tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26829723626369620802024-02-18T22:54:32.314-08:00Catching the Dream, Weaving the StoryLive your dream. Write your nightmare. That's our motto.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01511073724404580896noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682972362636962080.post-53618005270110356542016-04-24T16:05:00.000-07:002016-04-25T16:37:31.395-07:00Rockcrok Cookery - Kernel Mustard's ChickenRecently a friend of ours started selling Pampered Chef cookware. John is the cook in our family, but even I fell in love with this cookware. It makes cooking a meal easier and quicker -- essential for us these days.<br />
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So we decided to share some recipes. To make it fun, since we are writers after all, we're using the metaphor of Who-Done-It. This week's recipe is Kernel Mustard's Chicken.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01511073724404580896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682972362636962080.post-58153403220953824252015-03-05T13:08:00.001-08:002015-03-05T13:09:38.381-08:00Thankful for a Snow Day!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A lot of people are sick of snow. I get it. Last year I was sick of snow by this time too. If I lived on the East Coast, I would definitely be sick of snow. However, here in Missouri, I was worried that we'd miss out on snow this winter.<br />
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Fortunately, in mid-February the snow started coming down, and it hasn't really let up much since. Here's a picture of me sledding after the second snowstorm. That snow was a wet snow. It packed well, but the sledding wasn't great.<br />
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The snow we got yesterday was GREAT for sledding. It started with about 2 hours of sleet. Then a slow powder fell all day long. This morning we had a nice sheet of ice and then powder on top of it. It won't last long because the sun is shining bright, so we got our sleds and took to the hillside.<br />
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See the face wrap John's wearing. We call it his Jacob Marley scarf. It's not really holding his jaw on, but it does keep the cold wind out. And yes, although the sun was shining, the wind bit.<br />
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So here's my first run -- it's actually my second run. I had tried the hill about an hour before this and decided it was best to eat a little something before so much exertion. That run was not filmed.<br />
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This run was exhilarating. The ice under the powder provided almost no resistance. Of course, no resistance means no control. John took a run and found that out for himself.<br />
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And here's my last run. This time I had to lean really far to the left to try to keep the sled from veering off into the trees. At the end of the run, I lost control. You can't see it, but I had to wipe out to keep from plummeting into a tree.<br />
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We decided to call it quits. Going down the icy hill is one thing. Walking up it is a whole different story.<br />
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But we are thankful for some fast snow to end our winter.<br />
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Sledding is something we like to do every year. Our sledding adventures inspired one of my short stories, <a href="http://dreamdragonpress.com/short-stories/the-big-hill/" target="_blank">The Big Hill</a>. Warning though -- the story might make you cry.<br />
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It's Thankful Thursday. What are you thankful for?<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01511073724404580896noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682972362636962080.post-88496052968732508562015-01-06T07:15:00.002-08:002015-01-06T07:15:48.327-08:00Mystery Quilt Reveal<h2>
Mystery Quilt Reveal</h2>
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I got carried away with the holidays and didn't get as much work done on the <a href="http://quiltville.blogspot.com/p/grand-illusion-mystery.html" target="_blank">Grand Illusion mystery quilt </a>as I had planned. I have one block done and enough components to make three more. I have to say, if I had seen the revealed quilt instead of being introduced to it little by little, I would have run screaming from the building. It's not that it WAS difficult, it just LOOKS difficult -- and scary for a fairly new quilter like me. However, being led through this quilt a little at a time, I understand that I can do pieces that look complicated, as long as I break it down into small enough chunks for my brain to process.<br />
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I also love the fact that I learned several new techniques and I met <a href="http://quiltville.blogspot.com/2015/01/mystery-monday-link-up-part-6.html" target="_blank">quilters from all over the world</a>. I kept it scrappy and I was able to incorporate a number of fun fabrics that relate to our <b>Dime Store Novel</b> world, as well as some that have a personal meaning. One friend has suggested an event after the quilt is done where we display the quilt and read some of our works -- it sounds like an interesting idea.<br />
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Will I participate in next year's Bonnie Hunter Winter Mystery Quilt event? Yes!<br />
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In Writing News</h2>
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The holidays are over and we are back to working on stories and we have an exciting 2015 planned for our readers. The first draft of <b>Louisiana Snowflake</b> is nearly complete and John is hard at work on the second draft of <b>Striking Angels</b>. Both of these books will be larger than the other books in the <b>Dime Store Novel </b>series -- the story grows and so do the books. </div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01511073724404580896noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682972362636962080.post-5184566027672094472014-12-08T10:17:00.000-08:002014-12-08T10:23:38.420-08:00Stitching a MysteryI love a good mystery, so when a friend of mine told me about Bonnie Hunter's <a href="http://quiltville.blogspot.com/p/grand-illusion-mystery.html" target="_blank">Grand Illusion Mystery Quilt</a>, I decided to give it a try. I'd never heard of a mystery quilt before -- and I'm pretty new to the mysteries of quilting. But basically, each Friday Bonnie Hunter posts a piece of the pattern and we all piece like crazy. There is a linky list where people can post their progress.<br />
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We are now in week 2. The first week, I managed to put together a few blocks. I'm deviating a little from the suggested color scheme by using a "black" that is really pretty colorful. My quilt is going to have a Mardi Gras feel to it -- in keeping with the New Orleans setting of most of the Dime Store Novel series. The constant yellow is a really awesome angel design, which I chose so that the quilt would have a little of my mother in it. She collected angels and would have loved this fabric.<br />
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Some of the squares need to be trimmed. I didn't realize there was a difference between the OmniGrid and the Easy Angle ruler, so there is excess fabric. Lesson #1.<br />
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I found the week 2 blocks easier. I used the No Waste method, so I will have a bunch of small blocks left over for some future project. I also learned a new technique, so this week was a double-win.<br />
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I've got 20 or so of these done, all using the musical note neutral. The others will use different neutrals...some are musical some not. Once again, I got daring on the blacks and used some neon skeletons and dragons, as well as the Mardis Gras masks.<br />
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I'm having a good time exploring a mystery in color and line instead of character and plot. The stories are distilling and their mysteries will emerge when they are ready. Meanwhile, I'll post my progress on the mystery quilt throughout the month of December and into January...and some day...I'll post my end result.<br />
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If you are interested in seeing what other quilters are creating for the mystery quilt, you can take a trip along this week's mystery quilt <a href="http://quiltville.blogspot.com/2014/12/mystery-monday-link-up-part-2.html" target="_blank">link party</a>. I took a peek and there are a lot of fun designs.<br />
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Last spring, I heard a young friend died from a heroin overdose. It shook me up and opened my eyes to the problem that was all around me -- I just didn't know about it. Dylan's death caused me to reach out and learn more. I became involved with the SEMO Anti-Heroin group, which works to educate people in our small town about the dangers of heroin, methamphetamine, and other drugs. The group was started by <a href="http://dailyjournalonline.com/news/local/local-woman-honored-for-anti-drug-message/article_7bbab7eb-186a-5861-9b41-2709ff56babf.html" target="_blank">Darla Carey</a>, a woman who lost her own two daughters to heroin.<br />
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One thing I do for the group is keep track of the names for the Southeast Missouri heroin memorial quilt. There are about 950 names on the quilt -- all people who died due to heroin or other opiate/opioids.<br />
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For Coffin Hop this year, I wrote <a href="http://dreamdragonpress.com/coffin-hop-riding-the-black-horse-part-1/" target="_blank">Riding the Black Horse</a>, a story about the horrors of heroin...and what it does to a young woman and her family. I hope you'll take the time to read it.<br />
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Although it was tragedy that brought me to the group, I am thankful. Hopefully my involvement will help some kids make the decision NOT to take that first step on the pathway to death.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01511073724404580896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682972362636962080.post-7700997723319958642014-08-03T08:08:00.001-07:002014-08-03T08:08:58.858-07:00Stories from Camp #Nanowrimo August is here. We're back from Camp #Nanowrimo. Overall, I consider camp a success. I wrote over 35,000 words in the upcoming Dime Store Novel, <b>Louisiana Snowflake</b>. John wrote 7800 words in the Dime Store Novel with a working title of <b>The Reaper</b>.<br />
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Where does <b>Louisiana Snowflake</b> fit in the series? It takes place in 1905. It's the story where the worlds of Mama Cats, Dylan Worth, and Duncan O'Malley begin to converge. We recommend that you read the following books before you read <b>Louisiana Snowflake</b>:<br />
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<li><a href="http://dreamdragonpress.com/dime-store-novel/the-desert-rose/" target="_blank">The Desert Rose</a></li>
<li><a href="http://dreamdragonpress.com/dime-store-novel/from-the-gators-mouth/" target="_blank">From the Gator's Mouth</a></li>
<li><a href="http://dreamdragonpress.com/dime-store-novel/angels-in-hells-kitchen/" target="_blank">Angels in Hell's Kitchen</a></li>
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When will <b>Louisiana Snowflake </b>be released? The story takes place in winter, so a winter release is appropriate. Our goal is to release it in December -- just in time for a last minute Christmas gift.<br />
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Here is a short excerpt from <b>Louisiana Snowflake</b>.<br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">In the Ice Realm<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="color: purple;">Faltor lay on his belly, letting the soft snow tickle his tummy. The cold
didn’t bother him anymore, not after all these eons. He scratched at the snow
drift and watched it sift gently down to cover the streets of New York. A child
stuck out her tongue to catch a flake. She laughed and turned in circles,
trying to catch another. Her mother laughed too and leaned down to kiss her on
the top of her head. <i>Their laughter makes
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<span style="color: purple;">When he had mastered the ice crystals so long ago, he took his time
crafting each snowflake, making sure it was unique before he sent it sailing
down to earth. Before long, he realized it didn’t matter. Snow was magical to
children and even some adults. Now he
created heaps of snow, shaving it with his claws from the huge crystals that
made up his prison. There was a time when he wondered if he could shave enough
of the crystal away that he could break free and find Shyla. He didn’t like to
think back on old days and how he lost Shyla, and so he didn’t. Instead, he
focused on the laughter and the children.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: purple;">Sometimes he would get so excited by their laughter that he would romp
through the snow, sending more snow sailing down to earth than he intended.
Occasionally, a wind would catch his snow, sending it swirling and drifting in
dangerous gusts. He knew that was the doing of his son Khrou-ach, the reason
for their banishment. At those times, he could hardly believe that he had once
loved his willful child, even supported him in the beginning. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: purple;">Faltor put the thought out of his head and gently pawed at the snow
drift, sending down a little more snow to gently cover the cobblestones of
Hell’s Kitchen. Three boys ran and slid on the snow, letting out joyous whoops
of laughter. Their joy filled Faltor’s heart and he began to run through the
drifts, sending snow sailing up around him and falling at a faster pace toward
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Where does <b>The Reaper</b> fit into the series? John took a leap forward. <b>The Reaper </b>takes place some time after <b>High Rollers</b>. It's a story that features Regan Worth. It's really in its infancy, so there is no release date set. However, John is having fun writing in Regan's persona. Usually that's my job.<br />
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Was Camp worth it? Definitely. Not only do we have two new stories well underway, we also met some new people who also have wonderful stories to tell around the campfire.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01511073724404580896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682972362636962080.post-47634277624515393632014-07-01T17:39:00.002-07:002014-07-01T17:47:38.773-07:00Camp #Nanowrimo Day 1 - Playing marblesSure, I collected marbles as a kid. I loved the pretty way the different colored glass swirled around. I'd even role them know and then, but only for effect because I never learned to play. John knows how, but since I'm the one writing the first pass of Louisiana Snowflake, I had to learn for myself. Why? Because marbles play an important part in the story. So part of my job today was to research marbles -- not only how to play, but what types of marbles were available in 1905.
Fortunately, I found very detailed <a href="http://www.landofmarbles.com/marbles-play.html">instructions on how to play</a> on the Land of Marbles website. The website included handy illustrations that let me imagine Hanover and Toledo instead of the cartoon figures. I also learned important vocabulary like lagging and knuckle-down.<br />
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Next, I had to figure out what these marbles looked like. The <a href="http://www.collectorsweekly.com/art-glass/marbles" target="_blank">Vintage and Antique Marbles</a> site had lots of good information, including pictures. Since Hanover got his marbles as a gift from his uncle who lives in Germany, I decided on handmade glass German marbles. Toledo's shooter looks kind of like this red and white swirl marble.<br />
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I was particularly intrigued by the sulfide marbles. Here's a picture of one that has a horse inside. The one I used in the story doesn't have a horse, but it's the only marble Hanover has named. It's called <b>Louisiana Snowflake</b>, just like the book. Why is it so important? You'll have to wait to find out.<br />
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Starting on Tuesday, July 1st, this will be me and John. Well, technically we'll both be using computers, but we will be writing every day, working toward our respective goals. For the first time, we will be participating in Camp Nanowrimo.</div>
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What is Camp Nanowrimo? It's a virtual camp for writers of all genres. Each writer pledges to write a certain number of words by the end of the month. My goal is 30K words, which should bring me pretty close to completion of the first draft of <b>Louisiana Snowflake</b>, a Dime Store Novel that takes place in 1906 and tells the story of how Mary O'Malley and Regan Worth are born. John's goal is 20K words, which will get him about to the halfway mark of a new Dime Store Novel we are calling <b>The Reaper</b> for now. His story takes place after High Rollers and will involve of the four main characters, in addition to a new character who feeds on spiritual energy. Whether she's a villain or a hero remains to be seen. We've been brainstorming her character for a few days and it could go either way.</div>
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It is only a one-room house, but we like to think the couple who lived there had a good life. There is a well near the house and a crumbled barn close enough to make it easy to get to in the winter, but far enough away to keep the odor from permeating the house in the heat of summer.<br />
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The most amazing thing about this house is the flower garden. I imagine Mrs. Bone kneeling down and placing her precious bulbs in the ground. Did she imagine that they would take hold of the soil and spread into this amazing field, inspiring a couple of writers nearly 100 years later to wonder about the lives that went on in that little house?<br />
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In the center of the field, two trees rise up, twisted together. I'm not sure what kind of trees they are. Their leaves have not budded out yet. I like to think that they are Mr. and Mrs. Bone, together still after nearly a century, arms around each other, enjoying their daffodils.<br />
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Today I'm thankful for the people who planted those first daffodils almost a century ago and the love story they inspired.<br />
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<!-- start LinkyTools script --><script src="http://www.linkytools.com/thumbnail_linky_include.aspx?id=231293" type="text/javascript" ></script><!-- end LinkyTools script -->Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01511073724404580896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682972362636962080.post-86705913500122131132014-04-03T09:02:00.000-07:002014-04-03T09:44:37.534-07:00Against the Storm - Thankful ThursdayIt's Thursday again, and wouldn't you know it, we are expecting violent thunderstorms today. The thunder actually started around 6 this morning. When you have thunder-paranoid dogs, that is never a good thing. The storms have not been bad so far...mostly a few rumbles, lots of rain, and one loud crack. This afternoon is supposed to be worse -- with the possibility of large hail and tornadoes.<br />
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I guess it's no wonder storms play such a large part in our stories. In Dime Store Novel, we even had a god of storms, Khrou-ach, and he is not a good guy. He makes his first appearance in <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B003XF23A4/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B003XF23A4&linkCode=as2&tag=bonofthewoo-2" target="_blank">Rips in the Weave</a>.<br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><i>Sassafras
and Jesse sat under the table and listened to the screaming wind. Every so
often a loud crack split the air as a tree branch crashed to the ground. One
tree moaned as it was bent low. <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: purple;"><i>“I hope
that’s not a peach tree,” she said. “Ohhh, my peaches. I bet they’ll be
scattered on the ground and they’re not quite ripe.”<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: purple;"><i>The room
lit up in a flash of white light. “I just hope those peach trees haven’t grown
too tall,” he yelled above the roaring thunder.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: purple;"><i>“Oh
Agatha,” she cried out. “Protect us.”<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: purple;"><i>The
thunder roar became a deep, low laugh. The boards above them groaned. Sassafras
felt Jesse tense as first one board and then another ripped away. The wind’s
laugh became hysterical and a deep voice boomed above them. “Agatha is
impotent.” The table flipped over on its side.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: purple;"><i>Sassafras
stared up at the jagged hole in the roof and saw a green-black dragon made of
light. His eyes flashed with tiny yellow bolts of lightning. “Khrou-ach,” she
whispered.</i></span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Khrou-ach is the primary villain in <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B004ASOSMO/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B004ASOSMO&linkCode=as2&tag=bonofthewoo-20" target="_blank">The Desert Rose</a>. The drawing on the right illustrates the war between Khrou-ach and Chii-dii, the guardian of the desert.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="color: purple;"><i>In
an instant, Chiindii had become a vulture. He perched briefly on her shoulder
and pecked her cheek. As he took to the air, Sassafras Cats picked up the flute
and blew. She visualized Khrou-ach hovering over her house and millions of
birds flying at him, dispersing his dark body to puffs of harmless clouds. But
most of all, she envisioned a beautiful vulture, flying in the lead, but
guarded by the ones who flew behind him. Stay safe, my love. Sassafras
felt the tiniest stirring in her womb. </i></span></span><br />
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So even though storms are difficult to weather when you have thunder-paranoid dogs, I am thankful for the inspiration they have given me. Khrou-ach is one mean villain. Let's hope he doesn't actually materialize this afternoon.<br />
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Which brings me to the thorns. It struck me, as I was taking photos, that there is an intermingling of beauty and pain in life...in all things. Neither can exist without the other because we cannot appreciate beauty unless we are cut by thorns. So today, I give you both.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01511073724404580896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682972362636962080.post-37057210825972020332014-03-27T13:10:00.002-07:002014-03-27T13:14:08.700-07:00The Angry Wind - Thankful Thursday<a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0027A85TY/ref=as_li_ss_il?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B0027A85TY&linkCode=as2&tag=bonofthewoo-20" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&ASIN=B0027A85TY&Format=_SL110_&ID=AsinImage&MarketPlace=US&ServiceVersion=20070822&WS=1&tag=bonofthewoo-20" /></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/ir?t=bonofthewoo-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B0027A85TY" height="1" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" />
It's a grey and blustery day. Although the winds are not constant, they are strong enough to put the dogs on edge and we are expecting thunder tonight. With three thunder-paranoid dogs, that is never fun. The wind got me thinking about "The Protectors," a story I wrote in 2006 and published in <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0027A85TY/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B0027A85TY&linkCode=as2&tag=bonofthewoo-20" target="_blank">Bones of the Woods</a> in 2007.<br />
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"The Protectors" is about the rape and murder of a special little girl -- one who has the unawakened soul of a protector. It is also about two shapeshifters racing to find the girl's soul, as it awakens into a protector. Here is an excerpt that describes the victim's soul as it gains both awareness and power.<br />
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the soul exhaled, feeling a rush when the leaves quivered on the tree branches.
“I made that happen,” it thought. <i>Breathe</i>.
A silky voice spoke up from deep within the soul’s dreams. <i>Breathe in as if you were the wind preparing to blow a storm cloud over
a mountain.</i> The soul inhaled and felt its anger sucked inward. It spit it
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pain. The tree’s scream felt good to the soul. “I made that happen,” the soul
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The picture on the left is the one that accompanies the story in the book. It was taken in the forest around our house after a flat-line wind danced up and down the ridge, cracking trees in half and uprooting them. It was partly the power and anger of that sudden wind event that inspired this story. I asked myself what awful thing could possibly unleash such anger. My answer is in the story.<br />
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It's Thankful Thursday and I am thankful for a lot of things this week. Monday's snow provided a good photo opportunity, but it melted quickly. I got the potatoes and onions planted yesterday. We had dinner last night with an old friend, our cover designer and illustrator for <b>Dime Store Novel</b> and <b>Mind of a Mad Man</b>. Finally, and most importantly, all the animals are healthy, if not entirely happy about the weather.<br />
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Last night John and I did something we hadn't done in years. We sat down with friends to play Call of Cthulhu. The game, like our Dime Store Novel series, was set in New Orleans. The time period was around 1926 -- or right after <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B009TZQRFO/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B009TZQRFO&linkCode=as2&tag=bonofthewoo-20" target="_blank">High Rollers</a>. John was the storyteller, as he had been so many afternoons and evenings in the past. He was a bit nervous, since he hadn't flung the dice is so many years. So was I. But we were both excited to be in the game again.<br />
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I played Regan Worth -- a character who had first come to life at the gaming table about 10 years ago and who made her written debut in High Rollers.<br />
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Our friend Doug also played a character he had invented around 10 years ago, in a Call of Cthulhu campaign I ran -- the one in which John brought Swampy to life. Doug played the soup-slurping priest who made his written debut in <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B003TU2FXI/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B003TU2FXI&linkCode=as2&tag=bonofthewoo-20" target="_blank">From the Gator's Mouth</a>. Steve, Brandon, and John N. played students -- peers of Regan. It was the first day of school. The day started with catechism. And a lockdown.<br />
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<span style="color: purple;">"What?!" cries Regan. "I'm not sitting in a dumb school all day. I have things to do. People to see."</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple;">Steve, decides to hook him up to an electrical outlet. The body fries. Regan is non too happy -- not only does the room stink to high heaven, but there is no ghost. WHAT?! No ghost?! Even when the priest gives last rights -- no ghost. Something is not right, but she can't confide in these people -- these people who would just think she's crazy. So she keeps still. </span><br />
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<span style="color: purple;">Before long, she hears a shuffling noise. So does the priest. They look out the doorway and see a blank-faced guy shuffling along. Knowledge check. "The Walking Dead." Whatever. Even the walking dead should have have a ghost, right? Wrong. The priest repels him with the cross and then says the stupid 23rd Psalm. Bam...the walking dead drops. Holy water splash and still no ghost. Regan is not impressed and, in fact, is getting a little annoyed at the priest. How is she supposed to learn something if she can't even talk to the ghosts -- not that there are any....but still.</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple;">The party splits up. Steve and John N. head to the shop classroom to try to find makeshift weapons. Regan and the priest spot a ghost. Regan sees a lever that opens a secret door into a slave's staircase. Surprisingly, the priest steps into the stairway. Regan follows. So does Brandon. The priest keeps staring at the walls. Regan doesn't have a clue why, but she's glad enough because it slows his pace and she has short legs. Plus, she is wearing stiletto heels. Clip-clip, up the stairs. The priest stops and talks to someone in an office. He does not look happy. Regan hears a cthunk- chtunk coming up some other stairwell. She draws her gun.....</span><br />
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It was a fun night of gaming. It was different playing Regan's character around other people again, instead of just between me and the page. I think we'll do it again. </div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01511073724404580896noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682972362636962080.post-81477915182460516622014-03-19T19:16:00.000-07:002014-03-19T19:18:38.619-07:00Thankful for Springtime Plus Kindle Promo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV6ztDhVeUj13Bj4QWm9W35mINevTyJVesvPZm63Rld2XeH4on_-4VWyqzNNwFujk4gS2tU_N3GKtOCTZtWlj6xN0miTewsRTciTDNyADoqlOPwD8Xgbl4oqrjn60evAjOxQIDYGmsybk_/s1600/S1880001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV6ztDhVeUj13Bj4QWm9W35mINevTyJVesvPZm63Rld2XeH4on_-4VWyqzNNwFujk4gS2tU_N3GKtOCTZtWlj6xN0miTewsRTciTDNyADoqlOPwD8Xgbl4oqrjn60evAjOxQIDYGmsybk_/s320/S1880001.JPG" /></a>It's been another crazy week and the weather has been just as nutty with 70s one day and snow the next. Here's a picture of our little Christmas tree that is waiting on the porch to be replanted. I think it enjoyed getting flocked one more time last Sunday. I know it looked very festive -- presents were the only thing missing.<br />
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The snow didn't last long. By Tuesday it was gone, except for a few shady spots. The crocus are in full bloom and the grass is starting to turn green. I think spring might really be here.<br />
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The animals are all liking this warmer weather. Here's Joshua flashing his big smile. Of course, what he's really saying is "Toss me that camera. I want to play catch."<br />
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We have also been busy with book writing and promotions. John is trying to wrap up <b>Striking Angels</b>, the sequel to <b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B009TZQRFO/ref=as_li_ss_il?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B009TZQRFO&linkCode=as2&tag=bonofthewoo-20" target="_blank">Angels in Hell's Kitchen</a></b>. The Dime Store Novel characters are participating in the <a href="http://dimestorenovel.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Leaping Leprechauns and Frolicking Fairies All Things Irish blog hop</a>.<br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B009TZQRFO/ref=as_li_ss_il?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B009TZQRFO&linkCode=as2&tag=bonofthewoo-20" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&ASIN=B009TZQRFO&Format=_SL110_&ID=AsinImage&MarketPlace=US&ServiceVersion=20070822&WS=1&tag=bonofthewoo-20" /></a>And we are running a <b>countdown promo</b> for <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B009TZQRFO/ref=as_li_ss_il?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B009TZQRFO&linkCode=as2&tag=bonofthewoo-20" target="_blank"><b>High Rollers</b></a>. You can get in for <b>99 cents until 6:00 CDT on Thursday 3/20</b>. After that, the price goes up to <b>$1.99</b>. The promo ends on Sunday.<br />
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Later, due to events that are slowly unfolding in the Dime Store Novel series and that will be told fully in a book currently in progress, but that has not yet been given a title, Dylan Worth moved to New Orleans and became a jazz pianist. By the time the events in High Rollers occur, Dylan Worth has taken up bootlegging and is most commonly known by his stage name Blazing Fingers Worth. In <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B009TZQRFO/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B009TZQRFO&linkCode=as2&tag=bonofthewoo-20" target="_blank">High Rollers</a>, Blazing Fingers finds himself in a bit of trouble he can't get out of just by tickling the ivories. To find out what happens, you'll need to buy the book. Fortunately, the Kindle edition is on sale this week. It's a countdown deal, so don't procrastinate. Here are the details:<br />
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Are you curious about what Dylan might have sounded like playing Irish piano in a pub? I was, so I thought I'd do a little research. Fortunately, there are some lessons on You Tube. I don't play nearly well enough to try this (yet). But maybe someday. For now, I'm sharing it with you. Enjoy.<br />
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On Tuesday, it was warm enough that we threw work aside and went fishing. We didn't catch anything, but it was a chance to soak in the warmth and enjoy the view. Here's John casting his line.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXqcllVB2FxjFugZV4FV8vnPYQqNW48i_pWxIuvvnh3tRz39XaxM8-2N43ruvfg-23Q7b8CuuFcG-Xh4iz0wR49YxJBw4aGgCUmRb85sUmq6hrqYPBJ7EWmf1yJHUQvDsPLxhOQ6QzQMUV/s1600/coversmall2.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXqcllVB2FxjFugZV4FV8vnPYQqNW48i_pWxIuvvnh3tRz39XaxM8-2N43ruvfg-23Q7b8CuuFcG-Xh4iz0wR49YxJBw4aGgCUmRb85sUmq6hrqYPBJ7EWmf1yJHUQvDsPLxhOQ6QzQMUV/s1600/coversmall2.png" /></a>One of those stories is <b>The Bar</b>, one of the stories in <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0027A8DIW/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B0027A8DIW&linkCode=as2&tag=bonofthewoo-20" target="_blank">Mind of a Mad Man</a>. <b>Mind of a Mad Man</b> is our darkest book and it arose from the ashes of a dark time in our lives. We had been forced to get out of the business of selling games due to an economic downturn, complicated by medical issues. Although we didn't miss the hassle of running a retail business, we did miss many of our customers. In a small town, a business like that has regulars -- people you not only recognize on the street, but genuinely care about. <b>The Bar</b> is about some of those people and, although the events in the story are fictionalized, the characters are real people who grieve and struggle and dream.<br />
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<b>Challenge: </b>For those who gamed at Jester's Cards and Stuff, who can identify any of the characters on the cover? I'll accept either character or player name. Anyone who correctly identifies a character wins a free copy of <b>Mind of a Mad Man</b>. For those who didn't....the cover is based on two roleplaying games. I'll send out a coupon for a free ebook to anyone who can name one of those games.<br />
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Swampy's a fun character to write about, in part because he's such a nice quirky guy with a dialect all his own, but also because his character was partly inspired by my father-in-law. One story in particular was based on a real-life event. Dad used to raise pigs. He was proud of those pigs and always wanted to show off the piglets when we'd go to visit. Now sows are typically mean, especially when they have little ones suckling on them, but Dad would climb right in the pen with the sow and pluck a piglet off her teat to show it off. The sow never so much as gave him a second glance.</div>
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This scene in <b>Rips in the Weave</b> was inspired by Dad's empathy with animals:<br />
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watched the wiry man climb over the wooden fence into the huge black sow’s pen.
She was nervous for the man, although she barely knew him. Her daddy had told
stories about the pigs he’d had to feed as a boy, before he was set free and
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bent down and plucked a pink piglet from the suckling pile, holding it by its
feet. The piglet squealed. “This one’s the runt. I reckon I’ll keep her though.
See that black spot on her rear, shaped just like a rabbit’s foot? Means she’s
a lucky one. Fairies near got when she was born. If it’ hain’t been for ol’ Boo
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expect she’ll care. She likes her belly scratched.” Swampy cradled the piglet
in his arms like a baby and scratched its belly. The piglet squirmed a little.
He walked over to the fence and held her close so Misha could scratch her. The
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It's Thankful Thursday and this week has been kind of crazy. Still, I'm thankful for so many things. The ground is thawing and all of the animals are well. And writing this blog made me remember how thankful I am for all the terrific people who touch my life and inspire my writing, including my father-in-law. Lee Miller was the best father-in-law a girl could ask for and he will always be in my heart.
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Blind Willie sings gospel. Whiskey Joe sometimes sings of the other realm he knows -- the fairy realm. Although their subject matter differs, I often listen to Blind Willie Johnson when I'm writing about whiskey Joe. </div>
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Blind Willie Johnson had a rough life. He was blinded when his stepmother threw lye in his face. However, despite that rough beginning, he became an artist who made music he believed in. You've got to respect that. I know I do.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01511073724404580896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682972362636962080.post-56119230250005700962014-03-01T08:04:00.000-08:002014-03-01T08:09:33.182-08:00Ice Storm Inspirations<br />
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The cold, snow, and ice this year has become a cliché, but as we sit here on the day before yet another winter weather event, I'm going to write about the storms of 2006 and how they inspired our short story collection, <b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0027A85TY/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B0027A85TY&linkCode=as2&tag=bonofthewoo-20" target="_blank">Bones of the Woods</a></b>.<br />
The storm that first inspired the book was not an ice storm at all. It was a flat-line wind event in early July. The heat had been oppressive that day and when I went out to the garden to pick the vegetables for dinner, I felt the uneasiness that comes before a thunderstorm. Call it a hunch, but I called John at the shop and told him to pick up some sausage, cheese, crackers, and fruit for dinner. He said I was being paranoid, but did it anyway.<br />
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He had not even finished cutting the meat when the thunder started rumbling and the lights flickered. I decided to light some candles just in case. As the first flame flickered alive, the lights went out. The winds tore at the house and the house groaned. I stood in the candlelit hallway, trying to soothe our panicked dogs. At one point, the winds were so intense, it sounded like the roof was being ripped away.<br />
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When it finally let up, John left to go check on his Mom, who lives up the road from us. He had to walk because the road was littered with trees -- not just branches. Whole trees had fallen across the road, as had a telephone pole. His Mom was fine. She had slept through the whole thing.<br />
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Unlike most thunderstorms, this one had done nothing to break the heat. We ate our dinner and drank the chilled wine greedily and then went to bed, sleeping naked on top of the covers in the stifling room, without even a breeze now that the storm had passed. In the middle of the night, I woke up thirsty. I tried the tap, not even thinking about the fact that water wouldn't run without a electricity to the pump. No water. I started to panic. I laid there and inventoried everything we had to drink in the house. There was not much and we were trapped.<br />
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Sometime during the night, I heard another rumble and saw lights in the picture window. The road crews were clearing the trees from the road. We wouldn't die after all. I watched the line of cars following the tree mover and realized that, as frightening as it was, at least we had not been trapped on the road.<br />
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The next morning, we surveyed the damage.Fallen, broken trees lay everywhere. The garden was a loss -- even without the searing week of heat and drought that followed without power.<br />
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As the leaves changed colors and fell away from the trees, the shattered bones of the woods stood stark against the sky. Limbs hung dejectedly and some trees were split in two -- their spirits not quite free. I thought about how many years some of those trees had listened to the sounds of these woods and how many stories they must know. I told John what I was thinking and we agreed that we should publish our own collection of short stories named <b>Bones of the Woods</b>.And so, we started to write.<br />
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I had just started a story in the collection named "The Protectors" when another fateful storm hit us that December. The weather report threatened a mix of snow and ice. I encouraged John to close the shop early and come home. It was cold, so he planned to make chili for dinner and I was looking forward to its warmth. By the time he arrived home, the freezing rain had started. As he got the chili going, the lights started to flicker.<br />
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John went out to get wood and hurried back in for the tape recorder and camera.<span style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.2in;">“I thought it was someone
shooting,” he said. “I thought how stupid can someone be to be out poaching in
an ice storm. Then I realized I was listening to trees and branches falling.”</span><br />
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several days, we listened to trees and branches, already weakened by the summer
storms, snap and crash to the ground under the weight of the ice. The next
morning, the world was a glistening fairyland. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; line-height: 19px;">Today I'm excited to welcome @PepiSmartDog's Mum Michele Brown as a guest blogger. Since she lives in Australia she has an opportunity to see and interact with kangaroos, which I find amazingly awesome. She has agreed to share her insights about how a baby kangaroo grows up, along with some wonderful pictures. </span><br />
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Living in Queensland, Australia we have prolific wildlife, which at times keeps
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rescuer. As I write this, there are t</span>wo teenage kangaroo boys, hanging out....(outside my living room window.)</div>
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<span style="color: #333333; line-height: 14.25pt;">My American friends
jokingly call me a Kangaroo Wrestler. Kangaroos are shy and sweet-natured. They live in strong family groups, known as </span><strong style="color: #333333; line-height: 14.25pt;">mobs</strong><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 14.25pt;">.When a
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<span style="color: #333333;">The little 'grub-like
creature' crawls through its mother's fur and into her pouch and attaches
itself to her teat to suckle. The baby is known as a<strong> Joey</strong> and
it <strong>lives in its mom's pouch for around one year,</strong> then <strong>spends
the following year staying very close to its mom</strong> at all
times, <strong>giving the joey two years with it mom.</strong><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;">During the first
year inside the pouch, after a number of months, the <strong>joey starts
spending a few minutes outside</strong> its mom's pouch. Seeing a baby
joey having its first look at the world and testing its long legs and tail
for the first time is very special indeed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;">In the joey's first
steps into the world, it hasn't yet worked out how to use its long legs to hop
and its long tail to spring off, into the hop. Once joeys work it out, they<strong> spring
up and down almost on the spot,</strong> in sheer exuberance. But
after one or two minutes of jumping up and down like a spring, the joey will
scramble straight back into the safety of mom's pouch.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;">At the end of the
first year when the joey is ready to move out of its mom's pouch, it is a big
kangaroo. It's actually <strong>astounding that it can even fit in a pouch</strong> or
that the mom is able to hop with such a heavy and cumbersome load onboard.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;">At this point the
young kangaroo is able to stay out of the pouch and become part of the 'teenage'
group who like to practice boxing each other and other fun things, but the joey
will still stay next to his mom for another year, until he completes <strong>two
years with her.</strong> And he'll always be part of a mob.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Thanks for sharing this story with us, Michele, and thank you for hosting the Thankful Thursday blog. I'm meeting a lot of fun pals and hope to meet many more. I learned a lot about roos and baby joeys and I love the pictures. Your description of the joey trying to figure out how to hop got me thinking about a children's book I had the opportunity to edit a few months ago: <b>Baby Groundhog's First Day Out</b>. I'd love to read a book about a joey and I know just the person to write it *hint hint*.<br />
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While working on Dirty Money, I find myself doing a lot of research on the slang of the 1920s, but also on the slang used in the years leading up to the 1920s. While Regan would use current slang, Maggie O'Malley probably wouldn't. However, Maggie might use the slang that was popular in 1900 or 1910. A character's background is a factor as well. Dylan Worth spends a lot of time in jazz joints, so his slang would be very different than his best friend Duncan O'Malley's slang. However, since they grew up together, they might both use slang from their past.</div>
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“So he’s a DICK. That’s worse! I’ll be the laughing stock of
the whole place. Besides, he’s a wet blanket. He never even smiled at me.” -- <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B009TZQRFO/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B009TZQRFO&linkCode=as2&tag=bonofthewoo-20" target="_blank">High Rollers</a></div>
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you at the Owl. There's not an ounce of fat between them." -- Dirty Money</span></blockquote>
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“I prefer shooting dice.” -- <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B009TZQRFO/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B009TZQRFO&linkCode=as2&tag=bonofthewoo-20" target="_blank">High Rollers</a></div>
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<span style="text-indent: 0.2in;">“Like the glue on your shoe,” Hanover said,
nibbling her earlobe a little.</span></div>
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<span style="text-indent: 0.2in;">“It wasn’t the sex,” Hanover said. “I
wanted the car.”</span><br />
“Death traps,” Swampy said. “I want my
coffin made from oak.”</div>
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“When gators eat marigolds.” <span style="text-align: right; text-indent: 0.2in;"> -- </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B005ISYM9Y/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B005ISYM9Y&linkCode=as2&tag=bonofthewoo-20" style="text-align: right; text-indent: 0.2in;" target="_blank">The Reunion</a><br />
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“Well, I’ll be a Louisiana
snowflake.” -- <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B003TU2FXI/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B003TU2FXI&linkCode=as2&tag=bonofthewoo-20" target="_blank">From the Gator's Mouth</a></div>
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“You want me to be a
flat foot?” -- <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0041HXOYM/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B0041HXOYM&linkCode=as2&tag=bonofthewoo-20" target="_blank">Angels in Hell's Kitchen</a></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0.2in;">“I’ll cut you slack for awhile, but I do want
you to let your old man know that Duncan O’Malley walks Hell’s Kitchen now and
that I won’t put up with a child beater.” </span><span style="text-indent: 0.2in;">-- </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0041HXOYM/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B0041HXOYM&linkCode=as2&tag=bonofthewoo-20" style="text-indent: 0.2in;" target="_blank">Angels in Hell's Kitchen</a></div>
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<span style="text-indent: 0.2in;">Do you have a favorite character who uses slang? I'd love to know.</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01511073724404580896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682972362636962080.post-27275760515003191492014-02-22T07:11:00.000-08:002014-02-22T07:11:22.740-08:00A Fateful Call of Cthulhu CampaignThis morning I've been thinking of how our Dime Store Novel series began. Its genesis was insidious and its gestation long and sometimes painful. But that night in 2003 (or thereabouts) when it was conceived will live on, not only in the stories that eventually grew from the planted seed, but also in the minds of the gamers who sat around the table in the basement at Jester's Cards and Stuff while John spun a tale that drew us in and made some go insane.
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Well...not actually insane. You see, we were playing <a href="http://catalog.chaosium.com/index.php?cPath=41" target="_blank">Call of Cthulhu</a> a role-playing game created by Chaosium, based on the works of <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/9494.H_P_Lovecraft" target="_blank">H. P. Lovecraft</a>. In Call of Cthulhu, you have plenty of chances to die and even more opportunity to go insane because as the horrors of the world are revealed, you need to make a sanity check. And believe me, John filled the campaign with plenty of horrors.<a href="http://catalog.chaosium.com/index.php?cPath=41"></a><br />
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I played a character named Toledo Cats, a Jamaican herbalist who had some ability with magic. I also had a black shapeshifting cat named Voodoo.<br />
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Our friend Tony played a detective named Hanover Fist. Yes, it was Tony who came up with the name, so anyone who thinks Swampy was cruel to name him that can blame Tony. It was not Swampy's fault at all. In fact, Swampy would not even get the breath of life until several years later.<br />
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One of the younger players, who was new to horror and easily unnerved, played a cub reporter named Tyler.<br />
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A couple other players played thugs -- essentially hired guns. O'Malley made his debut appearance too, but from the grave. He didn't have much of a back story yet and he certainly didn't have a wife and daughter. But he did have a strong enough friendship with Hanover to compel him to call from the grave. But I'm getting ahead of myself.<br />
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The story started with Hanover driving his old black sedan to investigate strange happenings at a house in New Orleans. Toledo, who had been his friend since childhood, flagged him down and told him to take Voodoo. Hanover didn't know Voodoo's powers, and in fact had never liked the cat, but he took her anyway because he knew Toledo had a way of knowing things.<br />
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Tyler flagged Hanover down and convinced him to let him tag along on the investigation, against Hanover's better judgment. The thugs met him there. So did Toledo. She appeared by his side just as he stepped out of the car. Tony and I rolled spot and we both saw a young black girl touch an oak tree and then disappear. The air was still, but the rocker on the porch moved back and forth. We both made our sanity checks. Tyler was not so lucky.<br />
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He tried the door and it was locked, so he started shooting it. Eventually, we got inside. By this time the thugs had joined us. The phone on the counter rang. Hanover answered it. The caller said, "Hanover?"<br />
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Hanover recognized the voice as his friend O'Malley, who had been put in the ground some months earlier. "O'Malley?" Sanity check. Tony's dice were lucky.<br />
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"The answer lies below and danger above." Click. Dial tone.<br />
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We went to the kitchen to find a door to the root cellar. We were looking for answers, not danger, right? The thugs went upstairs -- ready for a fight. Inside the kitchen, Toledo and Hanover missed their spot checks and were allowed to proceed to the root cellar. Tyler was not so lucky. He sees men at the kitchen table playing cards. One man holds the deadman's hand.<br />
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Unfortunately, his face was also missing. Sanity check for Tyler. Again he missed it. Tyler is seriously starting to lose it. He smells something cooking and looks on the stove. Guess what's in the pot. The man's face. Sanity check. He has only a few sanity points left. He looks up. The ceiling fan is spinning. It gets faster and faster until it chops his head off...well, he thinks it does. It's all just a hallucination, right? Well, Tyler won't find out for quite sometime. He sits out the rest of the game, blubbering away, not knowing if he's alive or dead.<br />
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Meanwhile, the thugs battle ghosts upstairs and Hanover, Toledo, and Voodoo battle the priest causing all the trouble in the basement. Funny thing, I don't remember much about the specifics of the battle. The thing we thought had tentacles, but then it's Lovecraft, so that's to be expected. And, of course, we won the fight. Otherwise, the characters would not have lived on to go on more adventures and eventually spark the idea of a book series. But that's a story for later. For now, I'll leave you with a quote from H.P. Lovecraft:<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><i>It was from the artists and poets that the pertinent answers came, and I know that panic would have broken loose had they been able to compare notes.</i></span><br />
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