Behind the Veil

Somebody asked me what the vHalee#1eil was, and I struggled to explain. It’s one of those metaphorical items that separates what humans see from what is really out there. It’s one of those things that keeps humanity safe because they remain to blind to see what is really out there hunting them. The veil has many purposes, making victims easier to reach and keeping the humans from hiding in their houses from the monsters that go bump in the night.

Behind the veil is a world with multiple stand alone stories of varying lengths set within it. The world is set up so that the characters can interact and that we can learn more about each character even when they only play minor parts in other short stories/novellas/novels.


Indie Published Short Story!

Working on getting a short story up on Smashwords. I’ll probably have the cover art finished by tomorrow, but if you want to check it out before then I have it for free right now. Cover art is getting updated soon, so it can get put on other retailers. I would appreciate constructive criticism on ways to improve or any errors that I’ve made.

Procrastination at it’s finest…

I guess I would have to say that it’s all about that. I’m a procrastinator, that’s just what I do. The truth is, and I dearly hate to admit this, is that I haven’t gotten a lot of work done on any of the projects that have been rattling around in my head.

This sounds bad, I know, but I’m going to tell the truth and would hope that you all would share the truth with me as well. I don’t exactly have an easy life and that gives me a lot of opportunities to make excuses as to why I don’t want to work. “I’m to tired” is an old staple, as well as, “the kids are being to loud” and “I don’t have a place to work.” It makes it easy to avoid these things, so I’ve come up with a plan to combat this. I’m going to start small.

That brings me to my announcement. It certainly excites me, even if you all are just reading this to help yourselves procrastinate <wink, wink>. I have been working on a short story the past few days. I should have it ready for publishing within a day or two. Keep in mind that it is only a short story, but it might give you an idea as to what is going on in the world that I am creating.

I’m hoping that starting with a short story, might help me get over the overwhelming impossibility of everything and would get me a lot more comfortable with the process. I’m experimenting, but I’m in college as a scientist, so that’s what I’m supposed to do. We experiment on a small scale to see how it’s going to work. I’m studying to process and I’m going to learn it so I don’t have to be quite as scared of it.

Anyway, that’s enough news for now. I know that there is a lot more that I can share with you, but winter break has just started and I’m sure that I’ll have plenty of time and plenty of posts to tell you all everything that there is to tell.

Starting over, once again.

Starting over is hard. I’ve been working hard at starting over on my novel. I was only about ten thousand words in, so it’s not a big loss, but I was finding that I didn’t have enough story to last through the novel. 

This is one of those things that happen, sometimes you have to rework your masterpiece in order to get it right. It isn’t something that any one relishes, but it’s totally worth all of the work. I look forward to getting my work back on track. I’m also renaming some characters, hoping that it will make them make a little more sense to me. While the major plot points aren’t changing there are a lot of things that are. I’m adding new characters, a group that will both help and hinder my protagonists at different points in the story. 


It’s been a while, I know, I’m sorry.

I don’t know what to say other than the fact that I’m sorry that it’s been so long. My keyboard finally gave out and it’s not exactly easy to write on a tablet, not like this anyway. 

I wanted to note that there has been a lot of controversy going on lately. I’ve had my ups and downs trying to form an opinion about it, and I’ve realized what it all boils down to. Having a computer that I can’t type with has given me a lot of time to think, the no money to replace it right away helped with that as well. 

This is what I figured out, politics aren’t my thing on here, I’ll save that for my personal Facebook page, not for my public forum, and I have decided that I needed to make some major revisions to my novel, adding new characters and giving more action. I am right back to where I started. I’ll get my mind put back together and am hoping to be able to share a sample chapter for you all to get excited about. (hopefully), and you all can critique and conversate about to your hearts content. 


I have a confession to make. Everyone who has read my blog knows that I’ve been ghostwriting as while I work on my own novel, trying to get finances sorted out. I have a confession to make in that regard. While I’ve signed the confidentiality agreements about the books that I have written and I’m not allowed to talk about the specific work that I’ve done, suffice it to say they have done fairly well.

Now I know that they have done fairly well, but it’s not because my employer told me. I’m going to be honest with you. I’ve looked up the work I’ve been doing. I’ve seen the listing on Amazon and read the reviews, even leaving a review on one of them secretly (under a pen name). I buy the books that I’ve written, the ones that I can find anyway and I read them, seeing how the editing has changed them.

It’s easy to take criticism when nobody knows your name. When it’s not your reputation at risk, but rather some nameless company that makes all of the profit off of your work, but I still pay attention to it. I read the reviews, especially the low ones and use it to improve myself. I read them and am a little insulted by the trolls that seem to litter the world of the internet, but there are some people who have honest complaints, and I pay attention to those.

A great example is that I had a complaint in the first novel I churned out for the company that the relationship moved to fast and another one that the couple spent to much time travelling. I’ve had other complaints that the sentences sometimes made very little sense and I noticed that. All of these things I paid attention to and took into account on my other stories. I’ve changed the things that needed to be changed, especially if there are several complaints outlining the same thing. I’ve tried to better my craft, but sometimes it feels like I’m losing a part of myself doing that. Some changes I understand, especially after I go back over my work, but other’s I don’t get. I follow the ones I can verify and make changes.

Dyslexic Writers, learning disabilities in the arts.

As a dyslexic writer I was hoping to start a conversation about it. It’s quite a struggle to write when I can’t spell the words right. I do have some tools to help me though. I have a great spellchecker that makes sure that my ‘and’s don’t constantly stay ‘nad’s and my words stay in the right order. Maybe someday I’ll turn it off and write a post without and see what everyone thinks about it. 

Dyslexia doesn’t mean stupid, a lot of people think that. It doesn’t mean that you can’t learn, it just makes learning harder. I fight to read and I fight to write, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t enjoy them. Sometimes, when I am tired, I find that I just can’t make my brain process words. I can’t make my mind work right. When I am tired I can’t read and have to slowly decipher every word that I am trying to ingest. It’s a struggle, but worth it. 

Right now my mind is tired. I’m having to double check every word that goes onto the screen. Everything that I see feels slightly fuzzy and I have to pause a lot to make sure that I’m doing it right, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world. I can envision things in three dimensions because of this problem. Reading is more difficult, but I can picture the shape of a molecule easily. I can’t tell my left from my right but I can watch a TV show and not tell whether it is in 3-D or not because my mind naturally makes shadows and shading do the job they were supposed to. In some ways I have a challenge, but in others I am blessed and for that I am always thankful. I wouldn’t change dyslexia for the world, not for a dang thing. I see the world a little differently for it, and that makes me stand out. 

I have a question for everyone reading this. What challenges do you face when you write? Feel free to tell me because I would love to know. 

Working hard, not really!

I’ve been working a lot lately, but the problem is that I haven’t found much time to work on my own projects, instead I’m working on other people’s. While I’m grateful for the work, money’s been really tight lately, I know that I need to get to work on my own project. On one note I’ve sent an email to a publishing company. I’m hoping that they like my idea enough to give me an advance on my novel. Cross your fingers and wish me luck, but I’m expecting rejection (after all isn’t that what always happens the first time?)

Confessions of a Thirty year old Ghostwriter

A lot of the writing community looks down on Ghostwriters. Let’s be honest, we are often regarded as the telemarketers of the literary world. We work for crap pay (if we’re lucky we can get one cent per word), we write the cheesy romances that are available on ebook, and no one really loves us. Our employers have no real respect for us, this is evidenced by the pay, the fact that we can work seventy hours a week for about two hundred dollars, the literary community frowns on us, and nobody really understands that you have to do what you have to do to make ends meet.

Let me share with you some of my experiences in the ghostwriting world. I feel like a whore sometimes, an underpaid whore who doesn’t even get to see people enjoy my work. I hate the fact that people have no respect for me or what I do. I love to write, but I don’t like being told what I’m supposed to write. It’s enough to drive anyone crazy.

My bosses dictate what I write, giving me advice about plot, typically it is some overdone plot device that has been overused and isn’t fun to write about. I write a lot of trashy romances, writing twenty thousand words in a little over a week for these people. They don’t have my name on them, and I’m kind of glad about that, because what I write for these people is crap. It’s crappy and I don’t like it, but the public seems to eat it up, so they keep hiring me, and it almost keeps food on the table.

You see, as an aspiring writer, there aren’t a lot of jobs that you’re qualified for. With other problems going on, two rambunctious girls, a husband with PTSD and fighting with VA, college classes, it’s almost impossible to have a regular job. Caring for the mentally ill is a full time job by itself, so I ghostwrite for slave wages so that others can make money. Before you knock ghostwriters please think about the people actually doing the writing, these people don’t get any respect, they’re mostly college students or single parents just trying to make ends meet and getting screwed over for it.

Let’s be honest however, it isn’t all bad. I have learned quite a few things from this job. I’ve developed the ability to take criticism and use it in the manner that it’s been given instead of taking it personally. I understand changing things that requiring changing. I’m getting better with discipline as well. It’s important to be able to force yourself to write and that’s what I have to do in order for my family to eat. These things have helped me out, they’ve helped my process to improve. To be honest I’ve logged onto where I’ve gotten some stories published and found my books, eager to find out what people are writing about me. I’ve taken the constructive criticism and used the advice to improve my other work. I love the fact that I am able to develop the thick skin required to be an artist. Some people are just insulting for the sake of being insulting, and that’s the truth of things, but occasionally someone actually gives some good advice and I use those tips to improve myself.

I am working on my own story as I get the time, but the work for me moves slowly, because I have bosses that are breathing down my neck, eager for my crap to post online.

What we do when the words won’t come.

I love my family. I really do, but for the past five days, every time I’ve tried to write I’ve gotten like one sentence written and then someone in my house has started yelling or screaming. It’s driving me crazy. I love the children and the husband, but I’m not sure that I can take this much longer.

In fact, as I write this, there is a cacophony of random monkey noises and shouts. This is the time that someone chooses to brush the baby’s mass of curly tangled hair. This is the moment that the seven year old absolutely has to pull something gigantic out of her room to show everyone, banging said item against walls and sliding it loudly across the floor. 

This is my life. I wouldn’t trade it for the world, but sometimes you just need some quiet time. When you work from home it’s even more important.