Delay :(

I was on a roll until June 9th. My dad (stepdad, but he was my dad for 32 years, gave me away at my wedding, my kids call him grandpa..... so my dad) died on June 12th. His funeral was on the 19th.  I am the executor of a disaster of an estate, so in addition to grieving (which I haven't done yet), I am spending every spare moment dealing with that. And it's a doozy. A 1600 square foot house, RV garage, regular garage, a large shed, and a medium shed crammed full of antiques and THINGS, as well as a huge unfinished construction project on the driveway/wall, and a "tenant" in a second house with no rental agreement who is a bit reluctant to leave. And all the general maintenance, bill paying, etc of a household other than mine. Did I mention the hundreds upon hundreds of toy trains that also need cataloging? 

When I got down to the house again after my dad passed, my brother jokingly asked if I'd be working on Lora Fletcher. I wish!  I have a hard time writing when I'm very emotional (other than killing people off who represent people who've angered me in real life), and the time factor.... Rest assured, Lora #2 will get done.  It'll just be even more delayed, for which I deeply apologize for. Remember though, I'm still faster than GRRM, and I don't think the sequel we be as disappointing as the final GoT season. I think Rarity will be pretty darn good when it's done.

Again, thanks for your patience.

Status update

For those of you who have been following me for more than a year, you may have noticed that I post the same update at the same time of year. As you may know, I am a practicing physician (one of many reasons I write so slowly), and as a requirement to keep practicing, I have to earn continuing medical education credits. I get the vast majority of mine at a yearly conference. For four days, I have essentially no other responsibilities, so I spend my time in a lecture hall with one ear open to new medical stuff and my hands furiously typing. I'm here right now, in fact. In less than four hours, I've written about 2,000 words for your favorite heroine, Lora Fletcher. I've refamiliarized myself with her life and the life of her friends. I've reacquainted myself with how I want her life to go for the next 15 or so chapters. I'll be posting some updates and excerpts as I go. I hope you enjoy what I have planned!!

For those of you who are concerned that I'm doing my patients a disservice with my half-listening. This is preferable to falling asleep in these dry lectures, which I have done before I got back into writing. I have powerpoints for reference from nearly all the presenters. And if it's something I really want to know or if the speaker is particularly engaging, I stop writing. Someday I will stop practicing medicine, but I hope I will never stop writing! Also, typing keeps my fingers warm. I have RA and with the frigid temperatures in this place, I need to keep them from locking up.  So, win win :)

Excerpt

Unedited, but still copyrighted 2019. Thanks.

“Indeed,” Lora said with a groan as she reached for her towel. She stood up, dried herself off, and walked over to her lady’s maid.
Her maid shook her head at her appearance. “I’ll have the herbalist send up a poultice and some salve for these bruises. This one on your ribs is bigger than two fists together. It’ll be hard to get your corset tight enough and then difficult to get your dress to fit property.” She sighed and helped Lora with her chemise. “You up for the pain of it?”
“Master David bested me with swords today—”
“Ah, the reason for your bruises and extreme appreciation for your bath today.”
“Losing to him with all the associated hurts and bruises is far more painful than a tight corset and pinching shoes for an evening,” Lora retorted. She hissed as Sally laced her corset and tightened it. “This will numb after a while. No big deal.”
Chuckling, Sally tied off the corset and had Lora step into her petticoat. “I’ll remind you of that when you return after dinner. I think you forget that women fight a different battle than men, but we are just as fierce. Just a strong.  Still warriors. You burn your candle at both ends. It must be exhausting.”

:)

Buckling down

Two chapters written in two days. Hopefully this continues because I'd like to be done with Rarity as much as you'd like to read it! The battle was finished awhile back-- with the help of my 9 year old son. There was a death and a blossoming friendship in the two chapters I've written since.

Hope you all had a nice holiday season.  It was rough for my family, as my aunt passed away while we were in the midwest visiting her.  She had pancreatic cancer, so it wasn't unexpected, but the timing was. We had a nice visit with the rest of the family, which really reminds you of what's important.

Thank you for your continued patience.  Be well!