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Finally back on track…

Published April 6, 2015 by S. E. Myers

Seriously, it has been a while. Moving to Lexington took a lot longer to settle than I initially believed.

Today is the first day that I am back to writing. It feels good. I am currently compiling my writing playlist. As the music plays the images run rampant through my mind. They unfold the story and I can see Andie react to her surroundings and other characters that she has a relationship with.

I’ll write more about that another time. I’m just glad to actually publish a blog piece considering that the last one I posted was forever ago. Luckily, I still have readers that follow my blog and follow my facebook page. Thank you for being so dang patient!

Lexington is beautiful! The air is clean, the grass is green and the people are so friendly. I love my new home and my neighborhood. We were very blessed for this opportunity to pop up in our life at the exact moment it was needed. It has been quite and adjustment. Staying home full-time is a lot more difficult than I remember. I was a stay-at-home mom years ago when my children were little. I assumed that since our children were older I would have more time on my hands to write full-time, boy was I mistaken. There are so many  more things that I have to accomplish and get done throughout the day. But, I am making it work. There are still several projects that need to be completed around the house, however, I am going to put those on the back burner until I have my first draft completed. Most of my day is dedicated to writing this first draft.

It feels good and I can’t wait to share it with you!

This is short and sweet, but I wanted to take the time to let people know that I am still here and still alive and working!

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The Body Thief continues…

Published August 25, 2014 by S. E. Myers

Writing is hard… And, finding the time to write is even more difficult.  Between a full-time job at work, a full-time job at home (including church responsibilties), back to school nights, homework, cooking, husband time and household chores – where is the time?

I haven’t included my hobbies either: WoW, Diablo III, crochet, Doctor Who (oh yes, it is a hobby), crafting, etc…

I have the whole outline for this book. I am really excited about it and I can’t wait to see where my characters take me. But I need more time!! I still have to finish Dark Inhibition. Poor Ryleigh is having a heck of a time right now. The darkness keeps pushing into her and she is becoming less resistant to its summons. <insert sad face>

I am hoping with my new shift that starts, I will have more time to do what I need. If not, it will go in my calendar. I have to make the time. I think this is one of the most important lessons that I have learned. I am scheduling everything in my physical and electronic calendars so I don’t miss anything. I have to now translate it all to the wall calendar for the kids so they know what is going on.

Being an involved parent/mother/wife/friend/sister is challenging. I often wish I was a stay-at-home-mom again but I think I would tire of that eventually. 

Above all else, although at the end of the day I collapse into bed exhausted, I enjoy my life and I am truly the happiest I have been in. 

Organization is tough and it is tough to stay organized. If I don’t write it down, it won’t get done or it will get forgotten (thanks, fibromyalgia!)

 

There’s a lot of dust…

Published November 8, 2013 by S. E. Myers

It’s been a while since I have written anything in this blog.  But, I have my excuses – my reasons.  Life has interrupted life.  This has been a crazy year and it isn’t even over yet.

I haven’t made too much more progress on “Dark Inhibition,” but I will be…soon.  Want my explanation?  Well, here it is:

After I graduated school, I had BIG plans.  I was going to finish my second novel and have my third published before the end of the year.  I was going to start school again in October to continue on for my bachelor’s degree.. oh there were SO many things I was going to do and accomplish.

And then…  May 5th, I was involved in a car accident. I am not sure if I blogged about it or not, but, it totaled my car. The plus side, I now have an awesome crossover.  It is a Dodge Journey.  I love it.  I miss my Chevy Cavalier, but this is the car I need.   My son, Gavin, came to visit in June for a few days, I missed him terribly and just having him back in my life and around was enough to make my year.  On June 17th, my amazing grandson, Marshall Allen White, was born.  He was 7 lbs. 2 oz. and 21 inches long.  He came out with a head full of hair and it was the most amazing thing I have ever witnessed. I haven’t been on that side of things before.  My daughter, Illeana, did such an amazing job.

Shortly after Marshall’s birth, my almost son-in-law lost his job. This has made a huge impact financially as he was the one helping with my car payment. 

The most amazing thing that has happened to me is Scot. I never in a million years thought I would find the kind of love I saw in the movies.  The kind of love that kisses you breathless and makes you weak in the knees.  The kind of love that crashes over you like the waves of the ocean.  I mean.. he kisses me quiet.  Do you know how hard it is to shut me up?

Yes.

This has happened to me.

When someone says they have never “felt” a way before, I can empathize. I’ve never felt this before. I don’t think I’ve experienced true love in my lifetime. Not even with my ex-husband. Maybe it was lust or infatuation, but it wasn’t this.  I am actually happy.  Happy.  I never knew what it was like to have someone care about me and my feelings. Usually, relationships begin to show the ugly dark side after about a month or so… there isn’t an ugly dark side.  I think that is because we have been completely honest with each other. I haven’t held anything back.

I am actually amazed that he even wants to be with me, as broken as I am.  I’d been getting sick a lot and finally went to the doctor.  Turns out I am now diabetic. It’s not fun. I get to jab and poke myself more times a day than I care to count. I have to inject insulin – it is a drag. My doctor says my pancreas is still producing insulin so I am a Type 2 diabetic. I’ve modified what I have been eating and how I’ve been eating.  Which leads me to another issue this year – my vision.

I couldn’t see once my sugars came down. I tested at 450 when I had my blood drawn and was diagnosed. Within a week I had them in normal range but my eyes were still adjusting.  I had my new Rx for only when I was diagnosed. Needless to say, I had to have a redo…not just on one pair of glasses but TWO! I am waiting for the second pair to come back.

It certainly feels as if life has thrown me for a loop this time around.  There are other family things happening.  My grandmother is ill and doesn’t have long left on this earth.  I am sad about it, watching her mind deteriorate, but there are moments of clarity and she knows that I love her.  That makes me smile and sad at the same time.  I will miss her but I know that I will see her again.

I do have a deadline for Dark Inhibition… December 15th.  That is when the rough draft is due to my publisher.  So kiddos, get excited.  I can see, I can type, and I can think.  Ryleigh is coming and she is like vengeance on the wind.

Some ways I do NOT want to leave this earth…

Published June 22, 2013 by S. E. Myers

I am not sure why I thought about this, however, here are my top 5 ways that I do not want to die:

#1 – Burning to death — Honestly, I think this one is my biggest fears. Although I know that the smoke gets you first, what if someone has a hit on me and pours gasoline over my head and sets me on fire. Or, what if the Salem Witch trials come back and I am burned at the stake? I’ve read that your nerve endings die off and it only hurts for a little while, but I can’t even imagine what it feels like to have every inch of your body covered in flames charring your flesh. This is definitely my number one.

#2 – Drowning — After watching, “The Abyss”, I had a deep fear of drowning.  Now, I know I would never put myself in a situation where I am living on the bottom of the ocean discovering aliens, however, when Ed Harris described how drowning feels, I knew then I wouldn’t want it.  Your lungs burn yearning for oxygen and your brain tells you to take a breath…. You do and inhale water, your body can’t process it and you react trying to inhale more to get oxygen then you are gone. I don’t want to have to die thinking about not breathing, facing the inevitable, feeling my body react to no oxygen. Helpless.

#3 – Suffocation or Asphyxiation — This is almost the same as #2 without water. If I am being choked to death, my oxygen is cut off immediately, wind pipe crushed, or blocked depending on the situation. At least I pass out before I die. I am sure that the pounding of blood rushing in would bother me, or I would concentrate on it and just let myself go.

#4 – Being blown up — While I know that it would be immediate death, this is just gross.

#5 – Stabbed or shot to death — Can we say painful? Unless I am on some heavy narcotics or sedatives, I do not ever want to experience being stabbed or shot. Having my throat slit, or my heart stabbed, or being shot in my liver…. No thanks. No way. I’d rather be blown up than murdered this way.

Not enough time…

Published March 6, 2013 by S. E. Myers

Because I still work a real job, I seem to not have enough time.  This happened January 7th when my shift at worked changed from Monday through Friday, to some odd askew days and hours. 

A large chunk of my life has changed.  A large chunk of my day has disappeared.  I miss my kids and my life. 

Look at the last time I had a blog post… When was that?  A few months ago?  I’m practically sneezing throughout this post with the dust and cobwebs flitting around my shoulders.  My brain is crying out for creativity.  I feel as if I’ve been locked in an iron maide with the spikes pressing into my flesh forbidding me to do anything I enjoy.  And yet…  A dear friend of mine told me of he doubts recently.  He was thinking about moving to the East Coast but wasn’t sure it was the right idea.  He is young and he has so much life ahead of him. 

I told him to go for it.  What does he have to lose?  He is young and full of life and ambition.  I told him that he only lives once and he should make every single moment count.  And then I realized that is the advice I should be giving myself.

I need to find a way to give myself more time to finish this next book and get it out there. 

I had a major let down today though. I think it set me back a few more paces than I wanted it to.  It put me in this funk and I need some deoderant to render it gone.  I need adventure.  I need excitement.  I need more of the life that I want to live than what I have been living.

But then, that’s what my stories are aren’t they?  The adventure I want to live?  Maybe?

I hope this finds you well.  I keep you in my thoughts and prayers.

 

A new scene for “The Body Thief”

Published December 24, 2012 by S. E. Myers

“Harri, they have Drew.”  The words fell from my mouth faster than I could catch them.  

Harri nodded.  “I figured they would find him, Andie. You don’t ever listen to me.  You never have,” she said as she lit up a cigar. “I’d always known the Cleric’s ran a dirty business. But they usually stayed out of my way, and I made a point to stay out of theirs.”  She blew a smoke ring that continued to grow in size as it drifted lazily toward me. It extended in shape with each movement, stretching its boundaries until its path collided with mine and passed my head through its center like a lion through a circus ring.

I shrugged. “That doesn’t matter now does it,” I said making sure to drag out the sarcasm. Harri narrowed her eyes. Her irritation with my statement itched my skin.

“It does matter now,” she emphasized. “Everything you have done until now matters. The whole frazzing establishment is breathing down my neck! I’m the one who took you in. I’m the one who gave you this job. I’m the one who has your back and has your back-up. So don’t you give me that shoddy crap line that ‘It doesn’t matter now.’ It all matters. Every single bit of it matters. Every single moment matters. Everything.” Harri slammed her hands down on her desk. Her face turned red in frustration, except this time, it also traveled down her neck.

“I’m sorry,” I muttered. I meant it. “I don’t know why you have risked everything for me.” I could feel the tears stream down my cheeks unintentionally. I never cried in front of Harri. I never allowed any true emotion through to anyone. Except Drew, and now Harri.

Harri rose from her desk and slowly walked toward me. She shoved my kicks from her desk and rested her hands on my thighs kneeling down so she was face to face with me. Her dark grey eyes were bloodshot, but even then, they were full of wisdom. The lines that ran from the corners of her eyes connected to those from the corner of her mouth. She sighed and dropped her head down.

“What?” I said. I hadn’t seen her this way before. It made me a little nervous.

She raised her head, her eyes glistening. “Andie, I love you like you are my own child.”

“I know,” I interjected.
“Let me finish,” she said. “This is hard for me. I haven’t had anyone in my life that I could ever count on. At least, until you came along.”

My throat thickened and it was hard to swallow.

“The road before us is dangerous. These Clerics, they run everything. They are powerful. They have powerful weapons. And if I lost you…” Harri’s voice choked up and she rose to her feet turning away from me. “If I lost you, I don’t know what I would do,” she finished.

“Harri,” I said. I grabbed her hand. “Harri, you are like a mother to me. You have been the foundation beneath me. After Sarah died, you were all I had. I know that I haven’t been the best friend or employee or even kid that you had to take care of. But know that I love you and everything I do from this point on, it’s not just for me. It’s for us. It’s for all of us. If we don’t stand up to them and we don’t hurt them the way that they have hurt us. They will continue to control everything and everyone. And people like Drew, will continue to be extracted and disposed of. There has to be a change. And I have to do what I can to make that happen.”

“I know,” Harri sighed. “That’s why I am going with you.” Harri turned around, her face dry and eyes determined. “But we aren’t going alone. The Cleric’s think they have confiscated all mass weaponry, they haven’t. There are multiple rebellion factions that have waited for this moment for the past decade. They have been waiting for this moment. Waiting for you. Andie, you are the only one who can lead us to freedom.”

 

A rough excerpt from “The Body Thief”…

Published November 28, 2012 by S. E. Myers

Here is an excerpt from The Body Thief.  It is in 1st person, however, I may switch it to 3rd.  I’m not sure yet.  I hope you enjoy!

 

My hair hung in my face, stringy and matted. I could smell the blood from the lashing I’d just received. I couldn’t help but think of the irony here. Punished by those who elicit my help in catching those who need punished.

 

A groan escaped my lips that I’d been holding back.

 

“You wouldn’t have been subjected to that had you just told us where he is,” Cleric Peter said through gritted teeth.

 

A stream of words invaded my thoughts threatening to erupt from my mouth, but the wracking pain I felt coursing through my body prevented them from escaping my lips.

 

I’d been duped. We’d all been duped into believing the cleric’s had our best interest in mind. They ran everything. Everything.

 

Drew pushed through my mind. He didn’t have much time before he needed a new body. I still held some form of disbelief that the Cleric’s imprisoned him because he found out the truth. Should I even tell them that I know? Should I tell them that I found out? What more would they do? Should I risk the same consequence Drew suffered?

 

Cleric Peter pushed me forward pressing on one of the more tender of spots. I was still a little off balance and my hands tied behind my back didn’t help any.

 

“Do you mind,” I muttered. I was sure he didn’t.

 

I knew where he was taking me. The Order requested my presence I was sure of that. Just like I was sure they requested Cleric Peter to “convince” me I needed to tell them where Drew was.

 

I tripped almost falling on my face. “Whoa, there,” grunted Peter as he caught me just in time.

 

“It might help if you untied my hands,” I said snidely.

 

“Not a chance,” replied Peter. “Not a chance at all.” Peter pushed me from the back and I winced in pain. I took in a deep breath to push it back down and save it for later. He would be the first one. That was for sure.

 

We arrived in front of the dark steel doors guarding the Order’s Requiem. I shivered remembering the last time I was here. The trial without a trial. The Order against me. Demanding me I tell them where Drew was. Asking about Fate. Asking about my sister. The more I thought about it, the more pissed I became.

 

Peter held us at the entry way until he heard a commanding, “Enter!” The ominous voice bounced from wall to wall echoing and growing quieter. I rolled my eyes. I never realized their dramatic flair for effect until now.