Thursday, August 8, 2013

Digging Out

Misadventures in Crafting Part 1, Topic 2:

Last month, I talked about being buried alive in yarn I’d inherited from a relative who bought just a tad much for her own good.

At first, I was thrilled at the treasure trove I was amassing box by box. But by the time the last box was sorted, my thrill had turned to trepidation. Over a course of the next week, I determined that it was really best for me to donate a good portion of it…to try my hand at crochet in the next few weeks…and to get cracking on making those scarves I’d initially had in mind when I accepted it.
{I like to make simple knitted scarves each year—meaning 3-4 usually—to send to Native American reservations out West that have very frigid winters and not very many resources. A box of yarn would be welcome, and would mean money I could save to help promote my books (wink!). }

So here is my progress!
  • Those ten projects in various stages of completion I’d discovered so far…well, I donated eight afghans and kept two. While I was able to master the simple chain stitch enough to finish one afghan decently, I probably have patience to only finish one other…and it’s going to take me years. I also was able to sew together a large bagful of completed squares to make another afghan, which came out beautifully!

  • I donated half of the yarn to a local group that makes baby booties new parents, and also various projects to put into Christmas baskets for shut ins.

  • I sorted the yarn into colors and types, putting the rug yarn together. While I didn’t make a list, at least I can find a color I need now, as everything is in clear plastic bags.

  • I created one scarf, and am well on my way to a second!

  •  I found additional lattice to hook the rug yarn to, so I can make rugs, and also purchased a narrow roll off of e-bay. I will be making at least one Lash and Promise Me rug, maybe more. There is always the option also of making confetti type throw rugs, where you just hook random colors onto a lattice without a pattern. I’m very excited to get started on these! 

Join me in the coming months here for updates on my progress…or lack thereof! All support is vastly welcomed!

For you Promise Me Fans….Immortal Confessions, Promise Me Series Book #5, an Origins Tale, will be out very soon!

Lash Series Book #3, War, will also be coming this fall, along with the Latham's Landing Anthology, and the first Promise Me Anthology! 

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Blurb for Taken For His Own, Promise Me Series Book #4:    After learning Theo is alive, Sar immediately embarks on a mission to find him. Reunited, the lovers return to New York; Danial, Terian and Theo uneasily combining forces to protect Sar from Al’s assassins still seeking her. But when Sar is taken prisoner in an all-out attack, only one man can save her: her old adversary, Devlin.

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I cried a few tears, turned out the light and let my mind drift. Just as I was falling asleep, I remembered the potion. Terian had said the potion would recreate the dream with Theo, but that when it ended, the dream would fade from memory.
I needed to put my feelings for Theo to rest and let him get on with his life. It was time to be done with dreams and get back to reality.
I turned the light back on and got up, rummaging around in my duffel bag. I found it and spent a few minutes removing the vial from the bubble wrap I’d taped around it for safekeeping. I uncorked the top and drank. The taste was bitter. This was it, the end of him and me. I packed the empty potion vial for Terian for reuse, then lay down. I drifted in a sleep-sort of fog and finally begin to dream.
It was my home, my farm. Again, I stood there, calling out to Theo to wait, not to leave.
Again, he stood motionless at the door for a second and then he turned to me, riding me to the floor. Kissing me roughly, as we tore off our clothes as fast as we could.
Every memory came back in full force, sweeping me away in a storm of emotion. It washed away the years with Danial, even everything I felt for Elle and Theoron. There was only Theo and I. We were one.
Theo made love to me again and again. I relished his body next to mine, his muscles holding me, moving me, pleasuring me. Soreness set in as night fell, but I renewed my efforts, knowing that the end was near. As Theo finished and reached for me, I pushed him away.
“Sar?” he said questioningly, his eyes worried, his hand outstretched.
In a few seconds, Danial’s voice would sound. This was it, the end.
In desperation, I shouted, “Theo, I love you, I love you more than anything or anyone. I’ll love you the rest of my life!”
As my words tore out of me, Theo’s body flickered. Suddenly thin scars appeared on his shoulders from a whip, the edges raised and red, then similar scars on his chest. A mass of scar tissue bloomed whitely on his hip.
I lunged for his outstretched hand as he faded before me.
I fell out of the motel room bed, landing on the floor. The room reeked with the odor of lovemaking, the odor of sex.
“God damn it, no!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.
I’d fucked up badly. I’d forgotten Terian’s words to me the night he’d given me the potion, telling me about the dream it would create for me one last time.
“And he’s not here to renew it with you…”
Terian had said it, thinking as I did that Theo was dead. But Theo wasn’t dead, he was alive. I’d reached out and touched him again with another dream. Moreover, this time, he’d know immediately that what had happened was no regular dream. He’d come looking for me, remembering the scent he’d caught wind of a week ago.
God, I had to get gone as fast as I could!
I threw on some clothes and frantically gathered up my things. There was no time for a shower or food. We had to get moving!
I grabbed up my duffel and ran for the door, my keys in my hand. A footstep sounded outside my door and then the door was kicked open, flying back hard to slam the outer wall.
Theo stood there breathing hard, his eyes dark as a storm. He reeked of sex the way I did.
I hoped for his sake he’d woken up alone.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he said, his voice deep and rough. He slammed the door behind him and locked it.
“Theo, I—”
“You are going nowhere, Sar.” He strode over, anger pouring off him. He grabbed my keys and threw them. My duffel followed. He pushed me to the bed roughly, then covered my body with his own. “You want me so bad, Sar, here I am,” he snarled, his eyes gone yellow. His fingers were claws, digging into my skin.
I closed my eyes, trembling.
He put his hand on the side of my face and gripped my jaw. “Open your eyes,” he said roughly.
I opened them, my vision swimming with tears.
 “Don’t cry, Sar. You wanted this badly enough to send me another dream.”
“I’m sorry—”
He bared his fangs at me in a snarl and roared deafeningly. I shrank back from him as much as possible.

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