Had a shitty ISP for 3 WHOLE weeks…but it popped back on this morning all by itself. Guess when the engineer was finally set to make an appearance? Yep, this afternoon between 1-6pm. He’s still coming. So hopefully he won’t screw up what they haven’t fixed… 
Hope I’m still here later…
So everything has ground to halt as general and annoying lurgy has wiped me out. I’m typing in between really irritating coughing.
I think I’m going to have to put my EC jewel sub on ice and concentrate on the Samhain anthology sub I want to finish. I’m lucky to write anything at the minute and the anthology sub is further along than the EC sub. Plus I have until 15 May to get the Samhain one finished up (I’m at 17.5k).
Now I need tablets and tea *sigh*
I haven’t blogged for a while as it’s been Samwise’s birthday week. Yes, he has a birthday week and it’s not over yet.
The Ent’s family came over last Saturday and we toddled off to Crosby beach to gawp at the iron men. Then later in the week, came Samwise’s birthday with nursery school cake and sweeties followed by presents at home.
That night we went off to she Omid Djalili. Just about stayed awake. Who thought a small boy’s fourth birthday could be so tiring?
Thursday was Frodo’s MRI scan. He managed to complete it without an anaesthetic, which we were really pleased about. And on the Friday was his six joint assessment. They decided rather quickly, it seemed to us, that Frodo is now on the spectrum. This after the assessment six weeks ago where it was stated that diagnosis wasn’t as important as meeting his needs. So we’ll see on this one… 
Frodo also went to a school disco after school. The Ent took him and he said Frodo had a great time.
And today…we got the letter that said Samwise will go to Frodo’s school in September. Big relief all round *grin*
So…there’s only tomorrow left and that’s Samwise’s birthday party at Yellow Sub. I think both The Ent and I need to sleep for a week, lol
Oh..and I wrote a bit too.
How long did it take me to realise what this was advertising? Weeks, lol
I was chatting last night about my Sven wips and someone asked me how I keep all the characters straight, as I often jump between wips.
I realised that the characters are just ‘there’ in my head. They seem to hang off their name. I can see what they look like and ‘feel’ their character. Don’t ask me what that means, I’m not too sure myself. I know what they would and wouldn’t say, how they feel about the other characters and what mess I’ve made of their lives, lol I know that Patrick from Fracture is a completely different entity from Cam, the hero of Pure Bond. It’s there as I think/type there name.
It also made me very aware of the fact that I am crappy at analysing my own stories, breaking them down and working out exactly what’s going on. I’m seriously envious of people who rattle off a systematic breakdown of what’s going on in every scene, how they point out how a certain section pushes the story this why or that.
I just can’t get my head around it. And believe me, I’ve tried! The plot and characters are an amorphous blob living in my head that I give shape to with words. Ask me anything more about it and I’ll just look at you like a slack-jawed yokel *sigh*
…might be a little crazy.
Frodo has to be assessed by all sorts of specialists - hurrah, something might happen to get him support in school - have an MRI and generally days will be taken up taking him places.
And in less than a fortnight is Samwise’s 4th birthday. And we have to prep for the party he’s having.
So if you’re wondering where I am… See above *grin*
I got a phonecall this morning from Parent Partnershop just before I had to pick Samwise up from pre-school
Our Education Authority has agreed to assess Frodo for a statement, without dragging it to a Tribunal. Yay. They must have realised that it will cost them more to hold what is effectively a court hearing than to assess Frodo. And with his vast amount of documented history, showing no action from anyone, they also must have had an attack of common sense…
I know. I’m stunned too
The Phenomena Authors (Dawn Montgomery, Michelle Hasker and Kim Knox) plus Maura Anderson chat with you Monday 31 March at Realms of Love.
The Phenomena Authors say this about themselves:
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1. Things that are out of the ordinary and excite people’s interest and curiosity
2. Things that are considered to be, truly extraordinary and marvellous
Well enough about us *grin*
oh and 3. Facts or occurrences that can be observed especially when lol funny
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What? Something about this song always gets my adrenalin going…and I need that right now. As my 28th century heroes got to slay themselves some dragon…
And of course, something about safari didn’t quite gel…so I had to post this the awkward way, lol
Anyway the link is www.bitstrips.com if you want to waste oodles of time…
The hobbits stayed at Grandma Gandalf’s tonight, so The Ent is bonding with his own kind as he lays down a hardwood floor in the playroom.
And I got to write. Yay. Fracture hit 36k and I got hit between the eyes with an idea for 3 30k novellas *sigh*. They have a working title of Sous Chef, lmao and I have about 600 words on the first one.
So, I’m looking at Fracture and in a complete coincidence Sky One has started showing Stargate Atlantis again. What’s this got to do with anything, you cry?
Well, something about John Sheppard inspires the hero of Fracture and my subconscious is telling me to watch it. Honest, I have no say in it. At all… *smirk*
Anyway, as The Master slinks away to the background (no burning pyre for him, thank you very much) I get to play with Shep Icons again.
I got Lost Gods finished, the synopsis written and it all subbed. Yay
The current count for it is 50 890. So that’s two subs since Sven began on 1 March *grin*. I have an EC Jewel story that has to be in by 1 May but in the meantime I’m going to see if I can get a handle on another bugbear story, Fracture.
It would be nice to sub that in about three weeks time *grin*
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–pauses for new breath–
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Hobbits got in the way of flashing this Friday, lol, so here’s a snippet from the latest wip being prepped for submission. Oh and there’s a naughty word in the mix. You have been warned…
Lost Gods
(c) 2008 Kim Knox
Another question gnawed at my gut, almost souring the rich food in my mouth. I swallowed. “How long was I in that tube, James?”
His face became solemn and his fingers tightened around the stem of the glass. “I can’t be certain. Twenty years. Maybe thirty.”
Thirty years? And no one had thought to look for me, only this sharp-suited stranger. My mouth dried and a dull headache started to thud against my temple. I sipped at cool tea, wetting my parched lips. “So you’re still interested in such ancient information?”
“You’d be amazed at what I’m interested in.”
The promise in his voice flushed heat under my skin. Sweat edged my brow. I rubbed my jaw, trying to ease the sudden ache throbbing there. The reaction to James had me unsettled. Was it my overreaction or was he deliberately playing me?
I sat back, let out a slow breath… but the bead of sweat ran from my temple to course my jaw. It made no sense. I tugged at the tabs securing my suit, letting the fabric drop open at my throat and chest. Shit, it was hot.
James gaze followed the expanse of my bared flesh and his tongue tip wet his lips. “Something I said?”
I snorted. “Thirty years in a tube? Aren’t I a little old for you?”
He leaned forward and the sinful smile lurking on his mouth had my flesh tight. “Katya, you’re just right.” He lifted his glass to his lips and drained the rest of his drink. When he put it down again, his eyes had a hard intensity that filled me with the need to fight, not fuck him. “Very right.”
I drew in air and it tasted dry, used. Now discomfort burned instead of lust. James Kinsare had me completely thrown. Drinking what was left of my cooled tea didn’t help with the heat, either.
I wiped my lips and dropped the knife and fork across my plate. My pulse thudded. I rubbed at my temple and found it hard to concentrate. What the hell had he done to me? Something caught in the corner of my eye. A faded red light pulsed high on the far wall above a sealed doorway. On automatic, I found more of them around the refectory, each one glowing red.
It wasn’t James. It was worse than that.
Red.
Bad.
My head swirled. I pinched at my eyes and tried to think. I had the symptoms of something. I wasn’t a doctor, but I knew this. Knew it.
James dropped his glass, it bounced off the edge of the table and shattered on the metal floor. His head fell forward into his hands.
Dizzy. Cramping. Sweaty. We were sitting on an artificial platform… Shit. Shit! “James. Move. ” I lurched to my feet and grabbed his arm. “We’re venting air!”
Back from a weekend away with The Ent’s family. All of us were pretty knackered and just past out last night, lol
We pottered about Clitheroe and went to Blackpool on Sunday to see the Doctor Who Exhibition there. Most of it was fairly ropey, old stuff and they one displayed a few items from series one, but the shop was good *grin*
I didn’t get much written over the weekend - 95 words - so Awakening has just crawled over 8k. And that’s the amount I wrote for Sven for last week. Last Wednesday when 200 words struggled out, I thought I’d end the week on 3k if I was lucky. So I’m happy.
No one knows better than Alexis Donovan how the universe turns around IAS patrols. You play or you’re spaced. When she’s given an offer she can’t refuse, she has no choice but to bring in the bounty, alive. A mark’s a mark, right? But what’s a girl to do when the man she has to bring in is the man who haunts her sleep at night?
A courier exchange gone wrong has sent Mack Hernandez into a whirlwind of chaos. Torn from the family he tried to save and thrust into Spaceport Adana, he does what he can to survive. An incredible encounter… or two… with a bounty hunter has him walking a fine line between life and death. What starts out as a struggle for freedom between the two sends them careening headfirst into a cover-up big enough to blow the Haze patrol sector apart.
When the heat turns on and the adrenaline rides high, can they keep their hearts strong and steady?
I wrote 4k on my Nocturne Bite yesterday and I’m steaming ahead this morning…so it’s just a quickie today *grin*
The Wait
(c)2008 Kim Knox
I must wait.
My long vision focused up into dull silver sky. A carrion bird cut its wings through the air, the splatter of blood still rich and red on its hooked beak. Beads of scent drifted on a cool breeze and I fought the tantalising copper tang of animal blood, denied its magic on my body.
I must wait for Maro. My skin crawled with the consequences of disobeying him.
I pulled at a long grass stalk and slid my thumbnail down its length, feeling the outer skin split and the cold juices spill on to my skin. It calmed me. As it had always done.
I am… no was… a member of the Imperial Guard. The Guard was an elite force; turned, twisted by Sorcery into an army that held the Lands together. But that was long ago. Several mortal lifetimes, I think. The Guard never needed much of a memory. It was a blessing.
Because of this, I don’t remember how the Empire fell apart. I know that I fought. My memory is a haze of red, thick with the power of blood. Then Maro had charge of me. I try not to think of him as my master… but that’s difficult. He was my Commander before the Fall; given more brains, more self control.
I’m a grunt. Designed to obey.
And so I must wait.
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