My Muse

Hey guys allow me to introduce my muse. She's a finicky sort and doesn't like pressure, loud noise or other people. So she mainly comes out to play when everyone is at work or school, when they've all gone to bed or when I just outright ignore the fact that there are other people in my house. Which of course you can imagine how often that happens. She also suffers from a rather severe case of ADHD. She will jump from story to story forgetting to tell me that she's moved to a different story. I sit there going WTH just happened to that storyline? Where'd it go? It was right here DAMMIT. Then thoughts about a conversation in another paragraph, story or whatever pop into my head. So there you have it. Unfortunately lately pain and dealing with unsettling news has slowed down my writing from a walk to a crawl =( It's starting to flow easier a little so we'll see. I know that you've all be waiting so patiently and I do appreciate it =D I really do

Please Don't Hate Me

Okay, Guys, I've been pushing and trying to get the sequels finished and it seems the harder I push the less that gets done. My muse has gone all pissy on me and is refusing to cooperate. So, I'm going to do some editing on my other stories to fix grammar mistakes and such. I'm not completely stopping. If my muse comes back I will immediately start writing again. I know that you guys have been waiting so patiently and I appreciate that. I really do but if I push to hard my writing becomes forced and you can see it in my work. I have no idea how long this will go on and I really do apologize but I am at the mercy of my muse.

Question for my readers

Today I realized that my two stories where not in sync continuity wise. You'd read a conversation from Booth's POV one day and Legates' another. My question to you, my readers, is...Would you rather have uneven chapters (Hunted chapter having 5607 words and Second Comes Marriage having 9495 words) or would you rather have the information staggered?

Update

Just to let you guys know I'm not dead. The stories are moving so slow you'd think they were molasses and I apologize for that. Eventually my life will even out and I'll be able to write more or at least get more done when I do write.....

Just a little taste

Okay another sneak peek. But remember these pieces are unedited, non beta approved and of course subject to change as I edit....*smirk*

Angela took her break, picked up her camera, and began taking pictures of the carnage surrounding her. There was so much emotion that could be captured here. She squatted down, grunting with the effort, and looked through her camera lens. Catching sight of a young private kneeling in the midst of a burnout building with his face in his hands, she changed to black and white then took the picture. 

She knew that she would never forget this but she could use these pictures to drive an emotion that would help her create art. She took a breath then struggled to stand, her bulging stomach giving her problems. She found her arm gripped by a young sergeant.

“Thank you,” she said in a low voice.

“No problem, Ma’am,” he said, moving off. 

Angela continued moving around the scene, catching interns in various positions as they worked. She crouched and zoomed out to catch the burnt out wall behind Wendell as he bent over a body. She took the shot and paused with her eye still looking through the camera.

 
“Holy shit,” she muttered.



Teehee you hate me now don't you =P

Where in the world are Michelle and Legates?

So I've been working on the honeymoon part of Second Comes Marriage.....*snicker*

When they got into the limo, he reached over and pulled the earplugs out.

“We’re here can’t I take off the blindfold now?” She asked in a sleepy voice.

“Nope,” he said, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. 

She snuggled her head into his shoulder and drifted in the hazy almost asleep state. She felt the car come to a stop and then heard the door open. Legates got out and spoke quietly with the valet who nodded, his wide eyes catching sight of the medals clinking together on Legates’ chest. After giving a soft acknowledgement, he shuffled off. 

Legates helped Michelle out of the car with softly whispered directions. Michelle heard something softly woosh as it passed then came to a stop. Her eyebrows rose as Legates led her away from the limo. Legates turned Michelle so she was facing the right direction. He waited and when he saw the first firework shoot into the air, he pulled her blindfold off. Michelle blinked at the burst of red color in the sky.

Thoughts about sequel

As I am working on both sequels (Sloooowwwllly. Thank you summer break =/) I am perusing a honeymoon. I'm wondering...should I put a paragraph long blurb and write it as a free standing story or put it in the story and possibly make it waaaayyy longer ....So, I'm asking your opinion..what do ya'll think?