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 […]
Chelsea rushed through her shower. She could barely bother to rinse the shampoo out of her hair, or care about getting the smell of the lake off her skin. Morgan had information on Amber.
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. ***The Seattle haunt was exactly as Chelsea remembered. The failing restaurant with its old booths and beat up menus. The same tatty velvet rope blocked non-hunters from heading […]
Work was unbearable today. The air conditioner went out and we’re in the middle of a heat wave. Once again, I work in a museum. Hundreds of lights are on when we’re open. The repair said he’d be over right away, but that just didn’t happen. So I was hot and just kind of wilty […]
“My sister comes back tomorrow.”
Chelsea ignored the statement and sipped her coffee. The table held scraps of donuts from the local bakery, but nothing cooked. They’d all been sleeping since they’ gotten back from killing the kindermord.
Keegan settled in the chair beside her, casting a look at Jackson, begging for help. Jack smiled, warm and broad, and seemingly devoid of any thoughts whatsoever.
Keegan opened his mouth, and then sighed.
With the holiday coming up, my museum is swamped.Then I get home and it’s time to put in a few hours on my kitchen renovations.I’m tired, kids. But it’s a good kind of tired. Still writing a little every day, and come this fall when it cools off, my writing space will be properly appointed. […]
It’s what I’ve been doing lately. So much reading. Not even in my genre, just inhaling words like I’m being bullied in middle school again. I am writing, just in very small doses. I may have gotten my writing area together but it doesn’t matter when I’m tearing my kitchen apart. Yes, middle of a […]
Words That Burn Like Fire 