Yes, there is still a ton of snow in my desert. We got about 4 feet over all. But, roads are clear, some sidewalks are clear and it’s supposed to be 40 degrees and sunny for a few days. If I can stay sane for another week, I will be free of my confinement. Despite […]
While it is starting to melt, starting to melt still means I’m house bound. Which is killing me. I’m not meant to be stuck in the house, but I also cannot risk falling. I did try to walk yesterday, but almost fell three times. So I’m depressed. Lots of sleeping. Lots of weeping. Hopefully, in […]
I love where I live. I love the dry heat and mountains. I love the pine forests and the lakes. I love 300 days of sunshine. But once a winter we get a storm that literally lasts days, and dumps more than a foot of snow on us. We have tunnels in our backyard for […]
This is a series of short stories, detailing the adventures of Chelsea Childling. You can start with her origin story or pick any story from the index. *** Whiskey burned, but not enough. Chelsea could still taste ocean salt and Jackson’s last kiss. She signaled for another drink. “Aren’t you hunting tonight?” Worry shaded Morgan’s voice. “Nope.” Chelsea […]
No seriously. My husband kidnapped me. Again! In all seriousness, my husband knows I don’t take breaks well. He once planned a trip by calling my boss and arranging a long weekend off, and then picking me up for lunch. When we got on the highway, I started to panic. I had to call my […]
I’m so lazy. My paying job is on winter hiatus, so I get to stay home, and damn… I’m enjoying vacation. I’m enjoying sleeping in and watching tv. I’m trying to do crafty creative stuff now, but it’s cold out, so I don’t want to move and pretty much, I don’t have to. And I […]
Well, kind of. I’m on hiatus from the museum, but I am at home getting stuff done. My rag-rug is about halfway done. This first of my sewing projects is waiting on my sewing machine. And while I haven’t felt like climbing on a ladder, I do have the brushes and all that ready to […]
Yeah, I went dark again. Life sucks, and some times something has to give. I kept writing, but I curled in my ball a little and licked my wounds. And while I don’t believe in New Years resolutions, but I do believe in arbitrary deadlines and schedules. They work for me. So I gave myself […]
Jackson Hawk settled against the headboard, pretending to be calm. His arms rested lightly across his stomach as he crossed his ankles. But heat flashed in his green eyes, and his foot twitched
Jackson scratched at the huge mutt’s silky black ears. “Amber… did she ever tell you about her family?”
Chelsea took a deep breath and thought back. “She mentioned she was very young when they died. Too young to remember some of the food her parents made.”
He winced as he studied Bentley’s ears. “She was seven. Just seven years old when the demon lord slaughtered her family.”
Words That Burn Like Fire 