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Feeling Lazy

Mostly my current laziness is because there is some sort of ick making the rounds in our household.  My eldest started it, then shared with me, and now my husband has it, too.  Hopefully my youngest can avoid it.  I’ve reached the coughing-like-I’m-trying-to-hack-up-a-lung stage, and it could stop anytime.  The rest of my laziness isn’t really laziness, I suppose, but frustration with rewrites and the evil day job which makes me brain-dead by the end of each shift.  I’ve been working on these rewrites for so long that I have reached the point where the hero I so loved makes me want to beat his brains out with a rock.  And we won’t talk any further about the EDJ, not on my day off.

I’ve been reading more than usual, since that takes less effort than trying to see if my manuscript really sucks as much as I think it does.  I’ve read authors I already liked and some new-to-me authors.  Some good stuff, some not-so-good, some really awesome.  I’ve just started on one by an author I haven’t read before and I’m not sure yet how I like it.  The heroine has a very dark past, but she isn’t especially likeable so far.  We’ll see, I guess.

I’ve also started counting down until Hunting Medusa releases in paperback–only three months and four days until we get to hold it!  I am very excited about that, and I’ve started collecting goodies for the release day party.  I’m still in the starting stages of planning, but I think it’s going to be fun, and when I have more details ironed out, I will absolutely share them here and on my Facebook page and everywhere else I can.

And in the meantime, how about a little snippet from Hunting Medusa?


He lifted their joined hands to his mouth and kissed her knuckles. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to argue with you either.”

She nodded when he glanced over at her again. “We’ll have to go back, though, you know.”

Something flashed through his eyes, too quickly for her to decipher. “We’ll see. Maybe we ought to find out everything we can about the amulet.”

She settled deeper into her seat. “Like if there’s any way to get it besides cutting it out of my back?” Pain pricked at the center of her chest.

“That wasn’t what I meant. Are you trying to pick another fight?”

She shut her eyes. “No. I just hate feeling like this. Like I can’t do anything to put an end to this. Like one way or another, it’s going to end badly.” She heard the GPS recite new instructions. “Like I’m wasting time.” Now that she’d had time to think, now that her flight instinct had eased from their initial escape from her home, her stand-and-fight instinct had come back with a vengeance.

The car jerked to a stop in the middle of the road, and she turned to look at Kallan, startled.

The expression on his face was shuttered, but she saw the flash of anger and pain in his eyes clearly this time. Her heart beat faster.

“‘Wasting time’? Exactly what does that mean?”

Her chest tightened. “I didn’t mean with you,” she whispered. “I meant in trying to escape the inevitable.”

His expression didn’t change. “Which is what?”

“Someone in your family is going to wind up killing me, Kallan.” The pain in her chest squeezed tighter, making breathing more difficult. “I’m not looking forward to it, but I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do to avoid it forever. So why run? I’d rather face it fighting than running like a coward.”

His eyes darkened, but he remained silent for a moment. “I see,” he said at last, setting the car in motion. That was all.


If you haven’t yet checked out my Facebook page, I hope you’ll stop over there, too, sometimes.  I post little story snippets there as well, different bits than what I put here, and sometimes from my very uncooperative second Medusa’s story.  Now I’m off to make another cup of tea and think about supper.  Some soup, maybe, to combat this cold.  And I would love to hear about what you’re reading now, whether it’s an author you already know and love or someone new to you!


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