Wednesday Randomness – Your Book is a Movie, Who is the Dream Cast?


This week’s blog is about all dream casting for your book. I haven’t actually published a book, yet, but I have a current story I’m working on that I’m pretty excited about so I thought I’d use that one. I don’t want to give away too much about, but in short, this is a YA story about a psychic and a serial killer. Enough said.

My main character is named Francie and I have always pictured her as Felicia Day, although as a teenager. Especially with a hint of her character, Charlie, from Supernatural. A little quirky, but with a secret that she sides from a lot of people. But the look, total Felicia Day, the red hair, the smile, totally adorable.


Francie’s best friend is a kid named Will, or as I like to call him, a younger version of John Cho. In the book, his last name is actually Cho. I like this picture of him in particular because he looks a little younger and a little innocent. And kind of a like a guy in awe of his psychic best friend. But he’s also Francie’s rock.


The other character I can picture clearly in mind is the bad guy, the killer, Grayson Anderson. And for him, I see James Spader. A late 1990’s or early 2000’s James Spader. He can come across as utterly creepy and soulless, it just screams serial killer. His faces flashes in my mind when I write certain scenes. *shiver*


Those are a few of my characters from my current work in progress and my dream casting if it ever became a movie (and time travel were possible, apparently).

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Flash Fiction

Flash Fiction


02-2015 - WinterCottage

I could hear Milo’s steps getting quieter as he fell farther behind me, but I couldn’t bring myself to slow down. We were getting close, I could feel it. Something was pulling me deeper into the woods.

“Kat, wait up!”

I paused momentarily to let Milo catch up and I could hear branches snapping over the sound of my harsh breathing. The cold made this trek harder than it should have been but waiting just hadn’t been an option. Once Milo was close enough, I headed towards what looked like a clearing on the other side of a grove of pine trees. We pushed our way through and I stopped short.

“Is this the place?” Milo asked, his voice ringing in the cold air.

“Shhhh.” I hushed him. I don’t know why, but I felt like we were being watched. Or maybe that someone was listening to us somehow.

It looked the same as in my dreams. A small, stone cottage surrounded by a creek on three sides. It looked abandoned, but there was an energy coming from it, waves pulsating out from the house. Beckoning. “Do you feel that?” I asked Milo.

“Feel what?”

I didn’t bother answering him, but started forward, crunching through the snow. I didn’t stop when I reached the creek but splashed through it, expecting the water to be icy cold. Instead, the water soaking my jeans was warm like a summer sun was shining down on it. I heard Milo gasp in surprise behind me but other than that he stayed quiet.

We reached the other side of the creek and as we stepped onto the bank, the scene in front of us changed. The snow-covered grass became green and vibrant. The broken and missing shingles on the roof repaired themselves and the cottage looked like it had just been built. Smoke curled slowly from the chimney and lights glowed softly from the windows.

As we approached the front door, it swung open on silent hinges and the delicious smell of baked bread surrounded us and pulled us inside. Seated at the worn wooden table in the middle of the main room was a young woman with long black hair braided down the middle of her back. She wore a floor length, emerald-green dress with bell sleeves, almost Medieval looking. She was heartbreakingly beautiful, but was surrounded by an aura of sadness that was almost tangible.

“Please come in,” she said. “Don’t be scared. I’m glad you finally found me, Kat.”

Her voice was soft and melodious. I glanced over at Milo and he looked like he was positively entranced.

“I didn’t realize I was looking for you,” I said to her. “Who are you?”

She smiled, “My name is Celeste. But I understand that you may know me as Snow White.”

That was just too much for me. I sank down on the bench on the other side of the table from the woman, Celeste, and felt Milo sit next to me. “I, no. You, no. Absolutely not. No.”

She laughed softly. “I’m sorry, it’s probably a shock. But I called you here because I need your help.”

“What do you mean you called me here?”

“And how do you need Kat’s help?” Milo asked.

“Let me tell you my story,” Celeste said, “and hopefully you will take pity on me.”

When neither of said anything, she continued. “I believe most of what you know about me as a fairy tale is at least partially true. The Queen tried to have me killed because she thought I was more beautiful than she and she was jealous of me. She paid a huntsman to take me into the woods and kill me. What the Queen didn’t know about, and what the fairy tales never mention, is that I had magic of my own. I knocked the huntsman unconscious and fled from him, finally coming to a small cottage in the woods, this cottage in fact. Here I met seven men, miners, who took me in and helped to hide me from the Queen. They protected me and in return and I helped to care for their house and for them. I used my magic to help with their mining operation and they became more successful than they ever dreamed. They built a house for each of themselves nearby and I stayed here in my little cottage. Unfortunately, they became so wealthy and well known that they attracted the attention of the royal house. The Queen found me and was enraged when she discovered I was still alive and living a happy life. She decided to punish me eternally instead of killing me. She locked me in this cottage forever, never to age. The miners were stolen away, but kept alive, so that I could never see them again. And that’s where I need your help.”

“Ok,” I said, “I’m not saying I believe you in the slightest. But if I did, how in the world could I help you?”

“Yeah,” Milo said, “That’s what I asked.” I’d kind of forgotten he was there until he spoke.

Celeste looked at me for a moment and I slowly realized what she was seeing, the same black hair and blue eyes I saw on her face. The more I stared, the more I realized we looked like we could be sisters. She saw it dawn on my face. “I need your help, Kat, because you are my only living relative. You are the descendant of my younger sister making you my great, great, many times great-grand niece. And because I was able to call to you in your dreams, it means you share my magic. That means you can help me free my friends. You’re the only one who can help me. Although the Queen cursed me for eternity, the modern world is causing the magic to fade. If I don’t find the miners soon, they’ll be lost forever. You have to help me find them. I can’t let this happen. They are good men, their only crime was to help me.”

Leaning across the table, Celeste clasped my hands in hers, “Please, Kat. Please, say you’ll help me.”

To be continued…

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Jess Jarman
Kellie St. James
Bronwyn Green
Kris Norris

Wordless Wednesday – On My Walls

Wordless Wednesday – On My Walls







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Kris Norris
Bronwyn Green
Gwendolyn Cease
Jess Jarman
Kellie St. James

Wednesday Randomness – Fave Things: (Super)Heroes


This week’s random Wednesday topic is our favorite (super)heroes. I’m sticking to fictional heroes here, and I’m going some traditional superheroes and some not.

The first is my all time favorite superhero, without question. Which is funny because aside from this one character, I’m a Marvel girl, but I love Batman. I love the character, I love Alfred, I love the setting, the villains, all of it. And, because I couldn’t pick my favorite Batman, I decided to represent with a classic comic representation. See, I adore Michael Keaton. He is such a fantastic Batman and his first movie is great. Jack Nicholson as the Joker is so over the top crazy, but it works. However, I also have a very special place in my heart for Christian Bale, ever since he was in Little Women, and then for him to be Batman. And those movies were so dark which just made them better…although I could have done without Katie Holmes and Maggie Gyllenhaal. Okay, I have to stop with Batman or that’s all this post will be. Moving on.


Next up is my second favorite traditional superhero. Thor. I used to read the comics when I was a kid, but here, I had to go with the movie version because, yum. I don’t usually find myself attracted to blondes, per se. but how can you not? Anywho… I enjoy Norse mythology so like that the comic is (loosely) based on that, but I also just enjoy the characters.


And third, the Doctor. Not a superhero, but a hero for sure. He’s saved so many people and planets throughout the universe. He gives people hope. One of my favorite quotes about him is from a two part storyline in the third season of New Who:

“He’s like fire and ice and rage. He’s like the night and the storm in the heart of the sun. He’s ancient and forever. He burns at the center of the time and can see the turn of the universe. And he’s wonderful.”

I’m not really sure this says why he’s a hero, but I think it sums the Doctor up perfectly. And although David Tennant wasn’t my first Doctor, I think he’s my favorite. Although I do have a special place in my heart for Christopher Eccelston too.


And last but not least, the Winchester boys. They are heroes whether or not they want to be, and whether or not they think of themselves that way. They are flawed heroes to be sure, but in the end, they (or at least one of them) will always do what’s right even if it’s not easy. Who am I kidding? It’s never easy for the Winchesters. But they are fighters and I think that’s a key characteristic of what makes someone a hero. They don’t give up even when things seem impossible. Even when they’re dead. They do what needs to be done.


Check out the links below to see who the fave heroes are of the other Wednesday bloggers:
Jess Jarman
Gwendolyn Cease
Bronwyn Green
Kris Norris

Flash Fiction

Flash Fiction

Happy Monday everyone! In an effort to write more in 2015 (one of my goals), I’m taking part in a new challenge that I’m calling Flash Fiction Mondays. The first Monday of each month during 2015, a group of fantastic ladies will post a piece of flash fiction inspired by an image chosen for us.  Without further ado, here is the picture for January 2015…

01-2015 - ManIceCave

Four days had passed and there had been no signs of rescue. Although how a search party could even make it out in this weather, he didn’t know. Outside the cave it looked like a snow globe that had been shaken repeatedly, without pause. He watched the hypnotic swirling for a few more minutes before giving up, realizing he couldn’t see more than a couple of feet past the mouth of the cave that had become his sanctuary. Turning back towards the interior, the man breathed into his cupped hands and rubbed them vigorously together, trying to get the circulation moving again.

He sank down onto the pallet he had made of the coats and snow pants he had pulled off of the others, those that hadn’t survived. Undressing the corpses had been distasteful, but the extra fabric was helping to keep the cold from seeping into his bones from the frozen ground. They had been foolish to think they could make the trek at this time of year, but it had seemed necessary at the time. The town on the other side of the mountain pass needed the medical supplies he had, what other choice was there but to try? And what had it gotten them but four dead people and him, lost and stuck in a cave with no real hope of rescue.

At least he had supplies for a few days, a little bit of food and water and some wood to keep a fire going. He kept the fire small so as to not burn through it too fast, but it helped to take the edge off the chill. The worst part was the silence. Other then the howling of the wind, there was nothing. He had started talking to himself just for some other sound, reciting anything he could think of. Snippets of poetry he remembered from school, singing his favorites songs, going through the bones of the body like he used to when he was studying for anatomy class.

He finally started to doze off when a howl that was distinctly not part of the wind jolted him back to alertness. The man was instantly on his feet, pulling out the hunting knife that was his only weapon. The two shotguns they brought on the trip were swept away in the initial avalanche.

Walking swiftly to the mouth of the cave, he paused, straining to listen. Hoping he had imagined the sound. There it was again, a long, lonely, drawn out howl. Out of the snow stepped a gray wolf, larger than any he’d seen in a picture or a movie. The wolf stood completely still, almost a statue save for the wind ruffling its fur. The man’s heart started beating double time, he was sure the animal could hear it over the noise of the wind. Trying not to make eye contact, he knew that was a challenge, he kept the wolf in his sight while scanning for more animals off to the side. They hunted in packs, or so he thought. This one seemed to be alone though.

The man took a step backwards, slowly, hoping maybe he could make into the back part of the cave and the wolf would go on about its way. Or maybe, if he could get the fire between them, he could use that to his advantage. Another step backwards and the wolf responded with a throaty growl. The man froze. The wolf took a step forward. The two creatures, man and wolf, were in a stand off. Before he could decide what to do, the wolf charged and lunged.

Before he could think, instincts took over. The man dropped to this knees and brought the knife up, catching the wolf in the underside of its throat. The warm blood spilled down over his arm and the animal landed on him, pinning him to the ground. After a stunned minute, he pushed the wolf off and struggled to this feet. He watched as the animal gasped one last time and then died. Well, he though, at least I’ll have some meat. He started to drag the wolf back into the cave towards the fire when he heard it.

A howl.

And then another from the opposite direction.

Looking back out into the night the man saw wolves materializing from each side, a whole pack. This wolf hadn’t been alone after all.

Gripping the knife, still dripping with blood, the man stood his ground. If this was the end, he would face it on his feet, fighting.


Check out the links below to read the other stories for this month:

Jess Jarman
Bronwyn Green
Gwendolyn Cease
Kris Norris
Jessica De La Rosa

Wednesday Randomness…Five Biggest Writing Distractions


It’s been so long since I’ve blogged, I almost forgot what a blog was. I will say that I have been struggling with same major mental health issues (and that is my first time ever mentioning my mental health or anything related to it online – cue hyperventilating). Just pulling myself out of the muck to do this blog post required a backhoe, but I figured, I have to start somewhere. So here I start…

The five biggest writing distractions. I have to narrow it down to five, huh? Number one for me lately is, as I’ve already mentioned, mental health. I’ve actually been struggling with some pretty deep depression for close to nine months now, but it’s gotten worse over the last two or so. I used to want to write but couldn’t make myself. Now I don’t want to. I know it’s temporary and I know it will pass. Eventually. One day, hopefully before the universe ends. But right now it sucks.

When I’m not fighting my brain, the number one distraction is my day job. Mostly in the form of, I spend nine hours or so on the computer at work, so when I get home, the last thing I want to do is get on the computer. I’m not sure if that’s really a distraction or not, but it keeps me from writing.

When I actually get to writing, those rare times, I get distracted by…the internet. Who’s surprised? Anyone, anyone? Bueller? I’m guessing no one else out there is ever distracted by the internet. I mean, no one else looks at pictures of baby elephants bathing, or cats jumping and missing their landings or dogs trying to walk in new booties or ALL of Pinterest. You lucky people with self control.

What else distracts me from writing? Oddly enough, the actual act of writing. I get so bogged down in wanting everything to be perfect that I don’t get much writing done. This sentence needs to be the best sentence ever written! Three hours later I have four words that mean going to the store…which are probably “going to the store.” It’s infuriating.

I also tend to get distracted by everything else I SHOULD be doing besides writing. Writing isn’t my day job. It’s not even a paying side job (yet). So every time I sit down to write I start thinking that I should be cleaning or doing laundry or spending time with my husband or working on any number of home improvement projects that are piling up. I need to just get over that. My husband tells me that all the time, I need to just go write.

So, those are my five biggest distractions from writing. What distracts you from the task at hand?

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Brownyn Green
Jess Jarman
Kellie St. James
Gwendolyn Cease
Kris Norris

Wednesday Randomness…Crushing on Fictional Characters


This week’s Wednesday post is all about crushing on fictional characters. Mine mostly come from books, but I found a few non-book swoon-worthy characters to throw in there. In no particular order…

Dmitri Belikov from the Vampire Academy series by Richelle Mead. I didn’t see the movie so I don’t know how he was portrayed there, but in the books, he was flat out amazing. He was a bad-ass for one, when it came to fighting. Good-looking, as well. But he was also loyal and supportive, and just a good guy. Except for that time in the middle of the series where he was a serious bad…oops. Wait, spoilers.

Jonah Seafort from the forthcoming Eventide by Chris Allen-Riley (otherwise known as our very own Bronwyn Green). This books comes out October 20 and you should read it because it’s awesome, but also because it has this swoon worthy character. He’s Native American, which for me is a big plus (so sue me, I’m shallow). And he doesn’t have any of those negative attributes you see in so many teen male characters these days. He’s not a stalker, he’s not controlling, he’s not creepy. He’s there for Devon (the main character), even when most others think she’s toxic (damn, I’m getting close to spoilers again). I’m not sure I can even put into words what I really like about it, but I got at least two, maybe three distinct stomach flips from him when reading this book.

Maybe I’ll start a new grading scale for crush-worthiness, the number of stomach flips you get. I can even use little pictures of stomachs, instead of stars. Would that be gross?

The Winchester Brothers from Supernatural. I have a hard time picking just one, so I’m going with both. And just for a little bit of eye candy, here’s a picture. 🙂


I think both brothers are crush-worthy in their own way, but it’s their relationship that really makes them unique (and the show). They never give up and they are loyal to a fault.

Tod Hudson from the Soul Screamers series by Rachel Vincent. I read a lot of YA, so a lot of my crush-worthy fictional characters from there, which makes me feel like a dirty old woman. I can live with that. Tod starts out the series as sarcastic and acerbic and I love him for it. He doesn’t lose that, but he becomes much more than just the witty guide that he starts out as. He becomes an integral part to the story and has the most heartbreaking scene in all of the seven books, hands down. Who doesn’t love a man who can cry?

Daniel Kalbi from the Dark Divine series by Bree Despain. Another YA series but to me, this one is not your typical paranormal YA. It has some of the same aspects that you come to expect, but it’s written in such a way that it feels fresh. And Daniel is no exception. He starts out as the bad boy with the dark past who shouldn’t be hanging around the preacher’s daughter (although not for the reason you think), but that idea gets turned on it’s head. He’s fiercely loyal, and he believes in his woman. I love that in a man. Or boy, I suppose.

My last crush for the day is from another TV show, Dr. Spencer Reid from Criminal Minds. I just love that weird, genius. He’s totally out there and I have a feeling that if I knew him in real life, trying to carry on a conversation with him would make me nuts, but I’d sure give it my very best try.


Check out who the other Wednesday bloggers are crushing on:
Jess Jarman
Gwendolyn Cease
Kellie St. James
Bronwyn Green
Jenny Trout
Kris Norris

Albion’s Circle: In My Veins Cover Reveal!



by Jessica Jarman

Genre: Paranormal/Fantasy Romance

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Anna is his. Merlin has failed. The Circle is broken. After being defeated in every lifetime, Mordred believes he’s finally won.
Even though Anna has little hope of gaining Merlin’s forgiveness for believing Mordred over him and the rest of the Circle, she isn’t giving up and vows to set things right. When an offer of help comes from an unlikely ally, Anna must trust her instincts—the very thing that got her into this mess in the first place.
Because more than just her survival hangs in the balance. Mordred took her for a reason. Anna is the key. The key to completing the Circle. The key to preventing unthinkable death and destruction at Mordred’s hand. They key to destroying the heart of a wizard whose love has followed her through the ages.
But Mordred has forgotten exactly what’s he’s up against—Arthur and his Knights. The most powerful Magical to ever walk the Earth. And a love a thousand years in the making. 
Meet Jessica Jarman
Jessica Jarman is an author, blogger, and rather obsessive fangirl. Having grown up in Upper Michigan and currently living in Minnesota, she is a Midwestern girl through and through. And wouldn’t have it any other way.

When she’s not working to get words on the page, Jessica passes the time with her amazing husband and four children, attempting to be crafty (and failing miserably), squeeing uncontrollably over her favorite shows or curling up with a good book.

Wednesday Randomness…These are a Few of My Favorite Things – Songs Edition


So, I might have moved my blog. And maybe given it a new name, and a new look. And a new theme. I’m not saying all these things happened, I’m just saying they might have happened. And I was, potentially, supposed to show them off a few weeks ago. At the same time, I was supposed to be keeping up on the Wednesday blogs.

But, that’s a lot of supposed to’s and should have been’s. And I’ve learned that way of thinking is not good for me. So I’m just going to skip over all of that and say, Welcome to my new blog! I can’t say it will look this way permanently, I’ve gone through at least four themes since I moved over here and I’m not sure I’m sold on this. But we’ll see.

You also might have noticed a bit of an alteration to my name. Move along. Nothing to see here. These are not the droids you’re looking for.

On to the actual Wednesday Randomness topic for the week…Favorite Songs!

This was a tough one to scale down. But here is a list, in particular order, of a few of my most very favorite songs:

Queen – Killer Queen (of all of Queen’s songs, I have no idea why I like this one so much, but I love to sing it). And yes, I’m aware it’s about a high priced call girl.

Toad the Wet Sprocket – All I Want (forever and always). I still get chills, from the song and the video. I saw them in concert recently (with Bronwyn Green) and they played this. I was a happy girl.

U2 – Angel of Harlem

Billy Joel – Leningrad (and also Downeaster Alexa). The man can tell a story. I get chills from both of these songs.

Sarah McLachlan – Building a Mystery (high school…)

U2 – Mysterious Ways. It’s funky and I love it. The video is kind of trippy.

Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons – Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You (I love them in general, really)

Toad the Wet Sprocket – Crowing. Not one of their better known songs, but it’s always been one of my favorites.

Domestic Problems – Untitled. So I worked in a music store in high school and this CD came out when I was there. We played it all the time because DP is a local band. I can still every word to every song, but this one was always my favorite on the album.

David Bowie/Queen – Under Pressure. Ummm…Freddie Mecury and David Bowie? Yes, please.

Dave Matthews Bank – The Space Between

Counting Crows – Goodnight Elizabeth, this song has the feels, man.

Okay, so that’s just a few. I didn’t include any Broadway or Movie soundtrack songs though, that would easily double this list.

If you want to see what music the rest of the Wednesday bloggers are listening to, check out the links below:

Bronwyn Green
Jess Jarman
Gwendolyn Cease
Jenny Trout
Kris Norris
Kellie St. James

Wednesday Randomness – A Few of My Favorite Things…Book Covers Edition


This week’s Wednesday blog is all about our favorite book covers. Anyone who knows me will probably not be surprised by the ones I chose to include. I love color and lots of it. I think you’ll find that my favorite book covers stick to that pattern.

The Dark Divine by Bree Despain. I love all of the covers, but this one is my favorite. It’s very ethereal and haunting. And purple, which is my favorite color.


The two above are from the Soul Screamers series by Rachel Vincent. The first book is the last in the series, the second is the third omnibus. Again, I love the color. And apparently I have a thing for flowing dresses. I tend to also like covers that don’t show faces directly.

Or in the case of the series above, show the face partially obscured. I’m still working my way through this series, but I included all of them here because they are gorgeous. And mysterious.
Again with the partial face and bright colors. I’m starting to feel reptitive. 🙂
Okay, one more YA series. The covers to the Ruby Red Trilogy by Kerstin Gier are just stunning.

In trying to find the cover for Savannah Blues by Mary Kay Andrews, I discovered that they reissued it with a different cover. One that is more similar to her newest releases. Disappointing, I say! I love the original cover because the picture, combined with the title, speaks to my Southern roots. I can feel the heat and humidity in the summer with a fan blowing that does nothing more than push the hot air around. All that from a fairly bare-bones kind of picture.

These are just a few of my favorite book covers. Click a name below to see what covers appeal to the other Wednesday bloggers: