Thursday, December 29, 2011

Dead Relatives

Dead Relatives is now on and will soon be on Smashwords, B&N and IBOOKS I will post the links as they become available!

Also my other book Mishap & Chaos will be going on tour in January and so I decided that while it's on tour it will be available for $0.99. I hope that everyone has a Happy and Safe New Year!


I first started learning martial arts when I was fifteen and my very first class I speant learning how to throw a good punch. Having four brothers it should have been easy, but ... I was horrible. Also learning how to roll was most difficult for me I think it may have been because when I was seven I broke my elbow in two places and tore through the muscle-- I was quite the daredevil. After my broken elbow I decided to play more safe. And as a side note learning how to do a Kung Fu roll where you use your arm and elbow to balance was not fun.

In 2007 I began learning the style of  Tai Shing Pek Kwar, and it has been a rewarding and challenging journey ever since. This video shows two basic self defense techniques that anyone can use.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

ROW80 12-14

So far this week I've written 1100 words on Monday, 1250 on Tuesday and 1100
again today. I have not been able to workout at all as I've been fighting a
cold. Which means I am losing out on learning the new forms in my Kung Fu class.
I'll be able to learn them when I go back, but I'm missing the step by step
training and I will have to pick them up quickly before we begin training the
next form.

This Saturday I'm taking two of my nieces to see Wicked, it's what
they told me they wanted for Christmas and I love that they enjoy going to the

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

ROW80 12-07

This week I've been averaging 1500 words a day some days a bit more. I started working on two stories at once, I like that they are completely different from each other. I'm not so sure if its a good idea to work on them both at the same time I know that other writers do this and do not have a problem. 

My goals for the rest of this week are to read a book from my pile and to finish the week strong by continuing with my 1500 a day word count. I will let you know on Sunday how it goes.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011


I have been making time for my martial arts training in between work and my writing. At the moment I am training the basic patterns steps. This is important because it teaches muscle memory, in the video you will see that before Master Furtado turns he looks first this helps in order to avoid an attacker and so that you don't walk right into one.
There are different patterns, this video shows patterns 1 - 5 and each pattern has different arm and hand movements, again this is repeated for muscle memory. If you notice at the end of each pattern Master Furtado bows, this is a reminder to always stay humble.
Martial arts is more then about the art of war, it is about the art of understanding and to train hard and diligently.

Monday, December 5, 2011

Row80 12-05

I've missed a couple of my Row80 check ins, I have been busy writing I just have not logged on to update my progress! In my last post  I talked about FABA TV and their fundraiser, well good news they did have a good turn out and raised $3,688 for Covenant House which is a Charity for homeless teens.

I am making progress on the third book in my mishap trilogy- Mishap and Retribution and I am looking at a February release. My Zombie Chronicles which is really a tongue-n-cheek series is with my editor which means Dead Relatives should be out this month.

My book tour for Mishap and Chaos will be running during January! I also created a character guide on my website and I plan on adding a brief history of the war between the Leonids and Perseids. I'm not sure how I'm going to do that, I have a few ideas that  I think will be fun.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Face Painting and Fundraising

On December 2nd the artist at FABA will be doing online web classes for free all day long! What is FABA? It is an online community where face painting artist teach classes, there are beginning, intermediate and advance classes and it is much more then just face painting a flower or a star. I refer to the face painters as artist because that is what they are, imagination and a little creativity bring to life fantastical creatures and incredible monsters.

This is an all day event to raise money and awareness of homeless Teens of Covenant House and 100% of proceeds will go to this charity.

Take a look at some of the pictures and be sure to check out the link below...

Here is the link for the fundraiser FABA TV Paint-a-thon

As for my ROW80 check in this week...I am so behind but I plan on making this coming week count because I will be on vacation and will make use of this time and devote it to my writing. (And more then likely squeeze in some shopping! I have eight nieces and nephews to shop for!) 

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Check In Time!

        I set a goal at the beginning of ROW80 to finish up the third book in my Mishap series, but at times found myself getting distracted from them. Ideas for another story have been pushing themselves to the forefront and I’ve been spending some time working on the outline for that story instead. I don’t feel too bad about this maybe I should, I’ll just see what happens.
      An interesting place that I found inspiration has been my Church, at mass instead of paying attention to Father Cumberland like I should have. I found myself taking in all of the parishioners, thinking about them and wondering what their stories were.
    There are so many different types of people who come to mass for different reasons, quiet a mixture, I saw a man with a rosary in his hand say a prayer, he seemed lost in that moment. There were fathers in the back of the Church walking their young children back and forth to keep them occupied and at the end of mass as Father read off from the Church bulletin I noticed several parishioners sneaking out early to beat the traffic in the parking lot.  

Friday, November 4, 2011

Dead Relatives Preview

Chapter One – The flow of Blood

            It was chaos in the street. Orlando and Ruben had begun their patrol of the streets of Los Angeles. Every night there seemed to be more freshly made zombies that they had to deal with. They had come upon a zombie attacking a homeless man, pulling him out of his make shift bed. The old man was yelling in fright.
            Ruben went in first. Orlando held back to scan the area. A flash of light caught his eye. Ruben’s cry in pain drew Orlando back into focus. The zombie was no longer alone, Orlando didn’t know where it had come from, but Ruben had been pinned to the ground as one of the zombies was tearing at his arm.
            Orlando ran, jumping on top of the zombie grabbed it around the neck in a chook hold and pulled it off of Ruben.
            Ruben reached for his sword which had been knocked out of his hand and embedded it into the stomach of the remaining zombie, dragging the blade up to its throat and cutting its head off.
            Orlando returned to Ruben, helping him up to his feet.
            “What happened to you?” Ruben demanded as he tore at what remained of his shirt to wrap around his arm.
            “I saw a light.” Orlando quickly answered knowing that was not a good enough reason to give.
            “You were unfocused.” Ruben walked back to his motorcycle and started the engine. “You’re not ready to be out here on your own.”
            Orlando chose not to say anything. Ruben had been right. He had been unfocused. But he couldn’t help it. It was not the first time he had seen the white light. The last time he had been in battle it had appeared right next to him. He had thought it was a zombie or something else and swung at it with the sword. It sliced right threw it and disappeared.
            It had returned. He would have to ask Elodie about it. She was the only other classified wizard that he knew.
            Orlando’s cell phone rings. “Yeah?” he said after answering.
            It was Michael. “I’m in the silicon Valley. I have a lead on number 5.” There was a lot of static on the line.
            Silicon Valley? Who did you take with you?”
            Michael didn’t bother to answer the question. “Get Ruben and get out here,” he said before disconnecting the call.
            Orlando thought about it. He knew that Ruben had been badly hurt from the zombies. Besides, Orlando thought, if Michael wanted Ruben to know about where he was and what he was doing then he would have called him instead.
            Convincing himself that he was doing the right thing, he started up his Sportster and drove out to Silicon Valley.
            The ride was a few hours. It was in Northern California near San Francisco. Orlando arrived at dawn.
            Michael stepped out of the car that he had ‘barrowed’ and waved Orlando down. Michael had to raise his voice to be heard over the engine. “What happened to Ruben?”
            He turned the Sportster off and gave a quick answer, “He was hurt.” He then went on to turn the subject back to the reason he had driven so far. “What info do you have about the fifth?  
            They had decided to number the six men that they were looking for. They felt it was easier to keep track of them that way. Jeffries had been number six and he was safely tucked away at the camp.
            The camp was compiled of hunters and others who had no place else to go. Orlando had only been calling it home for about a week. He had not contacted his family. He knew that they wouldn’t be safe if he did. He had heard that someone had placed a bounty on his head. Had been asking questions about him, had even showed up at his high school.
            Michael walked over to a garage and pulling the lever opened it, inside was dark. Orlando rolled his motorcycle inside and Michael released the lever allowing it to close them inside.
            A light turned on, Orlando could see that it was a work space, tables had been set up and computer equipment were running some sort of data. The windows had been blacked out.
            “I’ve been monitoring them for a few days.” Michael said as he waved Orlando over to a computer screen. “Every two hours a code name pops up. Lexion.”
            “Lexion? Is that the name of the fifth?”
            “I couldn’t say for sure. It could be the name of a project or something.”
            “What else does it say?”
            “They are preparing for some kind of delivery. I don’t know much more then that.”
            “Let’s go.” Orlando said. “Let’s get it done.”
            “You don’t want to wait for Ruben?” Michael asked. He seemed unsure to proceed without him.
            Orlando took a step toward him. “Ruben is not an unclassified wizard. He’s not even a mercurial.”
            “Yeah, but your magick hasn’t been the most reliable.”
            Orlando didn’t like hearing that. “This coming from a novice?”
            Michael backed down with those words. “I was just saying.”
            They agreed to a plan and decided that they would arrive separately. Orlando turned his cell phone to silent. He had seen that Elodie had called him and that she had left a message. He would play it later. When he had good news.
            The house was well guarded. There was electric wiring surrounding the perimeter. A guard house at the main gate. A lone guard sat stationary. He was hunched over with his cap pulled over his head. Watching closely Orlando saw the guard stir and jar himself awake. The guard removed his cap and raised a walkie talkie to his face. Moments later a white delivery truck arrived. The guard waved it through the gate as he spoke to someone on the other end of the walkie talkie.
            Down the lane a guard appeared. He was headed towards the guard house. Orlando inched closer. He had some what of a plan in mind and was still working out the kinks.
            The second guard began yelling at the first. He was upset that the guard on duty had fallen asleep. “Don’t you think we monitor everything that goes on around here? Including your idiot ass in here?”
            “I wasn’t sleeping! I was looking down at something.”
            Michael pulled his “borrowed” car up to the guard gate. His arrival surprised the first guard and irritated the second.
            “Who the hell are you?” The second guard demanded as he walked up to Michaels driver side window. “What the hell are you doing here? Get outta here! NOW!”
            “I need directions. Can you help me out?” Michael asked.
            The second guard reached through the window and grabbed at Michaels shirt nearly pulling him out the window. Michael pulled a stun gun out and shot him in the chest. He then jumped out of the car and was in the guard house where took aim at the second guard.
            Orlando stepped out gave a signal to Michael and continued up the path to the main house. Michael opened the trunk to his ‘borrowed’ car and lifted a guard shoving him inside. After both guards were secured in the trunk of the car Michael drove off back the way he had come.
            Orlando was on his own now. He ran up the path and came to a sudden stop when he heard something move in the trees above him. The noise didn’t sound like a typical bird. It was larger and it sounded like a branch had broke from the weight of whatever it was.    
            He didn’t have much time to think about it. The trees on either side of him seemed to come alive as creatures popped out of them. They were dark and Orlando could not tell what they were. They looked to be part dog, part rat, part ape.
            He didn’t have much time to think about it. The trees on either side of him seemed to come alive as creatures popped out of them. They were dark and Orlando could not tell what they were.  He began to swing at them. The creatures began to jump on him clawing at him. They were extremely agile. Orlando made a dead run for the front door. Threw his body against and pushed it open. He slammed it shut behind him.
            As he turned a man in a white suit and very polished white shoes with a black tip stood before him. His red hair was greased back shining brightly. His hands were clasped together as he stood at the top of the stairs looking down at Orlando.
            He gently unclasped his hands and held them upright towards Orlando. “I was not expecting you. But I can not say that I’m not surprised.” The polished man said. His voice very soft.
            Orlando took a few steps away from the door. His sword still in hand, ready. “Are you Lexicon?”
            The polished man gave a smug smile before saying, “You know about Lexicon? How wise of you. If it were I then I would definitely not be here before you.” The polished man tugged at the ends of his white jacket.
            “It’s not you?”
            “I’m Geoffrey.”
            Orlando gave a look of confusion, “Jefferies and Geoffrey, not very creative with your names.”
            Geoffrey took offensive to Orlando’s comment. “It has its purpose. Now I believe you came here for me.”
            “I came for Lexicon.”
            “Lexicon. Are you sure?”
            “What is going on here? And what are those things out there?”
            “Those are not things. Those are my pets.” Geoffrey strode down the remaining stairs and stood a few feet away from Orlando. 
            “What are you?” Orlando asked with a look of disgust.
            “I told you who I am. And I am ready to go with you. I need to speak with Mr. Jefferies. I hear he is being held with you.”
            Orlando stood up straight. He was not sure what he should do. Should he take this man in? Or should he kill him and be done with it. He could search the house for more information on Lexicon. But somehow he was not sure if he was being set up. Where were the rest of the guards? How was it that he was able to stand in the foyer with Geoffrey and no one was running in attacking him?
            He decided on one thing. He walked up to Geoffrey and with the hilt of his sword he swung at the back of his head knocking him out cold. He watched Geoffrey fall to the ground in an unconscious heap. Orlando called Michael on his cell phone spoke briefly and pulled Geoffrey up off the ground and dragged him out of the house.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Mishap and Chaos Preview

This takes place five years before the twins arrive on the islands...                                      

Prologue: ‘Ele 'Ele Ua
The year 2040

          Kana’i rested on his surfboard above the water off the coast of his home; the Big Island of Hawaii. He was several miles out to sea, drifting with the sea, haunted by memories of his father. A spirit of peacefulness was in the air, it was the fall season and the island was always quiet in the fall. This was the season that Kana’i liked best, his grandmother Pele, the fire goddess of Hawaii, always left him alone during the fall.
          In his solitude, Kana’i had time to reflect on his father’s words. His father always told him to play it straight and not to play games with his life.  
He said Kana’i took too many risk with the life he was given. There had been so many late nights when his father had to come out to the police station to pick up his son. Kye would joke that Kana’i had his own cell at the jail.
          He hated the look in his fathers’ eyes, the look of disappointment he didn’t mean to give his father a hard time. It had been a few weeks after the last time his father came to pick him up from the jail, a few weeks since his father was killed.
          Kana’i didn’t feel that his father’s death was given enough attention by the police department. They ruled it accidental. Accidental drowning, his father was the son of Pele the fire goddess. No way did he ‘accidentally’ drown. Kana’i went to Pele; he demanded that she do something. Do whatever it took to avenge his father’s death. She told him that in time Kana’i would know the truth. Kana’i didn’t want to wait for justice. He wanted something done now.
          Kana’i was fifteen years old, his cousin Kye was thirteen. Kana’i couldn’t live on the island of Kaua’i where his father died; he tried to talk Kye into leaving the island with him. His cousin was too stubborn to listen to anything Kana’i had to say. 
He was too much like Kana’i’s father, always played it straight. His father’s words about taking too many risk echoed in his head.
          Kana’i sat up on his surf board as he looked out over the water. There were Haoles setting up their things on the beach. Haoles. They were always around. They acted so entitled, waving their money around the islands.
 He was down to his last few dollars. Standing on his board, he held his left palm out above the water which was still. The water began to pulse. He created a wave to carry him back to the shore. He rode the wave in with ease.
The Haoles watched in admiration as he came to the beach.
          “Wow, dude!” a young boy exclaimed in awe and excitement. “Can you show me how to do that?” An eager smile was on his face as he waited for an answer.
          Kana’i with his wet board tucked under his arm looked at the boy with disdain; “No.” was all he said. He then made his way off the beach.  He heard the boy’s parents call him a few unkind names as he walked away. He didn’t care.
          He was planning on meeting Inoa later that day they were putting together a hit. It’s what they did. They belonged to a crew called ‘Ele ‘Ele Ua which stood for ‘Black Rain’ the crew planned heist throughout the islands. Taking from the Haoles who had so much already, they wouldn’t miss a few dollars.
          Members of ‘Ele ‘Ele Ua worked in the expensive hotels, this gave them access to scope out the guest. They learned how long the guests were staying and how much they were carrying. A few of them had some really nice jewelry that ‘Ele ‘Ele Ua had been able to fence.
          Kana’i enjoyed his run ins with the local police. They had no idea that Kana’i was the grandson of the fire goddess Pele. He heard the stories they would tell about her at parties. He also heard the many stories that were told to the Haoles who went to the Luau’s.
          Kana’i reached his jeep to check the phone that he had in his bag. The light was blinking, he had a message. He pushed play a 3D image of Inoa emerged from his phone.
          “Dude, get down here already. You’re holding us up!”
The message ended fading to black, looks like they were on. In minutes he met Inoa at the usual place. Inoa was not alone, he was with Asher, and Asher was about the same age as they were but he was always quiet and moody. Kana’i had never liked him. But, as a friend of Inoa’s he had no choice but to put up with him. It didn’t mean that Kana’i had to trust him. Trust was something that was earned.
“Took you long enough,” Inoa said. He was in a hurry to head out.
“Where is it at?” Kana’i asked. He was referring to the heist.
          “It’s not far.” Inoa looked uncomfortable before adding, “We're doing this as a favor, to Asher.”
          Kana’i didn’t like that at all. Asher was no friend to him so why would Inoa think he’d go out of his way to do a favor for some guy he didn’t even like? “I’m out,” he said adamantly.
          “No wait. Here me out. It will be quick and simple.”
          Kana’i glanced over at Asher who looked irritated. He could tell that asking Kana’i for help was hard for him to do.
          Inoa noticed the hesitant look in Kana’i’s eyes. He was going to use it to his advantage, “You’ll like this, it involves the island witch.” Inoa knew that Kana’i had suspected that the island witch was behind the death of his father. The look in Kana’i’s eyes changed to a very dark amber. Inoa knew he had Kana’i hooked now, “Will you do it?” He asked the question yet he knew there was no doubt as to the answer.
          It didn’t take them long to reach the island witch’s home. She lived on the Big Island. Right near the sea nestled into large boulders was a deep cave. The opening was narrow and tight. Anyone who walked by it would see only a grouping of boulders and nothing more. They would never know that a cave was hidden within them.
          Kana’i stopped Inoa and Asher from following him inside, “Hey let me do this on my own. I’ll have a better shot at going in alone.”
          Asher didn’t want to agree, “No, it’s my medallion. I should be the one to get it back from that witch!”
          Inoa knew Kana’i was right. Kana’i was always able to pull off the most amazing things when he did jobs on his own, “Asher, just let him do it.”
          Asher didn’t take his gaze off Kana’i as he said, “Don’t screw this up.”
“Whatever,” Kana’i didn’t care how this went down. He just wanted to be alone with the island witch so that he would be able to use his powers. Make her pay for killing his father.
The inside of the cave was dark. He used his magic, his eyes created a crimson of light as he made his way deep inside the cave. His eyes lit up like a flashlight. His approach was slow and cautious. Each step he made was quiet. He moved like a predator. He was in stealth mode.
 The island witch was sleeping. She slept on a small cot against the cave wall the blankets pulled up over her head.
Asher told him that the witch took a family medallion. It was red with the carvings of men hunting. The scene had been carefully carved into the wood.
Kana’i looked carefully around the cave. It was cluttered with junk. He stepped carefully; he didn’t want to wake the island witch. He needn’t have bothered, she was a sound sleeper. He spotted the Medallion hanging on the cave wall. Beneath it purple candles had burnt out on a strange alter. He walked over and snagged the Medallion off the wall, pocketing it. Next he turned his attention to the island witch, he wanted to wake her and show her first hand the true power of a descendent of Pele, the fire goddess.
The island witch sat up in her cot screaming at him, “By the gods what are you doing here!” She shouted in terror. She couldn’t see Kana’i clearly. She could only see the crimson light ebbing from his eyes. He looked like a beast coming to collect her soul and drag her down into the depths of Hell. “It’s not my time yet. Please no! Not yet.”
Kana’i didn’t know what she was talking about nor did he care, with a growl in his voice he said, “Shut up.”
The witch pulled something out of her pocket holding it up in front of her to ward him off, “Take this! Let me give this to you! Please,” she was horrified. She wasn’t ready to die. She held it out to him, “A doubloon.”  
Kana’i’s crimson eyes took a look at it; he recognized it for what it was a Spanish Doubloon. He had heard stories about how the Spanish had found Hawaii two hundred years before the Englishman James Cook.  “How did you get this?” He asked curiously.
“Just take it. Take it please!” She held it out to him, “Take it and leave me be.”
He would not take it in payment for his father’s death. His father meant more to him then this piece of gold. He reached out for the island witch, took hold of her and held her tightly against the cave wall; his hand on her neck prevented her from screaming. The light illuminating from his eyes blinded her; she shut her eyes in fear.
 Whispering softly he said, “You don’t know who I am, do you?” He didn’t wait for a response, “You’re the witch who killed my father. Why should you get to live while he’s dead? Huh?” The hold on her neck tightened. He looked deeply into her eyes, “How could you have been strong enough to kill him?” The question wasn’t addressed to her directly. It was more of a thought that he put to himself. His eyes moved away from hers as they did the light from his eyes moved allowing the island witch to see a side profile.
Relaxing she said, “I know who you are, you’re Kana’i, Kona’s son. Oh please don’t hurt me. I didn’t do anything to your father!”
His eyes were back on her blinding her once more, “Someone did.”
“I would never hurt a member of Pele’s family. I wouldn’t be able to.”
Kana’i released her. No she wouldn’t be able to. The island witch fell to the cold ground. Breathing heavily she said, “I just want to live peacefully.”
Kana’i saw the doubloon on the ground; he picked it up, holding it tightly in his hands.
“There is more for you over there.” She pointed to a pile of doubloons on top of a withered table. Kana’i took those too as he headed out of the cave. As he neared the exit, the lights from his eyes dimmed becoming soft amber once again. Inoa and Asher were waiting for him at the entrance.
“Did you get it?” Asher asked impatiently there was an edge in his voice.
Reaching into his pocket Kana’i pulled out the Medallion to show him, “Here take it.”
Asher snatched it out of Kana’i’s hand looking it over saying, “You took your time about it!”
Kana’i raised an eyebrow, “What? No thank you?”
Asher grumbled a small thank you to him, but Kana’i knew there was no truth in it.
Witnessing the awkward exchange Inoa smacked Kana’i on the back, “Good job, bro, I knew you were the one who could pull this off.”
Once they were away from the cave and away from Asher, Kana’i took one of the doubloons out of his pocket and showed it to Inoa, “Any idea how much we could get for this?” He saw Inoa’s eyes light up.
“Bro!” He grabbed it out of Kana’i’s hands checking it over. “It looks real enough. She had this in there? Are there more?”
“She did. And there are.” Kana’i removed the rest from his pockets.
A huge smile broke across Inoa's face. “Our days of scamming have come to an end my friend.”
“Looks like it.” Taking the Doubloon back from Inoa, Kana’i added, “This stays between the two of us. No one can know about this. Let them think whatever they want.”
“You bet bro.” Inoa took the Doubloon back, “I know just what to do with this.” He gave it a kiss followed by a burst of laughter. Turning more serious he asked, “What did you with the witch?”
Turning away Kana’i said quietly, “It wasn’t her.”
“Bro that sucks, I’m sorry. I thought for sure it was.”
“Look, I got to go. Do what you need to do with that and I’ll see you later.”
“Yeah man,” he watched as Kana’i headed away. Things were going to be better now. For the both of them. Whistling Inoa put his hands in his pockets his fist around the doubloon. He was going to go home kiss his grandparents who had raised him and taken care of him for as long as he could remember. Now it was his turn to take care of them. He would make them proud.

Kana’i had walked down the road, lost in thought. He would use this money as a way to get out from under Pele’s thumb. She had ruled him with a tight fist, but now she would no longer be able to use him like a puppet. He came to a stop; out of the corner of his amber eyes he saw movement and he knew instantly that it was a faerie. There was an aura about faeries that were different from other magical creatures. He watched as she stumbled forward. Her clothes were torn and her dark hair was full of dead leaves. She looked as if she had been on the run.
Her eyes, as she looked at him, the depths of her eyes were icy blue. She suddenly collapsed to her knees clutching at her left side.
It was then that he noticed the blood. She held a pale white hand against the injury at her side.
Kana’i looked around to make sure no one was around. Faeries never came out into the open. They didn’t trust humans, or anyone. Reluctantly he went to her side.
Her voice was lyrical to his ears as she spoke, “Leonids.”
Kana’i moved closer to her, he felt compelled to offer her help. “Is that who did this to you?”
“Yes,” her eyes seemed to pierce him. “I came across on the white stream of glass.”
“You are not making any sense.” Kana’i needed to get her to a hospital.
“I’m sorry, but they followed me across.”
Kana’i glanced around for the man who did this to the faerie.
She grabbed him by the shoulders to keep him from leaving her side. “Leave them.”
“Them?” That got his attention. More then one did this to her?
“I took this from them,” she held up a pendent. A large ruby cut into the shape of a teardrop, hung on a silver rope chain. “I can not stay I must keep moving.”
“You’re seriously hurt.”
“Yes, I am, I am on my way to the witch doctor.” Her voice became raspy. She rose using him to steady herself. “They are using my blood to track me. I must keep moving. If they find me at least they won’t find this with me.” Her eyes met his as she put the ruby into the palm of his right hand. “I know it will be safe with you. I can see it. I've looked into your heart and I can see that you are a good man.”
“What?” Kana’i didn’t quite understand what was happening. He knew she was a faerie, but what he didn’t know, was who or what it was that had done this to her. “Come with me. I will take you to the hospital. That’s a bad gash at your side.”
Her icy gaze locked eyes with his amber. “The humans wouldn’t know what to make of me. What is your name?”
“Kana’i,” he said.
“I am Aria,” she said. “The Leonids, they mustn’t know about this.” She touched his hand with her own. The ruby was held tightly in his grasp.
“Who are the Leonids?”
“Remember, keep this well guarded.” She did not have time to explain to him. She had to get as far away as she could from Kana’i and the ruby. The Leonids were tracking her with her blood. They were so close. “Leonids are shifters.” With that said she ran from Kana’i’s side and jumped into the air, a blue and white mist engulfed her and she was gone from his sight.
Kana’i heard another movement. This one came from behind him. He tucked the ruby into his pocket. A small creature stood in an alley. Horns on its head, hooves as its feet, and its eyes glowed red; they appeared to be separate from its body, floating in space. Kana’i formed fire in his hand and shot it at the creature. When the fire cleared the creature was gone.

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Row80 Check In

       Halloween is tomorrow and I am all set for it! Decorated with Partylite decorations (Partylite consultant here) along with tealights, and I am quite proud with how it all turned out. I went to Costco and bought candy bars for the trick -or- treaters and plan on watching the Ghost Hunters Halloween special and give out candy. Saturday I went to a Halloween party and saw my nieces and nephews in their costumes. I have eight of them and one on the way, have I mentioned I have four brothers?

      As for writing I did not get much done this past week, but I did workout so I think that counts for something. However I will get some writing done today and get back on track. In the meantime here is a cute photo of some of my nieces and nephews in their Halloween costumes... 

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Check In

Check in time! So far, so good! I have been sticking with my Row80 goals and even found time to write on the two days a week (Tuesdays and Thursdays) that are my busy days! Unfortunately I have not had any time to go workout, but my friends understand.

This weekend is a GLAWS meeting, it’s my writers group, GLAWS stands for Greater Los Angeles writers society. I usually miss the monthly meetings and so I making it a point to make this one.

I have also managed to work on some research for a future story and while doing so I found out that there will be a POW WOW in Long Beach next year. Off topic, I bought my favorite cuff bracelet at the last POW WOW I visited.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

#ROW80 Check in

    I started off #ROW80 with a rough start, my goals were to write Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays leaving Sunday as my day for editing. I've also managed to find time to workout daily!
My progress:
I've been staying with the goals I set... I met with the lovely lady who is now my editor! (I wish  I found her sooner.)

Going to keep this check in short because I have a lot to keep me busy.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

The Chronicles Continue

I have been working on the next installment to the Chronicles of Orlando and I wanted to share the book cover and the trailer! It should be available in November!

Monday, October 3, 2011


       I decided to join A Round of Words in 80 days. By doing this I'm hoping I will stay on track because I've been really busy, and now that the holidays are approaching I'm going to need to make sure I stay on track.

      The only days I know I won't be able to write or edit are Tuesdays and Thursdays.
My goals are to write 1,000 words on Mondays, Wednesday and Friday, and that is without editing. Sundays will be for editing/revising/reviewing.

       By the time this is all done I should be ready to give the third book of my Mishap series to my editor!

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Journey to the West

Studying Kung Fu has been a challenging path, there are so many ways to describe it and I would fail with it if I tried. There is much more to the art then what you may believe.
There is a Chinese story called Journey to the West, about a monkey who has magical powers and uses them in battle. So, as I enjoy learning new things and since I would be devoting much of my time to learning this craft I looked into the story.
The monkey king was created from a stone of chaos, which is an early sign that life for this monkey king was going to be anything but normal. He created chaos where ever he went, not because he was wicked, but because he felt he may not have been treated fairly.
He fought against imprisonment against those whose respect he wanted and after centuries the monkey king found what he was looking for.
It’s a journey that I think can be relatable as life can be chaotic, but good friends and teachers help make the journey adventurous and worthwhile.  

I found this great video of the Monkey straight sword … and if you would like to know more about Monkey Kung Fu you can take a look at this site

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Pascua Yaqui, A family history

“It is said, we had been told in a revelation from Heaven, that God had given to the Yaquis a homeland around the Yaqui River. The Yaquis trained themselves to fight, withstand pain and die if necessary to protect God-given land and family life.”  Ernesto Quiroga Sandoval, Historian, Pascua Yaqui Tribe.

           While doing research for a book that I am working on that will focus on the Aztec mythology, I thought I would look into the tribe that my father’s family is from. The Pascua Yaqui Tribe, it is the only tribe recognized with having dual citizenship in both the U.S. and Mexico.
            I thought this was interesting, considering that there are many tribes in the U.S. and Mexico. I thought I would start by talking with my grandmother Emily about any family history that had to do with the Tribe; she didn’t have much to share. She told me that her grandfather was a member of the Tribe and that was all she knew.
            My father was a little more helpful; he had stories about his great grandfather who was still alive while he was growing up. Stories told to him by his great grandmother. He was told that during the 1910-1920 Mexican Revolution my great grandfather left for safety and came to California. This was exciting because I now had some information on my family history and I wanted to see where it would go next.
            I decided to go to a local Pow Wow, where I met several helpful people who where able to answer my many questions about the Tribe. I discovered from my research that my father not only belongs to the Pascua Yaqui Tribe but also to a Tribe located near Carmel California, this connection was from his fathers’ side of the family.
            My goal is to study the history and culture of these people which is very much alive and to share it.

My Grandfather Pat

           It was the summer of 1916; my grandfather Patricio was born into a large family. His father Rufugio, was a silver miner who would later take his sons with him to do some mining. The miner’s lifestyle was not what my grandfather wanted, he had dreams of becoming an engineer, he was smart enough and eager enough, but it eluded him.

Over the course of several years his family moved from Arizona through Texas and settled in California where he married and began his own family. When Bethlehem Steel put out a job posting my grandfather answered even though he knew nothing about how to work in a steel mill. He stood in the line with others who were seeking work and when they were all asked which one of them had experience my grandfather raised his hand and said he did. They hired him that day and he worked there until he retried.

            I just wanted to wish my grandfather a Happy Birthday today, he would have been 95.  

Friday, August 19, 2011

Mishap & Chaos

Deep within the Hawaiian islands is a hidden danger. An island witch who wants nothing more then to end the line of Pele, the fire goddess. Her influence has breached Pele’s inner circle.

The twins are also faced with the consequences of a freed Mnemosyne who no longer stands alone. As others from her world have traveled to earth with unclear intentions.

Grasiella and Tatiana’s only focus is to find their missing grandmother. Risking everything, not knowing if she is dead or alive.

Monday, July 11, 2011

My Grandmother Rose

             I've done a lot of volunteer work, different causes, but there is one organization that I have known about since I was a young girl.
The Special Olympics.
 I have two uncles who were born with special needs. They will never be able to live on their own. My grandmother always wanted my uncles, Michael and Marty to be involved in activities. The one activity that they both seemed to enjoy was bowling.
My grandmother enrolled them in the Lincoln Lions bowling league. The league also hosted dances and Christmas parties, plenty to keep them active. The league turned out to be a place that my grandmother was able to talk to other parents about the needs of their children, these women became some of her closes friends.
After my grandmother's unexpected death, her remaining children wanted my uncles Michael and Marty's lives to remain intact as much as possible.  It was very difficult for my grandfather to take care of Michael and Marty because he himself was in a wheel chair and was unable to drive.
Not once did my mom or any of my aunts and uncles discuss placing Michael and Marty into an institution. Instead what they did, which I think was just incredible; they hired two nurses. These two nurses worked full time with rotating shifts. There was also someone who was hired to come in and cook meals and keep house for them and for my grandfather.
As for bowling, that continued too. A schedule was created for doctor appointments and a rotation was put in place so that every Saturday morning Michael and Marty went bowling. This continued for years, my cousins and I would also volunteer some of our Saturdays which also included a stop at McDonalds or Burger King. Michael and Marty enjoyed stopping at these places to fuel up after bowling all morning.
After my grandfather died one of my aunts moved into the home so that they would feel secure and I also think it was easier for them to deal with their father's passing, with her in the house.
I remember one Saturday, Michael was tired of bowling and decided to go for a walk. He up and left without a word to anyone. I had to chase him out the door and convince him to go back inside. Nothing I said seemed to work and then an idea came to mind, I told him that if he went back inside I would buy him a soda. That worked and for the rest of the morning he sat next to me and we watched Marty finish up.
Over the years I've helped the Special Olympics Committee decorate the bowling alley. Decorating with balloons and I learned how to make giant balloon clusters, which looked rather nice at the entryway.
Over the years my Uncle Michael's health has deteriorated, but nothing can keep him from that bowling alley. He may only play one or two rounds, but his heart and his will are strong. My Uncle Marty has seemed unfazed by time itself, he is not as talkative as Michael, but he is certainly not afraid to speak up when he wants something.
My Grandmother Rose would have been 92 years old today, she may be gone, but she certainly did leave behind a legacy. Family and faith were always on her mind and dear to her heart. My grandparents had eleven children. Two of them have special needs, yet they most certainly made all of our lives special.

Friday, June 17, 2011

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Sons of Anarchy

Per my sister in law, Letty's urging I started watching Sons of Anarchy. It is not a show for the faint of heart, but turns out it is a really good show and it just drew me in. Now I'm hooked! Which works out now that Doctor Who just aired its mid-season finale. Which I must mention I was surprised to finally learn who River Song was. There was a lot of debate between my friends and I as to who she was. None of us saw this one coming.
And as for Sons of Anarchy ... it has Charlie Hunnam who I know from the movie Nicholas Nickleby and all I can say is, "Nicholas Nickleby what are you doing!" 

Also, I am working my way through the next installment of the Orlando Chronicles and I should be done by the end of June maybe early July and then its on its way to my wonderful editor! 

Friday, June 10, 2011

Hauntings in my City Workman Temple Homestead

The Workman Temple Homestead in City of Industry is not known for its hauntings. But I've had an experience there. My brother John had offered to help me with a school project. I had an idea to do a video presentation for a class assignment and John had agreed to be the camera man. We set up the tripod in front of the main door of the Workman Homestead. I began my monologue and I noticed that John kept looking at the second floor window. He said someone had moved the curtain and was looking out. When I looked up I didn't see anything moving.

We later asked the Docent if anyone had been in the house while we were filming and she had told us no. That there had been no tours. I added a portion of the video, I am standing by the front door. Visiting this Homestead is like stepping into a time machine. Everything is kept as it once was. Almost as if the Homestead is waiting for its owners to return.

For more information about the Workman Temple Homestead you can click on this link 

Monday, June 6, 2011


This is my absolute favorite of all the weapons! Maybe because it was the first one that I learned. It is a must in Monkey Kung Fu. Its flows like a work of art. But, you will be able to see that in the video. Learning this form I admit, I injured myself many times. And it hurt! One student atcually broke his in half. But the rewards are greater then the pain.

Friday, June 3, 2011

Pele - Hawaiian fire goddess

Who is Pele?

There are several legends about Pele, and still, she is a mystery. She calls the Hawaiian Islands her home. In my story Mishap & Mayhem she is the 'grandmother' to Kana'i and Kye. Her grandsons risk angering Pele by helping Grasiella and Tatiana. You see, Pele does not trust outsiders, otherwise known as 'Haoles.'

Researching Pele was a lot of fun, I really enjoyed having her in my story. For more information about Pele please read about her here.