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BLOGWORDS – Wednesday 29 November 2017 – SPECIAL EDITION – NANOWRIMO

SPECIAL EDITION – NANOWRIMO

“I would return again someday, at least I prayed I might. I prayed both that my friends wouldn’t search for me, and that they would. I told them not to come after me; I hoped they would.”

 

 

When I say I don’t get sick, I really mean I don’t get sick! And when I do it SUCKS! Am better but all my energy has been focused on the launch tomorrow! And after tomorrow, my focus will be on #TheSilentSongofWinter—which with NaNo, I’m now nearly half-way through!

 

I would love for all of you to join me tomorrow for my Facebook Launch Party for The Tilting Leaves of Autumn! Thursday the 30th from 1:00 – 3:00.

https://www.facebook.com/events/282970782230444/

(not live, of course, til party time!)

 

Hope to see you there!

 

I love how these stories are overlapping and intertwining, each new one going back to the previous ones, and tying them all together! Can’t wait to get to Simone’s story—The Whispering Winds of Spring!  #May2018

 

 

 

“I’ve always had voices—er, stories in my head. I once said I should write them all down so someone could write them someday. I had no idea at the time that someone was me!”

 

 

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https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7808042.Robin_E_Mason

 

 

“the battle for identity, one story at a time”

 

 

 

#Blogwords, Special Edition, #NaNoWriMo, Seasons, The Long Shadows of Summer, The Tilting Leaves of Autumn, The Silent Song of Winter, The Whispering Woods of Spring

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BLOGWORDS – Wednesday 29 November 2017 – WREADING WEDNESDAY – FEATURED BOOK EXCERPT – THE TILTING LEAVES OF AUTUMN

WREADING WEDNESDAY – FEATURED BOOK EXCERPT – THE TILTING LEAVES OF AUTUMN

 

 

#WreadingWednedsay is now dedicated to ‘wreading’ bits and excerpts from my books!

 

I wandered the passage abovestairs, looking for Mamá’s rooms. Always I had been welcomed there. Always Mamá would sing to me and put a pretty necklace or brooch or bracelet on me and twirl me around to a silent symphony. Papá would take her hand, and they would waltz while I sat on the bed watching, enraptured by the movement and the love in their eyes.

Mamá was gone, though, and I missed her terribly. I sought something of her to cling to, something to bring her to me, if only for a moment.

The door was ajar, neither opened as it always had been, nor was it closed. I pushed gently on the massive wood door and peeked inside. Morning sun filtered through drawn drapes not fully closed, dust motes dancing on the sunbeam. The room was eerily still but Mamá’s scent lingered and drew me in.

I went to her jewel box and caressed my finger across it, drawing no dust. Glancing over my shoulder I hoisted myself up to her velvet padded bench. I picked up her hair brush and ran it through my own unruly locks. I sniffed at her perfume and tears welled in my eyes.

Oh, when I lifted the lid of the silver box! The hazy sunlight made the gems there to sparkle and glow, and I could almost see her smile. I lifted one piece then another, remembering.

“GET OUT!” Papá jerked me so hard I knocked the box on the floor, spilling all the brilliant memories. “Never touch those things.”

His indecision to return Mamá’s box to its place or to give me a sound beating was my escape. In my terror, I was confused and ran the wrong way down the corridor. I was quickly turned around and found myself in an unfamiliar, narrow passage with doors at both ends. Pressing forward, I pulled open the door at the far end.

The burgundy carpet. I had seen that before. I had heard Serella’s name here.

Holding my shoulder against the pain that ravaged it, I made my way down the dark hallway to an open door. I was where I had heard Serella being reprimanded for not doing her lessons.

“Hello.” A girl who looked just like me, only older, tilted her head and stared at me. “Who are you?”

“Scarlett!” Papá’s voice bellowed.

The door slammed shut and I pounded my way to the end of the corridor. There was a window but no door. No escape. It was the first time he beat me.

And the last time he was my papá.

 

 

 

#Blogwords, Wreading Wednesday, Featured Book Except, The Tilting Leaves of Autumn, Peppermint Drops, Seasons, The Long Shadows of Summer, Seasons, The Silent Song of Winter, The Whispering Winds of Spring

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BLOGWORDS – Tuesday 28 November 2017 – SPECIAL EDITION – NANOWRIMO

SPECIAL EDITION – NANOWRIMO

“I would return again someday, at least I prayed I might. I prayed both that my friends wouldn’t search for me, and that they would. I told them not to come after me; I hoped they would.”

 

Yes, #authordown! aka #authorsick! Yes, author sick! Pushing for the Big Launch on Thursday n then it’s #authortotallydown on Friday! Total veg day!

 

 

I would love for all of you to join me next week for my Facebook Launch Party for The Tilting Leaves of Autumn! Thursday the 30th from 1:00 – 3:00.

https://www.facebook.com/events/282970782230444/

(not live, of course, til party time!)

 

 

PLUS, Launch Day Kindle Specials!

 

I love how these stories are overlapping and intertwining, each new one going back to the previous ones, and tying them all together! Can’t wait to get to Simone’s story—The Whispering Winds of Spring#May2018

 

“I’ve always had voices—er, stories in my head. I once said I should write them all down so someone could write them someday. I had no idea at the time that someone was me!”

 

 

http://robinemason.com

https://robinsnest212.wordpress.com/

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Robin-E-Mason-Author-Artist/224223274404877
http://www.amazon.com/Robin-E.-Mason/e/B00MR5IQ9S
https://twitter.com/amythyst212
http://www.pinterest.com/amythyst212/

https://plus.google.com/u/0/108929134414473292325

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7808042.Robin_E_Mason

 

 

“the battle for identity, one story at a time”

 

 

 

#Blogwords, Special Edition, #NaNoWriMo, Seasons, The Long Shadows of Summer, The Tilting Leaves of Autumn, The Silent Song of Winter, The Whispering Woods of Spring

 

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BLOGWORDS – Monday 27 November 2017 – SPECIAL EDITION – NANOWRIMO

SPECIAL EDITION – NANOWRIMO

“I would return again someday, at least I prayed I might. I prayed both that my friends wouldn’t search for me, and that they would. I told them not to come after me; I hoped they would.”

 

I didn’t think the holidays would take the toll they did—but it was so worth it! Thanksgiving dinner with family on Friday, birthday falderal for my oldest son on Saturday, another birthday for a one year old on Sunday (I bailed, exhausted and so much yet to do.)

 

And there’s this stupid crud that feels like it wants to be bronchitis!!  Um, NOOOO!!! CANNOT HAPPEN!!!

 

Details coming together for the big launch on Thursday—including new covers for my unsavory series books. How ‘bout a sneak peek??

 

 

I would love for all of you to join me next week for my Facebook Launch Party for The Tilting Leaves of Autumn! Thursday the 30th from 1:00 – 3:00.

https://www.facebook.com/events/282970782230444/

(not live, of course, til party time!)

 

Hope to see you there!

 

 

 

I love how these stories are overlapping and intertwining, each new one going back to the previous ones, and tying them all together! Can’t wait to get to Simone’s story—The Whispering Winds of Spring!  #May2018

 

“I’ve always had voices—er, stories in my head. I once said I should write them all down so someone could write them someday. I had no idea at the time that someone was me!”

 

 

http://robinemason.com

https://robinsnest212.wordpress.com/

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Robin-E-Mason-Author-Artist/224223274404877
http://www.amazon.com/Robin-E.-Mason/e/B00MR5IQ9S
https://twitter.com/amythyst212
http://www.pinterest.com/amythyst212/

https://plus.google.com/u/0/108929134414473292325

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7808042.Robin_E_Mason

 

 

“the battle for identity, one story at a time”

 

 

 

#Blogwords, Special Edition, #NaNoWriMo, Seasons, The Long Shadows of Summer, The Tilting Leaves of Autumn, The Silent Song of Winter, The Whispering Woods of Spring

 

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BLOGWORDS – Wednesday 22 November 2017 – SPECIAL EDITION – NANOWRIMO

SPECIAL EDITION – NANOWRIMO

“I would return again someday, at least I prayed I might. I prayed both that my friends wouldn’t search for me, and that they would. I told them not to come after me; I hoped they would.”

 

Rough week, real life running, uh, interference…

 

#NaNoWriMo #NaNo2017 #amwriting

 

I would love for all of you to join me next week for my Facebook Launch Party for The Tilting Leaves of Autumn! Thursday the 30th from 1:00 – 3:00.

https://www.facebook.com/events/282970782230444/

(not live, of course, til party time!)

 

Hope to see you there!

 

I love how these stories are overlapping and intertwining, each new one going back to the previous ones, and tying them all together! Can’t wait to get to Simone’s story—The Whispering Winds of Spring!  #May2018

 

 

 

“I’ve always had voices—er, stories in my head. I once said I should write them all down so someone could write them someday. I had no idea at the time that someone was me!”

 

 

http://robinemason.com

https://robinsnest212.wordpress.com/

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Robin-E-Mason-Author-Artist/224223274404877
http://www.amazon.com/Robin-E.-Mason/e/B00MR5IQ9S
https://twitter.com/amythyst212
http://www.pinterest.com/amythyst212/

https://plus.google.com/u/0/108929134414473292325

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7808042.Robin_E_Mason

 

 

“the battle for identity, one story at a time”

 

 

 

#Blogwords, Special Edition, #NaNoWriMo, Seasons, The Long Shadows of Summer, The Tilting Leaves of Autumn, The Silent Song of Winter, The Whispering Woods of Spring

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BLOGWORDS – Wednesday 22 November 2017 – WREADING WEDNESDAY – FEATURED BOOK EXCERPT – THE TILTING LEAVES OF AUTUMN

WREADING WEDNESDAY – FEATURED BOOK EXCERPT – THE TILTING LEAVES OF AUTUMN

 

#WreadingWednedsay is now dedicated to ‘wreading’ bits and excerpts from my books!

 

These past days had been most busy. A different busyness to what I was used to. Up at dawn—or before—cleaning and scrubbing all the day long. Tending my children in the midst of drudgery. Wearing myself ragged to uphold Fontaine’s standards.

And of course, being ready at a moment’s notice to magically transform into a companion fit for his… associates.

This had been a different busy. A whirlwind, but enjoyable. Teasing me closer to the dream. Unraveling the sense of impossibility.

Still, I reveled in moments alone, and today I walked aimlessly in the brisk gray day. I paused at the gazebo, breathing in the pungent odor of the loamy earth beyond. A foul smell, it was comforting to me in its familiarity.

Versailles was the logical destination. But by virtue of its familiarity, I did not want to go there. Besides, Simone was often there and I needed solitude. The boardwalk split off, though, in the direction of Quexo. The village was well hidden, and to the unsuspecting eye, the trail simply led into the woods.

Saisons Plantation was at the far end of the boardwalk, but surely I could not go there. Not for solitude. There was never a time when there wasn’t some commotion, even if a ladies tea, proper in form; it was busy.

I turned on Pierpont Street, one street shy of Congaree Street. Congaree, the short street that ran the border of the Dubois property. The street where Pearl’s townhouse stood. Had I not been in such need of solitude, I might have tried Pearl’s door again. It was tempting even so, knowing she’d not grant me admittance. But I was halfway along Pierpont, nearing the Charleston Highway, and the small path to the canal.

The canal had always been my place of refuge. High ground running between pastures on one side and murky water on the other. And beyond the canal, wide open fields and woods.

I hadn’t gone far when I came to ‘The Falls.’ Nothing more than several large stones in the water, but the current swirled and gurgled, and to our childish minds as girls, it was a grand waterfall. The stones made an easy crossing.

Loose in the expanse before me I breathed deep. A cleansing, I felt nearly as though gossamer wings lifted me. Light as air, I made my way across the raw untamed land. There was no path here, no one had existed here before. No one but me.

And yet I did not feel alone. I felt no threat of danger, only a safety and comfort. I breathed deep, a sweet aroma filling my nostrils and lungs. I plucked some Queen Anne’s Lace, it’s pungent spicy scent tickling my nose. On a whim I loosed my hair and wove the flowers into my curls.

I felt dangerous. I felt daring. I felt at peace.

And I did not feel alone.

There was no sense I was being watched. My skin didn’t prickle and my breath didn’t quicken, as though I were being followed. No. I felt wrapped in a safe presence, angelic perhaps, gossamer wings leading me, guiding me.

I came to the edge of the woods, and still I did not turn back. It was early afternoon; I had hours yet of sunlight.

The trees were thick, a carpet of brown and gold at my feet, a canopy of green fronds above,  gray strands of Spanish moss dangling on the cool breeze. Undergrowth was thin, but it tugged on my gray twill skirt. I felt as though I were being led, though by whom or what I didn’t know. I knew only the urging within my soul to press on.

A small ridge, hidden at first, appeared, rising away from the trees. I could see farmland beyond, houses and barns speckling the brown land. The ridge was rocky but smooth, a footpath evident along its way. I turned north and it rose further still. No great height, but sufficient to see above the trees, across the distance I had just come.

I could see all of Saisons from her. Bastille House and Vineyards, withered and choking as they were. I could make out the shapes of homes and buildings of Saisons, and beyond the grand elegant house of Ashley Santee Plantation. The great oak trees that welcomed all to Saison House obscured all beyond, but they rose in greeting as if waving to me from a distance.

The pinnacle of the ridge was a large rock, smoothed by rain and wind. I sat on it and breathed the sweet pine tingled air. My lungs cleared of all maliforous vapors, my senses undulled. My thoughts both spun and calmed.

And still, I was not alone.

I didn’t stir. I didn’t seek who was with me. I didn’t question.

I rested. I basked. I healed.

Chief Winyah’s words had been my constant companion since that day with Simone in the village. I had written them, but they were engraved in my mind.

 

           You have many questions and many dark secrets. But you have much fear also. The fear, it rules over you and steals from you any hope for the future. You have dreams but you have let the fear take them from you.

           You must find your answers to be truly free. You have your questions yet you know where to seek your answers. You know where to find your answers.

           What you seek is where you have left it.

 

The fear dissipated in the presence of my… company. Questions that had roiled through my mind settled, taking obedient form like school children called to attention. My secrets even seemed less heavy, less dark.

And I felt for the first time I could embrace this future Donal now clung to. I felt I could stand by his side not only as his wife, but as his partner and the lady of his house. Lady of my own home.

I rose, my head high, my posture carrying me. The pride I had seen in Tante, not of arrogance but of confidence, now settled over me as… as the gossamer wings.

 

 

 

#Blogwords, Wreading Wednesday, Featured Book Except, The Tilting Leaves of Autumn, Peppermint Drops, Seasons, The Long Shadows of Summer, Seasons, The Silent Song of Winter, The Whispering Winds of Spring

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BLOGWORDS – Tuesday 21 November 2017 – SPECIAL EDITION – NANOWRIMO

SPECIAL EDITION – NANOWRIMO

“I would return again someday, at least I prayed I might. I prayed both that my friends wouldn’t search for me, and that they would. I told them not to come after me; I hoped they would.”

 

Yes, #authordown! A big let-down after feeling so great the past few days. Double let-down after my WC on Saturday and Sunday!

Still, 1261 is a decent WC and it’s better than some days I’ve had recently….

 

I love how these stories are overlapping and intertwining, each new one going back to the previous ones, and tying them all together! Can’t wait to get to Simone’s story—The Whispering Winds of Spring#May2018

 

“I’ve always had voices—er, stories in my head. I once said I should write them all down so someone could write them someday. I had no idea at the time that someone was me!”

 

 

http://robinemason.com

https://robinsnest212.wordpress.com/

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Robin-E-Mason-Author-Artist/224223274404877
http://www.amazon.com/Robin-E.-Mason/e/B00MR5IQ9S
https://twitter.com/amythyst212
http://www.pinterest.com/amythyst212/

https://plus.google.com/u/0/108929134414473292325

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7808042.Robin_E_Mason

 

 

“the battle for identity, one story at a time”

 

 

 

#Blogwords, Special Edition, #NaNoWriMo, Seasons, The Long Shadows of Summer, The Tilting Leaves of Autumn, The Silent Song of Winter, The Whispering Woods of Spring

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