Procrastination is my name

Hello all,

Sable Angel here. I'm sitting in my study checking Craig's list, looking at apartments, writing my wise father angel, everything but putting my fingers to keys so I can finish the dragon book. After losing then gaining employment, barely making ends meet and trying not to allow it to blacken the cloud where I live, I find myself sitting and staring at the computer.

No, it's not writer's block. I don't believe there is such a thing. I think all writers have a time when the fire to write seems to be banked. There is still a small spark, but it needs fanning and another log to bring the flames roaring back. I'm at the banked stage right now. Maybe it's best. I have three novels to edit and get ready for galleys before October 15. And yet... my muse will not be silenced.

During my lunch hour at my new employment, I wolf down my food and the urge to put pen to paper takes over. I'm writing but not on the dragon piece. I've realized I need silence to allow my dragons to speak to me. A cafeteria filled with workers complaining about their jobs and life in general doesn't bode well for intense scenes. So Sable Angel is writing a story of romance gone awry--not sure if it will be a novella or full length novel--about the first time she encountered a mass murderer. Oh yeah, gives her chicken skin just thinking about the incident.

Long before Kip Kinkle or the boys in Columbine, Salem, capital of the State of Oregon, experienced a mass shooting. Four people were killed and 19 were wounded. The horrific incident made international news but at that time, those kinds of news stories didn't live for months on end. They were reported and quickly swept under the carpet. As the shooter never gave a reason for his rampage, I, Sable Angel, have taken on the task of fictionalizing a story which will explain what happened. It is FICTION. I have no knowledge why the young man pulled his weapon and killed and wounded so many of my friends, but I need, as do so many others, some closure on this incident.

Most of us were young bucks living the good life and partying. Now we're grandparents putting our time in at baseball games and ballet recitals. Settling down and watching children and grandchildren grow makes us reflective. It's time to put a period at the end of this chapter in Salem's history.

After the dragon story is completed, I'll finish this tale and see if my publisher is interested. Like life, getting books published is never a guaranteed deal.

Now I've warmed my fingers up, I'll take on the world of the sapien draconi.

Sable Angel

Faeries & More

Saturday, August 1, I felt as if I fell into a time warp or hitched a ride on a time machine back to the late '60's. Oops I gave away my age. Only this time everyone, well almost everyone, was dressed in costumes--faeries were predominate but there were also lots of elves and some pirates and just costumes. The shops were fun and full of celtic art. (bought some christmas presents). I'm trying to be organized.

So the purpose of anything like this is to return inspired. So was the journey to faerie world successful? Absolutely. I entered a world I knew nothing about and have returned somewhat enlightened. Would I recommend the experience? Only to the adventurous at heart.

Now I have to write. The photo show following are pictures I took and clip art I downloaded. And I saw and almost bought (I controlled myself) a faerie house. I am becoming a believer.

Faerie World fun research

I'm so excited about going to the faerie festival and learning lots about leprachauns, faeries, and gnomes. I will post pictures later. Can't wait to finish my St.Patty's day anthology and to see how all three stories go together. (Right now I'm clueless) For those who live in Oregon, I think it's a lot like the country fair in Eugene earlier in the summer. We will see...