week.. We'll see lol 

Until next week ♥

Lyrics in my head: 

If I go crazy 
Then will you still call me superman 
If I'm alive and well 
Will you be there to hold my hand

An Interview: Carly

“Thank you for coming in for the interview today.”

“It’s my pleasure,” Carly said as she folded herself into the chair. “It’ll be fun.”

“What do you like about your job?”

“Helping people,” she said easily. “I like helping to get people on their feet again and will do so however I can.”

“What made you pick a coffee shop?”

“I like coffee,” she said with a grin, leaning back into the chair. “It also provides a community space. Anyone can come in and sit. Everyone knows I don’t tolerate bullshit in my establishment. They are safe there.” She looked thoughtful, tilting her head to the side. “I think that’s why Vanessa and I get along so well. She’s a little… abrasive. However, she doesn’t let people get away with bullshit either.”

“You two would make a formidable team.”

“You know Vanessa would roll her eyes at that, but she would be secretly pleased.”

“Would you ever consider changing jobs, and if so, what would you want to do?”

“I don’t think I would,” she said, running her hand through her hair. “I don’t need to work. I have more coin than I could ever spend. I didn’t open that place to make money. It was just to help people. A safe space, a job, food, etc.”

“You truly are happy there.”

“Very much so,” she said with another smile.

“What’s a hobby you have?”

“Baking,” she said. “It relaxing, and it’s also something you can experiment with. Flavors, textures, even the products themselves.”

“Baking is a part of your job, though. Is it really a hobby?”

“Very much so,” she nodded. “I don’t serve everything I bake at the shop, but it can give me ideas.” She leaned forward and rested her elbows on her knees, lacing her fingers. “I’ve been working on a few new things I want to bring into the shop. It’s a fun challenge to find a way to make it work. As long as a batch is edible, I give to various groups living in the streets.”

“How did baking come to be hobbies of yours?”

“My mom wanted me to bake with her all the time,” she replied, fidgeting with her laced fingers. “She liked to experiment too. She told me it was a productive way to keep your brain sharp. After she died, I kept it up in her honor.”

“What skill do you have that might be surprising?”

“Fancy bar tricks and pool,” she said, leaning back with a mischievous grin. “For the bar tricks, I use syrups, whipped cream, and coffee paraphernalia. I don’t often do it in the shop, but it can be fun. The pool… I like to go into bars and hustle the arrogance off those that are rude to barmaids. I’m surprised I don’t already have a reputation for it.”

“That sounds a like it’s more of a hobby for you.”

“It is, in a way. Playing pool very well is a skill; hustling the arrogant assholes with attitude is a hobby.”

“Speaking of, how do you feel about Thomas now? You dressed him down in your shop at least once.”

“Thomas is one of the good ones,” she said with a warm smile. “He was a little lost and needed someone to stand up to him.”

“Do you credit James for some of that transformation?”

“No,” she said adamantly. “If you ask him, he would say it was all James, but that takes away from the work he put into himself. The people around him helped to guide him. He was the one to make the decision to listen and grow. I won’t take that away from him.”

“That’s a good way to look at it.”

She flashed a smile and shifted in the chair. The calm mask she wore was belied by the movement.

“People are ultimately in charge of their own lives. The rest of us can only provide support.”

“What does the perfect vacation look like to you?”

“Anything with horses. Caring for them, riding them, training them. I’ve always loved being around horses.” Her body relaxed some as a memory flashed across her face. “They are smarter than people give them credit for. While only fairies can talk to them directly, they do still speak to you; you just have to be willing to listen.”

“What about a perfect date?”

“I don’t date. I’m not really interested in it. I never have been. I just can’t put my heart into it. I’d rather cultivate deep friendships.”

“Those friendships sound wonderful.”

“They are. I cherish every one of them,” she said fondly.

“Thank you for taking the time to come and chat with me.”

“Anytime,” she said as she stood. “I’m sure I’ll be back once things settle down a little back in Kadence.”

“I look forward to it.”

She strode to the portal and tossed a wave and a smile over her shoulder before stepping through it.

Super Interesting and Unique Title

I try to name things somewhat related to something for the week. This is not the week. I don't know what it is, but sleep has not been my friend. I'm exhausted all the time, more so than usual. I had a whopping 1.5 hours of sleep the other night. So. That has been really fun lol 

The words have been hard. I'm behind. Again By like 2700 words. I need to get over 6k today to be on track again. I'm running out of days to play catch up. NaNo ends on Monday. I think a major part of it is because it's so close to the end. The first chapter is hard. The last quarter of the book is hard... at least for me. So. I'm struggling. 

I don't toss too much of this out there because... well, just because... but there is a person in my life determined to drive what's left of my sanity away. There is nothing I can do about it but attempt to ignore them. My noise canceling headphones help, but on Tuesday it was not enough. My nerves are already shot and I can tell you... that didn't help any. 

This has just not been a good week overall. There were some good things. I'm trying to focus on those. Like some of the crows and I dragged another crow into a whole new world and that has been endlessly entertaining lol My best friend put in an offer on a house and it was accepted! It's the cutest house omg. Him and his wife already have so many plans for it. I'm excited for them. There have been a lot of good conversations with several people in my life. So, I'm focusing on that. 

I need to be writing this book. I'm actually writing this TODAY. Not just making sure it's good to go like I do most weeks. So I think that will be all for now. 

Until next week ♥

Lyrics in my head: 

Pulled the car off the lookout
Could've followed my fears all the way down 
And maybe I don't know quite what to say
But I'm here in your doorway

First Assignments, Onyx

 

It sounded easy enough.

He read through the file, staked out the target for a few days, and then made a plan. He was prepared. Unlike the other recruits in the academy, he didn’t want to show he was the best at anything. He was already the youngest recruit, and he wasn’t pulled from Blade like the rest of them. He hadn’t wanted any more attention called to himself. He had done all his real training behind closed doors. He waited until the others were in bed or at lunch to make sure he could handle all the weapons. He kept himself in the middle of the pack.

He hadn’t thought twice about the job. At least until he stood on the rooftop across the street from his first target. It had become real. He was going to kill this man. His heart rate accelerated the longer he stood there. Even with all his skill and training, his hands trembled as he watched.

Easy had been the wrong word.

This man, Caleb, was a businessman. Onyx had followed him from meeting to meeting, looking for anything that could’ve landed him on Garrote's radar. It wasn’t until the third day he figured it out. Caleb spent some of his nights as a bookie for the humans. If they got behind… Well, then, he would use his magic to torment them. He had taken out two Blade teams that had come for him. Now, he just needed to be dealt with. Why Onyx had to follow him.

It needed to be an accident. Caleb was too well known to disappear and had too many friends to let it become an unsolved murder. He checked over all this gear for the fifth time before watching for Caleb to go to bed for the night. That night, he took longer than the others. It made Onyx fidget. There was a deadline. He didn’t want to wait.

When Caleb finally got in bed and turned off the light, Onyx glanced at his watch. He wanted to wait at least an hour. It was an agonizing hour. It was freezing on the roof as he waited.

After exactly an hour, Onyx got to work. He picked his way back across the U-shaped roof until he was standing above Caleb’s apartment. It would be the most dangerous part. Scaling the side of the building, past another apartment, without being noticed. He had attached the thick nylon rope when he got there before he settled in to watch Caleb’s night. He ran it through his harness and tossed the end over the side.

He took a deep breath as he stepped up to the ledge. He couldn’t believe he was going to go through with it. It was surreal. He hopped back and let his feet plant firmly on the smooth taupe wall. He made quick work of dropping two floors. The window he had chosen was always left cracked. People aren’t as worried about locking their windows on the 12th floor. Even in a city.

Onyx pushed the window open slowly, listening for any sounds inside. He sat on the window sill and waited to see if anyone noticed. When everything stayed silent, he swung his legs in and unhooked himself from the rope. He patted his pocket to make sure the vial was still secure.

He set his jaw and moved quietly through the apartment. When he got to the bedroom, the bed was empty. He bit back a curse. He didn’t know where Caleb could’ve gone, but he couldn’t be caught there. Onyx heard movement from down the hall and slipped into the shadows of the bedroom. When Caleb ambled into the room and flung himself on the bed, Onyx was hesitant to even breathe. He couldn’t be seen.

He stood perfectly still, keeping a careful hold on his breathing, until Caleb started snoring. Onyx slipped the vial and a syringe from one of the pockets on his vest. The Garrote healers had been working on a new serum, adalite. It was supposed to nullify magic and cause heart failure. He didn’t know how they had done it, but it made jobs like these easier, so he wouldn’t complain. It had to be kept warm, and once the seal on the vial was broken, he only had minutes to use it before whatever magic in the adalite would vanish, rendering it useless.

Onyx slowly pushed the needle in by the rim of the vial. In all the tests he had done, it was the quietest way to break a seal like this. As soon as the needle punctured the thin layer of aluminum, there was a hiss. Caleb bolted upright and looked right at him.

With a growl, Caleb launched himself to his feet. Onyx swore as he drew the fluid up into the syringe. He had to make it fast, or he couldn’t finish the job as instructed. Even with two more vials on him, he couldn’t leave any other marks. He couldn’t mess up his first assignment.

He dropped to the ground and rolled under Caleb’s strike. Onyx struck out with the needle but only managed to graze him. A mark he shouldn’t have left. Caleb grabbed books from the bookcase and hurled them at him. They were easy to dodge, and it didn’t take long to figure out why. He had been going for his gun. Onyx whipped his air magic in a frenzy to fling the gun away, but Caleb had been training with metal. It was weak, but there. The gun was caught between the dueling magical forces.

Onyx knew that would be the best way to strike. He leapt forward as he dropped his magic. Caleb snatched up the gun and turned it on Onyx, firing just as he was tackled. The bullet tore through Onyx’s left shoulder as he jammed the needle into Caleb’s bicep and pushed the plunger down.

Caleb tried to bring the gun around to fire again, but his body seized up. Onyx stumbled back from him and collapsed on the floor as he watched the spasms that took over his target. He watched as the life slid from his body. He couldn’t move. His breathing came in ragged bursts.

He had been trained for this. He knew what he was supposed to do. He knew he was supposed to push aside the feeling until later. He knew he was supposed to stand. He knew he needed to clean up the scene. He knew all of it, but he couldn’t move. He was rooted to the floor.

Murderer.

It was the only thought that would slide through his mind, twining to his heart as it squeezed. He didn’t know how long he sat there. Something in him snapped, and he climbed to his feet. The pain in his shoulder was overwhelming. He reached for a tin of salve in his vest. He had to go into the bathroom to examine the wound. After applying the salve, he returned to that bedroom and got to work. The gun was put back in its place, and the books had to be returned to the shelf. He had to drag Caleb closer to the bed as if he had collapsed out of it. He used his air magic to remove all of his blood.

He didn’t have a way to fix the bullet hole in the wall. It couldn’t stay there. He paced as he went through his options. Finally, he pulled the bullet out of the hole and used his air magic to align the pieces. It wasn’t perfect, and if anyone looked too closely, they would see it. It was the best he could do.

He checked the room over one last time and let his eyes linger on the man he had killed before he went back to the window and hoisted himself up. He slid the window closed to where he’d found it. His shoulder protested the climb back to the roof.

He had finished his first assignment.

The Lions Look Good This Year

 I know we say that every year, but this year is different! I swear! This really is our year. It has to be. We looked good at the end of last season. We have so much promise for this season. As of the time this posts, there is exactly 49 days until the Lion's first game of the regular season! Which is actually the opener of the whole NFL regular season. It's going to be great. Trust me. 

I'm on a little behind on NaNo... I've hit the halfway point in the book. Which makes it easier and harder all at the same time. I don't plan my books out. Vanessa lives in my head and tells me things. I know some things I want to happen or a general direction the book is going in, but none of the specifics. I'm just as surprised by a lot of the things as everyone else. The thing about being at a halfway point, is things need to start pointing to a resolution. I have to make sure to reign the story in. Sometimes it works better than other. Edits makes it all look intentional lol 

I've been reading more again, and it's awesome. I'm still working on Empire of Storms. That's how much reading I haven't been doing... Usually a book this size can be done in under a week (and that's if I'm on top of limiting time reading, otherwise like two days). I think I've had this one open for... I don't even know, but it's been a while. After this one, there is only two more books left in the series and I move on to Crescent City. I'm still salty at how long I have to wait for the ACOTAR book... I need to know things there. TOG is a completed series, so I will get an ending. I guess CC is still running too. It's like torture I tell you. 

I'm pulling it all back together again this week. I'm not going to be morose. I have a lot happening and most of it is good. Going to focus on that. C.O. would be proud. I'm also doing some reading for a couple of the crows. So that's something else for me to focus on. I haven't decided how healthy it is, but we can just pretend the bad stuff isn't there and find other things to do lol I know there has to be a balance in there, but I'm not good at balance 

The castle in the sky in Terraria is complete. Now I'm working on the second one while also deciding I need to do some more progression stuff. So my evenings have been relaxing with Terraria and watching Suits. I need that time to do nothing of importance to keep hold of my sanity. 

Until next week ♥

Lyrics in my head: 

Let's go to hell together
We can burn forever 
I've got nothing better to do 
You know that I'm not a rebel 
I just know the devil 
Can't be much worse than me and you

AND

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go
I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home 
I'll spend forever wondering if you knew
I was enchanted to meet you

Matchstick Excerpt 5: Smores

Once I got the fire going, I plopped down in front of it. I saw the people in the cabin next to us. They were a young couple, and they raised a hand in greeting as they got their own fire going.

“Ok, ready to eat?” Onyx said as he settled in next to me.

“Can we eat the smores first?”

“You are going to end up eating all the smores, and then you won’t want a hot dog,” he said laughing.

I just grinned. He rolled his eyes, but the smile never left his face. He handed me a stick and I popped a marshmallow on it. I stuck it immediately in the fire and waited for it to be engulfed in flames before bringing it slowly back to me to blow it out. Onyx shook his head.

“They are better if you burn the outside, and it doesn’t take as long before you get to eat them,” I said as I smooshed it between the chocolate and crackers.

“Patience is a virtue,” he said.

“One that I do not possess.”

I squealed as he reached over and scooped me up, placing me in his lap. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my cheek. I leaned back into him and rested my hands on his arms. I could stay like this all night. I tipped my head back and laid it on his shoulder.

(All excerpts are taken from a lightly edited first draft. The content may change or be removed entirely from the final novel.)

To My Crows, With Love

For distractions on the worst of days. 

For listening to all the crazy in my life. 

For the lack of judgment. 

For silly conversations. 
For GIF spam, both with love and with wild inappropriateness.
For the shared love of explosions and murder (fictionally speaking).
For the word count races. 
For planning impossible road trips.
For the help. 
For motivation and inspiration. 
For a special brand of weird. 
For a place I feel comfortable in. 

With another hard week running, having the crows has been a life saver for me. It's been a place I spend a lot of time in now. I have discord open almost all time. The turns tabling have been pushed away. I feel better. I mean, I'm still struggling, and I can still feel the weight of the stress, but it's been easier to carry with me. Even when I don't talk about the exactness of it... Just being in there brings me a level of peace. I am forever grateful. 

The writing has been going. One of the crows in particular races me all the time. It's one of the best ways to getting writing done when you are as competitive as I am! Due to some events yesterday, I'm behind for CampNaNo. I'm going to get it back on track by the end of the weekend and hope to get ahead next week. Having a cushion in there is nice when days like yesterday happen. I'm feeling more confident in my ability to get this done. Writing Vanessa again is coming easier. I know I will have to push some stuff in the beginning around since I couldn't nail her voice down in the first few chapters, but it's doable. 

Vanessa's story means a lot to me. After writing my first book way back when, I was going through some stuff. I was struggling with my identity as a writer. I didn't write anything for years. Vanessa gave me the spark back. When I started her story, I was still struggling. A lot. buuut she was persistent. While Harley and her story will always be close to my heart, Vanessa brought back my passion for stories. 

Parenting is one of the hardest things I've ever done. Seeing all the problems she might have and knowing I can't stop them... I can't make her listen to me. I remember what it's like to have grand plans with a naïve expectation of how the world will be. No matter how many conversations we have, no matter what insight I can give her... I'm still just mom, and mom's just don't get it. The entirety of is has been weighing on me a lot. In five months she will be an adult. There is this spiral of guilt that I didn't do enough or that I should've made different choices. I guess that remains to be seen. I've had a lot of conversations with my mom about how she handled this transition. It helps some. Maybe in a few years I'll feel better about it all. We'll see. 

The music has been hitting so much harder lately too. I'm feeling everything deeper than normal, and I already feel things hard. Some of it is just my personality, some of it is being an empath, and I know some of it is the bi-polar. I live my life in extremes. I'm not happy, I'm ecstatic. I'm not sad, I'm devastated. I'm not angry, I'm furious. Even my baseline runs high or low depending on the day. Music has this ability to pull the emotions even harder, but sometimes (like now), it's even more impactful. I'm still obsessing over Taylor. Speak Now (Taylor's Version) just dropped, and I'm all about it. Everything is so good. I've got a lot of Ed Sheeran in there too. After listening to his two newest albums... I'm obsessed there too. 

Because of the crows talking all about the Steam Summer Sale... we got to talking about Terraria. One of them teamed up with me to get people to buy it lol Soooo I've been playing it a lot again. I love this game so much. It's so fantastic. I really want to play all day, but I know I can't do that. So it's become my reward for doing all the writing things. Currently working on a castle in the sky. Do you know how much stone it takes to make enough grey brick for a castle to house all the NPCs? A lot. It takes a lot. I keep running out lol 

Ok, I think that's enough. I'm a little morose this week, sorry lol

Until next week ♥

Lyrics in my head:

My bad habits lead to late nights ending alone 
Conversations with a stranger I barely know 
Swearin this will be the last but it probably wont
I got nothin left to lose, or use, or do

AND

And there we are again when no one had to know 
You kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath 
Sacred prayer and we'd swear
To remember it all too well

An Interview: James

 “Thank you for coming in for the interview today, James.”

“Thank you for having me,” he said with a genuine smile as he gracefully folded himself into the chair, unbuttoning his suit jacket. “How are you doing this fine day?”

“I’m very well. You?”

“Spectacular,” he said, crossing his ankle over his knee. “I do have some things I need to get back and attend to, though.”

“Of course! I know you’re all very busy, so we’ll get right to it. What do you like about your job?”

“The security,” he said easily. “V and I only answer to each other, and we only rely on each other.”

“But you have clients to please. So there is some accountability to others.”

“To a degree, yes,” he said thoughtfully, tipping his head. “Growing up like we did leaves you… wanting, for a lot. It’s something we don’t have to worry about now. We don’t get involved in things we don’t want to be involved in. We don’t have to be afraid anymore. That’s what matters to us most.”

There was a shift in him. It was subtle, but his muscles tensed, and his spine straightened. The easy smile never left his face, but darkness clouded his eyes for a moment. He held himself with a disarming grace. That darkness was gone in the blink of an eye like it had never been.

“Would you ever consider changing jobs, and if so, what would you want to do?”

“I can’t imagine doing anything else,” he said. “Vanessa and I would find a way to make this work, no matter what we had to do.” His smile faltered a little, but he righted it again. “She and I have been through a lot together. We will always make it work.”

“The two of you have a very close relationship.”

“It was just the two of us for a very long time,” he said, the warmth returning to his features. “When you very literally put your life in someone else’s hands for almost your entire life… it has that effect.”

“What’s a hobby you have?”

“Hobbies are something I’m still working on. Gus has been showing me things about woodcarving. I’ve been thinking about starting a collection of daggers, too. Cassidy was doing some flower weaving the other day that looked interesting, too,” he said thoughtfully. “I just want to try everything. There is so much of the world out there. Why would I want to settle for only understanding part of it?”

All the tension from earlier drained from his body as he talked. There was an air of wistfulness about him. It projected the same kind of vibe as Cassidy’s wanderlust.

“Is there anything you don’t want to try?”

“Cooking,” he said without hesitation. “I have cooked precisely one time, and I hate it.” A smirk spread across his face as he leaned forward. “Vanessa and I almost caught the kitchen on fire trying to make grilled cheese. We swore off it soon after. Luckily Thomas is an excellent cook when he wants to be.”

“How would you set the kitchen on fire with a grilled cheese?”

“Well,” he said, laughing. “Apparently, you don’t actually fry them in oil. When we dropped them in, there was too much oil, and it started overflowing and bubbling. We both ran. Some things were melted. It was a mess. Cassidy never let us forget it.”

He was trying to stifle his laugh, but it wasn’t working. He let his head fall forward as he got himself under control again.

“Other than that… I’m open to most things. I don’t know that I would want to take on a high-risk hobby. I already have enough of that in my life, but I wouldn’t be opposed to it if someone I cared about wanted me to try it.”

“What skill do you have that might be surprising?”

“I can sing,” he said bashfully. “I don’t do it often because I don’t like to have all the attention on me, but sometimes I will do it.”

“Want to try something now?”

“Ah, I’m running short on time…” he said, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck. “Maybe another time.”

A little bit of a blush was creeping over his cheeks.

“Of course. We are almost done. What does the perfect vacation look like to you?”

“Having time with Vanessa and Thomas without anything blowing up or danger of any kind,” he said, biting his lip. “There always tends to be one thing or another keeping us on our toes. It would be nice to have some time with just the three of us.”

“How would Vanessa and Thomas feel about that?”

“Now?” he laughed. “They would be happy with it. While they had a very rocky start, things between them are much better now. They have a better understanding of each other.”

“What about a perfect date?”

“Stargazing with a bottle of wine,” he said, leaning back in the chair and lacing his fingers together in his lap. “It gives you something to focus on if you need it, but also something to talk about. It can be anything you want it to be in the moment without pressure.”

“That does sound like a fantastic date. Well, that’s all I have for you. The portal over there will take you back.”

“It was a pleasure,” he said as he stood and re-buttoned his jacket. “I’m sure I’ll be back soon.”

He gave a slight bow before walking back to the portal.

The Turns May be Table-ing

 I seriously hate the fourth of July. Yes, I know, fun killer... whatever. I live in a city neighborhood. The houses are close together and close to the street. There are 100 year old trees everywhere. Yes, lets set off professional grade fireworks in the street. PERFECT. Why not. This year someone has taken to setting off M80s in the neighborhood too. Nothing like sitting outside and then having what amounts to a bomb going off. For like two weeks I get to be increasingly more paranoid someone is going to set the street on fire (a few years ago, they did set a tree on fire) until my final anxiety fueled spiral on the fourth itself...  Which this year included people down the street knocking the power line off their house with a firework and knocking the power out to half the block. 

It's always bad. I hate it. My cats hate it. So, I hate the fourth, and I'm always happy when it's over.

Said stress about the fireworks only adds to the other stress I've got going on right now. Thankfully, the fireworks are about done. Probably a couple more days of occasional ones, buuuut for the most part, it's better. I'm really hoping there is a light at the end of the tunnel for the rest of it soon. Some of it is parenting related. The Child Unit will be an adult in six months. I don't know how that happened, but I'm a little bit freaking out about it. So. That's a thing I'm worried about. The other stuff isn't mine to tell. It's hitting in waves, but it's been hard. 

The music has been a rollercoaster lately. I'm bouncing between a playlist with nothing but Taylor Swift songs, a playlist a friend of mine made for summer, and the one I use to write Trust. There is some overlap there, but all of it has been a whirlwind in my head. It's fantastic. Music is one of my favorite things, and it helps everything so much. 

There hasn't been as much reading lately as I would like, but I'm working on it. CampNaNo has introduced some stressed of it's own in my life. I'm spending a lot more time in front of my laptop trying to make it happen. I'm keeping up, but barely. I really want to say I pulled it off. It would be so fantastic to know for sure I can write at this pace on the regular and that Matchstick wasn't a fluke. That remains to be seen. There is a lot of July left still. 

I said before, I'm productively adrift. I can feel myself pulling closer and closer to adrift and I need to stop that from happening. There is too much for me to do for me to get lost in the chaos of my mind... but I am overdue for it. Maybe I should be happy I've held on for this long. Here's to pushing through and hoping to retain some level of sanity in the process (although anyone that knows me will tell you I lost what was left of my sanity years ago lol). 

Until next week ♥

Lyrics in my head:
I see your monsters, I see your pain
Tell me your problems, I'll chase them away
I'll be your lighthouse, I'll make it ok
When I see your monsters, I'll stand there so brave
And chase them all away

AND 

They told me all my cages were mental

So I got wasted like all my potential 

And my words shoot to kill when I'm mad

I have a lot of regrets about that 

When Arthur Met Annabell

I never liked the jobs I had to work with other people. It was easier to get things done by yourself. Having someone else around was a wild card. If they got sloppy, you would get wrapped up in it. I was supposed to be meeting whoever it was at the airport. They had to fly in. International jobs were always harder too. Human customs, laws, passports, etc., had to be respected. It didn’t matter that I was in what was equivalent to their military black ops. We didn’t get special treatment. We didn’t have workarounds.

I was already here when they told me someone else would join me. The job had gotten more complicated. Instead of just a warlord, three of his wives had to go too. Apparently, they were a party to whatever this was. They decided I couldn’t take on all four by myself. It was possible, not ideal, but possible. Yet here I was, standing in an airport, holding a sign that said, Bellamy. I knew that wasn’t a real name. We weren’t allowed to have those until we showed up.

The plane had finally landed. People were streaming off. Most happily chatting amongst themselves. A few were on their own. I eyed everyone carefully, trying to determine who I was there for. That’s when the small blonde ambled up to me.

“You must be my ride,” she drawled.

“I think you’re mistaken,” I said. “I’m here for Bellamy. We have a job to do together.”

“Then I’m in the right place, sugar,” she said with a wink.

She walked passed me and forced me to catch up. I sized her up as I approached. She was built like a debutante and was much too… happy. Very few Garrote members showed up to a meet like this with a smile on their face. I hoped this wasn’t her first job. I didn’t want to be responsible for getting us both out of there.

“I’ve got a few bags to grab,” she drawled as I matched her pace. “You can go on and get the car. I’ll meet you out front.”

I didn’t answer her. I was too annoyed by the entire situation. I walked off in the direction of the doors. I didn’t want to have to train her. That would add more time to this. I was supposed to get back home as soon as possible. Harley had started to come into her magic. I was so proud of her; I wanted to see her wielding it. Her birthday was coming up too. I promised her I would come to her birthday party this year. I had to miss the last three because I was working.

I climbed into the car and sighed. I had to be nice to her. If I was nice to her and tried to match her energy, it would be easier for us to work together. I put the car in gear and got in the line for picking up travelers. The line was moving relatively quickly, but it was still taking longer than I wanted it to.

I saw her walk out of the building. She didn’t know what car I was in, so she wasn’t going to come looking for me. A man started to approach her. I didn’t like the look of him. He was leering at her. Raking his eyes over her body like a dog checking out a steak. He reached out and touched her arm. She pulled away. I couldn’t hear what she said, but he didn’t look happy. He reached for her again. I was about to get out of the car to help her.

She grabbed his arm, twisted it behind his back, and slammed him face-first into the ground. Somehow she had a gun in her hand, pressed into his back. People started to scurry away, but she produced something from her shirt that made them feel better, but only just.

She leaned down and said something to him. He nodded franticly, and she let go. She readjusted the bag over her shoulder that she hadn’t bothered removing before flinging that guy onto the ground.

I finally got up to where she was and popped the trunk. She tossed her bags in there before plopping down in the passenger seat and holstering her gun.

“How in the hell did you get away with having a gun on the plane?” I asked her incredulously.

“I have an air marshal badge,” she said, grinning as she flashed it at me.

“They let you go through a human law enforcement training?”

“I didn’t say I was an air marshal. I said I have a badge,” she said, tucking it back in her shirt. “I probably shouldn’t have flipped him like that. Drew too much attention to myself. It’s one of those things, though. He approached me because I’m small, cute, and I look friendly. Maybe next time, he will think twice before accosting a woman.”

“What did you say to him when you had him on the ground?” I asked her as I pulled the car back into traffic.

“That if he ever did that again, I’d find him and cut his balls off. Then I told him he owed me an apology, which he offered up very quickly.”

“How long have you been in?” I asked.

“About a year and a half now,” she said thoughtfully. “This is my first time going overseas, though. Maybe after the job is done, I can get away with some sightseeing before they send me off again.”

It was right then I knew I liked her. She didn’t hesitate to capitalize on a situation. Scare the living daylights out of a sleazeball and then ponder tourist spots. It was a good trait to have in this field. I would be happy to work with her now and in the future. There were very few people I could say that about.

Throne of Glass series- Sara J Maas ♥♥♥♥♥

Throne of Glass- Sara J Maas
Throne of Glass, 432 pages- ♥♥♥♥♥
Crown of Midnight, 432  pages- ♥♥♥♥♥
Heir of Fire, 576 pages- ♥♥♥♥♥

I love the structure of this series. The way the character relationships grow, change, and unfold, the way the world is built, and the voice that is shown. This is a quieter series than ACOTAR was. While ACOTAR was loud, in your face, and aggressive... TOG is subtle, fluid, and slow burn. It's a carefully cultivated dance of emotions that swirl around you until you are swept up in it. The first book was good. I liked it. I connected to it. The second book was better and I felt so much more connected to the people. But the third book... that third one so far is the best. It hits harder, it feels harder, and it's my favorite to date. I'm reading the fourth book right now. I'm sure I will forget to comment on it until after I've read several more books, but I have high hopes. 

I still have a lot of questions, there are still some things I am hesitant about when it comes to character relationships and trust, but, to me, that makes it better. It makes it feel real. I'm invested in these people. When I find a book that's good, like really good, the characters become real to me. Like friends I can surround myself with. Maas has achieved that here. 

Hitting this slower pace was like a balm to the chaos and aggression of ACOTAR (which I loved, but man I felt it so hard I didn't think I would be able to pick anything else up for a while). This one is still just as emotional and rollercoaster like, it just whispers to you instead of screaming. There are seven books total, and I'm ready to devour them. 

Overall Rating: ♥♥♥♥♥

I just wanna liiiive (aka read)

 After being told by a bunch of people that I've spent too much time doing various working related things... I took a break. I spent several glorious days reading. Living in someone else's made up world. I want to just keep doing that. I forgot how lovely it can be to sit down and devour books. Especially when the books are just so good you feel it in your soul. Alas... I have to do other things, but the break was nice. 

I'm also stressed beyond belief right now. Some of it is my own. Some of it is second hand. I know a couple people that are under heavy stress right now and I can feel it. It sits heavy in my chest because I can't fix it. I don't know what it is about me, but I just want to fix things for people. I want them to be ok. I want them to be happy (I was recently dragged to the personality test thing, and it wasn't a surprise to see I'm INFJ-T). So, between wishing I could help them and my own shit... It's been a lot. I think the break helped some with that too. Regardless, I just have to live with it. Work around and through it. I have hope that things will start to get better soon. I have to, otherwise it's just too hard. 

Speaking of stress... CampNaNo starts on Saturday. It's really starting to set in how much work that's going to be. I get flare ups of it. I've been able to talk myself down every time so far. So that's good. My Crows have been a huge help too. Blowing off steam with them brings me back down to earth. Especially the sisters. I love them. 

I need to strike a better balance in my life. I bounce from one thing to another with such intensity that I can barely breathe sometimes. I'm definitely missing C.O. right now. I still haven't gotten my appointments with him back. I still tell myself what I know he would tell me, but it's not quite the same. I'm productive, but also adrift... if that makes any sense. It probably doesn't lol I should be more capable of describing my own shit (ya know, the whole writer thing...), but I am not. So. I'm a very productive adrift person. Sigh.

I've been (lovingly) bullied into writing a book that has always been more of a joke. I don't know when it's going to happen for sure. It's one of those things that will get occasional attention until I'm in a fantastic place with my scheduled series'. I can't give it my full attention right now. It freaks me out a little to be writing this book... I'm not ready to give details about it yet. Just that it's a completely different beast from what I'm doing now. It's non-fiction for one... So, we'll see how that goes. 

I'm off to write some more backstories for this place of my own personal insanity. My characters are screaming at me. They need to be let out for a little while. 

Until next week ♥

Lyrics in my head:
And I'm not even sorry
Nights are so starry, blood moon lit
It must be counterfeit 
I think there's been a glitch

Matchstick Excerpt 4: Healing

 “The bandages can probably come off now,” he said as I helped him sit on the bed. “Cali said they only needed to be there long enough to left the creams take effect.”

“Happy to be rid of them?” I asked as I helped him take his shirt off. Maneuvering his arms to do it on his own was still taxing.

“Yes. Not only does that mean I am close to fully healed, but I don’t have to deal with them catching on things, pulling at the skin, or impeding movements.”

I carefully removed the bandages. All of his skill looked much better than it had before. There were still some pink spots, and some of the skin was textured now. It would likely stay that way for a long while. He tried to hide it from me, but I knew how much he was worried about it.

I had to keep reminding myself that I am not entitled to thoughts he hasn’t willingly shared. He didn’t want me to know, and he didn’t want to talk about it. It wasn’t my place to make him. I ached to tell him how I felt about it. It wasn’t vain, it was human. It was a change that he didn’t ask for. I wanted to tell him that I cared about him exactly the same as I had before. I wanted him to know that it wouldn’t change anything for me. That I still thought he was incredibly and tantalizingly attractive.

I couldn’t. I couldn’t dive into reassuring all of his fears because he didn’t want me to know them. He tried to hide them, and I didn’t realize it until I found them. This was new territory for me. I didn’t know if I should tell him or not. Staying silence felt dishonest, but telling him felt like a betrayal or a violation of his innermost self.

I moved between his knees and leaned into him, letting my arms rest lightly on his shoulders. I kissed his forehead as his arms came around my waist. I held onto him for a minute before stepping back to help him lay down.

“Come lay next to me. I want to talk to you about something,” he said softly.

“This doesn’t sound like a good something,” I replied as I helped him get situated.

“It’s not bad, it’s just important.”

I pulled my jeans off before sliding into the other side of the bed. He shifted closer to me, but didn’t rest his head on my shoulder. I turned onto my side and took his hand.

(All excerpts are taken from a lightly edited first draft. Content here is subject to change or be removed entirely from the finished novel.)

ACOTAR series- Sara J Maas- ♥♥♥♥♥

 Sara J Maas- ACOTAR series
A Court of Thorns and Roses, 419 pages- ♥♥♥♥♥
A Court of Mist and Fury, 624 pages- ♥♥♥♥♥
A Court of Wings and Ruin, 699 pages- ♥♥♥♥♥
A Court of Frost and Starlight, 272 pages- ♥♥♥♥♥
A Court of Silver Flame, 757 pages- ♥♥♥♥♥

Ok, I've gotten bad about writing a review for each book. I kinda can't help myself when I feel the need to read them all so fast. This series is SOUL. SHATTERING. in the best way possible. I loved it The whole thing. There is one character that I want to marry. I'm basically in love. It's fine. 

Every book is just as good as the one before it, but like ACOMAF is probably my favorite. I was hooked pretty fast, and then Maas just kept me there. I cannot recommend these books enough. Like, I hear music now and it reminds me of the characters. I have spam texted my sister (who was the one that dropped these on my coffee table and demanded I read them) about each book. She was getting emotional update after emotional update. Like... I HATE THIS BOOK, and then OMG IT'S JUST SO GOOD. It's a rollercoaster, strap yourself in. Just be forewarned... there is some graphic violence and very smutty sex scenes lol so, if you can handle that.. read these books immediately. 

Maas likes to torment you. Over and over again. I hate her. But I love her so much. There are supposed to be two more books. I need them in my life right now... 

Rating- ♥♥♥♥♥

So scarlet, it was, maroon

 Don't mind me. Just mildly obsessed with the Midnights album. I mean, I have been for a while, but it's hitting harder now. But come on... Maroon? Glitch? Anti-hero? Vigilante Shit? Mastermind? Bejeweled? Karma? It's just so good. So good. I may or may not be using pieces of lyrics for my Discord status... 

I'm back on Tumblr now? Looks like they've changed course, and I'm happy about it. It also gives me somewhere to be since I can't mindless scroll Reddit when I need a second of downtime. I've had that account for 12 years. I was there when a lot of Reddit lore was made (some of it as a lurker), but I bailed in support of the blackout. There is still time for them to correct this, but I have a feeling they won't. So, goodbye, Reddit, this is the end for us. 

I finished editing Matchstick! I'm living the dream over here. More productive than I've ever been. It's great. I have some time to get stuff ready to be scheduled here, and then on the 1st, I jump into writing Trust. It's gunna be wild. I can feel it. Vanessa is itching to tell me things. Hopefully I can keep it coherent or the editing is going to SUCK.

I'm running a little bit on fumes right now. Sleep has been not great, and, because I apparently hate myself, I've added weight training back to my workouts? So. I'm sore AND tired. At least when I exhaust my body, the writing gets easier. Maybe that will come in handy. 

Ok. I have things to do, probably some relaxation to find... 

Until next week! ♥

An Interview: Arthur

“Thank you for taking the time to sit down with me.”

“My pleasure,” Arthur said as he sat down. “I’ve got a lot on my plate, though. If we could keep this quick, I’d appreciate it.”

“Of course. Let’s jump right in. How do you take your coffee?”

“Little bit of half and half, but I prefer tea. Seems to hit better.”

He leaned back in the chair and propped his elbow up on the back of it. At a glance, he looked relaxed, but if you looked closer, you could see he was coiled for action. He could be on his feet in a heartbeat if needed.

“Where is your favorite place?”

“Joe and Renee’s house,” he said without hesitation. “They are my family. Watching the girls grow up has been one of the best things in my life.”

“That’s very sweet. You’ve spent a lot of time there?”

“I spend most of my time there when I’m not working. It’s been a lot more in recent years,” he said.

He started to relax a little more. Some of the tension eased out of him. There was still a silent strength about him. His expression was unchanging. He was a hard man to read.

“What’s your favorite book?”

“Anything paranormal,” he said with a grin.

“Onyx said he likes things with vampires. I find it amusing that you like things with secret cultures while you belong to one yourself.”

“That’s what makes it so interesting. How interesting would it be to find out there are even more secret worlds out there? We exist; who says they can’t?”

He leaned forward slightly. He was still guarded, but his eyes had lit up now.

“What’s your favorite movie?”

“Pulp Fiction,” he said with a laugh. “There is so much to unpack with it. So many ways to enjoy it. It’s a wild ride.”

“That's surprising.”

“I could see that, but it’s the humor and overall impact that makes it so great. Every time you watch it, you pick out something else to love about it.”

“What’s a hobby you have?”

“I like woodworking and home improvements.”

“What is it that drew you to those?”

“I like seeing things created,” he said, tipping his head to the side. “I’ve ended a lot of lives. Some of them deserved it, others… well, I can’t ever be sure. Seeing that I can use my hands to create and not just destroy is important for my sanity.”

“I think that sounds reasonable.”

“A lot of us are like that. I know Annabell likes to create things too.”

He glanced at his watch and then clasped his hands together. He was ready to head back.

“Only a couple more questions, then you can be on your way. What skill do you have that might be surprising?”

“I crochet,” he said with a grin. “I don’t do it often anymore, but I can kill someone in an unlimited number of ways and then come home and make a blanket.”

“What does the perfect vacation look like to you?”

“Books, and a lot of them. Wood would also be nice. I don’t have much of a preference on location. Probably not in a city since it isn’t quiet. I’d want to read and craft things.”

“What about people to have with you?”

“I’m not opposed to having people around,” he said thoughtfully. “But it would depend on the timing. Sometimes the time alone would be great. Others, being surrounded by people I love would also be great.”

“What about a perfect date?”

“Sky diving,” he said with a wicked grin. “Maybe not always. Doing something wild and spontaneous and adrenaline-pumping makes for the best dates. It’s something you’ll always remember.”

“Anyone you would date has to have that taste for danger, an adrenaline junky.”

“Absolutely,” he said, maintaining his grin.

“I really appreciate your time. I think that’s all I’ve got for you.”

“It was an honor. I’ve got a lot to take care of. I’m sure there will be more interviews in the future,” he said as he stood.

“There most certainly will be.”

He nodded his head in acknowledgment and strode toward the door.

I'm fine. This is fine.

 I may or may not have used a title like that before. It's fine. I'm exhausted. My brain is fried. I pushed through round three of edits much faster than I thought I could. Round four sounds like a tomorrow problem to me. Aaaaaand I'm writing this on the day it's being published?? What?? I know. It's crazy. I've been going crazy lately. Too much to do and not enough time to do it. 

My sister got married last weekend! It was a blast. I ended up drinking a lot and drunk texting my other sister (who wasn't able to make it, 1400 miles is pretty far away...) I'm glad I have her. I don't know what would have happened if I started drunk texting other people as much as I did her lol I also danced for like six hours. What I learned is I am too old for this. Hung over and barely able to walk the next day. I got to hang out with her maid of honor, which was awesome. She has basically been family for a long time. And her speech made me cry. I'm still mad at her for that lol 

If everything goes as planned... I will be done with Matchstick ON TIME. I'm feeling weirdly productive lately. If I can get Trust written in it's entirety for CampNaNo... I will be set to publish twice next year too. I'm happy. Things are really good right now. 

Also, I found a writers group? I don't know if I mentioned that last week. Maybe I did. See earlier comment about brain being fried. Awesome group of people. I love talking to all of them. It makes this whole process better. A few people in particular. The support and motivation is unmatched anywhere. I'm so grateful. I really do love it there. 

Ok, I'm off to play something mindless for the rest of the night. 

Until next week ♥

Lexi: Moving Day

Lexi had lived in that house for almost 60 years. It was strange leaving it. It had been her choice. Her sister wanted to move out of the city walls. She wanted more space now that she was promised. She didn’t see the appeal of it all, though.

It’s not that she hated the idea of coalescing and having children, just that it felt very inconvenient. Maybe in a few more years, she would consider it. Maybe.

Lexi figured it would be a good time to make a change. She didn’t know how well she’d fair living in this house alone. It would probably feel too much like being strangled with memories.

She walked slowly through the now empty house. The marks on the wall Laci made while trying to get thorny vines to do her bidding. A height chart their parents had insisted on. The worn carpet and chipping paint.

She and Laci could have gotten it all fixed. They climbed the status ladder, gained favor, and now they do more than well in their own right. The flaws, marks, scrapes, and bumps made the house home. She leaned against the door frame of the patio.

“Bittersweet, isn’t it?” Laci said as she came up behind her.

“Mhmm,” Lexi grunted.

“Oh, come on!” Laci whined. “If there was ever a time to show some emotion, it’s now! All the memories, the heartbreak, the love, the nostalgia of it all!”

Lexi didn’t say anything. She and Laci had always been exact opposites. She rarely showed emotions outwardly. She internalized, thought about, and quietly worked through things. Laci, on the other hand, never had a thought or emotion she didn’t say out loud.

“Fine. Be all stoic and brooding,” Laci conceded. “Alex is waiting for me. So, I guess I’d better head out.”

Lexi knew it was coming but was still almost knocked over as Laci enveloped her in a tight hug.

“You know you can still call me or come over anytime. You aren’t leaving the country. Hell, you’re barely leaving the city,” Lexi grumbled as she hugged her back.

“I know, but still. I’ll miss living with you.”

“Maybe this change will bring great things to each of us.”

“Yes. It definitely will,” Laci said, stepping back and swiping at her eyes. “Maybe we will become closer than ever too!”

She stood awkwardly for a minute, looking around one last time before walking out the front door to her partner.

Lexi needed to leave too, but she couldn’t bring herself to walk out quite yet. She stepped out into the backyard and reached for her magic. She gently coaxed all the plants to grow for her. She brought them all to bloom and took in the fragrance they threw off. She sent them all the love she could. The next owner better appreciate all the beauty back here. All her lovely plants perched prettily everywhere you looked.

She tipped her head back as she felt her eyes welling up. She squeezed them shut and took a deep breath, demanding not a drop spill over. Once she regained control of herself, she looked over her flowers one last time before making her way to the front door. As she pulled the door closed behind her, a single tear slid down her cheek. She swiped it away aggressively, but her right eye produced another one. The traitor.

A World of Madness

 I'm feeling a little bit like a crazy person, I'm not gunna lie. I've got so many projects going and it's fantastic and feels a little bit like a dream. I don't know how I'm pulling this off. Rage should be ready to go by October, Matchstick will be ready to go by February of next year... I've already made plans for July's CampNaNo. This is all getting done. It's madness. I'm here for it. 

I'm being more ambitious with CampNano this time around. Which is saying a lot because I thought April's was ambitious... I'm going to get the second book of the Justified series written. All 110,000 words. I'm afraid. Excited, but afraid. I have a tendency to set unachievable goals for myself, but I managed to get Matchstick written in a month, what's 40,000 more words?? 

Speaking of Justified... the second book has a working title: Trust! I have some plans, we'll see how it goes, but I like it. I think it fits, so it will probably stick around. Now I just need to get it written. Sounds pretty simple doesn't it... If only. 

Editing for Matchstick is coming along, but I wish I was getting through it faster. I don't know if I will be done with it before it's time to start on Trust. I guess we'll see, but I'm willing to put it off to make sure I can be fully tuned into CampNaNo. 

I have writing friends now? It's super cool! I've talked to other writers on and off, but I don't think I can say I'd ever found a group until now. I'm loving it. I just have to remember talking to said writer friends all the time instead of writing is a bad plan. The key to it all is balance. Which is something I'm super great at! (That was such a huge lie omg if you can consider spinning around in circles on the ground screaming as balance then I've got it in spades)

The nice weather is in full swing now! I'm so excited about being able to spend every minute of the day on the porch! I basically never leave it unless I have to. Being able to work out here is one of the greatest things of all time. Especially when my kitten choses to hang out with me out here too. The benefits of a screened in porch: being outside AND kitty cuddles. This is the good life. 

My sister is getting married Saturday! I'm not IN this one, so I have almost zero responsibility lol There hasn't been much I've needed to do ahead of time, but on the day of, I'll be helping with the set up and the takedown. And Friday, there is going to be pizza! It should be fun! 

Until next week ♥

Meant to add this to last week (ya know, the one I didn't do until AFTER Thursday...) The Child Unit and I in Boston!

Matchstick Excerpt 3: Bait

I looked down at my hands again. The idea of using her as bait made me nervous in ways I didn’t know how to express. It felt like it was uncaring, even though she was the one that volunteered for the position.

“When?” I finally asked.

“I need to talk to Arthur about it, and I know he won’t be particularly happy with the plan either.”

“I don’t want to be there when you tell him,” I said, managing a small smile.

“I make the most sense. I’m trained to watch out for myself, and I’m less intimidating than anyone else. It’s one of the reasons I was so good at my job. No one thought a short, thin, blonde could possibly do the things I did.”

“The first time I met you I could not figure out how you would be helpful,” I admitted.

“Most people feel that way,” she said smiling brightly. “So I lean into it and use it to my advantage.”

I wrung my hands together. I knew she was trying to lighten my mood. Somehow, her Arthur, and Onyx could flip in and out of business mode on a dime. Times like this they could be completely carefree and almost happy. Onyx had tried to explain it to me several times, but I still couldn’t really understand it.

“How could poor, little ol’ me be capable of something so terrible,” she said, ramping up her already heavy southern drawl and fanning herself with her hand.

That got a genuine smile out of me. It was way too dramatic to be even close to believable. The flutter of her eye lashes was the gem on top of it all. I was glad she was here with me. I wanted to be up at the hospital to see my dad, but I knew she was right and I needed to stay here.

(All excerpts are taken from a lightly edited first draft. The contents may be changed or removed entirely from the finished novel.)

Schedules are hard

 Getting back into a rhythm has been challenging at best. It took what felt like forever for me to recover from the exhaustion of the driving and the socializing and everything else. It just now occurred to me that a post didn't go up Thursday of this week... whoops. 

I've ben trying to get back into editing, and finally hit stride! The second round of it is just about done now. I just have to add all the changes I made into the the document. I'm going to start on the third round right after that. I'm hoping I will be pretty happy with it at that point, but I guess we'll see. 

My sister has made me read ACOTAR. I keep meaning to write about it, but I'm in love and bouncing from one book to the next faster than I can do it soooo. It's just so good (which is apparently a very controversial take to have lol). Either way, I love it. I'm obsessed. To the stars that listen, and the dreams that are answered. 

Until next week ♥