Experiencing loss is interesting – and not in the good sense.
What’s interesting about it is you can lose some of the most important things and/or people in your life, and it can cause you to think, “Ok, it can’t get worse than this.”
NEVER THINK THAT. You can ALWAYS lose more.
And sometimes that loss has nothing to do with death – it’s just that people change, they grow apart, or they just stop caring.
And here’s the thing: No matter how much YOU have changed, or grown apart – the actual end or cutting off of that thing or person is still incredibly painful.
And shutting down won’t make the pain go away; trying not to feel the pain will only prolong the healing because the truth is, no one will be there for you forever.
And that’s life.
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Truth may march o’er cracked stone floors
through bloodied hearts arrayed,
And Pain might prevail whilst cities lie
In dust and agony weighed,
Yet Reality trudges onward
through the graying scenes of life,
Gripping in one whitened fist
Truth’s heartless, edged knife.
–KW McCabe 2015
I haven’t posted in awhile, partly because I’ve been overwhelmed and partly because I haven’t had any words.
You never realize how much a person can fill up the space and cracks of time in your life until they’re gone and those spaces loom empty.
The good times and the bad ache sharper because you know you will never get the chance to experience anything with them ever again.
What hurts most is the end of possibilities – the end of the chance to see what more that person could have done or whom they might have become.
It hurts to discover that while we often told one another that life was short – we never took it to heart.
And now it’s too late.
The McCabe family severed ties with MPCS and David Singleton on October 20, 2015.
The family is focused and dedicated to continuing the search for Henry McCabe in conjunction with the Mounds View Police Dept., and thanks the community for their continuing support and dedication to the search for Henry McCabe.
Thirty days have passed since my husband disappeared.
Each night I pray he is alive somewhere. My heart doesn’t feel that he has passed on, but the heart is a treacherous place.
Meanwhile, I search for the right words to tell my oldest child. My youngest simply points at his picture and repeats his name like a summoning.
My heart breaks for my two daughters as I wonder if they will grow up in a cold, harsh world without the man that cradled them in his arms.
I continue to pray for a resolution, an end to the question where is he?
God doesn’t sleep.
This can’t last forever.
It’s been 21 days since the night my husband went missing.
The circumstances surrounding that night are confusing, to say the least.
There are times when the whole thing seems unreal. The irony of the situation cuts deep when others comment that his disappearance sounds like a book or a movie, because though I’m a writer – this is my life.
I had to halt editing Dragon Kin as I have been consumed with talking to investigators, and I’m uncertain when I’ll be able to restart.
I hope this ends soon, that my husband is found, and that my daughters’ tiny, protected worlds are made right again.
I haven’t updated in awhile. It’s been difficult to do so with the current circumstances of my life.
My husband went missing 9/7/15, and no one has seen or heard from him since.
I’m hoping that he will be found soon, and that this nightmare will end.
Because of this, it has been difficult for me to focus on writing or editing or anything that doesn’t have something to do with finding him.
Please, keep me in your prayers.
So, after much hair pulling and helpless, frustrated tears, I’ve finished the blurb and book description for Dragon Kin. Check it out below!
*A land ruled by the Dragon Queen
*An exiled dragon prince
*A girl of mysterious origins
*Division will destroy them
Cecily Burns’ world is ruled by Queen Saranyu, the dragon queen, who devoured her father’s leg. Even though Cecily knows the dark side of dragonkind, she befriends Derek, Queen’s Saranyu’s son. Though such bonds between humans and dragons are forbidden, the two pursue their destiny as true mates.
Their rebellion has a price — an ultimatum from Queen Saranyu to her son: Cecily and banishment, or the throne.
Derek defies his mother and chooses Cecily.
The shock of Derek’s mutiny drives Queen Saranyu into a life-threatening coma that leaves her kingdom in turmoil. In the queen’s absence, humans disappear mysteriously as Sahak, her older son, masterminds a treasonous plot for the throne.
Cecily suffers horrific visions, and not even Derek’s love can protect her from a transformation that might force dragonkind to retaliate. Cecily must discover what her change means for her and Derek before Sahak steals the throne and eradicates humanity.
Here is the new cover for The Dragon’s Call, Cover art and design by Mihaela Voicu!
She’s done an absolutely beautiful job!
I’ve also been thinking long and hard about whether or not to split up the story or publish it as one book. As of right now, the entire manuscript reads over 105k words – and I’m still not finished. Because of this, I decided that it would be a better idea to split the manuscript in half, making Dragon Kin and The Dragon Throne into 50k+ word novellas. I wasn’t certain I should do this at first, but at this point the word count is too lengthy to leave as is for a YA novel.
There are some upsides and downsides to this – the downside being that some readers might actually prefer the thicker novel of over 105k words. The upside is that I’ll be able to edit and publish Dragon Kin much sooner than I had hoped. I might even have it ready for publishing mid-2016.
In any case, Mihaela will also design the covers for the following novellas in the trilogy ^.^
So, here it is.
Dragon Kin has been submitted to IWW for editing and is running the gauntlet.
The Dragon Throne is in the last stages and, like every ending, is difficult for me to write. But I’m getting there.
Wish me tons of coffee, patience, and good luck ^.^
Misty Provencher has outdone herself with “Cornerstone”, the tale of Nalena Maxwell. Nalena and her mother, Evangeline, live a life separated from others. Evangeline’s obsession with writing stories and never finishing them causes an ever-growing pile of papers to overflow their house. Nalena grows more and more isolated from her peers until she meets Garrett.
He reaches out to her, befriending her and saving her life when she is attacked and nearly killed. From that point on everything in her life starts to change as she develops abilities that she doesn’t understand and has no idea how to control. Everything culminates with the need for Nalena to choose her path: to make the choice whether she will live the Simple Life, or take the path that leads to inevitable danger.
I highly recommend this book. It was given freely as a gift on Misty Provencher’s blog to all of her dedicated readers. Her book Cornerstone was an excellent read and she is now one of my new favorite authors. Cornerstone made me laugh and cry and I’m definitely looking forward to the next book in the series.
Cornerstone: 4 out of 5 stars:
I’ve been doing a lot of contemplating lately on how art, music and writing affect us emotionally and physically. As a writer, I want my readers to connect with what my characters feel. The Editor’s Blog discusses several techniques for causing readers to feel what the characters feel, but I wanted to understand what causes the connection.
Have you ever read a story and cried because what happened hurt you as though you were living the character’s experience? Have you ever listened to a song and goosebumps rose along your arms because the song touched something unnameable within you? Have you ever looked at a painting or watched a scene in a movie and inside, some part of you said, yes, this.
I think this reaction within us happens because the creator, writer or artist has touched something innate to human existence. Whether joy, pain, or rage – that creator has touched on a fundamental truth.
Those moments are so precious and difficult to attain because, in the end, how do you articulate emotions that most people don’t have the ability to verbalize?
Not only that, everyone is unique, so the art that might touch one person, might not translate to another.
For me, that moment happened this week with Taylor Swift’s song Bad Blood. I especially loved the line Band-aids don’t fix bullet holes. So true ^.^
Now, I’m left trying to analyze how to translate those same goosebumps onto paper in a way that readers can experience viscerally.
So, back to the drawing board.
Wish me luck.