Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Preparing for the longest/shortest month of the year...

So loves, February is here in T-minus 1.5 hrs (for me, at least) and I seem to remember it being the most grueling time of the year.  Not only is it the month of love (or being told you should be in love, or if you are in love, being told you SHOULD EXPRESS IT WITH BUYING THINGS), but it's the month after January, when everyone in the Northern Hemisphere is watching CSI Miama just because there's sunlight in most of the shots.  Seriously, I've been debating fake tanning.  That's how bad Scotland winters are.


To offset this (and to celebrate my first e-royalty check that...should be coming soon) I'm putting up Ivy Gate and Jarrett for free on Smashwords.  Just use the coupon NW74R for Ivy Gate and XY62D for Jarrett and you're good to go!  Jarrett especially is filled with love and romance, and both coupons last right up til that chocolate coma wears off on Feb 15th.  Which, coincidentally, is the day when I'm releasing a really cool collaborative project that isn't exactly safe for work, if you know what I mean.

Tentacles may be involved.

Friday, January 27, 2012

Like a circus....

Loves, it's been a busy week.
Performed Wednesday and Thursday night.  In chains.  At a poledance showcase.

To a routine I'd never gone through all the way.  BRING IT!

Still waiting on the pro photos to surface--they'll be here as soon as I have them.  In the meantime, the beautiful cast of our little troupe.

And then my boss and me, pretending I can look serious...

Sometimes I have to remind myself that this is my real, honest-to-goodness life.  Then I can't stop grinning.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

The Dreamers' Call to Arms

Hey loves,

I've been thinking a lot about dreams, lately.  I'm not talking about the kind that pop up when you sleep--although those have been quite illuminating--but rather, the big dreams.  The dreams you had when you were a little kid, before reality smacked you back a few steps and taught you to dream with restrictions.

When I was younger, I had big, big dreams.  They were my lights in the darkness: I was going to get out of my hometown and see the world.  I was going to do amazing things, help people, be really happy.  There were facets that emerged and changed over the years, but they always involved travel, friendship, and a feeling of belonging.  I dreamed of opening a B&B in the Highlands, of a mansion filled with itinerant friends and animals and guests.  I dreamed of being a great artist, a great writer, of book tours and circus tours and jazz tours and bright lights and applause.  I dreamed of redwoods and mist-covered lakes, long mornings of coffee and books by a bay window.  I dreamed of love, perfect love, something you can't describe but can feel with every stitch of your child-like heart.  I dreamed a lot.

Can't you just imagine this by a loch? It's even for sale!

Then, a few months or years ago, I realized I'd stopped.
The big dreams had been replaced by smaller goals: find an agent, sell a book, start paying off my loans, find friends, find a place to live, find a job so I can pay rent, find...you get the drift.  Lots of 'finding,' really, and very little exploring.
And I hate it.  I really, really hate it.  Because now my dreams are all practical (or as practical as my logic gets).  Which means, in all honesty, they're not even dreams.  They're goals.  And those are not even close to being the same thing.

The dangerous thing is, if you don't dream big, what are you living for?  If you don't have something so outlandish, so fantastically impossible living in your heart, why are you getting out of bed?  These aren't rhetorical; I haven't been able to answer them.  If you aren't dreaming, how do you even begin getting what you ask for?  How do you know what to ask for?  Because in life, I've found, the only way of getting anything is to ask for it and let yourself receive it.  Sure, there's work involved, but life generally enjoys making you happy.  If you know what will make you happy in the first place.

If you aren't asking for your dreams--if you don't know what they are--how will you ever, ever get them?

It's time to start dreaming, friends.  We've all gone on too long thinking we had to be practical, rational, sane.
I've grown tired of it.  Have you?

What are your biggest, most terrifying dreams?  Don't censor yourself, especially not to yourself.
Be outlandish.

Friday, January 13, 2012

YA Rebels & WebFic

Hey everyone!

It's been a wild few weeks as I've tried to integrate back into life in the UK.  New projects have been going up like mad and even newer ones are just beginning.  Let's just say I've had to update my 'plate of work' to a buffet table.  Exciting. :)

To make things a little more streamlined, I've decided it was high time I started syncing my Rebels videos with this blog.  So, in case you missed it on Youtube, here it is!

I'm also pleased to announce that the next installment of my serial web fic, 'Academy,' is live over at Fear The Hunted.  Just click the happy blood-splattered link below.

And now, because it's time to go do some work and/or cook for friends, I leave you with this question:
What do you want to see me blog about?

Art? Writing? Circus? Travel? Deep life thoughts?
You decide. :)

Sunday, January 1, 2012


My ears are still ringing from the bells/music last night.  I got dressed up/down and went to one of the biggest burlesque clubs in the world (or so they say) because NOTHING says "Happy New Year" like glitter and nipple tassels.

And today!

First, there's the official reveal of the Cirque Des Immortels website!  Expect more content very, very soon.  Devyn and I have been busy little bees with various projects but we're keeping on schedule!

You heard right: Bea and I have created a fantastic new webcomic, which will be updated every Wednesday! So make sure to bookmark that page and check back every week!  Magic, murder, mayhem!

Today I'm releasing my personal New Year's gift to you:

That's right, I'm releasing the prequel to the novel that started it all: "Jarrett".  For all of you who wanted a little more romance sprinkled in amongst your monster-slaying.  At 10k words, it's like a delectable morsel of post-apocalyptic chocolate.

And if that wasn't enough, the story contains EXCLUSIVE artwork by Beatrice Schares...but you'll have to download it to see.  Trust me, it's worth it.

"Jarrett" is now for sale at Smashwords in all digital formats.  And, because I love you all, if you use the coupon LR26L at checkout between now and the 5th, you get it for FREE!

And now, I'm off to do a wee bit more editing before I let myself fall asleep pre-3am.