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Satisfaction with a fight scene…

Published April 9, 2015 by S. E. Myers

There is something satisfying about sitting here and seeing my character kick some evil butt. However, it is extremely exhausting. By the end of the fight I feel as if I need to take a break. Andie limps away nursing her wounds and the other character is usually dead and/or apprehended.

When writing these scenes, I think of Jet Li or Jason Statham. I’m a fan of both and watching their movies (yes I realize the fight scenes are choreographed) gives me a little insight into how I need to frame the fight. Fast, Furious, little dialogue. Let’s be honest, who in their right mind will stop to speak a whole paragraph in the midst of fighting someone.

I was just thinking and wanted to take a break from my own fight scene and share.


Down and counting…

Published October 13, 2014 by S. E. Myers

Well, 57 pounds and only 100 more to go. I’m down to a size 18 and should be a 16 in the next two weeks. This week I start core training. It’s absolutely crazy how fast your body gets used to cardio. I’ve been doing the elliptical and although I use the fat burner workout that increases the resistance, your body still gets used to it. It’s pretty awesome that I can now wear pants that I have kept for the past 10 years – that still have the tags on…yes, the tags. I bought them thinking they would fit – and they didn’t. Of course they didn’t because I was in denial. HUGE denial. My brain is doing this weird catch up thing. I look in the mirror and can still see how I looked 3 months ago. Other people can see the more slimmer version now. Even Sunday I received some amazing compliments. This week will be difficult because of the hit-n-run we were involved in. I have a chiro appointment because my neck and shoulder are still damaged. Hurts to even lift my arm so training will be focused on belly and legs today. Trying to get my book done. Andi is an amazing character and I wish I could be a strong as she is. The pain and suffering she has had endure has been absolutely torturous. Let’s see… Life is just busy! Kids to seminary, work, gym, home, dinner, Mutual, writing, gaming, family, kids school, parent hours… and the list goes on.

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!)


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.


Published August 21, 2012 by S. E. Myers

Updating this blog once a week creates such a lag in momentum.

This thing was garnering attention from across the realm of imagination – and then the air went flat.  I think I must have done something to the space/time/continuum.  (Remember that kids?)

I’m going to start losing more sleep soon.  The Body Thief is on hold while I finish Dark Inhibition.  If you haven’t read Dark Revelation, you should.  I don’t just say this because I wrote the book, I say this because I honestly think it is pretty darn good for a first novel.  Aside from my own opinion, I would love to hear/read yours.  Dark Inhibition plans to be a lot lengthier than the first one, by-the-way.

It’s going to take some time to get it done, it wants to get done. It needs to be completed.  There is a force propelling me and my fingers forward.  My dreams are of imps chomping down Chi.  Those cute little buggers!

I was also thinking about maybe a weekly Vlog?  Yes? No?

We’ll see how it goes.

Also, I love you! ❤  Seriously.

Book Promotions and tiredness…

Published August 19, 2012 by S. E. Myers

Wow!  It has been ex-haus-ting this last week…  When you are an indie author and you have other commitments (like being a mom) because you are not yet bringing in enough income to support a writing career (notice keyword: yet) – you have additional obligations.  Which I do.  School.  Work. Kids. Church. Writing.

Speaking of writing, or writing of writing – have you noticed the amount of writing advice that is out there?  Honestly, there are only a few I listen to.  I can count them on my hands.  Or, hand.  Definitely not the toes.  Grammar advice, personal advice, criticism for writing differently and employing different tactics… Really?  Really? Who died and made you a grammar king/queen/person/placeorthing. Where is your degree in English? Media? Publishing? Marketing? Where are your years of experience?

I am most definitely appreciative of all the feedback I have received from those I trust and also respect.  Should I name them?  No. Sorry. They are mine all mine! BWAHAHAHAHAHA-a! Maybe one day, in a list of credits from the movie they make about my bizarre and enriching life. I’ll get to the bizarre part soon. In a future episode. Not that I actually think my life is worth making a movie out of…

I’ve written very little lately, but I am writing. I was writing The Body Thief but with the holidays quickly approaching, Dark Inhibition has to be ready. All my extra (man, do I need some more extra) energy goes into writing a few hundred words a day. Which is nothing NEAR what I am capable of when I have the time.

I’m trying to post a blog post at least once a week. I started this at 9am – and only wrote almost 300 words.  Now, imagine this in my forthcoming book.  300 words per day equals a few thousand, but I definitely need to step up my game.


*edit* I never did mention – promoting my book has become difficult also. I am trying hard! I have it in a local store, The Almost Perfect Bookstore, in Roseville, CA.  🙂  That is pretty awesome. The place is amazing itself. You walk in and can spend hours and hours perusing the shelves. I found a hardback edition of the complete Lord of the Rings excluding The Hobbit. I’m pretty stoked about that.

Also, Dark Revelation is $0.99 currently *other edit* Doing an experiment with pricing this week.  Clicky the book link and purchase it.  (By the book link, I am referring to the “books” link at the top of my page)  Tell your friends, family, neighbor, stranger… You get the point.