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Writing Wednesday: Camp Time

Camp NaNoWriMo, that is. I started on Sunday, although I only wrote 275 words then. I’m working on Flames of Knowledge for this one. I’m hoping to finish the whole first draft this month, but we’ll see how that goes. Next month, I’ll be doing Story a Day again, as well as trying to draft Green Hills & Smoky Fields 2(I really need to come up with titles for the individual novels in this series), June should be for Nowhere to Run, then July’s camp will be Craving You(the next in my Kurztown series). Of course, I just started plotting that one, but I shouldn’t have any problem having it ready to write by then. Of course, if I find finishing a draft in one month too much, I’ll have to stretch out that schedule. We’ll see.

Kids go back to school today after almost a whole week off. It wasn’t too bad, they mostly do their own thing, so I was still able to get a good bit of work done. I’ve needed the writing after spending Easter at my mom’s. I could get into everything that was said there that got me worked up. I just wished I had an actual backbone and my voice didn’t seize up when I’m upset. But, then everyone probably would have piled on me, because of course no one else’s opinion is ever right, and I just don’t know how things really are. Because my thoughts and feelings are invalid if they don’t match everyone else’s. And at 33, I still haven’t unlearned that it’s just easier to keep my mouth shut apparently.

Anyway, my kids were really cute for Easter. They both picked out their Easter outfits on their own.

And I’ve been able to bury myself in words and throw some of my feelings into the writing. Which is probably why Ames vented about their family to a friendly listening ear(Nolan, who keeps popping up in the stories despite already having his happy ending ;)).

It’s WiPPet Wednesday time again!! I’m cheating a little today, maybe. It’s 4/4, so I’m taking 4 paragraphs from 2 different projects to share. First, we have Jonas & Isaac(Jonas is having a dark moment and just told Isaac he shouldn’t be there):

“Yes, I should.” He slid his fingers through Jonas’ hair. “We said we were going to move forward together. How can we do that if I’m not here with you?”

“I’m just going to drag you into Hell with me.”

The words made him want to cry. He remembered thinking the same thing years ago, only with their positions reversed. He hadn’t realized then how much the words must have cut into Jonas, because now he felt like he was bleeding. But, Jonas had not left his side then, and Isaac wasn’t going to, either.

“Then, we’ll take the devil on together.”

Will Jonas get through this, or at least let Isaac help him?

And now for a snippet of Flames of Knowledge. 4 paragraphs again.

Connor laughed at that. He’d seen the two men interact before, and if he hadn’t known there was no blood between them, he would have assumed they truly were brothers. “Where is the little guy anyway? I figured you’d at least be giving your wife a break today.”
Nolan just laughed. Then, he said, “With all your family here today, did you really think either of us would even get to hold our son?”
Connor let out a huff of breath that could maybe have been called a laugh. He should have figured that. “I guess I should make my rounds before I get accused of being anti-social again.” He was here, wasn’t he? Shouldn’t that count for something?
Nolan clapped him on the shoulder. “I believe your mom and aunts took him down to the house. Shouldn’t be too hard to find him.”

I know exactly how you feel, Connor.

Do you want to see more of Connor(and eventually Ames) or should I go back to Jonas & Isaac?

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  • Primary: Nowhere to Run – Outline
    • This week: Through Locations(sheet 20/25) – through romance arc(1/5 sheets), skipped subplot sheet(not sure about subplot yet),
  • Secondary: Craving You – Outline
    • This week: brainstorming, GMCs, Erik’s back story – Jeff’s & Jakob’s mind maps
  • Tertiary: Flames of Knowledge – Outline Acts 2, 3, & 4
  • Stretch: Heart to Heart – Brainstorm


  • Primary: Flames of Knowledge – 1st draft – 7132/~65000 words
    • This week: Through Chapter 10/40 – drafted 4/10 chapters
  • Secondary: Side Projects – 3350 words – 220/3350 words
    • This week:
      • Kayla & Reese: 400 words – 215/400 words
      • Hawk: 400 words – 198/400 words
  • Tertiary: Jonas & Isaac – 15 pages – 1.625/15 pages
    • This week: 3.5 pages – 1.625/3.5 pages
  • By the Gun – 2000 words


  • Primary: Stained Blood – Beta edits
  • Secondary: Flames of Renewal – Send to Betas(if anyone’s interested in giving feedback, let me know. You can find a summary here)
  • Tertiary: Short Story Collection
    • Mistaken Meeting
      • This week: edit last 2 scenes, polish – 3/2 scenes edited(split last scene into 2. This was one I wrote for Story a Day and added it into this draft)
    • Hang On
      • This week: organize scenes, read through
    • Bree & Jenny
  • Stretch: Law of Choice – send to CP


  • Read: 20 books – 2/20
    • Treyjon(Ruby Lionsdrake) – Started this Sunday morning. Finished it Sunday evening.
    • Stowaway(Veronica Scott) – Started this Sunday night. Finished it Monday night.
    • After the Storm(Maya Banks) – Started this Tuesday afternoon. On page 155/392
  • Listen: 5 books – 1/5
    • Sweet Talk(Susan Mallery) – Started this Monday morning. Finished it Tuesday afternoon.
    • Shifting Gears(Riley Hart) – Started this Tuesday afternoon. On chapter 14/39

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  • Knit: Dunfallandy Baby Blanket
    • This week: finish side 1 of border – up to row 31/56
  • Crochet: Boxy Blanket
    • This week: start blanket – 5 rows

Just Jot It January: Day 30 – “Scrumptious”

“Those look scrumptious,” Ames said after lifting the lid on the container Jeremiah set on the counter.

“Silas made them.”

Ames glanced over at him and saw a faint pink tinge to his cheeks. “You’re blushing. Why are you blushing?”

“No reason,” Jeremiah insisted. “Not a single reason at all.”

Yet, Ames found their lips curling up. “Really? It certainly sounds like there’s a reason.”

“Nope,” Jeremiah said firmly, though his cheeks reddened more. “I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about. Silas didn’t…never mind,” he said quickly, obviously realizing he was about to give himself away.

Ames just laughed. They were glad Jeremiah had found happiness, even if it was in an unconventional relationship. Now, if only they could manage the same.


Short one today. I wasn’t even sure if I’d have something for today’s Just Jot It January prompt of “scrumptious” brought to us by Judy. Then, the beginning of this popped into my head. Wasn’t quite sure where it would go and still not sure if it will fit into Flames of Knowledge, but maybe somewhere near the beginning.

And if you never saw snippets from “Playing with Fire”, the “unconventional relationship” is that Jeremiah is with both Silas and Corrin, and in fact the three of them are all with each other(did that make sense?). They don’t hide that fact, either, which not everyone is as accepting of as Ames.

Just Jot It January: Day 29 – “Fantastic”

“This is fantastic, Connor.”

He shook his head at his sister’s words and tossed the paintbrush down on the nearest surface. “It’s shit.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Darcie said, moving closer to him. “It looks wonderful.”

“We must be looking at different paintings,” Connor said. He just wanted to take the canvas off the easel and toss it across the room. It couldn’t make it any worse. “It’s shit. Everything is shit.”

“What’s wrong with you?” she asked, peering closer at him. She was the last person he wanted to look too close. She was already too perceptive. “You never act like this.”

“Sorry I can’t be the laidback brother all the time.”

Darcie laughed. “Are you serious? Of course, you are. You’re always serious. Not laidback. Quiet maybe, but that’s not the same thing. Now, what’s going on?”

Connor sighed and ran his hands through his hair. Darcie batted them down, though. “You’re a mess, little brother. And I mean that literally. Do you even know how much paint you have in your hair and on your skin. Go take a shower, then you can tell me.”

Connor wasn’t sure how well soap and water would clean his mess up, and he didn’t just mean the paint. But, at least it was a reprieve from having to tell her how he’d screwed up everything good in his life. And not even from something he said or did. But something he hadn’t.


Today’s Just Jot It January prompt was “Fantastic” by Jill. This will take place sometime between the wedding scenes and yesterday’s.


Just Jot It January: Day 28 – “Knight”

“I didn’t need you to come rushing in to be a knight in shining armor or something,” Ames told him. “They’re my family. I’ve been handling them on my own for a long time now.”

“That doesn’t mean you have to continue to do it on your own,” Connor said, almost feeling like shouting. He never shouted. So, he forced his voice to stay clam. “I heard what they were saying to you, and it wasn’t right.”

“And now they think once again I need a man to come to my rescue.”

“That’s not what I was doing.” At least he didn’t think it was. “I was backing you up. I’ve seen what not being accepted by family can do to you. My own cousin thought they had to run away because Uncle Deaclan refused to accept them.”

“I’m not a kid, though. I’m not going to run away. I already did move away, and I’m staying here. So, I can handle a phone call with them, even if they are disregarding what I’ve told them over and over. I don’t need to be rescued from words.”

Connor’s shoulders slumped, the urge to shout gone now, too. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I thought I was helping. But, if you didn’t want it, I’m sorry.” He started to turn away, but Ames reached out and touched his arm. He looked back at them.

“I do appreciate that, Connor, even if it wasn’t needed.”

He smiled and stepped into them. This was good. They could work from this place.


Today’s Just Jot It January prompt was “knight” brought to us by Leta Hawk. The first line popped into my head when I saw the prompt, and I just kind of went with it. This will probably happen close toward the end of Flames of Knowledge.

SOCS/Just Jot It January: Day 27 – “Movement”

Connor glided across the dance floor. At least that’s the way it looked to Ames. It was a beautiful sight. If only they were the one in his arms. Ames shook their head and turned away. They weren’t usually so fanciful. Not in a long time.

They weren’t jealous. It was something Ames kept repeating over and over,  hoping maybe it would sink in. He was dancing with his new sister-in-law. It wasn’t a big deal. Ames didn’t even like to dance. God, what was their problem?

Ames dropped into a chair at one of the tables. It had emptied out while it seemed everyone was dancing. They just needed to get steady again. He always seemed to throw them off.

But, when Ames looked back out at the dance floor, it was worse. Connor was no longer dancing with Megan. In fact, she was heading off the floor, right towards Ames. They continued to look past her, where Connor was still dancing. Now, with a little girl, maybe six years old, with blond curls, and bright green eyes that almost matched Connor’s. His brother’s daughter. And Megan’s.

“Kaelin wanted to dance with her uncle Con,” Megan said, dropping into a chair beside them, not seeming to care what it did to her dress. “And I could certainly do with getting off my feet for a little bit.”

“You looked like you were having fun out there.”

Megan laughed. “Oh, I was. Connor’s a good dancer. I’m surprised you haven’t found that out for yourself yet.” She didn’t look surprised, though. The look she shot Ames seemed all too knowing.

Ames kept their own gaze averted. They might work together occasionally, but Megan didn’t really know them.  Sometimes Ames didn’t think anyone really did. It was probably better that way. Except when Connor looked right into their eyes. Then, they weren’t sure there was anything better.


Today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday/Just Jot It prompt was to use a movement. I decided to continue the last couple day’s backdrop of Callum’s wedding. These scenes will come in a little past the midway point of Flames of Knowledge.

Just Jot It January: Day 26 – “Address”

“Should we address that?” Connor asked Adrian, nodding toward Callum. Kayla had left the room, and they should be finishing getting ready. But, his brother looked like he was about to dig all his tattoos off his skin with his nails.

“Shit,” Adrian muttered.

Connor let out a little snort. “You really need to stop swearing in church, Adrian. What would Mom think?”

“Good thing she’s not in here, then.” Adrian headed toward their brother, and Connor followed. “Will you stop that?” he told Callum. “Unless you want Megan to give you first aid before you put that ring on her finger.”

“What if she changed her mind?” Callum didn’t look at either of his brothers, but his fingers finally stilled. “She’d be smart to. Just take Kaelin and Ayden and leave me before I screw everything up. Again.”

“Stop talking like that,” Adrian demanded.

But, Connor was studying his brother and saw the fear in his eyes. “What’s bringing this on?” he asked. “That woman loves you. She’s not just going to walk away. She promised you she wouldn’t.”

“She promised to stand beside me before and walked away.” Callum closed his eyes. “I don’t blame her. I wanted to walk away from me back then.”

“That was different,” Adrian argued. “You were in prison. She probably was smart to walk away then. You may not have cleaned yourself up the way you have if she didn’t. You aren’t the same guy anymore, though. Why can’t you see that when everyone else seems to be able to?”

“What if I’ve just dressed him up really well but that all ends up falling away now. I don’t want to hurt her, don’t want to hurt any of them.”

“Then, straighten yourself out,” Adrian said firmly, “and get ready to stand in the front of this church. She has faith in you. You need to have it in yourself, too. You’ve been clean for nearly three years. What makes you think that’s going to change now?”

“The thought is always there,” Callum admitted. “I fight it back, but it would be so easy to give in. I’ve done it before. If I did it again, I’d lose everything. But, sometimes I’m afraid that won’t be enough. Why wasn’t she smart enough to just walk away from me?”

“Because I’ve always been stupid about you, Callum Riley.”

“Jesus Christ,” Rian muttered from the other side of the room. “You two aren’t supposed to see each other before the wedding.”

Adrian nudged Connor. “Why aren’t you yelling at him? At least I didn’t take His name in vain.”

“He’s the oldest. He’s always been allowed to do what he wants.”

Adrian snickered, but Connor was watching Megan roll her eyes at Rian. “We’ve been living together for the last year. We have two children together. I doubt your superstitions have any hold over us at this point.” She turned back to Callum. “Yours, however…”

Connor almost thought his brother was going to cry. But, he wrapped his arms around Megan and held on. “I just don’t want to screw this up. And I’m so afraid I’m going to. I don’t want to hurt you. Or the kids.”

“Then, start talking to your therapist again, instead of rescheduling your appointments  all the time. We can go back to joint therapy if that’s what it takes to get you steady on your feet again. All I care about is keeping you here with me.” She pulled back then. “Now, go out there and I’ll see you in a few minutes so we can get this done and get on with the rest of our lives. Together.”

Connor nearly felt his brother’s tension ease with her words. He glanced through the door, but of course he couldn’t see all the way into the sanctuary. Was Ames out there? They said they would come. Did it even matter? What they had together was so new, there was no way to tell if it could be as strong as what each of his brothers, and his sister, had found.

That might be something they just had to address. Soon. But, not today. Today was all about Callum and Megan. Connor would put aside his own worries to celebrate that.


Okay, that ended up a lot longer than I’d planned. Today’s Just Jot It prompt was “Address” by John Holton. Callum showed up in the first book of my Flames series(which was Adrian’s story) as the drug addict brother Adrian had arrested. He actually ended up with his own story(which is where he ran into Megan again and found out he had a daughter). He’s made a few more appearances in the other stories as well. But, he’s finally getting married. This follows right after yesterday’s post.

Just Jot It January: Day 25 – “Prediction”

“I’m going to make a prediction.”

“Do I really want to hear this?” Connor asked.

“Well, my last prediction proved wrong. We did not, in fact, have to bury Callum before he turned thirty-three.”

“Hey,” Callum said, looking hurt. “We’ve still got a few months left.” And he grinned. Because he certainly wasn’t going anywhere now. Except to walk down the aisle to marry the only woman he’d ever loved.

Their oldest brother, Rian, leaned into the group. “You’ve got to see, baby brother,” he said to Connor, “you’re the last of us left. It can only be about you.”

“We’re all married now, or will be within the next hour,” Rian added, nudging Callum. “The rest of us have procreated at least once.”

“You’re such a dork,” Adrian said with a snort. “Procreate? Who says shit like that?”

“Science teachers,” Kayla said as she stepped into the room and went to Adrian. He took their month-old daughter from her arms. “And scientists. You should hear the way Silas talks sometimes.”

“Well, your brother’s boyfriend is a dork, too,” Adrian said. Then, he nuzzled his daughter’s cheek. “Yes, Uncle Silas is a dork, isn’t he?” Her fingers closed around some of his hair and yanked, and he winced.

Kayla laughed and took Doreen back from him. “That’s what you get for badmouthing her favorite uncle.”

“Favorite?” Callum asked. “How can she have a favorite already? Especially when there are so many of us to choose from.”

Connor just stood back and watched as the banter continued. He was used to being here, watching everyone else. And usually he didn’t mind it. Why was this different then? He shrugged off the feeling and looked at the bright side. At least Adrian seemed to have forgotten whatever he was going to predict.


Today’s Just Jot It January prompt was “prediction” brought to us by Dar. That one turned out longer than I thought it would be considering I had no idea what I was going to write when I first started. If you followed my Just Jot It posts last year, you may remember Silas from them. I used a lot of those while writing Playing with Fire back in April(funny, since I’m planning to work on Connor’s story during April this year).

Just Jot It January: Day 23 – “Color”

Connor took a step back from the easel. The color didn’t look quite right, but he wasn’t sure how to fix it. Did it need to be lighter? Maybe darker. No, that wasn’t the problem.

He tapped the end of the paintbrush against his chin as he studied what he’d done so far. Drops of paint splashed his arm and shirt. He glanced down but didn’t give it much thought. Just one more shirt he wouldn’t actually be able to wear out in public anymore.

That pile seemed to constantly be growing.


Not much came to me for today’s Just Jot It prompt of “colour”(yes, I changed the spelling for my post, because, well, that’s how I and most of my characters spell it) brought to us by Supernatural Snark. But, it gives a little look into Connor, and the fact he is often splattered with paint. 😉

Just Jot It January: Day 22 – “Liberty”


Ames looked up from the tiny face to the nurse standing beside them. “What’s that?”

“Liberty. It’s what the mother said she wanted to name her if she was keeping her.”

Ames didn’t really care for the twisted look at the word ‘mother’ on the woman’s face. But, they kept their lips clamped shut. Connor didn’t have any such qualms apparently. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he demanded. “You practically put air quotes around mother. Even though she signed off on her rights, she still gave birth to this baby. She’s still her mother.”

“She’s nothing more than another addict.”

It was the wrong thing to say to Connor. “Yeah? And so is my brother. At least that’s how people seem to think of him even though he’s been clean for more than four years now. He has a good job, is married and raising the daughter that was born when he was in prison, and he didn’t know about, as well as their son. But, that’s not enough for some people.”

Ames put a hand on Connor’s arm. “That’s enough,” they said gently. Ames knew this was something Connor got worked up about, but they didn’t always know how to reel him back in. He seemed to have wound down, though.

“I’ve brought in plenty of those ‘just another addicts’ to this very hospital,” Ames told the woman. “That doesn’t give either of us any more right to judge them. You don’t know what brought them to that point. And I think they deserve more sympathy than disdain. After all, it’s not like you can snap your fingers and end an addiction. And the youngest victims of that addiction, like that baby right there, suffer from that attitude, too. At least her mother is giving her a chance at a better life, and one for herself too since she voluntarily signed herself into rehab. So, kindly take your bad attitude and leave us alone with our daughter.”

Connor put his arm around Ames’ shoulders and led them back over to where the infant slept on. “Cassidy Liberty Riley,” Connor said. “Has a ring to it, doesn’t it?”

Ames smiled and leaned into him, twining their fingers together. “It’s perfect.”


Today’s Just Jot It January prompt was “liberty” brought to us by Capt Jill. While this wasn’t the first thing that popped into my head upon reading the prompt(that was actually “give me liberty or give me death”. Seriously. I’m an odd one, I know), it was there. Probably because after writing Saturday’s combined SOCS/Just Jot It, I was thinking about how Connor and Ames would start their family since Ames has no desire to ever be pregnant. This obviously won’t show up in the actual story(it will take place probably a year or so after that ends), but we may see it at some point later in the series(I have several of Connor’s cousins–he has a lot of them–lined up for their own stories).

Just Jot It January: Day 21 – “Silence”

Connor thought the silence was going to be enough to smother him. In his experience, this was not the way family dinners were supposed to be. There was supposed to be shouting, laughing, and just general noisiness. The only time his family’s table had been silent…no, it was better not to think of those times.

But, Ames didn’t act like anything was out of the usual. Everyone just kept on eating without a word being spoken. Even the kids, Ames’ nieces and nephews, none of who were older than ten, stayed quiet.

That was just unnatural.

He wanted to say something, he really did. But, every time he cleared his throat, Ames’ mother sent a sharp look his way. And he lost the thought. Their father had seemed friendlier, but even he held his tongue while they ate.

Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. He turned to Ames’ sister, sitting on his other side. Emmalee, she’d introduced herself as when they first arrived. “Ames said you’re a baker. You run your own place. Did you make any of this?”

She seemed surprised for a moment then smiled at him. “I brought some of the desserts from the store.”

He grinned. “I’m sure they’re going to be delicious. My cousin, Gio’s boyfriend, Cam, can cook. But, I don’t think he’s ever made something quite like this. I bet he’d love the recipe, Mrs. Muerer.”

“He’d have to ask my husband then,” Ames’ mother said. Her face had softened, though. Maybe there was a way to get through all that armor after all.

He glanced to Ames’ father, who was grinning back at him. Yes, he just thought he might have found the way.


Today’s Just Jot It January prompt was “silence” brought to us by Willow. I hadn’t been too sure about what to write for this prompt. I actually like silence myself, or at least quiet. But, family dinners have never quite been that way for me, and I didn’t even have the large family Connor does. I think this will take place after Flames of Knowledge ends. But, let’s just say Connor didn’t start off on quite the right foot with Ames’ family.

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