Friday, October 13, 2017

It's Autumn Again!

That means it's time for pumpkin pie, pumpkin spice, pumpkin coffee, pumpkin muffins...cloves, cinnamon, and ginger...bursts of gold and orange and burnt sienna...scarecrows, corn mazes, Halloween, hoodies, cider...I love it all, I'm so glad it's here! And I just noticed that I haven't put up an ad in a few weeks, so...*trumpet fanfare* HERE YOU GO!  We always get a boost on sales when I put up an ad, so go forth and tell your friends!  Or buy your own!

Sunday, August 20, 2017

The Path Ecliptic (or Psychotic)

The eclipse is coming, the eclipse is coming!  It’s Eclipse 2017 Weekend, everyone, the time when the orbits of moon and sun bring them close enough to give each other a wicked high-five.  It’s gonna be cool.  It’s also time for people to completely lose their fucking minds. 

Traffic is already jacked up, and it’s only Sunday.  Grocery stores are wiped clean of bread, milk, toilet paper, and water.  Cops are warning people to keep their pot stashes at home and not to park on the highways.  Aliens are coming.    

Okay, look.  I know it’s been decades since a total eclipse of this magnitude has crossed the U.S.  But thanks to social media, the pilgrimage to “totality cities” around the country makes for laughable fodder.  Consider the following ridiculousness:

  • Children won't watch the eclipse; they will instead be kept in classrooms because they Won’t Listen to Directions!  (Read about the attempts to THINK ABOUT THE CHILDREN here.)
  • Astrologers, those fortune-telling mages that can’t even predict the price of a candy bar correctly, tell us that the eclipse is coming after Donald Trump and the U.S.A. (Read about this celestial kidnapping here.)
  • Aliens, Sasquatch, and his buddy "Sunsquatch" will appear out of nowhere.  Also, the planet Nibaru will destroy the Earth after the eclipse.  (Read about this sci-fi awesomeness here.)
  • People ask terribly stupid questions, like “Can we reschedule the eclipse, I have plans that day” or “How did Wyoming get picked for totality?”  I've also been told Disney World patrons are asking if there will be a special viewing area.  These people vote.  No wonder the country is screwed.  (Read about this here. The Disney World comment doesn't appear because I was told about it personally.  No, really.)
  • There are pages and pages on how to view the eclipse.  There are glasses available everywhere.  Bob’s Grocery Store has eclipse glasses.  And no, you can’t watch the eclipse with 3-D glasses.  (Read about this blindness-inducing stupidity here.)  If people don’t know by now that you can’t look at the sun directly during an eclipse, there is no hope for the human race, and maybe those astrologers are right, after all.
  • And my personal favorite:  The 2017 Solar Eclipse is racist because the path is going over Trump voter states only.  The utter unfairness of it all can be read here.  I think this should be on a T-shirt.  


Make Eclipses Great Again!
Personally, I’m staying home and planning my viewing with my husband's little welding glass square, but I’ll watch most of it on TV.  You guys say hi to Elvis and E.T. for me.  

-- Rebecca

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Book IV Is Here!

After months of exhausting work (lol), Rya and Becca are happy to bring you Part IV of the Dragonspawn Legacy, Dragonspawn Catalyst!  Click on our "Purchase Our Books" button and scroll through the synopses - at the bottom of each synopsis are links to the most popular stores to purchase from.  Thanks for your continued loyalty - tell 'em Jase and Tash sent ya!


Saturday, April 8, 2017

Soothing the Savage Beast

About a year ago, I put up a blog about Writer’s Block and how I break through it when I’m writing.  I mentioned the Zone, that lovely Zen place in which words flow out of my fingers like magic, and I’m in a kind of hypnotic state with my ears full of music.  Because music, my friends, is my wingman. 

When I was a senior in high school, I took an Advanced Placement course in Music Listening.  It was probably the best class I’ve ever taken.  The teacher taught us all how to listen – really listen – to the classical songs she’d play on her old record player.  She’d turn out the lights, make us put our heads down on the desk, and immerse ourselves in the chords and the arpeggios, and visualize the violins on the left and the woodwinds on the right.  It was the one class that I completely aced and earned me one full set of college credits when I took the AP test.

I like all music (well, except for that rap crap, which is rape to my ears), but there’s only one kind I listen to when I write.  I’m not talking any music that you sing along to.  That interrupts the flow.  I’m talking about soundtrack scores.  I’ve been a John Williams fan since I first saw Star Wars.  Who doesn’t know that soaring, familiar theme?  He’s also the magician behind Raiders of the Lost Ark (I know every single note of this soundtrack, including percussion), E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial, and Home Alone.  He has been my muse for many, many years, and to this day remains one of the jewels in my triple crown of soundtrack scores.  The others are the late, great John Barry (Somewhere in Time, Out of Africa, The Deep, etc.) and the Wagner-esque dynamo that is Maestro Hans Zimmer (Inception, Chris Nolan’s Batman trilogy, The DaVinci Code, etc.).  And Ramin Djawadi is standing by with all six seasons of Game of Thrones on a velvet pillow, just waiting for me to grab one of them…Season 6 is my favorite so far.

When I sit down to write a new section, I prefer long stretches of music without any real perceivable melody, just 10-minute passages of soothing violin, piano, and synthesizer…Okay, okay, so things like Star Wars and Raiders of the Lost Ark have a melody.  But those are recognizable enough that you are tapping your foot in time to the music, and picturing scenes from the movie.  I’m talking tracks that get into your head and your imagination takes root.  I can close my eyes, detach my brain stem from the rest of my body, and literally let my fingers do the walking across my keyboard. 

Here are some of my favorites.

Hans Zimmer – "Chevaliers de Sangreal" from The DaVinci Code.  
My eyes slide shut of their own accord to absorb this.  Quite possibly one of the most perfect tracks ever written.

Hans Zimmer – "Time" from Inception.  This movie was fucking epic to begin with, and the entire soundtrack is on my writing playlist.  This track, however, got me through the aftermath of a difficult battle scenes.

John Williams – "The Fortress of Solitude" from Superman.  One of the products of my teen years.  I used to play it on my stereo to fall asleep.  I was usually out by the 6:00 mark.  The end of it used to wake me, though, dammit...but today, it is a one-way ticket to the Zone.

John Barry – Theme from Somewhere in Time.  If there is a movie out there that will make me cry every damned time I see it, it's this one.  This particular track holds a very special place in my heart and I always break it out for love scenes.

Ramin Djawadi – "Mhysa" from Game of Thrones, Season 3.  Damn.  Just...damn.  When you need a heroic return from battle scene, here's your boy, serving it up.

Lee Holdridge – "Finale from East of Eden."  It took me 9 goddamn years to find out what this song was called.  (This was before the wonders of smartphones and apps like Shazam.)  David Copperfield used it in his 1991 TV special (Flying - Live the Dream) and I scoured Tower Records for it.  I love it so much that I used it as our entrance music at our wedding reception.  Another good one for romantic scenes.


Vangelis – "Pinta, Nina, Santa Maria (Into Eternity)" from 1492: Conquest of Paradise.  When you need a long stretch of uninterrupted writing time, and need to send your imagination winging...this 13-minute track is the best.  


I can’t believe some of the stuff that comes out of my head when it’s soothed by these guys.  

At any rate, I’m listening to Hans Zimmer's Interstellar right now and my fingers are itching.  I’m off to the Zone.  Downbeat, Maestro…one new chapter coming up.

- Rebecca





Saturday, March 4, 2017

Saints and Begorrah!


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Friday, February 24, 2017

Spring Cleaning


It’s been a while since I got a second to post in here, and I thought I’d better before Google decides it’s an empty warehouse and yanks it from their servers.  I’ve been cleaning.  It’s been eye-opening.  And eye-watering, from all the dust.

Ever wonder how you accumulate so much crap over the years?  I know there’s such a thing as keeping things for sentimental reasons, but seriously…how many family Christmas cards do you need to open and sigh over before you have enough boxes of them to build a jet hanger?  How many stuffed animals do you need to coo over (“Ohhhh, look at widdle teddy!”) before widdle teddy smothers you one night in your sleep?  Last week I just had to grab my past by its balls – or whatever appendage it has – and say, in the immortal words of Queen Elsa of Arendelle, “Let It Go.”

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Get that crap outta my house.
The purge began slowly, and the first thing that went was probably 15 years of dust on my desk in the hallway.  Hey, I don’t dust unless I absolutely have to.  With three cats in the house, it’s fruitless.  So, armed with my trusty vacuum cleaner (which scares the living shit out of the cats, and kept them out of my way), I sucked up nearly an entire canister of dust, dead stinkbugs, and unidentifiable sprinklings of questionable substances.  Then I went through 2 bottles of Pledge Multi-Surface Cleaner Spray – which just let me spray everything because I was too damned lazy to go find the Windex and Old English and all the other cleaners – and several dusting cloths, which had to be thrown away because God knows my laundry machine would have run screaming for hills when it saw the amount of crud it was to clean off of these things. 

Two days later, I had four boxes of old video tapes that we hadn’t watched in years, another of books that had lost their charm (seriously, who reads The Chronicles of Narnia in chronological order?), stuffed animals, jewelry I never wear, old tools, stationery (remember how we used to write actual letters to people?), and lots and lots of other stuff.  I was pretty proud of my accomplishment and was ready to turn everything in to Goodwill that afternoon.  But in this cleaning journey, I found out that even though letting go of some of your past is necessary, other parts of it just have to stay.

I found out that I had several miniature piano figurines, two of which were matching music boxes that played “Memory” from Cats.  One of them has my name engraved on it.  I have no idea who gave them to me, but when I wound one up and it tinkled out that lovely song, I cleaned it and set it back on the shelf. Another had gorgeous Chinese enamel that had been buried under the aforementioned dust, and was lined with golden silk.  Inside was a charm pendant with my initials carved on it, which I realized my mother had given me for my high school graduation.  I always wondered what had happened to it, and always assumed it had fallen off of one of my necklaces.  Needless to say, that went into my jewelry box immediately.

Underneath the clutter on my desk (which included my Bingo basket, a Mickey Mouse hat, and a small fire extinguisher, for starters) were several of those little cards they give out at funeral homes when you go to a viewing.  I can never throw these away, it just seems wrong to do so.  I always put them in my big desk Bible, along with obituaries, in the section with Psalm 23, so that's where these went too.

A box under my desk was covered in cobwebs and dust.  Inside was every award I have ever won at work, including pictures of me receiving such awards with old bosses, some of whom have died.  They were restacked in the now-clean box, and the pictures were carefully stored in a folder beside them.   

Two old dolls on one of the bookshelves were dressed in Disney princess gowns that I’d purchased back in the late 90’s.  The dresses were so covered in dust that they needed to be vacuumed off, and they pretty much disintegrated when I tried.  I remembered I had a box somewhere with these dolls’ dresses in it – something I’ve had since I was 7 years old and hadn’t opened in God knows when.  After about 20 minutes of searching, I finally found it, under my bed, and it was hilarious to see the old “Keep Out!  This Means You!” signs and stickers I had all over it.  Inside were three old baby blankets – one that my grandmother had knitted, and two that my sister used to use in her doll pram when we were very little.  There were all the clothes, all made by my grandmother – capes, dresses, shoes.  I sat there for a long time, unfolding and holding up little doll dresses.  I also saw there were miniature dolls tucked in the corner, swaddled, with heads on a Swiss-dotted doll pram pillow, and wee little stuffed animals – a bunny and a chick – “sleeping” beside them, and recalled that all of my dolls used to have dolls and toys of their own.  They were still tucked in.  They’d been like that for years.  I suddenly had a childish impulse that if I moved them, I’d wake them up, and I couldn’t bear to do that.

I found two little matching dresses and took a long time dressing these old dolls, combing their hair, putting on their shoes.  I put them back in their holders and set them back on the book case and on impulse, I stuck their hands together.  I swear they smiled at me.  A week later, they’re still holding hands, and I smile back as I walk past.

Memories are something, aren’t they? 

And yes, I found about 10 family Christmas cards…and yes, they’re going in the box in the shed.  I have two boxes full, and this one’s about full.  Some things just can’t be tossed.  Guess I’d better start on that jet hanger.

Enjoy your own spring cleaning journey.

--Rebecca

Monday, November 21, 2016

New Covers!

Check out our new covers, y'all!  We decided to go with uniformity - one of our new characters has ouroboros tattoos, and a friend of ours thought that would make a good frame.  So we give you the new Dragonscale look...Sweet, eh?


Book IV's cover will be a sweet shade of blue.  Enjoy!
--Rebecca