Literary Queries

I’ve been submitting literary queries, and I think I’ve got a couple gray hairs coming in. It’s so frustrating trying to mimic perfection. I want my work to be presented well, but I’m not sure I’m the best person to present it that way. All I can do is wish myself luck. Will you guys wish me luck too? There’s nothing more frustrating than waiting on possible rejection. 😦


Do You Want to Build a Snowman?

Sooo… my teeth are out. My jaw is stiff, but the swelling has gone down. Yesterday, my entire face was swollen. I sung “Do You Want to Build a Snowman” with the nurse. She’s my idea of an awesome nurse, that one! I can’t wait for them to heal so I can eat some yummy food! Instead of just yogurt, and mashed potatoes and ice cream. 0__o 


Wow! I haven’t posted anything since May 13th? I’m really bad at this. I would say that I was busy, but I wasn’t that busy. I’ve just been writing a lot, finishing up this series I’ve been working on. No excuses! Today, I’m getting wisdom teeth out. Four of them. So I’ll be off the radar for a while again. Wish me luck. Dentists are scary! Crossing my fingers. 

Little Ol’ Me

My birthday was yesterday! I am finally twenty-three years old, and it was the first of many birthdays where I simply relaxed. I’ve been working my butt off, that all I wanted to do was relax. The hubby took me to breakfast and we went bowling. (Hadn’t been bowling since I was a kid.) Then he took me to dinner… and then… I relaxed. Ahhhh! 


On another note. I just got hip to this song by Sia! Love this woman’s voice so I had to check out the song and haven’t taken it off repeat since I first listened to it. Love! 


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I would like to apologize to everyone and myself for being so busy that I can’t even keep up with my own blog, or writing, or reading. I haven’t been able to sit down and write a decent paragraph, let alone read a chapter of a book. It’s frustrating when you can’t release your emotions through writing. How do people who don’t write do it? I really need something to release the stress. Hopefully, this weekend I can sit down and write something and finish reading a few books that I’ve been trying to finish. 



Wish me luck!


Blurb, TGS

Hey, guys! I thought I’d post a little blurb of The Guardian Society on here. Hope you like it!


“Drink mine.”
“No!” He shook his head unhesitatingly. “No. It’s out of the question.”
“You need it.”
“I can handle myself.”
“I’m looking right at you,” Mylo said, walking up to him.
“I’m fine. Back off.”
“You’re not fine.”
“Stop walking!”
Mylo was forced to a halt. It was the same compulsion he had used on Hugh once.
“Let me move, Sean.”
He didn’t want to let her move, but his energy was down and using that power against her would only make him weaker. Mylo felt the weight being lifted. She was light again. She walked over to him, holding her arm out.
“I won’t do it.” He grabbed her wrist and gently pushed her away. Once he started he wouldn’t be able to stop and he didn’t want to hurt her.

She persistently approached him. Maybe she knew him better than he knew himself, because she believed he could stop if he wanted to.

Mylo, Michael’s voice popped into her head, that’s enough ignorance for one night.
Sean grabbed her shoulders roughly and shoved her against the wall. The wall shuddered beneath her, knocking a shelf loose. The wooden piece thudded against the floor. The thrust shot through her in seconds, making her gasp for air. He brought his face closely to hers, with his upper lip thinned back over his teeth. He growled, breathing roughly.
“Mylo?” Her father’s voice came from downstairs.
Mylo felt Sean’s nails barring into her skin. She winced. “Get off me, Sean.” She had never been more afraid of him than she was in that moment. There was sadness in his eyes, angst. When he saw the fear on Mylo’s face, the terror, he loosened his grip. He wasn’t sure he had ever seen such horrific fear. He hated being a monster. It was the only time he’d ever wondered what it felt like to be human.
“I’m sorry,” he said, grabbing her face and holding it between his hands. “I’m sorry.”
“Mylo?” Her father’s voice sounded closer, his boots thudded against the floor as he walked down the hall.
Sean kissed Mylo’s cheek three times, each kiss longer than the one before. “I’m so sorry, My.” He stroked her hair.
Mylo wiped the tears that roamed from his dark eyes. “Get in the bathroom.” She pushed past him and sped to her bathroom, though she was afraid to turn her back to him. “Get in the bathroom,” she repeated, teeth clenched tightly.
He obeyed, and she closed the door after him just as her father was opening hers.
“What’s going on?”
“Knock much?” Mylo shook her head. “Can’t a girl get some privacy?”

2013 © The Guardian Society – J.D. Kirkland
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Published by DIP Press 06/11/2013
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