Blurb

Dark choices spawn pathways not always seen by the transgressor. Heroes that would not have needed to know their capabilities are suddenly thrust into circumstances to prove themselves.

Apparently it’s this nonhuman’s turn.

I’d run away screaming if not for the ‘perk’ I’ve stolen for myself on the way to heroism. He is the only reason I would contemplate this and I won’t let them take him away. I couldn’t do this without him.

Watch out worlds, Julia Fairchild is coming...

... whether I'm ready or not.





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Prepardness stress: a late night venting

Lately I have been running around researching everything possible about food storage: The 72 hour emergency kits, the 1 month rations for extended emergencies, the one year stash for times of economic troubles, and the long term food storage of 7 years with a shelf life expectancy of 30 years for the food.

This is very stressful for me. I worry everyday over a new disaster and am almost met with one. Recently it has been Japan. I think I needed it to kick me in the butt to try and get in gear for my family. Stress is a warning sure, but too much... I am losing weight already.

I haven't figured how to stop stressing just yet. Now that I've finally made the decision to start a reserve food stash, I am finding things that stress me out even further. My husband is on the fence with his job; a few too many tardies to explain exactly. I know it has been my fault with the surgeries I've been undergoing, the ones I still need, the miscarriage recently, and the all over constant ill feeling of my body. He has tended to me as an angel of mercy. And now is suffering at work because of it.

I pray for help. I pray for prosperity even in these times. I am currently praying for extra prosperity and the understanding of my husband and his work on all things so we may end up with the financial reserve for this mass food piling I've wanted to start for years. I feel overwhelmed, unprepared, and inadequate for the task before me. Yet I feel very strongly that it is a task put upon my shoulders, not anyone else's.

Oh where do I begin then?

I have literally searched thousands of websites that promise the least expensive pricing for the most expensive tastes. I see pricing from 1k-12k depending on variety and trademark. I see the backpack I want for the 72 hour kit tagged with the most expensive price, and not boasting all that the $100 cheaper one has. My head is going to explode with the migraine tonight and I fell apart crying.

I also cannot ignore the persistent idea that if I could just get my book published... oh so much there.
I know my books would be snatched off the shelves, leading to much money in my pocket, and finally I'd have the food reservoir I desire.
Not just stopping there...
No, I'd have the home with which to put it, financial stability for years to come, help with bills stacked up around here, school loans paid off, credit obliterated. SO very much more if/when, for I must believe that one day I will aspire to that which I desperately desire.

I mist and tear up worrying about the future. My mind ever wandering I find myself on the natural disasters foretold to come. I believe they may be sooner than we all think, than we all want. I know many of us will survive such disasters, but I know economic stability will be a dream none of us will be able to ever see again as well. I stress on the inside until the river in my eyes decides to over run her banks. That is tonight and I vent here.

I am comforted to know my Heavenly Father loves me. He will protect me as he sees fit. I do know that a speedy trip to His loving arms is sometimes how he 'protects' His saints. I wish to better myself before thrust into the guilt waiting for me after this life ends. Thus I search out food storage and water purification sites.

Heaven help us all when the last of the earth's tremblings come. They will be together and calamitous to say the least. I am barely ready for the fewer sporadic ones preceding it all.

Prayers help. The Spirit is strong when I read my scriptures. I have hope, that is why I research these life-prolonging techniques commanded of me and my church. I am glad I have gotten to, however precariously, know my God. I will be improving our relationship with fervor hopefully until the end of the life He has granted me. "Now is the time to prepare" has so many different meanings and I endeavor to accomplish 'prepared' in all its forms.

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Superstitions of the Ides of March tribute

The times in march referred to as the Ides of March are arguably held on the 13th and 15th of the month. They were created as a celebration of the God of Mars and date back to before the Romans. Myth, legend, and superstitions have spurned to life concerning them when Caesar of the Roman Empire was brutally stabbed 22 times by his best friend and others seeking power. In following centuries many other black days have found themselves falling on these days in March as well. However despite the black cat syndrome the Ides of March are meant for Celebration instead of dour days of fright and forewarning.

I wish you all a Happy Ides of March everyone. Please enjoy the poem I wrote. Though I admit, it was inspired by the witches in Shakespeare's play, thus I dabbled in the superstitions of the holiday instead of the happy celebratory spirit. Enjoy!

My Poem:

A Warning.

Woe betides of the Ides of March the unsown victims of brewed disasters. Envisaged the pernicious witch hath given injurious enemy thy mortal cusp, a doom beget for thy physiognomy alone. Thine threnodial dictation creeps onward for thee dramatically preformed: beware lest Caesar’s fate becomes thy own. Conspirators can be thwarted with proper advance; make it thine before thy time besets. Go.
Verbum sat sapienti, I thus depart.

~Bethany


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Life is consuming. Who of us does not know that? I live in a world of fantasy when I write, but can find fantasy in the world I live when in the right mood. I love finding unique perspectives and intriguing circumstances and knowing somehow, that this is as real as I let it be.

Miracle of miracles, Magic shared, Ancestral prophecies, and the occasional fortuitous accident are great premises for fantastic books I have read and written. Soon there will be one out there with a byline with my name. I am eager for such an opportunity to soon be within my grasp. So I push on.

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A tidbit from my day.

After stoking the fire and putting in tons of easily flammable kindling, the fire still would not take a good effect. The girls are watching, excited over every little thing Daddy does, but knowing something is not right since it won't light.

Daddy then smartly bends over to breathe on it, blowing rather hard to help it along. Suddenly flames burst forth and all the kindling is devoured almost instantly, the logs catch on right behind it. The silence lasts for ten seconds and the girls faces are priceless.

Then the exclamation: WOW!!!! I didn't know Daddy was part DRAGON!!!!!!!!

The other: AWESOME!!!!!! Daddy, you can light all the fires in Barbie's castle now!

The ensuing giggles were heard deep into the night. I didn't have the heart to remind them that Barbie's fires were lit by the dragon Penelope and her father. Mmmm my girls ^_^

Mommy is part witch (born on Halloween)/leprechaun (turns milk green on St. Patty's Day), and Daddy is part Dragon. What a fun mixed breed the girls are turning out to be ;)

I cannot wait to tell them weirdness is inherited... :D

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I started another book. A sequel to my frog one, it is already an instant hit. My daughters are very excited to find out what happens to Crystal and Jake now. Lets hope all ends well this time.

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Book writing takes a long time. Perhaps not the actual story itself. A story can be as easily done as your hands typing out each word in ease for about a week. Done, a novel. Sometimes that happens for me. My novels are much longer, and I have often needed a month.

However after the initial story, comes the editing, and the querying, and the blurbs and synopsis. Many people are now doing these processes. Writing is no longer an overnight success. Too many people vying for the same place, part, time, and agent all at once.

Many wonderful books are being cast aside right now. Stories that would enlighten uplift and call to a part of you that has yet been addressed are passed over for reasons as simple as no time. No one has time to go over every book everywhere all the time anymore. This begs the question, how does a blurb explicitly convey all a book is capable of holding? My only consolation is that my blurbs do draw in the few out there reading them. Though again, time....

The curse of a very good writer is knowing you are good enough for shelf space, but not finding someone willing to set aside a few more minutes a day to make sure you get there. In a field where any chance of success is so heavily dependent on someone else it gets discouraging after not so very long when the same answer is repeated often.

Hopes for the future are not crushed in me yet. I will plow through as I know my stories are some that belong next to all the others. In one way or another this will not be the end of my writing escapades.

I am writing many stories. This gives me consolation that I will have works put forth some way or another.

So know that I have not given up. I am simply away from here in my efforts to studiously follow up on all avenues in my field of expertise. Soon I hope to give all my readers and supporters the news we all look forward to: I have a publisher.

Soon you will hear this. I am sure of it.

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More Blurbs...

I must admit, this is still my very favorite book. It is hard to put it away completely. I know that if someone would just read it, they would be pleased with the world created within. My other books are fun, but they are not my 'first' book. My baby... here is yet another attempt at a 'blurb' to try to reel someone in. Let me know what you think ;)

I have always been self sacrificing, just ask my clueless cousin; even she sees how insane I am in catering to her. I never realized I would one day ask myself how far I was willing to go. Falling for a man clearly out of my league, I surprise myself when I am head over heals and not even asking questions. Well some questions, just not the right ones. Like, where was this mysterious isle of his and is magic really real?

He just asked of me what I deem as the ultimate sacrifice in order to save both our worlds. I knew I would do my best to save everyone; it was who I was.

However, I wasn’t going to sacrifice this one thing. Whatever the cost, I wasn’t going that far.

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There comes a time in the life of a book where the word 'over-edited' gets used. A book that once made sense and told a brilliant story is suddenly thrust into the shadows of confusion and dark questions. Too many under plots and characters can make a seemingly harmless new 'addition' destroy the whole makeup of what once was a great story.

Back to a 'simpler' time, I have brought out the book it was before. Sub plots are ok sometimes, but without the needed subtleties to carry them through and a 'finishing' touch to them, they are trash.
I love editing, but now know that sometimes I can go too far.

I love learning. Just sad to see where one of my books has ended up due to constant nitpicking. The adage "If it's not broke, don't fix it" screams to me every time I open that folder now....

Wish me luck not to repeat this mistake again.

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A borderline erotica book just came out with my book's premise... Based almost exactly like mine, but amped up on the sex and make-out scenes. It was released June 2010. I have not read it, but the synopsis is almost exactly like mine.

I emailed the writer. She said that the same thing happened to her once. It is devastating to work on something for so long only to find that someone has 'been there, done that' before you.

My consolation is that I have other books I can focus entirely on instead. Hopefully they are not out there for people to think about... hopefully I will have an 'original' original. Dreams are ever varied and perhaps I can find one undreamed.

Wish me luck as I go on further in my endeavors to publish a book and make a world entirely unique and simply wonderful.

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I recently found a new voice for my book. It is still Julia's voice, but now it has more history, more information establishing my heroine. I am excited and will now endeavor to revamp the rest of the book in this new style I have discovered. My other books are lovely and have their own voice as well. This one was seriously lacking what was needed to draw one in. It was a great story, especially for my first novel... just seriously lacking. I now believe this new revamp will bring exactly what I thought was missing.

And now I am off to write!

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