Tuesday, September 26, 2006




Those of you waiting for the e-book no longer have to wait!! There it is, in all it's glory! :D If you want to buy the PRINT book that has the first chapter preview of the second novel, B*E*A*S*T* OF BURDEN , you can find that here (the ebook does NOT have the special preview, only the PRINT):




Sunday, September 17, 2006


Today was a perfect day for sailing. The wind blew steadily across the lake. We took two sunfish out to a small lake in central Texas. Juniper trees grew in abundance separated by an occasional pine tree or oak tree. The water was down due to lack of rainfall in the area which gave us more "beach" area than usual. After rigging both boats, my son and husband went out first. No sooner than they left, a man approached my daughter and I. He wanted cigarettes. I told him we didn't smoke. Then he wanted beer. I tried to be very confident in answering him and he finally left, but the incident left me a bit shaken. When the boys came back, I told them what had happened and from that point on, one of the boys always stayed behind.

I went out on the boat with my husband and enjoyed a rather stiff wind. Puffers made it necessary for me to lean pretty far out to balance the boat. We had to wait for calmer wind to make our first tack. He swung the tiller away from him, I ducked and shifted positions, and the boom came across the pit. There's not a lot of room for two people on a sunfish, but we managed.

While the kids and my husband sailed, I took the opportunity to write. I had the antique laptop (spiral notebook) with me and a wealth of atmosphere. I didn't actually write much, but I did jot down notes for a possible new plot. I love quiet days. I'm most productive on quiet days.

Monday, September 11, 2006

September 11, 2001

This blog was established as an informational tool for use by the authors known as the Mavens so statements such as the following are not the norm, but in honor of this date they have made post.

As the fifth anniversary of one of the saddest events in American history, some time of memorial observation on behalf of the innocent lives lost is in order.

Please join the Mavens in sending love and support to the families who, in one way or another, have been devastated by this horrible event. Also memory of the heroic efforts by the people on United 93 who knowingly gave of their lives in prevention of any further loss. Their sacrifice has not been forgotten.

Thank you for your understanding about this post. The mavens will be back at a later date with their normal posts.

The Magic Mavens

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Pre-Order B*E*A*S*T* NOW!!!

Hello everyone! Why am I grinning from ear to ear? Because you can pre-order B*E*A*S*T* NOW in PRINT!! :D

You may choose to get the eBook instead when the book is released, and that's great. Ain't nothin' wrong with that. However, there is something special in the PRINT book that there isn't in the eBook.

The first chapter of B*E*A*S*T* OF BURDEN.


Yup, my publisher put the first chapter of the second book of the series ONLY in the print copy of THE B*E*A*S*T* WITHIN. So if you buy the eBook, you won't get the sneak peek.

So what are you waiting for?! Hop on over to http://www.champagnebooks.com and pre-order B*E*A*S*T*!! Believe me, with that cover, you'll want the print book. LOL


Waltz Across Texas, Visual image of rural Texas in word

Thought I'd blog a little differently today. In light of my coming historical western and for those authors needing research on the Texas landscape in Fall, I've recorded verbal documentation of my trip across Texas.

This past weekend we set out for West Texas to attend my grandmother's funeral. While cloudy, we managed to escape the rain until reaching our destination. We headed northwest on FM 485, a rather straight unimpressive route. Most of the farmland had been tilled in preparation for the next crops, but a few fields still had cotton. Puffy white clouds dotted the dried plants. We passed a large bailer and I wondered if he was on route to one of these crops. Rolled bails of hay lined the pastures. Folks with acreage receive tax breaks if they use their land for agricultural benefit and those not interested in growing crops or ranching will often bail hay. Out front of a two bedroom home with faded, chipped paint, four black gentlemen played bones (dominoes) on a worn out card table. The weather was very pleasant for this activity with the temperature about 89 degrees.

Turning on Hwy 53, I noted tall grain silos. The land was mostly flat, but rich with oak and mesquite trees. One house had a string of laundry hanging to dry. Once we passed Temple, the land became less flat. Rolling hills denoted the edge of hill country. Creek beds were lined with limestone. Vegetation included prickly pear cactus, mesquite, cedar and juniper trees. We crossed the Leon River which looked more like a lake. I believe it feeds into Belton Lake.

West on 84, our drive took us through more hills. The land was wide open with few trees. I saw a herd of sheep, several herds of cattle, but very little farm land. The gold carpet of grass that graced our earlier route changed to a greener shade. Past Goldswaithe, we passed lots of goats. Mills county is known as the goat capital of the world, or so I'm told. One sight made me chuckle as we passed goats that were being herded by a mule.

Past Brownwood (the location for my second historical western btw), the land became very hilly and then suddenly tapered into flat land again. The majority of trees along this route were mesquite. Once we hit Hwy 67, we found farmland on one side of the road and cattle on the other. It's interesting to note that in Texas, farmers and rancher co-exit next to each other. Eventually, we lost the trees to shrubs and the land became very flat and open. By this time the temperature had dropped to 77 degrees.

On Hwy 158. I saw a crop of 6" maize struggling to grow in the hot, dry clime. We passed a dead porcupine. We see so few porcupines, yet the woods must house plenty. Mostly we see racoons, dear, coyote, skunks and possums. You have to be out in the country to see bobcats and other wildlife. The color of the soil had changed from sandy dirt to red. I suspect due to the iron content. Outside of Sterling before Garden City, we found our first oil well. The iron horse bobbed its head up and down in beat to its own steady rythm.

Midland, our destination, was unusually wet. Midland is more likely to receive a dust storm than rain. Most of the houses have tall fences to help block the sand and the tumbleweeds. As a child, I remember playing in the sand dunes, acres of nothing but sand between Midland and Odessa. Sage is a favorite shrub tree and I now have one in my own yard because I remember fondly the purple blooms.

Sunday, September 03, 2006

OEW On Bookstore Shelves!

Look what I found at my local Barnes & Noble! This is just too cool! They let me sign these copies of ON EAGLE'S WINGS, AND they put "Autographed Copy" stickers on the cover. The manager also suggested when THE B*E*A*S*T* WITHIN comes out in October, I should schedule a booksigning. Yeehaw, guess what I'll be doin' in October?? **gulp**

But how sweet is this, honestly??