Come across the sands to a place where some people want their stories told and others don’t. You never know what you will find at Alexander’s. For Thomis, this storyteller’s days grow short and he merely wants some peace.
Find it on your favorite audio distributor or start your search here. While it is available in several places, I also noticed that it is still working its way to some platforms, so if it’s not on your favorite platform currently, keep watch for it as it should be soon.
Audiobooks can be the perfect option for people who think that they don’t have time to read or who might struggle with reading a book. I find time to listen to audiobooks while I’m taking my daily walk, doing dishes, or while commuting to work. It’s not just for long trips. (grin!) I know many people who tell me they listen to audiobooks while at work — lucky dogs!
Let me start by saying that I’m trying an experiment and moving the free fiction to Friday. I want to see if it has better results there. (catch last week’s now) Not going to lie. This is all about the exposure. Me running the free fiction does no good if only a few people are reading it. I want more eyes on it.
If you were looking for my progress blog that I usually run on Monday and didn’t see it, you’re not imagining things. I didn’t run it. I had originally thought that it would be a way of me being publicly accountable, and I still like that idea, but I’m not sure anyone really cares. I thought someone might be interested in seeing how all gets done in my life and the incremental baby steps it takes. I had hoped that it would inspire others. Instead, I feel as if it didn’t have the intended effect. I also didn’t come back to review it like I thought I would.
Feeling like no one really cared culminated with other factors (cold, snow, gray skies, working many hours, little sleep, and a desperate need for sunshine) into a massive depression for me. Massive.
I don’t like talking about my depression or admitting that I have it. I’ve seen others with depression and mine is very mild comparatively. Usually I can resolve mine by getting more sleep. Not this time. I had the stupid little voices working away in my head and they wouldn’t leave me be. I began to feel destructive. Worse, I couldn’t cry. I felt as if I could vent with tears, things might be okay.
As I predicted last week, this week was a challenge with Adrian’s play going on. But, it all worked out anyway.
I went to see his play, The Puppet Tree, twice. Here’s a picture on him with one of the puppets he played.
Coordinating schedules and getting home to let the dogs outside too up a major chunk of time. Clearing up a clogged sink also didn’t help matters. Many times I wasn’t even beginning to write my words until 11:00 p.m.
Plus I was finishing up a newsletter to get out last weekend. Fun stuff.
Then there was the major breakthrough on Cirvel’s story which helped to clear up a lot of the questions I’ve had about all of it. Unfortunately, I wasn’t in a position to write all of it down when I got it, so I later captured what I remembered and I’m waiting for the rest to return. I know it will, but I must be patient about it.
I knew that I didn’t want to draw a cactus, at least not a plain cactus, since that was the “low-hanging fruit” on this picture. As I let myself start thinking deeply about this prompt, I started thinking about what makes me prickly. The topic started to make me uncomfortable, so that’s how I knew I was on the right path. I started thinking about how once someone has been hurt by love, they can get prickly and not want anyone close to them.
Okay, that’s it! The weeks must quit going by so rapidly. Someone needs to put the brakes on this speeding monkey ship!
Speeding monkey ship? That sounds like something Loki would say.
Well, you all are caught up to me and so I need to either work faster or time needs to go a little slower so I can get ahead. Either way.
I’m certain this is the result of having too many stories going at once. I’ll quit my complaining, take responsibility for it, and let you get to the story. Shall we be off?
Dragons of Wellsdeep is an epic science fantasy story filled with action, adventure, space travel, magic, dragons, and flying. Chapter 11 is available for 1 week only! Then it will turn back into a pumpkin and a new chapter will appear!
Even though I haven’t been working on the 5th book very much lately, this series is still “my baby.” I know Steigan’s life from birth to death. I know how his family and friends mourn him. Not all of this is in the books — partially because I have promised that the series here will have a happy ending and because I don’t like stories where the characters die.
I was sorely tempted to post this last week and delay the ending of Onesong by one week, but I figured I might have readers coming at me with hatchets if I did that. **grin**
I have enough adventures like that already!
I am kind of disappointed that I couldn’t post this on the 4th of July, but it’s not a very happy story, so I thought it might be best if I wait anyway.
This is a story I wrote last year. My reader sent my comments back, but I honestly don’t think I’ve incorporated them into the story yet, so you’re seeing this pretty much just as my reader did. Nothing about this story here is final. This story kind of got lost in the events of last July — I’d really thought it would be my July 2018 release. But, yeah, llama face.
Obviously I’m still tired and words are not my thing right now.
I thought you might all like a short break before I start something else. I really did like running with a novel. We shall see what strikes my fancy for next week, but for now, a short story.
I realized this while watching the Sailor Moon musical that my son took me to on Sunday.
While I’d already been coming out of my depression from last week and was beginning to make a plan about how to proceed. I’d talked it out and mulled it over. I even began purchasing new domains. While losing my .com’s is not fatal, it doesn’t make me happy either, but time will work things out.
When I initially bought my .com’s, I thought about buying the .net’s while I was at it. The little voice in my head told me not to be greedy — if someone else wanted the .net’s, then they should be able to use them. I felt like other people should have equal opportunity too. So I didn’t get the .net names.
Now, I fully understand why I had to leave the .net names available; if I hadn’t, they also would be hijacked. Still much work to be done.