Wednesday, April 11, 2018

Spring Cleaning Tag

Hello lovelies!
A couple weeks ago Skye Hoffert tagged me to do this challenge, and I'm just now getting to it.
I should note, that it is a writer spring cleaning challenge, and not an actual spring cleaning. Because we don't do none of that real spring cleaning around here, no sir.
It's actually snowing right now as I'm typing this, so what gives, Nebraska?

Anyway, the tag was created by Deborah O'Carroll, and these are the rules.


1. Link back to the person who tagged you
2. Share the picture
3. Answer the questions
4.Tag 3 other writers and inform them that you tagged them

Alright then, here it goes.

1. Dust-bunnies and Plot-bunnies: Reorganize Your Writing Goals (Or Make New Ones)

Well, since winning the Rooglewood contest I definitely have some reorganization to do. So here is the new and improved list.

#1. Accomplish whatever revisions the Rooglewood editing team throws at me come May.

#2. Once The Guns/Blood and Dust gets back from the last few beta readers (which by the way, if anyone wants to read it, beta readers are always welcome) and implement any changes needed (and call the dang Irma Hotel and ask about locks), then send it off to a real editor.

#3. I'm actually doing Camp NaNoWriMo at the moment, using my Bad Boy story. I'm nowhere near the word count goal, but I'm alright with that. I just wanted to keep working on it. So I'd like to get his first draft done at least.

#4. Finish the1868 story first draft sometime this year.

#5. Revise Code White and Publish it on Amazon.

I will probably not be getting to one of my old stories to work on revisions like I originally planned this year, but that's alright. I like this new list better.

2. Which Stage Are You At? Expound!
a. Remodeling layouts (planning the story)
b. Painting the walls in colorful hues (writing)
c. Polishing the windows and scrubbing the floors and putting flowers in vases (editing)
d. Blueprints (not to the cleaning or remodeling yet… just drawing up plans for the very beginning inklings of a story)
e. Some combination of those things (cleaning out a closet)
Well, for a simple answer, E. But, to expound a bit more and actually make this post the proper length, I'm in the C- Polishing the windows (ew), scrubbing the floors (eh) and putting flowers in vases (I can deal with that) editing stage on The Guns, Code White, and Red as Blood.
And then in the B-Painting the walls stage in Bad Boy and 1868.

3. Treasure From the Back of the Closet (Share one to three snippets you love!)

Well, since I've been working on Bad Boy, these are the snippets that came to mind.

Brass pulled off the road and dismounted, flipping open his saddlebag. He pulled out a roughly round shaped pillow and handed it to her. “Stuff that against your stomach.”

She recoiled from the thing and looked at him like he’d sprouted horns. “Why?”

Brass smiled gently. “My dear, you’re with child, and in very delicate condition. Now do please do as you’re told.” He held it out for her, growing more impatient by the second and she finally took it, hesitantly arranging it under her skirts.

He eyed the bulge and shrugged. “I suspect it will convince the halfwits at the gate.” He slid a blade no longer than his finger from his belt and pressed it against her back. “This works well really, I can keep my arm around you since you’re so delicate, and also sever your spine if you try and ask for help.” He shrugged. “You’ll likely survive, and I’ll no doubt be hanged just as you want, but you won’t walk again, and I’ll have the last laugh.

“Barbarian.” Tamille hissed, leaning forward away from his hand.

“Haven’t we established by now that your insults fall on deaf ears?” He smirked. “Careful of the baby.”


“What is this place?” Tamille cut into his calculating.

He frowned up at her. “I guess you’ll find out.”

“No, you’re going to tell me. I’m sick of you toying with me. You’re going to tell me where we are and what is happening right now or-”

“Or what?” Brass stopped suddenly and glared up at her. “What could you possibly do to force me to tell you anything?” He raised an eyebrow, waiting.

Her jaw tightened, and she lifted her chin.

 Too stubborn to admit defeat, eh? Well he wasn’t afraid to tell her she’d lost. He stepped closer and pitched his voice low. “Don’t ever think you are in a position to threaten me. You won’t see the day.”

A young boy came out of the big double doors and raised an eyebrow at Brass. Brass glanced at Tamille then stepped closer to the boy. “There might be an angry father coming along. Don’t tell anyone you saw us. I’ll make it worth the trouble.” He handed the reins over, along with payment for use of the horse, plus a few extra coins for the boy.

The boy glanced at them quickly then looked back up at him and nodded slightly before turning on his heel and leading the horse inside.

Brass smirked and grabbed Tamille’s hand. She curled her fingers away, but he ignored it and tugged her down the alley between the stable and the blacksmith shop.

He nudged her into the shadows between two barrels and a pile of crates. “It’s time for the baby to come. Give me that thing.”
She glared at him and he imagined that if anyone could call down fires of vengeance on a soul it would be her with that look.

There you have it! And as for three people....if you wanna do it, go ahead. We all know that rules are just guidelines anyway.


  1. Wow - those snippets. They are so vivid, I love it!

    All of those goals sound so cool! Good luck with them!


    1. Thank you so much! I’m glad you like them. I’ve been kind of struggling to get Brass right.


  2. You did it, yes! Those snippets are amazing!!!
    Brass is hilarious!

    1. Sure did!
      Thanks! Oh he’s awful, and it’s entertaining.