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Whump: n. A fandom term, commonly used by fan fiction authors to describe physical and/or mental abuse laid on a character in a story. (Source: urbandictionary.com)
Writing paranormal romances has been my lifelong dream, and I will never give it up, but recently I’ve been pestered with new ideas. Short, LGBT ideas chock full of whump. What started as a fun diversion quickly became more serious.
Now, I’m ready to make it official. I’m writing short, gay erotica under the name Sadie West.
All three short stories are available on Amazon, SmashWords, and Barnes and Noble for 99¢ each. A new Gallavich (the Ian Gallagher + Mickey Milkovich relationship from Shameless) fan fiction is live on ArchiveOfOurOwn.org as well as free on my blog.
I hope you enjoy this new facet of my writing. Let me know what you think!
A sexy, M/M short story set in high school. When hockey prodigy Danny Holden is in an accident, he has nowhere to turn except his ex-boyfriend’s family. 11,000 words.
A sexy, M/M short story set in high school. Basketball players Alex and Jackson have been best friends since elementary school, but when Alex wants more than friendship, Jackson will have to confront his feelings for his handsome teammate. 2,500 words.
Snowboarding pro Matthew finds his hot neighbor Noah close to death on the side of a mountain in the dead of winter. With no help coming, they’re alone in a cabin until the storm passes. 6,000 words.
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During a late night shift at the Kash and Grab, Ian gets shot during a robbery. While Ian passes in and out of consciousness, he remembers moments from his and Mickey’s relationship. 2,000 words.
I’m thrilled to announce Elixir (Red Plague #1) has been translated into Italian! Over the summer I was lucky to work with Yassine Riahi at BabelCube.com to translate the first novel in my Red Plague series. You can download the ebook from Barnes & Noble here.
If you know anyone who reads Italian, I would really appreciate you mentioning my new translation. Thank you in advance.
Back cover blurb:
The red plague has devastated the human race, turning billions of people into zombies with red eyes and an insatiable hunger for human flesh.
The 212R virus sweeps through the population so quickly a possible cure is left to rot. Seventeen-year-old Maya Solomon may be the only survivor who knows where it is. But to reach the lab in Raleigh, North Carolina she will have to outrun the infected boy tracking her every step and cross into a city swarming with monsters.
It was a long month, and there were several days I didn’t write a single word, but despite all that (and catching a cold the last week of the month), I finished National Novel Writing Month. I’m so relieved and feeling amazing.
The novel isn’t finished, of course. In a lot of ways, it’s hardly begun. But I now have a solid foundation for the fifth book in my Beasts of Vegas series, and that excites me.
I loved spending an entire month eating/drinking/breathing vampires, witches, and shapeshifters. In this new novel, the oracle Caitlyn is all grown up and falling for her own tall, dark, and supernatural stranger.
Did you participate this year? Do you have an idea for a novel you’ve always wanted to write? Tell me about it!
I had to share the good news — I made it past 40,000 words in the National Novel Writing Month contest. I’m so excited! I feel like I can finish on time. 10K is nothing, right? Three or four decent scenes, and I’ll have my first draft finished.
This year, I’m writing a sequel to my paranormal romance Shopkeeper’s Prophecy (Beasts of Vegas #1), and it’s so fun! I’m blissfully swimming in an ocean of vampires, witches, and shapeshifters. In this new novel, the oracle is all grown up and falling for her own tall, dark, and supernatural stranger.
I think this calls for a celebratory mixed drink. A white Russian sounds dang good. Want to join me? Raise your glass.
I’m so excited to be halfway through my NaNoWriMo journey this year. I’m a little behind the curve after being bogged down several times by everyday life. When reality hits (job, family responsibilities, daughter’s homework, etc.), it’s hard to find time to write uninterrupted for more than five or ten minutes. But, I’m finally at 25,000 words. It feels like a huge obstacle overcome.
I’m writing a sequel to my paranormal romance Shopkeeper’s Prophecy (Beasts of Vegas #1), and it’s so fun! Daily, I’m blissfully swimming in an ocean of vampires, witches, and shapeshifters. In this new novel, the oracle is all grown up and falling for her own tall, dark, and supernatural stranger.
How’s your writing journey this month? Let me know.
Day Seventeen Word Count: 25,200 (and counting).
You’ve heard me before, but I can’t help repeating myself. 🙂 I love November!
Not only is the weather cooling off and Thanksgiving is on the horizon, but it’s National Novel Writing Month.
On day one, I’m totally energized with new ideas, new characters, and leftover Halloween candy. My story this year is The Fortuneteller’s Prophecy (Beasts of Vegas Series), and I’m in love with every word so far.
Day One Word Count: 1,779 (and counting).
Written by Elijah Chiland
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When last we saw this 1925 Spanish-style residence in the Hollywood Hills, it was being sold in a state of significant disrepair—so much so that we wondered at the time if it could find a new owner willing to commit the time and expense necessary to restore it to its former glory.
Well, we’re pleased to say that four years later, the house is still standing—though the interior is barely recognizable. The current owner has thoroughly remodeled the place, leaving a few vintage windows and a handsome beamed ceiling in the living room as reminders of what once was.
Speaking of what once was, we should mention the house may be haunted.
Various reports of ghostly apparitions spotted at the residence throughout the years can be found in a few dark corners of the internet, and parapsychologist Barry Taff tells a documentary crew that he was once pelted with pennies that mysteriously fell from the ceiling when he visited the house in the 1970s.
The house has four bedrooms and four bathrooms. Features include a fully renovated kitchen, fireplaces in the living room and office, three separate bedroom suites, and a tall entryway with an elegant, winding master stairwell.
The home sits on a 5,970-square-foot lot and includes numerous patios and decks that provide excellent views around the surrounding hills. It last sold in 2013 for just $700,000. Now, it’s listed for $2.095 million.
Written by Mariana Dale in June 2017
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About seven miles south of Casa Grande hulking mustard-colored domes rise up from the desert landscape like a scene from Star Wars’ Tatooine.
Built in 1982, they were meant to be the headquarters for an electronics manufacturer, but have since become a magnet for photographers, artists and hooligans.
“Virtually anyone who was raised in Casa Grande and went to high school or college here has partied out here,” said Dan Peer, the property’s owner.
The domes might not be an icon much longer.
Half of the largest dome collapsed last year. Pinal County asked the owner to have an engineer assess the domes’ safety or block them from public access. When he did not, the domes were condemned as unsafe, said spokesman Joe Pyritz in an email.
The owner is appealing the county’s decision and will have a hearing with the Board of Supervisors at a future date.
Peer starts a tour of the domes with a disclaimer.
“First comment is, you enter the grounds at your own risk.”
There’s a no trespassing sign, but the barbed wire fence has been trampled down.
“There are holes. There are unfinished foundations. There is rebar sticking up. There’s rocks, glass — you name it,” Peer said. “Don’t trip. Don’t get hurt. ”
The first dome was the closest to ever being finished. You can see the tiles where the bathroom would have been inside. Unlike the other structures, made of connected orb shapes, it’s shaped more like a flying saucer.
Graffiti ranging from clumsy tags to elaborate images of faces and animals cover the walls.
“We have some good artists in the area, no doubt about that,” Peer said as he gazed up at the walls.
A group of pigeons fly out of the domes as the tour continues.
The Travel Channel show “Ghost Adventures” featured the domes in an episode last March.
“This may be one of the most unusual, yet sinister places we’ve ever investigated in America,” the host claimed.
There were rumors of satanic rituals practiced beneath the arching concrete ceilings.
“There were satanic signs they tell me, but I wouldn’t even recognize them,” Peer, who appeared in the show, said.
A man of God, Peer said when he purchased the property, they exorcised any otherworldly presence.
“It is not haunted and Satan is not welcome here anymore,” Peer said.
The domes were built in the 1980s as the headquarters for electronics manufacturer InterConn Technology.
Lonnie Mikkelsen was part of the construction crew and still lives in Casa Grande.
“I didn’t have a clue what they were doing,” he recalled. “I said, ‘Yeah, sign me on.’”
Maybe you’ve made a globe or piñata out of a balloon and papier-mâché. The process to build the domes was like that, but in reverse.
First a giant balloon-like tarp was attached at the foundation. Fans inflated the balloon and workers built the dome from the inside, first spraying the sides with polyurethane foam, then concrete reinforced with metal fibers and added rebar.
Interconn went under before the domes were completed and the property has sat vacant for years.
A protective white layer covering the foam has peeled away and the foam turns mustard yellow in the sun. The domes’ surface are pockmarked with handholds people use to climb to the top.
“I would have liked to see them make it just because it was a unique type of construction,” Mikkelsen said.
The company that built the domes on the other hand, still exists.
“So far we have constructed domes in every state in the union except one and in 52 foreign countries,” said Gary Clark, sales vice president at the Monolithic Dome Institute.
The tarp used to build the largest Casa Grande dome structure was re-configured and formed to shape for Monolithic’s manufacturing facility in Italy, Texas.
It’s called brucco, the Italian word for caterpillar.
Clark said before the recession in 2008, the company was creating more than 100 new domes a year for everything from schools, private residences and churches.
Monolithic touts the domes’ weather resistance, insulation and ergonomics.
“It’s very simple to say they are iconic,” Clark said.
The Casa Grande domes may not be an icon for much longer. Peer pointed out cracks and holes in the domes as we walk through the cavernous space. Some are no wider than a hand, others you can walk through.
“Concrete does have a tendency to crack anyhow, but none of these cracks are really structural,” Peer said.
He believes vandals caused the destruction, including the collapse of the largest dome. The Pinal County Sheriff’s Office reported there have been about 26 calls about the property since 2012 — 76 percent for trespassing.
“Is it really worth the trouble?”
Peer said sometimes he wonders. The property is for sale and has been for years.
“It’s a million-dollar property in little better shape than it is now,” Peer said. “Maybe in quite a bit better shape than it is now.”
For now, Peer occasionally rents the property to filmmakers and photographers, but many people still visit the domes without permission.
On the day of the tour with Peer, Patrick McPherson and his buddy from Phoenix are also exploring the domes.
He’s from South Carolina and read about the site online before visiting.
“There’s just something nice about, I don’t know, how decrepit and real it is. It’s honest.” McPherson said. “It would be a shame to lose this, I think.”
An LA-based artist that goes by Boots stenciled her poetry on the domes walls. Boots became enamored with abandoned places after a break-up from an eight-year relationship.
“The domes, like other places I’ve explored, have their bad and good graffiti,” Boots said. “There’s artists you recognize and then kids tagging how much they hate their parents.”
Since she visited, several of her poems have been covered by spray paint.
“The domes are dreary, but have a sense of hope,” Boots said. “Their oddness alone is appealing: random domes in the middle of the desert that have become a tourist attraction.”