introducing old friends with new faces

Very soon I am going to begin a short series of posts reintroducing everyone to the novels and series that I am writing and living in. They have all changes so dramatically since I last wrote here about them, I thought this would be a good way to 'reset'.
 I've planned just three posts for now (one for each book), but if interest is piqued, than I will happily churn out more. Once I get started talking about my stories I get excited all over again and captive audiences find it difficult to shut me up...
 Anyway, there will be summaries of the bits I've actually penned so far (I've forbade myself from leaping ahead to the up-coming but yet unwritten events, in hopes of creating more incentive to do so).
 There will also be character profiles, glimpses into their lands and cultures, perhaps a bit of writerly advice (learned from hard experience), and pins. Lots and lots and lots of pins. You will get to see what these characters and places look like in my mind. Oh Pinterest, what would I do without you?
These are the stories you will be hearing from:

Skyrian

(fantasy)

Two Feathers

(historical fiction)

Winterkiln

(fantasy)

Are you excited? I am!

disclaimer: please note that i do not own any of these images, all were found via pinterest.com-

blazing saddles

 It's hot as blazes here, so what better way to spend a Sunday afternoon than baking on the front porch with a bottle of foaming saddle soap in one hand and a polishing cloth in the other? (p.s. I love this Leather New Foam stuff - wax on, wax off & ta daa!)

I will be the first to admit that I rarely (read: never) clean my saddle, besides the occasional dust off after a particularly dusty arena. The truth is it's probably better for it if you don't deep clean unless a) you're showing  b) it's filthy, or  c) it got wet in the rain because that hag of a lead mare wouldn't come home.

 Conditioning on the other hand can be very important, if, for example, your saddle got scuffed up by a cinderblock. (please don't ask. I'm an ambitious multitasking idiot, is all. shame.)

I had to condition the raw leather that had been scuffed, and that was all I was planning to do, but... once I got started and saw that cow hide start to gleam in this mid summer sun, I kinda couldn't stop... 

Foaming leather conditioner for the win!

 Scratches and scuff marks all resealed & taken care of.
 My saddle horn once had a medallion where you see that patch of hardened glue atop it, but I never saw it. It was long gone before I ever sat behind it, and when I think about it, that uneven patch of yellow amber stuff annoys the heck out of me. I really should find a concho to go over top of it and save myself some unconscious frustration...

I ride a Barrel Racer style saddle, designed with a deep seat and small horn made for hangin' on and sticking with your horse in those tight turns. Or if you're me, sticking with your less-than mentally balanced critter in the presence of a rogue plastic bag.

all photos are straight out of camera (SOOC) taken by my Canon Rebel T3, 18 - 55mm lens, f4.5 - 8, CPR filter

je ne sais pas

via pinterest

So I want to write (so very badly).... but have not written.

I suppose I should say hello (or maybe even reintroduce myself? hey it's me, the author of this here blog! You say, Who?) since it's been like THREE MONTHS since this place has had a pulse.

I am sorry to say that this silence was not because I...
 a) ... went on a mission to Africa
 b) ... moved across the country
 c) ... am expecting a baby (lord no.)
Or anything that seems to be trending at the mo.

I don't like writing posts when I don't have anything new to say, and I definitely do not like reading them here or anywhere (why yes, I am That Reader who skips extensive descriptions, and/or poor poetry).
 The fact is, I told myself I wouldn't write until I had something to write about. The problem with that is that then I fell out of the habit of finding ways to write about the smaller things while I waited for... I don't know, the Second Coming?
 And when you stop writing about the little things (even the scribbles no one else will ever see), you stop writing, period.
 That's what happened to me, except I've gone even further and neglected my photography, music, even riding (the shame).
And I am miserable.

I've discovered that not only is this blog an outlet where I can write when I'm having troubles with my stories, it also makes sure I keep up my photography, and go looking for new things. In short, it gives me me-time. And trust me, if you stop making time for yourself to nurture your talents, grow in the Word, or giving yourself moments where your only thoughts are how dang pretty your horse is, you are going to go insane.

I have hopes for this blog, hopes that I can make it more organized and more involved in my novel writing process, and still keep up the small things (berry-picking & canning season is coming!).

So this is me coming back. This is me making making time in-between the teething child and over-grown gardens; mentally impaired ducks and rogue ponies.

I am Hazel, hear me roar.
*pathetic rawr*

today the ink flows smoothly

via the above wonderful jenny

it's noon and i am still in my nightclothes
 BUT I HAVE WRITTEN SO MANY GOOD THINGS!
rarely do i feel this good about a scene
 ALLOW ME TO DANCE LIKE A HEN WITH HOT FEET
another good visual, no?
 I AM ON FIRE
(oh, you don't think it was all that great? clearly you've never seen a chicken run)

People died, buildings burned...
 Despair sits contentedly on her throne.
 and there are tears in the snow.
And I have a ridiculous, evil smile on my face because everyone performed beautifully.

 To all my heartbroken characters: Your pain is not and will never be for nothing. Though I cannot promise Happily Ever Afters to all of you, I can promise for most, lives worth living. Lives envied by readers for their vividness and their adventure.
 It is important to remember that without pain we become jaded to the light of things that truly matter.

make way for ducklings

Pongo, Biscuit, & Beaker

As a family, we rarely, if ever, impulse-buy. We budget and save, and plan for months when it comes to large-ish purchases. BUt, it appears that planning & so forth go out the window when ducks go on sale at the feed store.
 Boom - we have ducks. Aren't they darling?? and every time they squeak their little tails wiggle :}
 The whole thing wasn't entirely unthought out, though. We have an order of chicks coming in this week to replace the mean old birds I can't wait to see go. (You have to replace layers about every two years. We get chicks every year so we're never without eggs). We'll put the chicks and the ducklings in the same brooder box and they can grow up together and be pals & whatnot.
 In the meantime, it's awfully fun to let them run round the house when "responsible" people have left for the day ;}