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Sunday Small Talk

I had something I wanted to say for this It’s been a while after all. It was thoughtful and maybe even funny and I didn’t have time to write it down when it was in my head. And it’s gone because that’s what depression does to you.

But there are good things going on, hell great things even. I won one of the highest honors at my university, I was voted Outstanding Professor of the year by the students and that about made me cry (I’m sure I will when I have to give that little speech).

And over at Joyfully Jay it’s Paranormal week! paranormal week I’m among the 100 author giving away a paranormal read. I’m giving away my 1930s demon hunter’s novel Soldiers of the Sun So check it all out!!

soldiers-of-the-sun

I finished the edits for Blood Red Roulette. It took me longer than it should have (and thank you DSPP for being so patient with me). Hopefully I’m done with the huge edits and the next will be smoother sailing. Also I’ve seen the rough draft of the cover for this. It’s AMAZING. I can’t wait until I can share the final product. You’re going to love it.

I’ve also finished the edits for something I’ll be writing under my YA pen name. That’s really exciting.

And I’m waiting on the beta reader for my SF novella (she had a few RL issues). Can’t wait to get that off to Nine Star (crosses fingers).

Rainbow Snippets

Happy various spring holidays. I’m cooking like a mad woman for…myself. Not going anywhere for the holiday (my university doesn’t give off the monday after the holiday because we’re a ‘commuter’ college for the most part and assumes that no one has family anywhere but here in the hills.)

Continuing with These Haunted Hills (and amused by how many of you align with Indiana Jones about the snakes). Josh and Brendan are free of the hotel now.

“Wasn’t that amazing?” Joshua brandished the camera “I can’t wait to see what shows up on this.”

“Your insanity,” Brendan muttered but if Joshua heard and was hurt he gave no sign.

“I bet we get something cool on the digital recorder.” Joshua continued around through the weeds toward the front of the hotel.

IMG_2122 (what the area around the hotel looks like)

If you’d like to play along, Rainbow Snippets is a Facebook community where we post up 6 sentences of one of our LGBT stories every Saturday. It’s been fun and you can find it here. Be sure to check out all the offers! It’s been a great supportive group!

Rainbow Snippets

Happy Yule, Merry Christmas to those who celebrate. Today is Mom’s 75th birthday. It was supposed to be unseasonably warm (and was this morning) but it suddenly dropped 20 degrees and is snowing. Oh boy.

I’m returning to These Haunted Hills after several weeks. I made a lot of progress on this for nano but I do have the last third to finish. As a review since it’s been awhile and for the new people (welcome new people!) Brendan is a highly successful (think, King, Rowling, Patterson) bisexual author who lost his son to cancer and has been in a tail spin ever since. He’s come to the Hocking Hills under the pretense of studying how to ghost hunt for a novel he’s setting in the hills (though is there contemplating suicide). Joshua is the younger ghost hunter by night, ecology professor by day that Brendan has hired to show him the ropes.It’s a few lines over otherwise it won’t make much sense.

Brendan listened to the download that came on with the truck’s engine. After a few lyrics he recognized it as a Doctor Who filk song with a fun sexual double entendre. Joshua climbed back in realizing what song was on and flashed red to his golden crown of hair. “God, guess I should be happy I made it ten minutes without embarrassing myself.” He reached out to turn it off.

Brendan stopped him. “I don’t write what I do because I’m not a geek.”

“True.”

“It’s bigger on the inside.” Brendan picked up on the entendre. “One should hope so.”

Joshua’s red deepened and he rested his head on the steering wheel but he smiled broadly. “Definitely!” He sat back up and put the truck in gear. “This is Aurelio Voltaire from his album Bitrektual.

If you’d like to play along, Rainbow Snippets is a Facebook community where we post up 6 sentences of one of our LGBT stories every Saturday. It’s been fun and you can find it here. Be sure to check out all the offers! It’s been a great supportive group!

More Tales from the Allergic Druid

Today it was nearly 80. In February. In Ohio. Setting aside how messed up that is, and how it is no doubt a sobering sign of a deranged environment, I decided since I can’t change it, I might as well as enjoy it (as it is supposed to storm then snow tomorrow and be nearly sixty degrees colder. Joy). I decided to do what druids do, get out in nature. I headed out to Ash Cave, which is more of rock shelter/recess cave than it is anything else and in spite of using it in These Haunted Hills I hadn’t been to it (and now I see things to tweak).

It’s actually less than 40 miles from me but takes about an hour to get to thanks to the rollercoaster roads and having to slow down thru small towns. I didn’t know, until talking to local friends about These Haunted Hills that Ash Cave was handicapped accessible (I just looked past that one the web site). They have the ‘grandma’s gateway’ trail which is a cement trail all the way to the basin. So it’s a very easy walk even for someone like me who is more arthritis than anything.

Also those aforementioned allergies? They’re to tree pollen. You know like the cedars and hemlocks I was surrounded by. Ah, life. I had my inhaler. And I was more itchy than raspy. It was a really nice setting. People have been carving their names into the limestone forever (I saw some from the 1800s) so if there were any from the original occupants (the Wyandot? The Shawnee? It’s up for debate) you couldn’t tell now.

The waterfall is light and you can literally walk under it if you so desire (the children darting everywhere did). There are a ton of people in my pics because everyone had the same idea as I did. I went to the water’s edge. I explored the recess (but wasn’t sure where the whispering galleries were) then I went behind the water fall. Some pictures of the way the limestone was carved by the water all those centuries ago will pop up on macro mondays.

Pigeons use the recesses to roost in. A couple came to see what I was doing. Or maybe to see why one idiot kept doing his wild animal calls. I decided that since I had the easy walk in, I’d take the natural trail on the upper rim. I climb a jillion stairs up to the rim and set off. It was fairly easy too for that matter…until I get to the part where I have go climb down some ‘rock’ stairs. Wet rock stairs. I decided that since a) I forgot my cellphone like a moron b) was alone it was probably not my best idea to try to get down those. If I’d been with someone and we could have steadied each other I would have been game but as it was, it would have been unwise.

I turned around and about then the ankle I broke in about 6 places as kid decided it had just about enough of my crap and started aching. Once I got back down the steps and on more even ground it was happy again. I did find another trail that wasn’t paved that went a few hundred feet at least before cross the creek back to the cement walk way.

It was a nice walk. I got great pictures and a better understanding of the site and better questions I can ask my friend who is a naturalist out there so I can firm up a few points in These Haunted Hills.

On the way home I stopped at Arch and Eddie’s for a tasting board of beer and dinner only to find out they had opened their own brew pub next door and today was opening day. Yep more beer was consumed and thank goodness I didn’t forget my ereader with my phone because I sat there for a while sobering back up so I could get home.

Have some pictures:

From the near end:  photo DSCN0057_zps2zzo5cz5.jpg

Up close and personal :  photo DSCN0062_zpskzcdzw87.jpg

Splash down:  photo DSCN0063_zpsz94uimtu.jpg

Water in motion:  photo DSCN0068_zpsupv86gvf.jpg

Behind the falls”  photo DSCN0077_zpsotxxn8di.jpg

and  photo DSCN0079_zpsli72w0ut.jpg

neat lens flares:  photo DSCN0080_zps5yyo3w7d.jpg

Lens flare? Wet lens? Ghost?  photo DSCN0082_zpskvtste1n.jpg

Far side of the cave:  photo DSCN0085_zpsk47l1exh.jpg

Pretending I’m not sweating (my god, my hands are like Yato’s from Noragami: Stray God)  photo DSCN0088_zps9u9qj82k.jpg