A Heavy Decision…

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Hi everyone!!!

I haven’t fallen off the Earth or anything. I’m still here. I’m still trying to get a handle on work, home, writing and then trying to market myself, while trying to hold on to some of my own identity.

But I don’t want to get bottom-of-the-ocean deep. I’m writing this to give everyone an update on what’s going on with my writing.

First up, Two for Joy.

I know One for Sorrow hasn’t hit the Kindle yet. A few friends are eagerly waiting this new series from me. So I’m going to give you the really good news that I’ve started on Book 2 and it’s coming along nicely.

Now, about One for Sorrow.

When I started working on this, I had a hair-brained concept. I started writing and it blossomed into something that I never would have thought. I sat on it so I could get a few thoughts on it and then I would self-edit, put it out and be on my merry way.

That’s not what happened.

I started talking with other authors. I started to see where I was going wrong with my writing. While my story was good, there was mistakes that if I shopped it around, agents would have probably laughed as they put it in the shredder (or at least tossed it into the recycle bin of their computer.). So I went back to the beginning to make it a tighter story.

It’s not just tighter, it’s like I’m writing the book all over again. I’m adding things that it simply slipped my mind to put in the first go-round. Things that I don’t really,Β really need were cut. So I’m working on getting the best novel that I can out to you all.

Now, that being said, I have reached a major decision.

We all know that I started the Maxwell Investigations series because of half-bakedΒ out ideas and having fun. Do I regret it?

NEVER.

Would I do things differently if I had the chance?

Definitely. I would have found an editor I could afford. I would have picked more brains to understand what the hell head-hopping was.

Am I going to go back and re-write the first 3 novels?

HELL NO!!!

I know the kind of writer I am. It’s one of the reasons why I hate doing edits so much in the first place. I don’t go in and change a word here and a word there. I open a new file, see where the scene is supposed to go, and write. There is nothing saying that where I end up in a re-write of Tangled Temptations will be where it needs to be for the beginning of Precarious Possessions. Precarious Possessions could throw Dangerous Dalliances into a tailspin and there would be no survivors! So no. As much as it pains me, for my own sanity, I can’t go back and re-do any of them.

Where does that leave Maxwell Investigations?

When I finished Dangerous Dalliances, I looked at it as AN ending of sorts. The first Arc is done, but there are still more adventures in store for the Maxwells, Solomons, and Davenports. There were too many new characters and unanswered questions. I won’t leave it unfinished.

I’ll keep everyone posted on what’s what. I’m hunting for images to make my own little blurbs, so if you see them on Twitter or FB please feel free to share.

Till next time!!!
Dawn

True Confessions: An Apology.

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Hey everyone!

This entry into my True Confessions series is really an apology to my 8th grade English teacher, Mr. Fagan.

I’ll give you all a little back story.

In middle school, I was in the 3rd highest class in my grade, 3-C. We were honor students. We were the snarky smartmouths that felt like we could get away with just about any and everything (because we usually did).

Our assigned English teacher, Mr. Asher went out on sabbatical half way through the year and his replacement was Mr. Fagan. On his last day, Mr. Asher asked me to give Mr. Fagan a chance. He was a good teacher and I could possibly learn a lot from him. I told Mr. Asher that I would give him a shot if he didn’t treat me like an idiot (I was a 13-year-old idiot).

My teachers all knew I loved to write. I walked around with a clipboard and instead of class work I wrote a Western with two sisters trying to hold onto their father’s ranch while falling in love with ranch hands (13-year-old, cowboy obsessed idiot LOL.). So the English teacher switch felt like a beloved Nanny abandoning me.

But like I told Mr. Asher, I was going to give him a chance, as long as I wasn’t treated like an idiot.

So on that first day back to school after the New Year Holiday, I walked into my last period of the day. Even though I hated the idea of Mr. Asher not being there, I was willing to move on… until I saw the blackboard.

In big bold letters, Mr. Fagan wrote the words that signed, sealed and delivered my loathing of him.

“What is a Sentence?”

Like I said before, we were an honor roll class. I was going to be a New York Times Best Seller. I could translate Shakespeare without even trying! I’ve read and written reports on Dumas! There wasn’t a test I didn’t score less than a 95%! I was going to take up Greek Tragedies by the end of the school year! How DARE this man, this STRANGER come into what I felt like was MY DOMAIN and insult me like this???

What is a sentence???? I believe my exact words were either “Get the f**k out of here” or “You’ve gotta be f*****g kidding me.” (yeah, I’ve had the mouth of a trucker since way before I was 13).

Needless to say for the rest of the school year I was a right little bitch to Mr. Fagan. I never did my work. I didn’t pay any ounce of attention in class. I had written him off and tossed him aside from the moment I copied his signature and had a permanent hall pass. If I wanted a drink of water, or go to the bathroom, I would simply stand up and walk out.

Now I sit here trying to edit my work. And I’m finding myself wishing that I would have sat my little happy ass down and listened to him. Because with all of my accomplishments, all of my high grades and the fact that I have so much written under my belt, there is one thing that I have tried to hide and am finding that I may not be able to much longer…

The basic concepts of grammar are lost on me.

This could be why my novels are lacking the epic sales that would make me a best seller. For all I know they open my novels and see some glaring mistakes, back out of it. Never to look at it again.

I’m working on this now. But it’s hard. Like reinventing the wheel hard. I write what sounds good to me, then I’m told “it’s passive voice” or “you’re head hopping.” I can put a sentence together without a problem. But there’s no way I could deconstruct it.

So now I’m ready to pull my hair out because I was too much of a stubborn a*****e to listen to my mentor and give the poor man a chance.

For that Mr. Fagan, I am truly deeply sorry.

I don’t know if he’ll ever read this. But on the 1 billion/1 chance that he does, I really do wish I would have listened in 8th Grade English.

That’s my confession folks.
Till Next Time!
Dawn πŸ™‚

What’s Going On…

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Hi everyone!

I know it’s been a while. I’m sorry about that. Thinks have been moving at an exciting pace for me, and it’s caused some upheaval in my life.

First off: I GOT A JOB!!!!! I know, being an author IS a job, but I’ll confess, I haven’t been making enough to pay the bills. Back in 2010, the job that I had laid off a bunch of workers, and I hadn’t been able to find a job since. BUT I’VE GOT ONE NOW!!!! πŸ˜€

Second: I started working on edits for One for Sorrow and I kinda want to kick myself. I’m finding myself in a familiar trap and while I know IΒ can get everything to work out, there will have to be A LOT of work. What’s the problem you may ask??? My leads aren’t as interesting as the side characters.

It seems like I’m always falling into this trap. More people asked me more about Aria and Brae than they ever did for Chance and Christobal. Madison ended up taking main stage for that entire story arc in Maxwell Investigations. And now in One for Sorrow, Harley and Grayson ended up being more interesting.

It could be because when I world-build, I try to work from the outside in. By the time I reach the main characters, I’m pretty much like “I just want to write the flipping story!” and what I end up with is a pair that’s pretty “meh” and side characters that everyone is like “YES!!!”

These things are coming to light, and I want to fix things. It’s just going to take a really long time.

PLUS there’s the fact that my daughter and now TWO of my nieces (it was just 1 before) want me to make matching Halloween costumes. I’m feeling a little swamped.

And that hasn’t even shed light on the ideas that are finally starting to flow again. But unfortunately none of them are for anything that is currently in print.

I’m sorry if all of this is confusing. What it all boils down to is: I have no clue when One for Sorrow will be out. I have 3 Halloween costumes to work on between now and Halloween. And I’m going to be world building for possibly another series… all while working.

Yeah… I’m gonna follow Loki on this one…..

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See you all later! πŸ™‚
Dawn! πŸ™‚

Happy Fourth!!!

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It’s that wonderful season!!! Barbecues, fireworks, friends joking and playing in a pool or with a hose…

And I’m stuck in what we’ll call petticoat junction. LOL

I’ll explain: We all know that I’m a Halloween girl at heart. I start on my daughter’s costumes well in advance and sometimes she’ll cosplay them. Well, this year she roped my niece into wanting matching costumes! And guess what these costumes call for??? That’s right Ladies and Gents, fluffy petticoats!

So while I’m over here trying to sew all of this tulle together, I’m also trying to think of what I’m going to do with my writing. Frederick just ended, I have plans for later in the year that I’m not ready to discuss just yet. And One for Sorrow is still in edits.

Meanwhile, I’m also going to work on Auspicious Affairs. It’s time for Victor and Leigh to have their story told. It’s also time for MI to start on the next story arch.Β I’ve been working the plans out in my head, and it’s time to start getting it on the screen (I would say paper, but then I’d probably lose it).

I hope everyone gets a chance to hang out with loved ones this weekend. My mini-me is down with her father for part of the summer, and I’m holding off my summer fun till she gets back. But in the meantime, everyone have a fun and safe Fourth! I’ll have another post for you after the holiday!

Later folks!
Dawn πŸ™‚

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Back from the Festival!

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I’m BACK!!!

As you may know, this past weekend was the Frederick Book Festival. Last year I went as a reader and had fun. This time I had my own table and had a blast!

I met a lot of other authors and readers. We all had a good time laughing, joking and getting to know each other. By the end of the day, I think the biggest hit of the night may have been my daughter LOL. She was floating from table to table talking with everyone. She really is a social butterfly!

Now I’m going to get back into the swing of things. I’ll be working on something this week, what it is, I’m not completely sure yet… but hey, that’s how it usually is with me πŸ™‚

Anyways! See you next time!!!
Dawn πŸ™‚

A Newsletter!

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Hi Everyone!

I have to admit, the past few weeks I’ve basically taken a vacation. I haven’t been working on anything except for my daughter’s Halloween and Convention costume (She’s going to be a Keyblade Warrior of Light from Wonderland… yeah, she’s all about Kingdom Hearts at the moment LOL).

And then over the weekend a cousin of mine called and we started talking. She’s really good when it comes to bouncing ideas off of. One of the things she mentioned was running a newsletter again.

I had 1 for about 15 minutes years and years ago. But it fell to the wayside because I had almost nothing to say. Now, I’m coming into contact with more people and there are a few more things I can talk about now.

So if you look at the top of the blog post you’ll see a new page called Newsletter Signup. If you want a few exclusives and or a few giveaways feel free to sign up!

Talk to you soon!!
Dawn πŸ™‚

Mad Dash…

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Hey everyone!

This has been a really busy week for me. My daughter graduated 5th grade, and my mother’s birthday was yesterday. After everything was said and done, my bank account hates me and I feel like I may have a few extra grey hairs (on top of the ones I already dyed.)

So imagine my despair when I look for the flash drive that has just about ALL of my writing, and can’t find it!!!!

Yeah, I’m pretty much freaking out.

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Good news: I’ve looked all over the place and have narrowed it down to 1 room in my house… bad news: that room is covered in clothes, and it will be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

But I can buy myself a little time. Victor and Leigh aren’t really talking to me, and I have a copy of One for Sorrow someplace else too. The story I was kicking around in the meantime was about to be re-written. So while I’m a little stressed, I’m not about to slam my head in a door or something because I can’t lay my eyes on it right now.

Anyway, I have an office to straighten up, a room to clean, and a story to rewrite. I’ll see you all later!!!

Dawn πŸ™‚