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Well, this post is going to be a short one... LOL I was far from the perfect child, but I didn't really do a whole lot of rebellious things. I've been wracking my brain trying to come up with something for this post/topic and kept drawing a blank.

I didn't sneak out, didn't drink or do drugs or do any wild or crazy things. You'd be more likely to find me hanging out at home with my nose in a book.

I did think of one time, finally...but I don't know if it super rebellious and is probably quite tame compared to most people's most rebellious thing. LOL

The summer I was sixteen, I was hanging with some friends, and we decided we wanted to go swimming. But it was late and the state park we wanted to go to was closed. Now, why we didn't go to one of the other parks, that didn't lock up (even if they were technically closed) or hit a random beach - because there were plenty of places to choose from around there. But no, we decided we really wanted to go to the state park (too long ago to remember our exact reasoning *snort*)

So we drove out there, parked on the side of the road and hiked through the trees, hopped the fence and snuck through the park to the beach. And had a great time, skinny dipping in dark.

So there you go....not very crazy or particularly rebellious, I know, but it's all I have!


Bronwyn Green | Deelylah Mullin | Jessica De La Rosa

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Happy Wednesday. ūüôā

Today we're talking about our favorite writing advice. Very time appropriate because I needed the reminder - life is pretty chaotic at the moment with things that are so far out of my control I just have to roll with it. So that's what I'm doing, and longingly thinking about the annual writing retreat next month.

Okay... writing advice. Here are the three peices of advice, which pretty much run along the same lines, that have taken up residence in my brain. And have often when I'm having a hard time. (Excuse the f-bomb...but it's necessary in my gray matter, honest)

So, yep, all of that is on repeat, right now. And I need to listen and get some writing done. ūüôā


Bronwyn Green | Deelylah Mullin | Gwendolyn Cease | Jessica De La Rosa

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I've learned so much from my parents, too much to fit into a top ten list and some hard to put into words.But I'll attempt to do that for ten of'em. ūüôā

 Family first. Always.

Work hard. Do your part.

Marriage is work. But you love each other...it's worth it.

You have to be a parent first, not a friend. If you're really lucky - and I am - the friend part comes later in life.

Don't make a mistake worse by lying about it.

Love of reading. Because reading is awesome.

Some of the best times are the simplest - like sitting around a camp fire, just talking.

Be respectful and kind.

I can only control my actions and how I react to others.

I am loved. Unconditionally.


Bronwyn Green | Deelylah Mullin | Jessica De La Rosa | Kellie St. James | Paige Prince

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Seriously, I'm getting that frame and putting it on my wall. LOL Mostly because, no matter the successes, the failures, and everything in between, I try. Despite things blocking my way, I try. No matter how many times I stumble, I try. Even when that stumble leads to a spectactular face-plant, I try. Even when it's my own mind trying to push me down, I try.

So all joking - and tongue-in-check mock cover - aside, I'm damned proud of that fact.


Bronwyn Green | Deelylah Mullin | Gwendolyn Cease
 Jessica De La Rosa | Kellie St. James

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For today's Promptly Penned, I once again ventured into the world of my serial.

For those interested, here are links for the other flash fiction peices that are kinda connected/set in that world:

The Lies Begin
Lying in Wait
Lying to Myself
The Lies We Tell
The Choice Lies Before You 
"Little Heaven" (Song Fic) 
Uncertainty
Promptly Penned #9

And the link to the chapters of the serial: Your Lies

This story isn't about the hero or heroine of the serial but a follow up to a couple of flash fiction pieces I did from this world.

Awakening (from Male #1's POV)
"Iowa" (from Male #2's POV)

For this piece, I'm back in Male #1's POV. So here we go... (Actual prompt is in bold)


I watched Maddock walk out of the apartment we shared and silently counted in my head.

1...

2...

3...

4...

"I can't believe he's going out with that Magical Sympathizer. Again." Mark practically spat the words as he flopped onto the sofa next to Kevin, who nodded.

Fuck, he hadn't even made it five seconds. God, I hated him. Hated being here, pretending to be one of them. Hated that I had to sit here with not only a straight face but an agreeable one as they spewed anti-magic bullshit. All the while my magic skittered beneath my skin, aching to lash out, to take them out before they could do more harm to those like me.

"Chill out," Nick said, strolling in from the kitchen. "He'll lose interest soon enough."

And him... My magic wanted to do so much more to Nick Collins. It wanted to squeeze the life out of him, slowly. Slowly enough he suffered. Just as Molly had suffered, just as the life had been squeezed out of her...by him.

I inhaled deeply and shoved my magic down. Because now was not the time. It would come, soon enough, but I hadn't spent the last years carving out my place in this group to let it all go to waste by acting impulsively. Luckily, Nick wasn't here often, so it wasn't always so difficult to control myself and the power that lived within me. Though, fuck, even without him around, it was getting harder and harder to live like this.

"But he's not focusing," Mark argued. "He's starting to question what we're doing. She's filling his head with ideas that go against everything we've been working toward.  Fucking Magic Users and their Sympathizers. Shouldn't even be allowed here."

"Or anywhere," Kevin added vehemently. "Abominations. All of them."

I fought not to sneer at him - or throw him across the room with a flick of my wrist. They were the abominations. The monsters. And they needed to be stopped.

"She's just a piece of ass, playing hard to get. And once she gives it up, he'll move on." Nick sat in the chair across from me. "He'll do what he needs to do. Besides, going home for the long weekend will help set him straight."

"True," Mark said with a laugh. "Daddy and Mama Roberts sure as hell aren't going to put up with their baby boy crossing lines."

I forced myself to chuckle along with them as my stomach clenched painfully and my head throbbed. Again. More and more, I fought against horrible headaches. The result of suppressing my magic and from little to no rest. - I might be able to push my magic down and hide what I was, but I couldn't stop the visions from coming while I slept. In fact, they seemed to come more frequently the longer I muzzled my magic and kept it deep inside. But there was nothing for that. It was necessary. For the greater good. And it was a small price to pay to do what was right. That's all I ever really wanted. That and making my sister's killer pay. I had to accomplish the first before I could see to the second.

The short break from classes would help. The people who thought they were my friends believed I was going home while I'd told my parents I was staying near campus, to swamped with schoolwork to come before the longer break over the holidays. In reality, I was going somewhere I could be myself. Somewhere I didn't have to hide. Somewhere I could loosen the hold on my power and let it free.

The pain in my head ratcheted up a notch at the mere thought of my parents. I loved and hated them in equal measure. They were good parents, for the most part, always good to me and my siblings. But I loathed their weakness. When I looked at them all I saw was a foolish pair who blindly accepted and followed the anti-magic movement. And all the while, unbeknownst to them, two of their children had the very thing they, with their passivity, helped oppress and persecute. To be honest, the reason I still maintained contact with them was because of my little brother. He showed no signs of having magic, but my powers hadn't awakened until I was in high school - the night Molly was murdered. So I would watch Owen and keep him safe.

And there was the fact it solidified my cover as someone who was strongly anti-magic  to remain the good son, so I'd keep doing that as long as I needed to. No matter how hard it was.

I focused on the conversation around me, and quickly tuned the hateful words and ranting out again. I bit back a sigh and shifted into more comfortable position. Only three more days of this. Three more days of pretending, of hiding, of doing what needed to be done. Then...then...I could be me. Even if it was only for a short time. It would be enough. I would make it be enough because it couldn't be otherwise. The work I had to do was far too important.


Bronwyn Green | Deelylah Mullin | Jessica De La Rosa | Kris Norris

 

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Happy Wednesday! Today we're talking about...

My organization, particularly when it comes to writing...is very much a work in progress.

I have some things I do that helps me stay on track - and some of it may seem redundant but it works for me.

Number one on my list of things that help me organize my writing is my bullet journals. Yes, plural. I have a regular bullet journal that I track pretty much everything I do - house stuff, family stuff, self-care stuff, writing stuff, editing stuff, blogging stuff. It is really the go-to for me.

It is not fancy and pretty - though my cover is gorgeous (thank you, Bronwyn, for making it for me! You can see her own cover on the journal behind mine. She will be selling these and other gorgeous things at an Etsy store soon. Be on the lookout for Granola Girl Creations.)

My set up is pretty simple. You can see in the pic - the start of a week I haven't filled in yet - I have a page that is just a week at a glance, that's were I put appts for pretty much the whole family, and things like that. Then, each day gets half a page. This is where I list what I need to do that day and hope at the end of the day, I'm able to fill in all the little squares.  Again, simple, but it keeps me on track like nothing else I've tried before.

So, I guess my tip here would be to find a system that works for you - whether it's a ready made journal/planner or something you create yourself. It took me a while to find this way, but I'm so glad I did.

My second bujo is solely for writing. It's a traveler's journal that Bron modified to me - the booklets used to be stitched in, but she went to town on that bad boy, took the stitching out and put in elastics so I could put what I needed in there and then switch them out. I have a small notebook for every series.

In the notebooks, I put pics of what I imagine my characters to look like, track the progress of each book, put notes about the characters (physical descriptions, backstory etc) and plot out the stories themselves.

I also keep track of things on a spreadsheet. Some of it is a repeat of what is in my bujo, yes, but I use the spreadsheet for future planning - looking at big picture when it comes to scheduling -  and the lovely excel spreadsheet does all the math for me so I can track words written, edited, and blogged (weekly, monthly and yearly). I also have pages that has info on all my books - published and not yet published, notes on Bound books (usually typed as Bron and I are chatting), my blogging calendar, names I've used and names I just really like and may use one day in a book, and trackers from previous years. Nothing ground-breaking, but it works for me and like with the journal/planner, it took me a while to tweak it to work best for me.

Another tool? Pens. Seriously. Bron will tell you (I'm visiting her now and have several times in the past so she has firsthand knowledge), I cannot go in a store without meandering down the pen aisle (likely the notebook/journal aisle as well because you can never have too many notebooks). I always have pens with me, and I also use them in my main bujo. I color code the crap out of that things. Writing stuff is purple, editing stuff is orange, social stuff is blue....and so on and so on.

I can't be alone in my pen love, right?

The last thing I'll mention is writing friends and the power of holding each other accountable.

I have amazing writing friends, who are understanding and loving but never hesitate to give me a swift kick in the ass when needed. Finding ppl like this and building a support system - and being that support in return - is invaluable. And I'm lucky AF to have the group of friends that I do. I don't know what I did to deserve them, but I will never take them for granted.


Bronwyn Green | Deelylah Mullin | Gwendolyn Cease | Jessica De La Rosa

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"The List"
aka 5 Celebrities I Can Jump and It Doesn't Count as Cheating.
Assault, on the other hand... o.O

And, for the record, David Schwimmer? NOT on my list.

#1 - Colin Morgan - This man...oh, this man. He would BE my list. SOME people will accuse me of playing favorites...and well, it's the truth. And I'm not even a little sorry. Not. Even. A. Tiny. Bit.

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*ahem* okay...four more... Cause I'll follow the rules and shit.

#2 - Grant Gustin - A perfect mix of adorable and hot.grantgustin11

#3 - Bradley James. Now, as a rule, I'm not really that into blonds. But every rule has an exception, and Bradley is mine. tumblr_m5is4cwufa1r7hjaso1_250

#4 - Andrew Lincoln & Norman Reeds. Okay, a bit of a cheat - a two in one. But in my mind, they are a package deal. ūüėČtumblr_nv7q5hr77j1ua2xxgo8_r1_250#5 - Richard Madden - swoon

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Bronwyn Green | Deelylah Mullins | Gwendolyn Cease
Jessica De La Rosa| Paige Prince | Torrance Sené

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What I hate about writing... This is a weird one for me, because the writing itself? I love that. Everything leading up to the writing, the hurdles I have to jump to get to that point? That's what I hate.

I hate that other things take time--not that I necessarily hate those other things. Some things take priority--such as family. Always--or just need to be done. I just hate when writing becomes second or last in the list, no matter how necessary everything else may be.

I hate when I sit down to write and I'm just too tired to word. Sometimes, sleep has to happen and frankly is going to happen whether I want it to or not. I have fallen asleep with my computer in my lap too many times to count.

I also hate the feeling I get when I don't write. When I'm not able to do what I love, when I disappoint readers by not getting books out when I wanted to, when I feel like I have to go to extremes to make up for lost time.

But the writing itself...Love it. Always have and believe I always will.

 


Bronwyn Green | Jessica De La Rosa | Torrance Sené

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Promptly Penned

This month's Promptly Penned is connected a bit to Your Lies - my serial. It centers around Kyle - Delia's best friend from back home, a fellow magic user. This takes place before the events in the serial itself, and it's a short one. ūüôā


In school, tests started with a class bell  and ended with a "pencils down". Outside of school, things weren't so well defined. Outside of school, outside of...childhood, the things we were tested with all out sucked. There wasn't anyone else in control, telling you when to start, when to stop. It was all on you. Frightening thought...

I dropped my head forward and pressed fingertips to my temples, blocking out the chaos. I wasn't sure what to do. Everyone - my mom, Delia - thought I was visiting the university they thought I was interested in. I didn't feel guilty about the lies, really. I had no problem letting people assume things or bending the the truth or out and out lying it meant they wouldn't worry. When the lies protected them from a truth that could actually kill them.

And this truth...could definitely do that.

Just knowing about the place I now sat could cut one's life short if the wrong people found out. But I'd been destined to know, to be here, to make a difference. I snorted. Destined. I sure as hell didn't believe I was some sort of hero or anything like that, but I did believe ordinary men and women could make a difference, could fight against what was happening... I had to. It was the only thing that kept me moving forward for since that night.

When my dad and Delia's dad had let me go with them to investigate the disappearance of other magic users. When we'd been attacked. When I had run away as our dads had been dragged away. Sure, they'd told me to; that was the deal, after all. Anything happens, you run and you do not look back. Do you understand me? I promised without a second thought because I wanted to be allowed to go, to help.  I'd known, even then, that I wanted to be a part of what they were - fighting against the persecution and violence we, as those with magic, faced every day.

Knowing I'd have a chance to continue their work had always been the focus for me. I didn't let my mom see that, of course. How could I after we lost my dad? I would do what I had to - that was why I was here, ready to sign my name on the proverbial dotted line - but I would do just about anything to keep my mom ignorant of it all.

"Kyle?"

I lifted my head and looked at Patrick Bennet - a old friend of my dad's and the man who had first recruited him. The man I'd sought out as soon as I'd been able. And the man who'd just laid out all the risks, the possible collateral damage - innocent people killed in the crossfire; I could read between the lines - as a result of my actions, if I chose to join him and the others.

I forced my mind back to my dad. What he and Delia's dad had fought for. Any hesitation had been momentary and I wasn't going to give in to it or let doubts get in my way. Decision made, I felt lighter, and my magic thrummed beneath my skin, and I had a the fanciful thought that it was approval. From the power that lived in me. Maybe even from my dad.

"Not going to lie to you, kid," Peter said. "This is war. But it's not a war you need to be on the front lines of."

Pushing to my feet, I lifted my chin and met his gaze.

"You're wrong, sir. That's exactly where I need to be. I'm in."


Bronwyn Green| Jessica De La Rosa | Kris Norris