What time is it?

It’s dark outside as my eyes fly open and I realize I’m staring at my ceiling. I jump out of bed, my heart racing. I don’t know what time it is. I remember laying down, but it’s been an hour? Six?

I can’t tell.

A quick glance at the alarm clock’s direction tells me that I’m late for work. This is never a good sign, but what can I do? It’s too late to fix it. I quickly jump in the shower and wonder just how long I should stand under the water. I debate if I have time to shampoo and condition my hair, or if I should just use a 2-in-1 deal. I finally settle on the 2-in-1 as I glance at my wristwatch and notice I now have ten minutes to finish effectively and get out the door.

My stomach growls and threatens to immobilize me as I realize I haven’t eaten in over ten hours. This is normal, but I smell pizza. I wonder if I have time for even one slice and push the thought aside. I’m still in a towel and haven’t done my make up, let alone put my clothes on.

I release a sigh, realizing that there’s no way I’ll make it in time. Still, I fight the minutes as I throw a dress on, run a comb through my hair and apply a thin line of eyeliner and mascara before heading out the door. It’s my usual go-to look when I’m running late.

Fumbling for my keys, I lock the door and head towards the highway. Cars are everywhere, and it irritates me. I want nothing more than to run into the guy in front of me who has decided to drive ten miles under the speed limit. The clock on the dash tells me that I now have fifteen minutes to get to work, and I still have roughly twenty-five minutes to go. I shake my head and curse under my breath as I maneuver around the older man in the Chevy and speed through a yellow light.

I try to consider other methods of cutting time but know that I still have to change into my uniform and pass through security before I can clock in. I can feel the irritation and frustration rise as I take my exit. I’m hitting all the lights. I’m a block away when a car pulls into my lane and about runs into me. I pound on my horn, and she flips me off.

UGH!

When I finally reach work, I’m ready to go home. It’s taken more effort than necessary to get here, and I wonder how easy it will be for me to excuse myself early. I pass security, and one of the guards notifies me that I’ll be alone because we had a call off. I nod, but inside, I cringe. What a day to be by myself when we’re expected to be busy. I run up the stairs and to the locker rooms, clock in and change before heading down to collect my bank. When I reach the shop, I see that it’s a mess and I already feel a headache.

I close my eyes for a moment.
An alarm clock signals me to wake up.

I rub my eyes and confusion clouds my judgment as I examine my room. I wonder how I’ve gotten here, check the clock and realize it was only a dream within a dream. I take a deep breath, smile, and get ready for my shift.

~*~

Hello again!

It’s another round of blog challenges (granted, I was behind quite a few). We were asked to compile the information from our last five dreams and pick three elements to write about. Now, I should preface this by saying that quite a bit of my work revolves around a portion of a dream that I’ve had somewhere in my existence. I have also started a novel, Email Your Dreams, which is primarily based on past experiences that I have had (with a couple of fictitious ones thrown in there as well).

I will say, however, I kind of cheated.

A lot of the dreams I’ve had over the past few days were similar, so I took those elements and created one short story instead of choosing the suggested three from our five dreams. I selected each of them since they all sort of work together and closely related with one another. A lot of this, I feel is stress-related to when I think I oversleep and you’ll notice that it involves my real life. I thought I’d put it in a perspective that maybe we all understand once in a while. If you want to pretend it’s a new character, feel free. We can call her Lucy.

Anyway! Don’t forget to read the other challenge entries here {NSFW} and here. You can find the original posting here.

Hope you enjoyed it. (:

Until Next Time,
Shay

An Unexpected Course

Ship at Sea

Ominous clouds rolled overhead as a wave slammed into the side of the ship. “Oy, We’ve got lightning, Captain,” Naive shouted from the crow’s nest. Captain Grimsley pursed his lips before crossing the starboard side. He examined the skies for a moment then considered their next steps carefully. From the corner of his eye, a lanky fella approached him on the left.

“Captain, that’s not all. We’ve veered off course,” the first mate commented. He pointed at the charts and flashed the compass in Captain Grimsley’s general direction. “I venture that you have a reason to have lost us at sea, No Knees.” His voice was stern, yet not unusual in this situation. “I-I…” No Knees struggled to find an answer. He tried to remember the last hour and couldn’t think of a reason that they’d fallen so far from the original plan other than he’d lost himself in daydreaming. Captain Grimsley shook his head and took hold of the wheel. “Well don’t just stand there. Adjust the sails. Make yourself useful and out of sight. I should throw you overboard for your idiocy.”

No Knees drooped his shoulders but did as ordered, the rest of the crew falling in line. Captain Grimsley took stock of their predicament and considered their best outcome. Thunder cracked, causing the other pirates to shift uneasily aboard the ship.

His attention focused on the water below as pieces of another ship floated alongside them. “Gods of the sea, protect us in this insanity,” he muttered, not really believing in the power. He’d heard about the power it held for other crews though and hoped for the sake of everyone that it would work. The waves rose higher, tossing the Phantasm from side to side. “Hang in there, my pet,” he cooed. They’d need a lot more than the power from some almighty sea god for this storm. Their paths crossed with the hull of a third ship and Captain Grimsley rose an eyebrow. The damage done was not from a storm. Something had chewed right through the middle, leaving shattered wood and supplies behind.

“Alright, crew. Change of plans. Prepare the cannons.”

“Sir?” No Knees looked pale in complexion. “You’ve heard my order, first mate. Shall you disobey a second time in a day?” No Knees blushed and nodded. “Yes, Captain. As you wish.” Captain Grimsley rolled his eyes and released a sigh. “If only I had a crew with half a brain, we might survive the night.”

Captain Grimsley steered the Phantasm to the right and ordered for everyone to ready. As if on cue, the ship groaned as tentacles climbed the edges. “Here we go,” he muttered.

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Hey all!

Thanks for reading this short excerpt. I’ve decided to share my work with you all after I host a prompt night on the Discord server I’m on. I plan to share something with you on Wednesdays and Fridays, if possible. I hope that you enjoyed this little nugget as much as I did. (: It isn’t very long, but who knows, maybe it’ll turn into a novel.

Until Next Time,
Shay

The Choice

Dear Diary,

Sometimes, I really hate telling the truth.
It’s not so much that I can’t. More no one wants to hear it. At least, not the way that I have to say it.

Today, I have to give a speech concerning my stance within the magical vs. non-magical realms and substances. If I tell the truth, there’s no going back. The other mages, wizards, and witches will want my head for leaking out important information of our kind and the ones listening may not even buy that I’m telling the truth in the first place.

Not to mention, my parents will kill me.

We’re supposed to keep this world secret, hidden from all who would desire what we have. There’s the covenant to consider, also. I’d be breaking about a hundred rules. I just don’t know what I’m supposed to do here.

And if I cave to what we’re supposed to do?
Behave how we’re naturally taught to react.

I give way for more criticism, allow for judgment to pass on my kind, and people will go on living without the actual knowledge of what lies behind the shield. We’ve done it for years, so why do I care so much? It’s not like my destiny is written in stone. This isn’t my burden to carry.

If I don’t, however…
Who will?

Sincerely,
Raine

~*~

Raine rolled onto her back searching the ceiling in her room for inspiration. There was no way she felt comfortable speaking about her kind, but the topic was assigned, and she was left with one choice. Part of her wished to be like the other kids. If she were, she could take the topic and go either way without any additional consequences.

But you’re not normal.

Raine released a sigh. Shaking her head, she answered herself with, “I know” before looking at the clock. She gathered her things then left for school, a knot forming in her belly. “Whatever happens, happens. Take it with a grain of salt. Or something like that.” Her eyes focused on the sidewalk lines as she passed them, allowing the loneliness to sink in. Before long, she arrived at school with more uneasiness than when she’d left the house.

“Raine!”

Raine glanced up and noticed Melanie, her best friend since second grade, running along the fence. “Hey, Mel.” She tried to hide her gloom as she smiled. “Hey yourself. You look like you’ve had zero sleep in like a week.” Melanie cocked her head and examined Raine’s expression. “What’s going on?”

“I-I don’t know,” Raine offered after a long pause. “I guess I’m not looking forward to this speech later.”

Melanie laughed. “Girl, you’ve got this. We’ve been debating since our mouths could move. Ask our parents. If anyone can argue a valid point, it’s you.” Raine knew she was right as they turned the corner onto Welsh St. “I don’t think that’s the problem,” Raine answered. “I think… I’m afraid I’ll tell the truth.”

Melanie’s eyes widened as she froze, her arm extending across Raine’s chest. “You can’t.” Raine took a step back, placing her hands on her hips. “Don’t you think I know that? But honestly, what choice do I have?” Their silence was interrupted by a boy on a red bicycle blazing past them. “You could choose to act like a normal person. Raine, what are you trying to do? Get kicked out of the coven? We’re hardly even in, to begin with.”

Raine kept walking. “And if I don’t, all of these people go on believing that magic is a myth. I make a mockery of the craft.” She shook her head. “I-I can’t. No, I won’t. I refuse to betray our heritage. The legacy.”

They were close to the school, reaching the edge of the parking lot. Melanie wrapped her hair in a ponytail. “Our elders put the shield in place for a reason. Maybe… Maybe it’s okay if the heritage and legacy only stay within the covens.” She offered a weak smile, but Raine couldn’t return it. “If I lie, I’ll hate myself.”

“And if you tell the truth, the coven will hate you.”

They were quiet the remainder of the way to the entrance. Raine chewed the bottom of her lip as they maneuvered through the other students to their lockers. Melanie squeezed Raine’s shoulder. “Just lie, okay?” She smiled one last time before veering off toward her first period.

Raine’s shoulders slumped. Isn’t honesty better?

The bell rang, and she headed to her class still unsure of what to do. Part of her wished she were still in her bed, under the covers. At least there, the weight of the world didn’t rest on her shoulders, and the fate of her position within the coven wasn’t left on the outcome of her speech.

~*~

Hey all!

As you may have already guessed, this is another blog challenge from Amanda. We were given three words: honesty, hate, bed. I wanted to take this another route, but Raine’s story really resonated with me in a way that may end up in a novel somewhere down the road. It may not be what everyone else came up with, but I can say that I am happy with how it turned out. I really hope you enjoyed the struggle she had in a way that I did and that it makes you wonder what will happen next. If it did, let me know in the comment section below. (:

As always, make sure to check out everyone else’s responses here, here {NSFW}, here {NSFW}, here and here.

Until Next Time, My Darlings,
Shay

A Raven’s Tale

This short story is brought to you by Prompt Night on Discord.
(:
Prompt Kudos to Gianna Robbin

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Raven shifted uncomfortably in the chair as she slid her silky black hair over to the left shoulder. A few curls bounced loose with the movement, but she ignored them as she attempted to switch her focus towards the front of the room. Their lessons ran unusually long today, causing her to grow impatient.

Leaning her head into her hand, she watched as Professor Evanora discussed ways to use ginger. The alternative medical class had proven helpful earlier on in the year when they discussed hangover cures and homeopathic ways to cure minor ailments, but some of the more recent courses seemed to have lost their flair. Checking the time, Raven rolled her crimson eyes. If the professor didn’t stop talking soon, they would miss their entire lunch hour. Her patience wore thin as she tapped her black french tipped nails on the edge of her desk.

“Are we inconveniencing you, Miss Addington?”

Raven made eye contact with Professor Evanora before sitting straight. “Not at all, professor. I simply noticed the time, is all.” Professor Evanora raised an eyebrow in response to her sarcasm. “Is that so?” Raven nodded. “Well, I’m sorry to inform you, Miss Addington, but we’re not on your time frame. The class proceeds until I have finished.” Professor Evanora turned around and scrawled an assignment on the board with a piece of chalk. “Fifteen extra pages of reading tonight, since Miss Addington has far too much time on her hands.”

The class groaned. Raven rolled her eyes and shoved her books into her brown, leather saddle bag. It barely filled the main compartment, but she loved the oversized item. She retrieved a small vile from the front, side pocket, and opened the bottle. Pouring the liquid over her wrist, she drew a symbol within it and muttered:

“A curse to make you suffer, without a lengthy pause,
And just a pinch of anger, for all the pain you cause.
Mess with me, and my own time, I’ll sacrifice and take what’s mine,
Don’t be a bitch, or you will see, a harsher outcome, so let it be.”

Raven bit her inner cheek and waited for her mouth to fill with blood before licking the symbol on her wrist. She watched as the scarlet fluid mixed with the clear liquid and smiled a wicked grin. She crossed her arms and waited for the lunch bell to signal the next class. “Ah, yes, you all may go. I trust that you’ll enjoy the readings tonight. Thank you again, Miss Addington, for your continued support in education.”

Raven raised her left eyebrow with a polite smile. Never skipping a beat, she stood and added, “Of course, Professor Evanora. Anything to make you feel as though you’re successful in this classroom.” She could hear the responses of the rest of her classmates, watched Professor Evanora’s face fall, and confidently exited the room. She smirked as she made her way through the hallway knowing full well that they’d call her to the headmaster’s office. ‘It’s worth it,” she thought as she reached her history class.

Sure enough, Raven found herself in Headmaster Myrick’s office. He paged for her halfway through the hour, and she was excused from class to discuss the incident. Her mood did not falter as he reprimanded her behavior. Instead, she planned the many ways she would get revenge with Professor Evanora. The headmaster let her off with a warning, but she found that she couldn’t care how he handled the situation. She would do it all over again if given the opportunity.

When the day finished, Raven found Castalia walking towards the door. “Cas, wait up!” She turned and grinned when she saw Raven. “Hey girl, heard you got into some trouble today with Professor Evanora.”  Raven rolled her eyes. “Eh, it’s nothing I couldn’t handle.”

They shared a giggle before exiting the building. “Good. Glad to hear it.” The girls headed toward the river, enjoying the sunlight. “Are we meeting with the others today?” It was a typical question for this time of day, but Raven wasn’t quite sure. “Have you reached out to Kyna or Amethyst? I haven’t seen or heard anything from either one all day.”

Castalia shook her head no. “Nope, I believe they skipped today.” Raven nodded. “Sounds like them. I’ll give them a call.” She reached for her cell and dialed the number for Amethyst. It rang a few times then Amethyst’s voicemail picked up.

“Hey, it’s your girl, Amethyst. I can’t come to the phone right now but leave a message, and I’ll send love like I always do!”

Raven waited for the beep then shrugged at Castalia. “Am, it’s Raven. I’m calling to see if we’re meeting this afternoon? Text me when you get this. Bye!”

“I wouldn’t bother calling Kyna. They’re probably out at a party or something. These two need a leash.” Castalia performed the charade of a leash connecting with a collar and yanked it backward for added effect, causing Raven to laugh. “Well, we can head back to the shrine, if you want?”

“I can’t. Dad’s being a pill and wants me home by four. If not, they will ground me for a month. Supposedly, they have some news to tell us.” Raven released a sigh and hugged her friend. “Well, if you must. I guess I’ll see you guys tomorrow then.” Castalia nodded. “Of course! You still have to tell me what happened with Professor Evanora.”

Raven smiled. “Well, it’s only the beginning. I have a plan that will make her wish she never crossed me.” Castalia shook her head in a sympathetic but approving way. “Audentes fortuna iuvat.” Raven pointed to the sky with a grin and answered, “Acta non verba.” Then they waved and parted ways.

Raven noticed that her parents were already gone when she arrived home. Her father had a business trip that she’d known about for weeks but her mother should have been at the house. Irritated, she slammed the door and headed to her room.

She set her saddle bag on its stand and opened her notebook full of spells. Taking a few seconds to write her curse from earlier in the day, she let the anger scatter. Lighting five candles, she drew a pentagram on the ground in chalk before setting her black metal chair in the center.

Raven staged the candles in each of the points before changing from her school uniform into a satin, lacey black dress that she’d fabricated for such a moment as this. The main bodice was an almost see-through, diamond-shaped corset, beaded with different gems, shells, and diamonds she’d collected over the years. It used to have sleeves, but she removed them and added a cape that draped over the length of her body, plus some.

The flames from the candles cast an eerie glow over her flesh as it peered through the various openings in the gown. She savored the power she felt as she entered her haven. Her curly locks cascaded over her shoulders as she inhaled and reached for her pendant, holding it to the moon up above. Her gaze wandered through the skylight as she began her chant.

 

Journey of Chaos: Expressing My Secrets, One Post at a Time…

Hey there!

After some careful thought and a bit of encouragement topped with a nudge from a friend, I am going to be doing a segment of posts that are my (A-Z) Personal Progress + Continued Journeys. The series of posts will focus on featured topics that range in the good, the bad, the ugly and the chaotic. (;

Featured Topic Realms:
• Addictions
• Animals
• Blogging
• Challenges
• Commitments
• Distractions
• Dreams
Encouragement
• Fears
• Goals
• Habits and Hobbies
• “I Love’s”
• Just Because
• Knowledge is Power
• Life
• Mental Illness Recovery
• Movie Reviews
•NaNoWriMo
• Next Up for Me
• Nightmares
• Overcoming Obstacles
• Photos
• Powerful Inspiration
• Quotes
• Recent Reads
• Scary Situations
• Strengths
Struggles
• Tattoo Potential
• Television Show Reviews
• ‘Under the Weather’ Days
• Vacations
• Victories
• Weaknesses
Wisdom
Writing
• X-raying Thoughts
• Yummy Recipes
• Zoning In on Me

I haven’t decided if I want to go in order, or if I want to jump around a bit. Who knows, I may decide to add more as I go. What I do know is that it will be a great way for you to get to know me, grant another way for me to express a bit more of my chaos and maybe, just maybe – I’ll get to know some of you better too. So join me on my Journey of Chaos. You might just learn something that will surprise you. (;

Here’s to getting to know you better and offering more of myself to the world,

Let my Journey of Chaos Begin <3

{***Underlined Words are links to the posts.***}

Warning: Foreign Message Incoming!

Hello Earthling, Traveller, Wanderer.

Welcome to The Haven of Chaos where crazy hectic is the new normal. All of us wondered when you would arrive. I’m sure the road has been challenging, but we’re so glad that you’re here. Let us make you feel right at home. With so much to do and so little time, the post-it’s shall be your guide. Oh, and remember, “We’re all a little mad here.” (;

Sincerely,
El-shire the Monday
The leader of the Welcome Committee

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A Note from the Author

Every entry holds a clue,
Acting as a guide for you.
They live within a post-it,
Conveniently, where you sit.

Follow the journey, on the written path,
We promise it’s easy, there is no math.
The topics vary and cover a hill,
But please remember to do as you will.

Can’t wait any longer? The story is here,
But it comes in pieces throughout the year.
I hope you enjoy this as we begin,
I’ve let my hair down and sent you in.

My final note, within a white daisy,
Welcome to My World of Crazy.

Shay (;

P.s. Search for the next Red Post-It to continue in the Haven of Chaos (World).

Move the Needle

Hello and welcome back!

In this week’s round of Ego’s Blog Challenge, we’ve been asked to plan a schedule. We need to plot out a week with as much or as little detail as we’d like, selecting a specific time to write with the number of words we want to reach.

Technically, I was supposed to schedule the challenge for this week, but life got in the way and said, “Just kidding, you won’t be writing.”

Time for Plan B.
I’ll be making this schedule starting with Saturday {instead of Monday} and going until next Friday. (:

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*G = Goal,
*R= Reward,
*A = Additional Notes/Project Goal,
*T= Time {Start/End Time May Vary Within Time Slot}

 

~ Saturday

I am attending a write-in. I’d like to aim higher than I usually would.

G: Write a minimum of 3,000 words.

R: See a movie at the theater on Sunday.

A: Write 1,000 words for Teddy.

T: 2:00-11:00 PM

~ Sunday:

My schedule is already fairly busy. I’ll air on the side of caution with a lower minimum.

G: Write a minimum of 300 words.

R: Play zombies on Call of Duty and eat pizza.

A: Write 100 words for Teddy.

T: 8:00-10:00 AM

~ Monday:

I host prompt nights on Mondays, so I’d like to aim higher.

G: Write a minimum of 3,000 words.

R: Watch Supernatural.

A: Write 1,000 words for Teddy.

T: 12:00-10:00 PM

~ Tuesday:

It’s “Monday” for me. I tend to run on less sleep, so I’ll aim lower here as well.

G: Write a minimum of 300 words.

R: Buy a new Panda T-Shirt.

A: Write 100 words for Teddy.

T: 3:00-7:00 PM

~ Wednesday:

Ah, Wednesdays. They’re such a toss up for me. I’m going to set a medium-ish goal.

G: Write a minimum of 1,500 words.

R: Play pool on my break.

A: Write 500 words for Teddy.

T: 8:00-11:00 AM

~ Thursday:

Thursdays are the middle of my week and generally require me to head into work an hour earlier. I’ll set a lower goal here since my sleep schedule is typically a little strange.

G: Write a minimum of 300 words.

R: Buy a new movie on Vudu.

A: Write 100 words for Teddy.

T: 8:00-11:00 AM

~ Friday:

By Friday, I’m usually thinking about my weekend plans, but I’ll try to stay focused with a medium-ish goal.

G: Write a minimum of 1,500 words.

R: Get a Vanilla Bean Frappuccino with Extra Caramel. (:

A: Write 500 words for Teddy.

T: 7:00-11:00 AM

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There you have it!
My schedule for the next week.

I’m excited to see how this all turns out. Who knows! I might even dedicate a bullet journal to this sort of thing. (:

Make sure to check out the other participants and their schedules here.

Until Next Time,
Shay

 

My Goals, Writing, and A Commitment.

Hey there!

In this next blog challenge, we were asked to consider our goals for writing. You would think this would be easy, but it wasn’t. I had a hard time putting into words what it is I want. I had to set aside any notions within myself that I assumed were cliche and be honest. Isn’t that the point? If not, then why do it at all? So let’s get real, my darlings.

Here we go!

~*~

My Writing Goals:

~ Write something that creates an emotion within a reader. {Preferably positive.}
~ Have an avid fan of one {or more} of my works.
~ Maintain a consistent blog.
~ Get paid for writing something.
~ Publish a novel.
~ Finish: An October Midnight, Email Your Dreams and my {Untitled} Zombie Novel.
~ Edit Devastate and start on the sequel.
~ Write {possibly collab on} a horror anthology {or any genre, honestly}.

Why do you have a blog?

I have a blog because I have a vision.

It’s not grandiose.
Or unique from someone else’s.
It won’t change the world.
And yes, it’s probably been done before.

But it’s my vision.

I see images, scenes, and stories in my head that revolve around a character, or group of characters, that want their story told. Maybe somewhere out there in the world, someone else has an idea that’s similar to my characters and their stories.

But they’re not my characters.

I think about Iris and her commitment to her daughter even though her job is demanding and her city is under attack. Or Jade and her band of survivors in a post-apocalyptic world. Edgar’s soft heart and weakness to top off his addiction. Then there’s Sasha who wants to know the meaning of her dreams and Blair with her complicated relationship online. I think about Harper and her journey to college, Thea’s new adventure in space or even Sammi and Breah who are lost in a world of death.

Sure, you don’t know them.
But you should.

They have great tales to tell, and I feel it is my sole responsibility to share it for them. I have an enormous task ahead, but I know I can do it.

I have to.

What do you want to accomplish with it {your blog}?

My goal with my blog is simple.

– I want to share my characters and stories.
– I want to encourage other writers.
– I want to express myself one post at a time. (;

How exactly will that pan out?
I couldn’t tell you.

All I can do is try my hardest to put my characters on screen and hope that someone out there might want to read it. As for encouraging, I may never know that I did it, but maybe I’ve helped someone else in their writing endeavors too.

Why do you write?

I write because I want to explore my character’s journey. I hope that someone else will enjoy the adventure too, but ultimately, I write for me and my characters.

Where would you like to see yourself as a writer five years from now?

Five years from now, I am successfully writing every day.

I’ve been consistently blogging and have impacted someone with what content I have available. More than likely, I’ve edited Devastate and am working to finish my final edits with An October Midnight or Email Your Dreams. I know I won’t be finished with my {Untitled} Zombie Novel, but I’m close. (: I have also successfully written and published in a horror anthology.

Ten years from now?

Ten years from now, I have published a novel. Not quite sure which one it is yet, but one of them is out there for all the world to see.

I have continued my blogging, have a steady following, and impacted two people with something I’ve written. Devastate has been edited and its sequel is almost complete. An October Midnight and Email Your Dreams are hits that have been available for some time now. My {Untitled} Zombie Novel now has a name! Yay! And I’m rounding the corner of completion. Which, of course, means that I’ll be editing soon and it will be excellent! Oh, and I wrote another story for a collaboration concerning another anthology. Woohoo! I’m on fire.

Plus!
I’ve started something else. More details to come in the future.

~*~

Well, now that this is out there for the world to see, I have some real steps that need to be taken to get here. {Was this the point all along? Haha.} I can’t wait until I can repost this as my status for a blog because all of the things are true. Here’s to a future of ten years that include writing, me succeeding in my goals, and you all still enjoying my content. Who knows, we may even have a name like Galacta-Pandas or something by then. (;

Head over here, here, and here to see everyone else’s goals before you go.

Until Next Time,
-Shay