Sadie Jay

Where has the year gone? I'm not ready for the holidays at all. I wish I could say I look forward to cooler weather, but it just feels gloomy to me. And I feel closed in. We were lucky to have a mild enough summer that we didn't have to run the air conditioner much. I really prefer when the windows are open. But it's here, so I guess I need to change my attitude and try to enjoy it! My Headphones trilogy covers one year in the life of a group of friends. Book 3, Fall Out , is September through the new year. Today's snippet is the beginning of November, roughly in the middle of the book. Headphones is reflecting on how quickly the year has gone by as she walks. The brittle leaves still hanging on the oak trees rattled around Headphones as the occasional gusts of wind blew her hair across her face. The trees were patchworks of fall colors–evergreens still wearing their green while some of the hardwoods were red and yellow, with many already naked and settled into their wi

The boss is back from vacation so I'd hoped to get more writing done this week than I did. I don't know if it's the story or if it's me. But like always, I'll keep plodding along and eventually it'll all come together! An echo of how I'm feeling lately--tattered and tired.  More from my Fangs for the Memories WIP. It's 2004 and Alex is taking an Intro to Word class, and he's confused. Thankfully, the guy sitting next to him offers to help.  Told from (vampire) Alex's POV:  “I just don’t get it,” I finally muttered, surrendering.      “Need help?” whispered the young man sitting two desks over. I’d noticed him before, but hadn’t spoken to him. He ducked his head shyly when I snapped my head up to stare at him.      “Help? Maybe just hit me with a club.” This was our third week of class and I was barely keeping up.      He grinned at my exasperation. It was a cute grin. There were dimples involved and his warm brown eyes twinkled behind a pair of

I've started the next section of Fangs for the Memories . The story picks up again in 2004, 35 years after Alex was saved by Artie. This book is an expansion of my short story for Working Stiffs. It told of the "reunion" of Alex/Aja and Rollie and takes place in an alternative 2020. (That's what happens when you write a story in 2019 for a 2020 publication!) So I'm trying to write their meet cute and the beginning of their relationship. And right now I wish I was a plotter instead of a pantser. I've got several ideas about the story's direction, but I can't decide which way to go. It would be so nice to have a writing friend, or two, to sit down and brainstorm with! I have this image of a coffee shop and steaming mugs.  Maybe someday. Nature-based example of how my story ideas are in my head! So, as I said, it's 35 years later and Alex is trying to learn new skills. He may look 23 but he's approaching 60, and he's really feeling it. Told fr