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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-Magical 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 Magicals 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-Magical 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 signed of being a Magical, 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 a strong anti-Magical 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 MullinGwendolyn 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. 😉tumblr_nv7q5hr77j1ua2xxgo8_r1_250#5 - Richard Madden - swoon

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Bronwyn Green | Deelylah MullinsGwendolyn 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. 🙂


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

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Dear Future Jess,

I'm guessing the first thing I should tell you is...breathe. Take a moment and breathe.

I hope I'm wrong. I hope that you've found the balance that you've been searching for, for so long.

I hope you've let go of some things - those things that ate up your time and stressed you out and pulled your focus away from the things that really matter.

I hope that you're still in love with writing. That you feel the excitement of a new project, the joy of having a story unfold as you imagined, and the satisfaction each time you reach "the end".

I hope you've gotten better at saying no without guilt. I hope you remember that, sometimes, it's okay to put yourself and what's important to you first.

I hope you're letting yourself relax and spend time with the people you love. That you're putting the effort into those relationships, showing them they are loved, and not getting swept up in all the other stuff happening in life.

But, on the off chance those things haven't happened, stop whatever you're doing and just....BREATHE.

Give yourself a break. Stop dwelling and move forward. Take a moment and remember what's important, remember who and what you love. Take it one day at a time, and never stop trying for that balance.

Now, go get yourself some more caffeine and get back to it.

Past Jess


Bronwyn Green | Gwendolyn Cease | Jessica De La Rosa

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Happy Wednesday, friends.

When we plan out the blog topics for the year, I'm always excited when a Behind the Scenes post comes around, and planning 2016 was no exception.

Now that we're here and it's time to write the post, though... "Can I be real a second? For just a millisecond?"

(Actually, my singing Hamilton lyrics is probably as good a look behind the scenes into my life right now as you can get - as my family can attest.)

Anyhoo... Truth is, as I posted about a short time ago, this year has been challenging for me as a writer, and I'm now just getting back to where I need (and want!) to be. So, sharing behind the scenes is a more difficult task than it has ever been, but I'm going to give it a shot.

My most current project is my next Bound book, Safeword Protected, so I'll share a bit about it and how as an author I"m connecting with it.

B6 - SAFEWORD PROTECTED

Clara Turner loves her life—her career as a travel writer takes her to places most people only dream of. But with the birth of her cousin’s first child quickly approaching, Clara happily trades her fast-paced adventures for the quiet Irish village to be there for the new arrival. 

When Clara’s laptop acts up, her cousin decides to do Clara a favor and takes it to Niall Walsh, the village’s unofficial tech support. Clara panics at the thought of Niall—sexy, sets-her-lady-bits-tingling-from-afar Niall—discovering her secret stash of filthy kinkery living on her hard drive.

Niall lived the big-city life for years and dated the glamorous woman that came along with it before coming back home. He’s heard about Clara for ages, but nothing prepares him for the instant attraction he feels when he first sees her. He ignores it though—knowing she’s only there for a short time.

Besides, she’s the type of woman who fit in his past, not his present. He doesn’t have anything to offer that she’d want. At least, that’s what he’d thought…before he delved into her computer and discovered exactly what Clara likes. As he learns more about her, Niall realizes he can offer her something no one else can—the chance to explore her deepest desires instead of just watching on a screen. 

It should be easy--a hot fling before Clara’s job takes front and center again--but when the time comes, will either of them be able to slip free from the bonds that now connect them?

Writing Safeword Protected? it's been both extremely frustrating and incredibly rewarding. The frustration stemmed for there "other stuff", not the book or the writing of it. I will admit something here that I'm probably not supposed to. As an author, I do have favorite characters. Don't get me wrong, I love them all , but there are some I just really, really love and seem to connect with. One day I may even share who tops the list, but for now, I will say Niall and Clara from Safeword Protected? They're pretty damned high on that list. No matter what chaos and...stuff was going on, whenever I could sit down and work on Niall and Clara's story... Well, it's pretty much this...

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Grabby hands and all.

Why do I love them so much? Hard to put into words (You're an author, Jarman; get with the program!) Niall is a hot Irishman who is ready and willing to guide Clara though her initial exploration into the world of BDSM. So right there? Ticking some boxes, yeah? But there is something about the character that just makes me melt. I think I'll let Brody, Niall's best mate (who happens to be married to Clara's cousin) tell it:

“Niall is one of the most loyal and loving men you’ll ever meet,” Brody added, gaze intent on Clara. “He would do anything for the people he cares about. He came home for his family. He places people, especially people he loves and cares about, above anything else.”

A hot guy is all well and good, but finding something worthwhile when you delve beneath the pretty surface and push past the flaws - because he's still got to be real, right? Man's gotta have layers...

And Clara...she's very real. Has her faults, has the tendency to think things to death and often arrives at the wrong conclusion - usually the one that has her freaking out in a major way. There are times...

All right, I'm going to let you in on another secret, because we're behind the scenes and all. 😉 Readers aren't the only ones who want to wack some sense into characters, to just shake them until their brains come back online and they're making good choices. But that's good, right? Who wants to read a book about two perfect people with no conflict? It's that conflict, those mistakes that the hero and heroine make - the human element - that makes a story really work, isn't it? I think so. And over the years, the best piece of advice I've ever gotten has served me well in creating those real characters that I connect with and sincerely hope readers do, as well.

Trust the characters. Trust the story.

Not groundbreaking advice, really. I've heard similar things from pretty well known authors since I first had that knocked into my thick skull. But it took the right person at the right time to get me to see how necessary it was in the writing process. I still, with pretty much every book, have had those words spoken to me or have said them aloud to myself.

And that is it from me this week.

Make sure to head over to the blogs below to get a peek at what these incredible authors are working on. Also i want to welcome Torrance Sené to Wednesday Randomness blogging. Glad to have you with us. 🙂

Until next time,
~J


Bronwyn Green | Gwendolyn Cease | Jessica De La Rosa
Kayleigh Jones | Kris Norris | Paige Prince | Torrance Sené

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First, I apologize for being the late kid again with this post. Traveling home yesterday was brutal and I basically collapsed into bed when I got home.

I've a feeling this is going to overlap with Bron's choices in her post as we were sitting on her couch throwing out movie titles as we talked about this post. I'm could probably go on quite a bit on this topic but I"m going to keep it simple. Here's a sample of the movies I consider a big part of my childhood and think of and rematch with no little amount of nostalgia - despite the problematic things that often make me cringe as I do so. LOL

tAG_11628This movie...omg, guys, THIS MOVIE. I'm not going to do this for every movie but this one... Picture if you will, a family of five living in a small 2-bedroom apartment as their home is fixed up after a house fire. It's already crowded and not the best of situations. Now the kids - about ten, eight and four years old - get the chicken pox. Yes, the freaking chicken pox. This is the horrible, cramped, itchy scenario that led the parents to buy their very first VCR. And this little diddy, Aladdin and the Wonderful Lamp, was one of the tapes the kids got to watch. The youngest, in particular, loved this movie so freaking much. She could sing along to the opening song (which is not in English) and pretty much knew every line of dialogue as well.

If you are even a little curious, go search youtube...it's there. Enjoy. 🙂

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I love this movie, so so so SO very much. The first time I saw it was in a drive-in. It was amazing and I will always love this movie - on it's own merit and the warm fuzzies I have because of it.

The rest...not really going to say anything on them - I think they speak for themselves, and I'm certainly not the only one who has a love and nostalgia for them. 🙂

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Oh, John Hughes, the impact you had on my youth...

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Bronwyn Green | Gwendolyn Cease | Jessica DeLaRosa | Kris Norris | Paige Prince

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Oh, friends, it's been a while... And this topic...how appropriate for it to be the one I come back to. Seriously.

It isn't only the blog that has been neglected. Oh no. We won't even say how long it's been since I wrote. Mostly because of things out of my control. What does that have to do with unsupportive people? Well, stay with me here. I'll get to it in my roundabout, rambly way, I promise.

Now, we all know that...

writingshardThis is not a secret. Add in not getting support... The difficulty grows exponentially.

I consider myself pretty lucky, to be honest. I don't have anyone in my life - the people I love and trust - who is overtly unsupportive of what I do. I don't have anyone who deliberately sabotages me and my writing. My problem is when the lack of support is unintentional. Completely inadvertent and mostly, I believe, unconscious.

For me, what kills my writing - and what I see as not being supported - is when everything else, everyone else's needs trump mine and comes before the career I'm trying to build. Lately, I just haven't found time to write. And it's not an excuse. I work two other jobs, in addition to any family stuff. My hubs has been traveling a lot from work and has been overseas, so i've been solo parenting often. And one of my kids is graduating in...*glances at the calendar*...8 days. Which means graduation party, out of town guests and all that jazz. Lately, I've considered myself lucky if I get a shower that isn't rushed, never mind having time to sit down and write.

And I've found that no one questions this. Or even notices. When I shared with loved ones how long it had been since I've written - ppl who know how important it is to me - they were shocked and dumbfounded. Now, some of that is on me; I readily own that. I never say anything. Mostly because I feel like a whiner just thinking and feeling what I do, let alone giving it voice.

And when I finally did say something recently, and brought up the possibility of reducing or eliminating the other demands on my time, I wasn't met with wholehearted support. Oh, it wasn't as though those I talked to boldly told me I needed to keep doing what I was doing and writing wasn't a priority. Not at all. But there seems to be this unspoken belief that writing is just something I do if and when I fit it in. It isn't seen as an actual career.

A thought which makes me want to look at everyone and everything and be like,

Hugh I'm OUT

and then run away to just write and write and write.

Which I can't do. I truly do own the fact that I played a role in their way of thinking. I put the other stuff first, too, because it was what was expected. If I didn't treat my writing as important, as a career, how can I expect anyone else to?

So that's about it, I suppose. I don't know if the...lack? of support in my life is better or worse than if someone was actively unsupportive or sabotaging me... Either way, I'm working on getting back to what I love. Making some hard decisions and difficult changes that allow me to do that. And hopefully in doing that, I'll show how important it is and find the support that I honestly do think the people in my life want to show.

It all starts with me, I suppose. Scary thought.

Bronwyn Green | Jessica De La Rosa