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The Best of 2016 and what’s coming 2017…

2016

What a year. Carrie Fisher will be so missed. Our Princess/General Leia. (And might I recommend a viewing of The ‘Burbs?) All the music greats we had: George Michael, Prince, David Bowie. My grandmother’s passing…

Let’s skip all the bad, because we can’t be bringing in the new with all that baggage and bad karma.

The good of the year. Well, there was Captain America Civil War, aka The Avengers 3. Westworld was great. Stranger Things.

A lot of people out there fighting for what’s right and good in the world.

Personally, I wrote. A lot. Have writer’s block, for months. Completed a few stories, though most are in first draft form still. I had full requests and partials for Love, Darrows–Thankful for agents agreeing that Cupid can have a boyfriend. Rethinking the genre of that one, though. Completed NaNoWriMo with my series, Human Touch‘s book 4, Me & Johnny. Got a job working for a great company and working with some fun and diverse people.

Completed my Goodreads Reading Challenge of 100 books for this year, read and reviewed.

{the Year in Review on Goodreads: see it here.}

My favorites of 2016

Asking me to choose just one isn’t going to work. As I sit typing, I can think of the majority of books I read this year and find ones I loved so much. And most on my favorites list weren’t necessarily published in 2016. Which I am fine with since I believe all stories are timeless. Even the contemporaries.

Favorite YA

Has to go to the Cinder series by Marissa Meyer. Not only was it a great twist on the classic fairy tales, Carswell Thorn and Cress. They just won it for me. I still daydream about them, though I will not write a fanfic.

Favorite Graphic Novel

This goes to the Scott Pilgrim Series by Bryan Lee “Bread makes you fat?” O’Malley. (Because it seems in every book, Mr. O’Malley has this bread obsession. LoL) I still pull out one of the books and read a bit of it, go over the pictures. Laugh. Definitely a win for years to come.

Favorite Comic

This is sort of cheating since Marvel’s Agent Carter could also be a graphic novel. But it is one of my most favorites because of the included Cher Chez le Femme. My forever ship. Steggy. Steve Rogers and Peggy Carter together…something the MCU really never wanted to give us. No matter how much Steve loved his best girl.

Favorite LGBTQ

I don’t think I read enough of these this year. But of the ones I did, Gear Shark took it. It was one of those “coming to terms with the fact I, a guy, am in love with a guy stories,” but what this one had that most I’ve read never touched was the hatred and violence that can go along with being gay (or lesbian or trans, and more power to you all for having to deal with such an asinine hatred from people). That’s really where I had to keep reading. What were they going to do?

Favorite Book Award Winner

The Absolute True Diary of a Part-time Indian. This story stuck in my head. Not just because I knew the area and places mentioned, but because it gave an inside peek into a culture that really most of literature just doesn’t touch. It was so good. So sweet. So heartfelt. Just pure honesty on a page. Even being fictional.

Favorite Literary Fiction

Jane Two is going to be one of those stories that sit in the heart for a very long time. It was a story about love. A first love. A love of your life. A love that stays with you and never dies, though it may very well remain an unrequited love. It was truly a beautiful tale and I am so glad I never gave up on finding it. One of my highest recommends of the year.

2017

Leaving 2016 behind like dust blowing in the wind as a car speeds down a country road…

It felt like 2017 would never get here, as rough and bullying as 2016 was. The low was hit, and we can only rise from here, right? Leaving out the politics of it all [here in the US] when I say that 2017 will be a great year. For entertainment, books, the good in life.

We have a new Guardians of the Galaxy movie coming. Avengers: Infinity War parts 1 & 2 will begin filming. Another Star Wars film coming…

My writing goals for 2017?

A lot of pages. I need to get final drafts done, manuscripts out to agents. I would love to take a class or two to help with my writing to see what I’m missing or what I can fix. I have stories yelling to be told right now. Three to be exact. All starring my muse in one way or another. I’ve got to get out on social media more with my writing. Still considering a self-pub if I can get the massive amount of money I need for an editor.

SO no word totals. Just putting words on a page, handwritten, digitally, make stories into something more than thoughts in my head.

Keep doing book reviews. Keep reading. And there are some promising books coming.

Carve the Mark by Veronica Roth has been on my TBR list for a while. (Only a few more weeks to that one!) Plus a new Four story from Divergent!!!! (I CAN’T WAIT!!!)

I had the fortune of reading two soon to be releases this past month or so. (Thanks to their publishers and Net Galley.) I highly recommend finding these in the new year:

This was a beautiful story. Refreshing. My first “Christian” read. Touching. Definitely makes me teary when I think about this wonderful book. Don’t let the Christian thing push you away. It was a part of the tale, but it wasn’t preachy nor did it consume the whole story.

On the opposite end of that, in a way…

I don’t think I’ve laughed so hard at a romcom before. It was amusing and funny and well done. Perfect romcom to start off the year!!! I can’t wait for the other ones, too.

And then from Paula Hawkins, who wrote Girl on the Train…which was so good I couldn’t put it down!!!…Into The Water. A whole new twisty tale. This one is right up there with Divergent’s post epilogue on my TBR list.

Those are just a very few on my lists. The closer books. Who knows what favorites will emerge as we move throughout the year?

Reading themes start tomorrow. I’ve skipped the past two months as I’ve been too busy between writing/reading and working to do them. Resolution 35: Get back to the themes. (total fake resolution number.)

Have a great New Year!!!

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The Captain America image was my own screenCap (pun totally intended) from The Avengers, my own paid copy of that film.

Goodreads COngrats image was a screencap from my phone.

NaNoWriMo gave me that banner when I completed the challenge.

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Reading Theme: September 2016

Long time, no post…

These past few months have been insane with a cross-country move. Between cleaning, packing, cleaning, unpacking, traveling, directing movers on both ends of the spectrum, and organizing, it’s been little to no fun.

And don’t get me started on writer’s block headaches. Reading books/fanfics/stories is suffering as much as writing right now. Total doldrums.

I need to find my way out of this funk. Fast. Get myself back into a schedule. I figure the best way to do that is to assign September a reading theme. But what do I choose?

September 2015’s theme (also about the time I started these posts) was anything RomCom. I could always go for some romance. *happy sigh* A little love. Some laughs. Ever so sweet with enough tension to make you root for the MC’s to get together. And a little happy dance when they finally do. Warms my heart and soul to read those stories.

But, the RomCom theme is now on a Been There, Done That sort of status. I don’t mind doing it again because I loved it so much, but I need to broaden my reading horizons.

I thought about turning this into a “School’s Starting Up” sort of theme, tackling the classic of literature. Story trauma in Lit class keeps me from doing it full throttle, though. So I turn to the class reading lists of high schools today: The Princess Bride, Peter Pan, Will Grayson Will Grayson, The Giver, The Alchemist and others like those. (I’ve seen both the Hunger Games and Divergent series on lists, but I’ve already read those.)

If only I could find my missing box of books, I’d have more to add to this list…

*heavy sigh*

Anyway, I figure it’s a great place to start.

September 2016’s theme: Back to School Reading

Seems boring enough, but I’ve had some of these books on my TBR lists for years. This should be the motivation I need to get them read. I plan to, anyway. Who knows, maybe a romcom will sneak its way into the reading list for this month. Only time will tell.

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Things I feel compelled to mention about Wings.

(Sorry for the duplicate posts…someone shut the lid on my laptop and it went to publish instead of staying in draft. MY OCD is forcing me to fix it…FIX IT NOW!)

  1. Wings was written with a RomCom movie in mind. Two actually. Playing It Cool and What’s Your Number? A few of my favorite romcoms. Then add in the style of Before We Go with keeping it intimate and focused on the two main characters as much as possible…It all comes together here.
  2. The POV does alternate, though it doesn’t alternate per chapter, meaning you’ll get three of Charlie, two of Violet, one of Charlie, etc and so on. It still came out to equal chapters of POV in the end.
  3. I’m not sure if it’s an 80s movie influence or a typical romcom sort of influence, but I did insert a montage. The montage is in the opening, changing between Violet and Charlie’s POVs in one long cohesive discussion. I don’t know why I like opening montages in a movie, but it’s now come over into my novels. It’s actually labeled with a chapter title: Opening Montage.
  4. Much like a movie, I have the epilogue chapter (titled: After the principal acting credits) sort of moment of reveling in the HEA, but also finding out a major secret.
  5. Like The Avengers (the first one, not AoU), I have what I’ve actually titled The Shwarma Moment…That little piece of related unrelated that happens way after the credits have rolled but before the final movie company logo. Mostly it was because I didn’t want to let my characters go. Easily deleted, but it’s funny and leaves a big question. I don’t want it out.
  6. I’ve been thinking…The story is complete, but I want to go in and add more chapter/section titles to correspond to a RomCom movie. I’ve not had any feedback about the titles I do have, except maybe it didn’t fit well with my first 250…so I didn’t include that then. I keep wondering if I should have.
  7. My characters are diverse in race and circumstance. Charlie was raised by his grandmother after his mom, at 21, left him when he was 5. So yeah, his mom had him at 16. Violet is half-Japanese. He father is well to do with his importing business, but she’s tired of that set…tired of everything being handed to her so she’s on this Independent Woman kick. Amala is African-American. Her father was in country music (think Hootie after the Blowfish) so she was always well-off and brought up to be that outgoing, get what I want sort of girl. Darshan’s parents (and Darshan) is from India. His parents migrated to London when his father took over a company in England. He was brought up to be the best…and in his father’s eyes, the best is a medical doctor. But Darshan wanted to help people in other ways after meeting Charlie their freshman year at NYU. So he’s currently working on his doctorate in Psychology, much to his father’s chagrin.
  8. If this were a movie, I’d have Chris Evans as Charlie (though the age is slightly off), Kelsey Asbile as Violet (same age thing here). Danai Gurira as Amala. Sidharth Malhotra as Darshan, though I still hear Rahul Kohli (Ravi on iZombie…I can’t have a character touting disdain for a beard when he wears one) as his voice. I’d watch it a million times over. But then maybe that’s creator pride speaking. I LOVE THIS STORY SO MUCH!
  9. There are deleted scenes that I would love to add…that maybe one day, I’d post like a Blu-ray’s outtakes and cut scenes section. They fit, but don’t. Like seven of them. No matter how much I wanted them, I couldn’t keep them to keep the story flow going.

Should you want a visual representation of Wings (inspiration for the characters and events, outfits, locations) I did [finally] unlock the {Wings on Pinterest Board}. Should you want a playlist, I also [finally] unlocked my {Wings songs on YouTube} compilation of songs that inspired this book or made for a great soundtrack to get a particular feeling or emotion. (Also inserted these links in the Wings page under MY STORIES link above.)

Three more days (or is it four?) and I’m so ready.

Should a team say:

Well, not 21, but Wings, then I’ll definitely wanna hug:

Otherwise, you all better be prepared to read one of the BEST ROMCOMs out there. IMHO. Again, I might just be slightly bias.

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Love, Darrows.

Here I am. Putting one of my favorite stories out there. *deep breath* Not that I don’t want this baby published. I do. But this one… I think I may have to take Quentin and Lex into the world of self-pub. Since he is in the process of being copyrighted, I thought I would go ahead and post the first chapter, then link it into the MY STORIES ↑↑↑ menu ↑↑↑ above ↑↑↑ should anyone want more info about my Cupid. I haven’t decided if I am going to stick with just posting the first chapter or if I’m going to do up to five. Only time will tell.

In the meantime, I do hope you enjoy my Cupid-in-training, high school senior, mister popular, OCD, over studious, overachiever Quentin Darrows. Quent. I would cast William Moseley as Quent in the movie…without the accent. Sometimes.

my own screencap from S1 of The Royals

Title: Love, Darrows
Word Count: 90,000
Genre: YA LGBTQ Retelling of Cupid/Fantasy/Contemporary Mythology
Novel Summary: Quentin Darrows is training for the most important job, Cupid. He has control over everyone’s love life in Romulus High School but his own. What’s a Cupid to do when all he wants is to be with his best friend, Lex?

This novel is part one of a duology(duet), told through Quentin Darrow’s point of view.

Thank you for reading.


Chapter 1.

The morning scramble. Less delicious than it sounds. It consists of running around, last-minute, trying to not forget anything. Clothes, preppy and colorful. Teeth brushed, breath minty. Hair, every strand in place. Books. Shove books into backpack. Backpack on shoulder. Stairs. Overbearing mother.

“Quent, take a moment and eat something.”

“Sorry, Vee. No time. Lex will be here any minute.” The backpack takes a chair as I shove my arms into my jacket.

Overbearing mother sticks a banana in one hand as it emerges. She sticks a small glass of almond milk in the other hand as I shrug the jacket onto my shoulders. “Eat!”

There’s never any arguing with the self-proclaimed goddess of our household. The almond milk slides down my throat in a gulp. The banana is peeled and takes about three bites and a hamster cheek to fully consume. The peel hits the counter and I go for my backpack.

“Quentin…”

Saved by the blaring horn. A blissful poetic justice.

“Bye, Vee.” I book it to the front door, overbearing mother not too far behind me.

“Can’t you call me mom just once?”

I turn at the door and give Vee a quick kiss on the cheek. “You told me you were too young to ever be referred to as ‘Mom’.” I step into the cool humid air of a late, sunny September morning. Lex’s car is sitting at the curb. The windows are too darkly tinted to see him, though.

“That was in public. You are free to call me mom at home.”

“Bye, Mom.” Halfway down the short walk, I look over my shoulder. “Better?”

Vee is absolutely unamused. She looks bronze against the white column she leans on while wearing what most would consider unmentionables. Practically see-through, satin lingerie in a soft pink. As horrifying as it sounds. She tosses a small wave before folding her arms over stomach.

I can’t jump into Lex’s black convertible fast enough. The seatbelt buckle clicks as I slide the metal tongue into it. “Let’s go!”

“Hold on.”

The window hums as it retracts into my door. Lex leans into me, smelling of a raspberry-vanilla mocha and baby powder. Death would be welcome right about now.

“Good morning, Mrs. Darrows.” He says this with almost a sweet tone overlapping the sinister meaning underneath. A flirtatious whim.

Major mistake looking at my mother. She kicks one leg out in some sort of supermodel pose, the lace and silk lingerie hiking up her thigh. “Hi, Lexington.” Her hand waves as though she’s pageant queen on a float with a touch more exuberance. It’s as though she was waiting just for this moment.

I want to throw up.

“How many times have I asked you to call me Vee?”

Lex bares his teeth in a mirthful grin. He’s so close I can see how his two front teeth lean slightly to the left in the upper row of white. “Okay, Vee. We’ve gotta get going.”

The whole display is disturbing.

Lex fastens his seatbelt. The window rises from the door, separating me from my mother. Finally. “Your mom still looks like she’s twenty.”

“You know she’s fifty. Can we go now?”

Lex leans back in his leather seat. His left arm is straight, grip tight on the steering wheel. The Audi’s engine roars to life. The gear drops into drive and we pull away from the curb. Shocking the tires didn’t squeal.

“You’re such a buzz kill, Quent.”

“And you’re sick.”

“And you love it.”

He touches a button on the steering wheel and the radio blasts the interior of the car with music. If you can call what he’s listening to music.

“Are you single-handedly trying to reinstate Seattle grunge?”

He tosses a nonchalant shrug at me. “What?”

“The plaid shirt over the holey t-shirt. Jeans that seem to be hanging on by a thread.” I reach over and give a playful tug on the soft blue knit cap on his head. “This ridiculous beanie.”

He smacks my hand away. “It took two hours to get my hair and this hat just right.” His eyes take a quick roam to my side of the car. “Should I dress like you? Like Abercrombie threw up all over me after a drunken night out?”

“Hey, I’m not heading into the realm of cliché. We live in Washington state and you’re listening to Pearl Jam like they’re music gods.”

“In my defense, it’s the new Pearl Jam.”

“There is no defense for Pearl Jam.” I lean over and twist the knob next to the screen on the dash, searching through the available radio stations in the Olympia area. “I’ll let you keep the retro nouveau look, but I get control of your knob.”

Red Light.

Lex actually stops. Meaning I’m getting my boyfriend’s squinty-eyed, half playful, half serious grin. “What have I told you about using those double entendres?”

“Use them wisely.” I fly through the stations until I’m fully convinced real music just doesn’t exist on normal radio waves. I pull out my phone and connect it to the car’s Bluetooth. Music. A meta name for the only playlist I have. Spoon. Perfect.

The light flicks to green, and we speed off towards school. “Don’t fuck up my speakers with that indie crap of yours.”

“We wouldn’t be arguing over music if you hadn’t made sure I was grounded from my own car.”

“I told you I’ll pay for the ticket.”

“It’s your ticket. You were driving my car when the red light camera got you.”

“Technicalities.”

He drives through our town like he’s Speed Racer trying to outrun Racer X. He manages to only hit the yellow lights this morning. One after another, the last one turning red as we’re in the middle of the intersection. When I see the hints of our high school behind the towering pines ahead, I couldn’t be more thankful.

Home of the Fighting Wolves. Go maroon and grey! RHS. Romulus High.

The place is situated on top of a hill overlooking the student and staff parking lots. There is one long, white concrete staircase, broken into four sets of ten, that leads you from the student lot to the red brick Administration Building. Our school is like a college. Each building is suited for the type of class. The English building sits to the right of Admin. Sciences behind and catty-corner near the cafeteria. The Math building is in the far back of the campus, right near the bus drop.

It’s where I have to go first thing.

School is a conundrum of emotional and mental states. Some of the kids absolutely hate it here. Others, this is the epitome of their lives. First loves. First heartache. Pregnancy scares. Cheating boyfriends and girlfriends. Drama. Comedy. Fights. Love, lust, and likes.

For Lex, school is popularity and friendship. Flirtations and flings. From the car to his locker, no matter how drizzly or sunny the morning starts, everyone pauses to greet him or whisper and point his way. He is attention-getting on his own, without his father’s political status or his mom’s PTA brown-nosery.

“I have football after school,” he says, taking notice in the direction of Anna Lynn Garrison, the perfect blonde of school. His eyebrows lift and he does a slight smile.

I can only roll my eyes. “Cool. I have SC today anyway.” I leave him to wander over to the land of giggles and girls. One day, he’ll walk with me to class. As my best friend and boyfriend. That day can’t arrive soon enough. Until then, I’m on my own. “See ya.”

For me, high school is a job. One of those eighty hour a week numbers that age you well beyond your years, both mentally and physically. I’d love a day off, but in my line of work, there are no days off. No vacation. No sick days.

It’s all ludicrous, though. Honestly, I could use some age on my face. Something to tone down my rounded cheeks and boyish grin. My senior picture looks exactly like my seventh grade picture with a different shirt. Cursed forever to look infantile. Even if I don’t shave, I’m looking severely illegal to the female staff at our school.

I hear things.

“Hey, Claire. How’s Stan?”

“He’s avoiding me as always. Why?”

“Just keep talking to him. He’ll come around.” I always wink at high school girls. They giggle and you feel like maybe you just made her day a little more special. All a part of my job.

The concrete steps can’t move fast enough for me this morning. I barely make it past the first two sets of steps before I’m being hailed from behind.

“Hey, Quent. Can we talk a moment?”

I turn around and fight the scowl from my face, putting on a happy grin as I see the over-eager assault coming my way. Thomas Janice. As two-faced as they come. You never know what his angle is.

“Is this about SC? Whatever you need should probably wait until the meeting this afternoon.”

“Actually, I wanted to find out why Lex has a sudden interest in Anna Lynn.”

Geez. I don’t have the time or the patience for him right now. I proceed on my original path and say, “I’m not my friend’s keeper, Thomas. What’s it matter to you?”

Thomas walks beside me, matching my right with his. Left with left. The only difference is he’s taking the steps as though they’re slippery stones in a river. “Look…” He takes the fabric of my jacket in his hand just so I have to stop. His beady eyes—that are far too close together in my opinion—dart around. He leans in as though a national secret is being passed between us. “I’ve got to know about Anna Lynn.”

“What?” My eyes narrow. I can’t hit a human. I can’t. “You have a thing for her?”

He tries to pull off innocence, but his head flips and I get nothing but arrogance in the shrug.

“What about Samara?”

“I’m going to break up with her. I just need to know if Anna Lynn is available.”

I hate him. Cheating douche. Samara is as gorgeous as a sunset and as kind as Mother Theresa. She deserves someone who will treat her like she is the air they need to breathe. He’s going to destroy her if I don’t do something.

“Look, stay with Samara. She walks on your every word like a ghost in the mist, floating peacefully in bliss.”

“Stop with the poetic crap, Quent. Does Anna Lynn want Lex?”

I make it like he’s pointing a six-shooter in my chest instead of his short, stubby finger. My hands may be up by my shoulders, but I am far from conceding. “Not my place. Ask Lex yourself.”

The last ten concrete steps and I’m home free, cutting through admin to get to my locker just outside of the Math building.

“Quent!”

Now I don’t mind talking to this girl who says my name like it’s the best surprise in the world. “Lana. Didn’t you ride in on Gabe’s fire red pony today?”

The girl can do a hair flip any mean girl could be jealous of, though she has not a mean bone in her body. “Ha ha. I get it. Gabe has a Mustang.” She rests her arm on my shoulder, mesmerizing me with her chocolate eyes. “If my normal ride wasn’t grounded…”

“That’s Lex’s fault.”

“I know. Besides, I have a crush on Gabe and this gives me the chance to talk to him more when he’s not in tutoring. So thanks for that, Quent.” She looks around. “So…where is my brother?”

“Usual.”

“Does he always have to hang out with the parking lot trash?”

She makes a great argument. “You know I can’t ever stop him.”

“Well, I love that you always watch out for him. Even if Lex never listens.” As an outsider, one would see her hug me and think we’ve been intimate for quite a while. The way she leans her whole body into mine while giving my cheek a kiss. As an insider, you’d know we’re good friends with a common interest—worrying about Lex as if he’s lost in the world. “Later, Q.”

She walks away with springs in her steps. Sway, sashay.

Thankfully, she looks nothing like Lex. Actually, none of his three younger sisters look anything like him. They all take after their father with their fair skin and light brown hair with hints of strawberry. Lex got his perma-tan and black-brown hair from his Mexican mother. Still trying to figure out where his magical eyes came from, though.

Time to surf through the students and get to my locker. I need to get this day started.

“Hey, Q.” Sarah Richards. Currently dating Dion Hayes, basketball center.

“Quentin. How’s it going?” Dexter Keating. Mathlete. Loves Eire, head cheerleader. Dates no one. Sad really.

“Quent, did you get number thirty-two on the calculus assignment?” Diana Durant. Sits behind me in class. Also has a secret crush. Her crush? Me. She’s never told a soul. I only know because it’s my job. Insider information.

“I’ll help you before tardy bell, okay?”

She smiles as though she’s been canonized. “Will you help me at lunch, too?”

“If you don’t mind Lex joining us.”

My locker. Just in time. Fourteen. Nine. Fourteen. Door open between us. I can’t look at the hurt on her face any longer. I hate that I have to break her heart on a daily basis. She’s not the one I’m falling for–Lex–but, she’ll find someone soon. I’ll make sure of it.

“It’s fine. I’ll see you at lunch.”

The misery of a downtrodden heart weakens me. It’s fairly painful. I hate it so much.

I check behind the locker door and see her turn the corner. Good. I hope I find a him for her soon. In the meantime, I have others that need tending to.

I pull out my phone and lean against the lockers. The app I need is hidden under the ‘Do Not Disturb’ menu on my phone. I roll my eyes every time I see it. Utterly ridiculous. The app takes a day and a half to load on the school’s shitty wi-fi.

“Mr. Darrows, I expect your texts to be complete before you head into math.” Mr. Sabine. Calculus teacher. See also, teacher advocate for Student Council. Lonely. Not married.

“Q, can you give this to Lex? It’s his government definitions.” Penelope Milner. Penny. Make out queen of Romulus High School. Bi-sexual. Straight A’s she hasn’t earned by studying.

I take the paper from her. She plants a kiss on the corner of my mouth and sends a quick, “Thanks,” before taking off.

Finally, the app is up and running. Nine choices under the arrow label on the menu. Each one carries its own weight and consequence. I have to pick the one that will cause the least amount of pain.

Arrow: Lead.
Duration: Forever.
Send to: Samara Khatri.
Send From: Anonymous.
Message: Janice is lying to you. He wants Anna Lynn. You may want to dump him before he cheats on you and breaks your heart.

I send it without hesitation, knowing that in a few weeks a better guy for her will come along.

Arrow: Silver.
Duration: Two months with an option to renew.
Send to: Claire Ryan.
Send From:Stan Parker.
Message: Been thinking about you, Claire. Wanna meet up after school?

My thumb taps send.

“Who are you texting this time?” Lex pops open the locker next to me.

“Tempest from Omega Phi.”

A man with the expression of someone who just ate dirt looks at me. “Since when do you like a Greek?”

“Never. She texted me first.” I scope out the area behind Lex. Samara stops suddenly, staring at her phone. Her bronze skin pales instantly. Tears hug the rims of her dark eyes. I hate that I had to do it.

“Oh, trying to get practice for college next year, huh?” Lex grins like a devil. He knows better than that.

Fine. Two can play this silly little game. “Oh, look what I have. Penny asked me to give you this paper she wrote out for you? What’s that about?”

Lex snatches the paper from my hand and shoves it into his locker. “A drunken momentary indiscretion. Nothing more.” He slams his locker shut as the bell rings.

We surf into the wave of students, heading towards the Math building. Hordes of them schooling about. Chatting. Pushing. Quiet. Shying away. And one smile and bright brown-hazel eyes, a life saver in the chaos as Claire checks her phone to see the text she received.

I’m willing to bet it’s from Stan.

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Happy New Year!

It feels like it’s been forever and a day since I’ve been here.

Maybe it’s because it’s been forever and a day since I’ve been here.
I mean November 17th feels like a lifetime ago thanks to the busyness and family over the holidays.

Old News:

I didn’t finish my tale in time for NaNoWriMo, but that doesn’t mean I’ve not been working on it when time is gifted to me. It’s just over half way…maybe two thirds of the way complete. And I love it now more than ever! My Charlie is a total “To *sigh* for…”

Star Wars – Episode VII: The Force Awakens … No spoilers, promise. I just have to say I saw it Thursday the 17th of December. I had tears and goosebumps and I LOVED it so much as well as deciding to pen a scathing email to JJ Abrams about why I LOVED it and not… It was amazing. I have theories upon theories of what’s to come, including Rey’s history. We have our teams here, too: Pro Han/Leia, Con Luke… And Kylo Ren…Ugh. BB-8 is the most adorable droid. I’ve always considered Artoo a toddler, and now I consider BB the adorable dog… Just so much to say…but again, I am going to keep this spoiler free.

Holidays were a blast, and so busy, and stressful, and just some good [and yet puzzling, literally] times.

New news:

Hoping everyone’s new year is off to the greatest of all starts. So far, this is a fantastic year! Even if I started off by getting sick for Christmas and am still trying to rid the bug. But, being bed ridden means I got to fulfill a promise I made to a youngling and have been binge watching PLL. Finally, right?

Pretty Little Liars, thanks to Netflix….I’m trying to think of why I hadn’t watched this show before. Currently halfway through season 3. I know the first A. Thanks to a spoiler addict, I know the second A, but that didn’t stop me from screaming at the screen when I saw Toby in a certain type of outfit at the end of an episode… Don’t think I’ve yelled that much at a screen since Breaking Dawn part 2…when certain things happened. (Sadly or not, that’s entirely true.) So, please, if you are ahead of me, no spoilers, I beg of you.

Onto…

I Resolute:

I’m not sure that’s the correct word, but (1) I like the way it sounds/looks up there, and (2) I always make up my own words for things so it wouldn’t surprise me if it is wrong. I don’t typically share my plans for the year, but then I typically don’t make plans for the year…Not that I’m lackadaisical, I just don’t. But, for some reason, this year I did make a few to share. (Maybe it’s because of the nine theme I’m going with for the year.)

  1. Finish Wings. Pretty easy as it’s almost done. Will I publish it, though? Meh. Probably not. I’m totally writing this for myself because I have had a Dickens of a time trying to find a sweet, typical-yet-different romcom to read…hell, to watch since most I’ve seen about a million times over and am craving something new.
  2. Write, write, write. I have another story idea that seems to want to bloom…so okay. That one may be a “publisher” when all is said and done. Then HT seems to be invading my daydreams lately…so I may pull out the opus and work away on it again.
  3. Put more of my works out there. Whether it’s sending to agents, putting them here in some capacity, on the road to getting published, or even taking it to self-pub or free site levels. In some way, this needs to be done before 2016 is out.
  4. Read more, review more. 100 books to be exact. At least according to my Goodreads reading goal challenge I filled out a few days ago. Already have one book read. 99 left to go for 2016.
  5. Blog more. Why? Because maybe I don’t do it enough [according to the internet rules for authors]. Although if I am blogging more, I’ll definitely be blathering on about either something fangirly or something on my mind…which might not be as good as I think.
  6. Eat pizza again. Stupid to resolute that, but I miss food. Sulphite (Sulfite) allergies SUCK! And I am so starving to death, though I may not look like it. PIZZA! PLEASE! Plain cheese…I’m even desperate enough to do rice or gluten-free crusts…just YES!
  7. Help kids/pets more. I do already help out with kids through a school, but ever since I heard this story of this toddler being left alone at Children’s hospital because his family couldn’t stay with him…i still cry…it’s the saddest thing that they had to leave this toddler behind…and I want to go up there, play and talk to them because they need to know they have someone on their side. My biggest problem is finding enough time in a day. I’m seriously thinking of forgoing my yearly trek to San Diego for Comic Con this summer and hanging out with those kids instead. It would definitely be more fulfilling. A child with a smile you gave them is better than all the panels and autographs in the world. Pets…I want to help at the animal shelters…if only I could move past the attachment thing I do with animals. Ask my mom about the snakes, turtles, crayfish, dogs, cats and whatever other animals I’d find in the street and bring home to either set free as it should be, find a home for, or even find the owners of…I’d have kept them all if she had let me.
  8. Try to lose weight again. After the sulphite (sulfite–I keep doing this because no one can agree how to spell it, though I’ve noticed the ‘ph’ is more abroad than US) scare last September/October, I haven’t done any exercising. Not because I don’t want to, but because I don’t want to go to the hospital because I can’t breathe again or wind up with a reaction so bad, I look like a horrible creature crawling from a pit of lava–again.
  9. You think for this last one, I’d put something major, something awesomely philanthropic, or something life-altering. It is to me, though no one else would get it…but I know I’m close to this…and maybe this is my year. But it is a very private, a soul-searching thing…I resolute it, but I won’t say it here.

No worries, though. If 9 does happen, I think I’d blab it here third…after my friends and something…maybe.

I do hope this new year brings about happiness and prosperity for all of you.
Just remember: There’s nothing like a laugh and a smile.

HAPPY 2016!

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