I'm Just Rambling

 

        Hello, gentle readers! Hope you are all well and staying safe!

        My DH and I have been married for a long time. Forty-five years coming up in January and I just noticed something last night. I have taken on his way of rambling. Let me explain. He’ll start a conversation on a specific topic…and then he starts rambling because one thought will lead to another and another and another. At some point, he’ll say “what was I talking about?”. Well, I’ve gotten really good at recapping, telling him where he started and where he ended up so he can pick up his train of thought and get back to the original topic. It’s kinda like taking a tangled mess of string and unraveling it. I will admit, I sometimes will get lost and instead of unraveling, that string gets knotted. He’s been doing this for as long as I’ve known him.

        Now, for the revelation. I realize, after all these years, my brain has taken up this habit of rambling—silently, in my head—but what I didn’t realize is that I am doing this out loud now. It happened while we were watching a movie and it started when I recognized a character then it went to other movies/shows I had seen him in and then it went to who he had been married to…and then, it went to other movies this actor wasn’t even in! I know! What the heck!!!?!?

        It’s also showing up in my writing, which is probably why I consider myself a puzzler (not a pantster or a plotter…yes, I do write out plot points but there’s no big outline). I write the scenes as they come to me then puzzle them together. So far, that has worked for me, but today, when I sat down to write, I found two places where I had already written the scene…it was just further along in the story. Good grief! All the words, not once, but twice.

        The obvious conclusion? There isn’t one…except I’m rambling! And it seems to be taking over. Does anyone know of a cure?

        And on that note, I’m going to open my current WIP, which is The Madam and Mr. MacLean, and see if I can’t stay focused and not ramble (or repeat myself). Stay well! Stay safe! And remember to spread kindness wherever you go!

Marie

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Rena Mills plans to turn an abandoned abbey into a haunted bed-and-breakfast to prove she can be successful without her ex-fiancé. What she finds inside is Synn MacAllistair, the distinguished, self-proclaimed Ghost Keeper. Her dreams soon fill with sexual cravings for him. But are they dreams?

Synn, born in 1828, is determined to free the souls of the resident spirits, blaming himself for bringing the Red Death that killed them. When Rena steps into the old Pleasure Palace, he’s sure he can take her through the after-midnight Pleasure Rooms and stoke her passion to complete the Masque so the souls can cross over. Her innocent fire makes him crave more, but it’s far too late for him.

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The Very Secret Society of Irregular Witches by Sangu Mandannna

 Mika Moon.  You'd think her name gives her away as a witch.  

In the current day of England, there are a lot of rules to being a witch such as don't let anyone know, don't live with another witch, and don't breed.  How can it be any fun to have extraordinary powers if you can't use them?

Mika thinks she's outsmarting the system by starting a blog and giving hints online under an alias.  Her blog reveals tiny witchy secrets.  This helps her still feel like a witch without anyone knowing.  So she thinks.

A couple hours across the country exists a mansion, the Nowhere House, with a few caretakers, an archeologist, a protective librarian, and three young, orphaned witch sisters.  Jamie, the librarian, senses what Mika is hiding, so he sends her a message requesting her assistance in educating the girls.  

Moving frequently, Mika figures this is
an opportunity to do something useful.  Granted, this breaks a huge witch rule, yet she wants to do it.

Jamie, handsome as can be, has no intentions of getting along with Mika.  She's an intrusion to the "family's" carefully contained life.  

Mika's move-in comes with transitions to everyone's life.  Most of it smooth until the fact that now four witches, maybe more, are living together.  It gets worse when an evil source discovers the magic in the house.  

Then all evil breaks loose, and Mika needs to decide if she can risk the witch rules in order to save the family and home that she is very comfortable with.  An increasing and unexpected fondness, bordering on a romantic dalliance with Jaime gives her strength and courage to go all the way.  

As long as no one gets burned, melted, or vaporized, love and happiness will survive. 

Happy Halloween,

Dawn

  

Another Sunday Morning

 

        Hello, gentle readers! Hope you are all well and staying safe!

        It’s another early Sunday morning as I sit down at my computer and write to you all. Today, it’s raining. Not hard (at least by me), but it is thundering and lightning. And it’s wonderful.

        Not for the dogs so much. Neither one of them likes thunder…or any loud noises for that matter. My smaller girl, and I only say that because she weighs less than her sister at one hundred pounds—my big girl is one hundred and forty pounds—is laying under my desk (as best she can…it’s amazing how ‘small’ she can make herself) where I can rest my feet on her. Gives her comfort to know I am there. My big girl is hiding in the bathroom, where she usually goes when she’s afraid. Sometimes they both end up in there.

        Sunday is my busy day. It’s the day when I get to catch up on all the things I didn’t accomplish Saturday or during the week. It started off this morning with reading my critique partner’s pages (which is always a pleasure and starts me off in a good mood). From there, I ordered needed items from Amazon (not my favorite thing to do, but a necessary evil).

        I also worked on our living trust paperwork (lots of paperwork to fill out) and then I had to renew my girls’  licenses. Maricopa County has a new way of renewing now. It’s online so I had to set up our profiles, etc., but it’s done. They’ll get new tags, too. The last thing I need to do is upload proof that they’ve received their shots, which will have to wait until tomorrow because my printer/scanner is broken and I need to scan their records.

        I’ll have to tell you about bringing my scaredy-cat girls to the vet for their shots…it was straight out of the Three Stooges…my girls are big, as I already mentioned, and when they don’t want to do something, they don’t. Needless to say, after that ordeal, both the DH and I were exhausted…it’s really hard trying to get a dog to move when they’re as big as you and they just don’t want to!              And now, being that the other items on my to-do list are done, I get to do the fun stuff. I get to work on The Madam and Mr. MacLean and hopefully write a few hundred words before I clean out the fridge, make my list and go grocery shopping.

        Yes, Sundays are my busy day, but it’s all good.

        Stay well! Stay safe! And remember to spread kindness wherever you go! Marie

What The Hex by Alexis Daria

 Isla Bruja is an island hosting the two largest Latina witch families and their union through a spectacular wedding.  

Catalina Cartagena takes a big breath and brooms herself from New York back to her family's island.  She had escaped the island many moons ago because she wanted to resist being a witch, but as her sister's maid of honor it is time to return.

Catalina's nemesis from high school, Diego Paz, is the best man.  Her luck doesn't seem to be changing.  Granted, nerd to super- sexy is an okay start when she spots him on the island.

Distracting her from Diego, she notices a strange vibe on the island.  Her intuition is confirmed after meeting the groom.  The groom's eyes are distant, which definitely indicates he's possessed by a demon along with most of the witches on the island.

Except Diego.

Time to overcome her negativity toward an old grudge.  Diego and she are the only ones who can exorcise the demon.  

Diego is handsome, smart, and incredibly nice.  What happened??  Catalina is amazed at how easy they get along, yet she remains leery of his approachability.  However, she needs to get over it and make a plan with him to save the families and the island.

After Diego reveals his secret, baring his soul, Catalina is shocked.  They bare more than their souls while fighting the island demon.  

Island magic won't dare miss out on another romance and happily-ever-after as long as Diego and Catalina let their hearts be heard.

Happy reading,

Dawn

I Love Early Mornings

 

        Hello, gentle readers! Hope you are all well and staying safe!

        Well, folks, it’s another Sunday morning. It’s quiet in the house. Just the dogs and I are awake…well, I’m awake. They are snoring on the futon behind me because it’s still quite early—4:30am when I sat down to write this. After years of getting up at this time, I can no longer sleep in (on rare occasions, I will sleep until five, but that doesn’t happen very often). I don’t even need an alarm, just that internal clock I’ve been training for the past thirty years (hmmm, will I still get up at this time when I finally retire from the day job? I don’t know. Maybe, but why break a routine when it works so well?).

        It’s all good though.

        I love the early mornings when it’s quiet, when it’s still dark out, when my part of the world is just starting to stir. Seeing the sun rise on a brand new day is the best part of my day and it reminds me that I have much to be thankful for (and I am. I count my blessings every day). It’s the perfect time for me to write. Not because it’s early and it’s quiet (I can write anywhere at any time, whether it’s quiet or not) but because I have designated this time for me—before the day job, before everyone needs me, when it’s just me and my characters. I cherish this time with them because once the day belongs to other obligations, I don’t have time for the characters I have created.

        Sometimes, I’m lucky and the words are already in my head before I even sit down…they’ve been percolating in my brain while I slept and can’t wait to come out. Sometimes, it takes me a minute (and some coffee) to get those words flowing, and most days they do come (they might not be the right words, but that’s another story). I have had mornings where I’ve stared at the blinking cursor and had no words at all. Fortunately, there haven’t been many of those days (although, I will admit, with The Madam and Mr. MacLean, reaching my daily word count has been a struggle—I do get the words, it’s just that sometimes, they aren’t the right ones and they get ripped out).

        Speaking of The Madam and Mr. MacLean, I should get back to it before the rest of the world intrudes. Stay well! Stay safe! And remember to spread kindness wherever you go!

Marie