D. F. Krieger

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Writer Wednesday: Head Hopping

I get tons of e-mails from authors and writers about head hopping. What is it? How do I spot it? How do I avoid it but still convey what I need to? I thought I'd share this with everyone in hopes you will avoid it in your work in the future.

Head Hopping - When you depart from the POV (point of view) from one character to the next, or to omniscient POV.

So, if the story is in first person perspective, we should always be in first person perspective. I've yet to meet a publishing company that allows first to third in the same story.

If the story is in third person perspective, we can tell the story from the main character's view, but here's the trick: Most publishing companies prefer one POV per chapter or section. You can't switch to Don's perspective in the middle of a paragraph when we've been in Ralph's.

Now how do we spot it? That's the real crux of the issue here, isn't it?

Linda tossed her long, black hair. <--Can you spot the POV departure here? I'll give you a hint; "Long, black". Here's the explanation: On a general basis we don't think about our own eye color, hair length/color/texture. We can't see our expressions. When we are in a character's head, we can only see what they can see. Only feel what they can feel.

The best way to avoid head hopping is to use the five sense. Can your character see/hear/smell/taste/feel it? If not, then it's probably head hopping.

But, but, how do I explain what my character looks like then?!

One rule of thumb, Do NOT use the "mirror trick". That's the oldest trick in the book and editors/reader roll their eyes when it's pulled. What's the mirror trick? When you have your character look in a mirror and think about their own looks. LAME! (Note: I've been guilty of this trick once before. That scene is now gone!)

Now, what you can do? For third person perspective, you can have another main character think about or describe the looks of character one when it is their chapter/scene. Like: Chuck let his gaze travel down the length of Julia with slow assessment. Fiery curls crowned her head, green eyes glared at him, and pale hands rested on curvy hips. Oh yes, this woman was going to be the epitome of a hellcat.

First person stories are a little harder. Dialogue! In this, dialogue is your friend. Example: Jane lifted my bangs and wrinkled her nose. "You have such pretty blue eyes. Why do you hide them?" she asked. <--See, now we know the main characters eyes are blue AND she has bangs that fall over her face.

And that concludes my lesson for today. Clear as mud? Excellent. Any questions?~ D. F. Krieger

Monday, December 26, 2011

Must Read Monday: A Facebook Affair

My night job is as an author, but I also have a *le gasp!* day job. Except, I actually like mine. Okay, in all honesty? I love my day job. I'm an editor. Yep that's right, I'm one of those evil people that you submit your manuscript to and, when I'm done, you cry in the corner. My author's curse my name and dread my e-mails...

But you know what? That's just me putting my evil nature to good. Because, in the end, after the bleeding edits and the author/editor arguments (Yes, you DO have to open that door and show us the sex!), something worth it all is left, waiting for its big release day. I'm so proud of my authors. The end result is: Must Read Mondays.

When Kelly and Brandon rediscover each other on Facebook after twenty years apart, it sparks an attraction that even distance can't extinguish. Do they truly have a future, or is this just a Facebook affair?


Kelly Littleton takes the plunge and finally joins Facebook to socialize without the limits that her hearing impairment gives her. On a whim, she looks up a childhood friend. In sending him that first message, she ignites the memories of a crush from twenty years ago. But will they turn into the flames of romance, or end up the ashes of a Facebook affair?


Brandon Hopkins has a lot on his plate. A recent divorce, a pregnant sister, and now, he realizes he's in love with a woman who lives states away. Can he overcome the boundaries of internet romance to make this desire turn into something real, or will adversity and distance be their undoing?

Points of this book I love? For one I love the fact the relationship sparks off the internet without being from a dating website. My husband and I met online, and no, it wasn't a dating website. So watching their flirtation grow through their messages puts a smile on my face because I remember what it was like.
I also love the fact the heroine is hearing impaired. I once had a reader complain that she wished more hero/ines had to face handicaps and impairment challenges. The reader herself was mute. She felt small and less worthy when she read about all these perfect characters. I e-mailed her to let her know about this book and she was thrilled! I recommend this book to anyone who has a friend or family member who is hearing impaired. My father is deaf and, growing up, I never thought much of it. To me, it was normal lifestyle. But reading this book and what the heroine goes through really puts things in to perspective the struggles he must face every day that we take for granted.

This is certainly a Must Read on my list! ~ D. F. Krieger

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Moving Tails

Most of you knew that we bought a house recently and were in the process of moving. Well, at 2:45 a.m., we finally unloaded the last thing from the U-Haul and called it a night. I'm proud to say a majority of our furniture was placed exactly where it needed to be instead of haphazardly in any available space.

But that's not what this blog post is about. This is about how our animals dealt with the move and their mindset.

Xylas, our two-year old Australian Shepard mix went something like this. Car ride = "Oh god, oh god, I'm gonna die! Please, please, please forgive me for whatever I did-Wait, that's my mommy outside the window! Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! MOMMY!!!" She was brought in the house, where she sniffed around and followed the person of the moment. I let her in the back yard and I swear her eyes went wide. She promptly sky-rocket through every puddle she could find with tail held high like a flag.

MacBeth, our year and a half old Russian Blue has only one thing to say. "There must be an inner circle of hell dedicated to people who make me move. If there isn't, I plan to create one."

Fathom, our eight-month old Russian Blue was completely different in his approach. Car ride in cage = "Group hug cuddle time!" New house = "Oh wow, did you see the size of this room, mom? Hey, look out the door-there's MORE HOUSE. It goes on foreeeever! Oh crap, I'm lost! Moooom, moooom, moooom-Oh, there you are. Hey, I'm going the other direction now."

Calypso - Our six-month old Egyptian Mau mix. Car ride = "Fathom, get off me NOW! I swear I'm going to rip your ears off. No, don't lick me. I don't wanna be washed. I'm NOT going to calm down." New House = "Where's my dad? Okay, dad is here. I found a closet that smells of dad's things. Wait, Fathom, where are you going?! Wait for me!!!"

Faye- Our five-month old Siamese mix. Car ride = "Find a happy place, find a happy place, find a happy place." New house = "Mom, you have to hold me NOW. You are my happy place and I'm scared. Hold me, hold me, hold me! Fine, you can't pick me up? Then I shall climb you and if you bleed from this, remember you could have solved this by simply picking me up."

Tavaresh - Our six month old Martial Ferret had quite an amusing take on the whole ordeal. Car ride = *Insert the Geico "Wheeeee!" pig here* She was literally dooking (a chittering noise ferrets make when happy) as we went over bumps and around curves. New House = Ferret sleep because she wore herself out on the car ride.

Do you have any funny moving stories about your pets? Or even any funny pet stories you want to tell period? Please, share them with me. ~ D. F. Krieger

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Disembodied Body Parts

Who the hell made this rule? Please, someone point it out to me and, while you are at it, point me in the direction of whoever made it so my foot can kick their rear-end! For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, let me give you an example.

She leaned against him, seeking comfort, and smiled when his arms wrapped around her. <--See that? That is considered wrong.

She leaned against him, seeking comfort, and smiled when he wrapped his arms around her. <--That is suppose to be right.

Personally, I hate this "Disembodied Body Parts" rule. I hate enforcing it as an editor and I hate abiding by it as an author. Now I could see it if say, something like this was written:

His eyes followed her across the room. <--- Yeah, I can see where it sounds like his eyes popped out of his head and floated after her.

His gaze followed her across the room. <--True, much better.

But her hand can't slide down his back? His finger can't trail across her jawline? Really?! Anyone else hate this rule or have a writing rule they hate? ~ D. F. Krieger

Monday, November 28, 2011

NaNope

NaNo! Except, not. NaNope? You got it. I had the best intentions. I was rocking out on the fact I had the perfect story outlined in my head to write. It was going to be fantabulous. I know, fantabulous isn't a word...but it should be. Anyway, where were we? Ah, yes, my endeavors at NaNo.

Did you know that people apparently submit more in the month of November than any other month? Yeah, that's what I've found at least. Every time I would sit down to get to work on my NaNo project, Do-do-da-da-de-da ( <---Attempt at my e-mail ringtone). "New Submission!"

I'd be all like "Yay!" And then later that night, after I've read my heart out and either accepted or rejected, I'd take my evening shower, think about my book, and be all like, "Damn!" Except, not in a happy way. In a, "I can't believe that it's now week two and I've only gotten a thousand words wrote" negative kind of cursing.

I finally came to terms with the fact that I'm still sitting below two thousand and I'm not going to make it. Now granted, I didn't face it until last night. I looked at the date, felt my eyes widen, and then promptly logged on to an online game and killed the holy heck out of monsters to vent my frustration. It's a good thing the monsters can't understand me when I'm venting at the computer screen, because I'm sure they would have been shaking a fist at the in-game sky cursing whatever god this "NaNo" is that I'm crusading for.

Next year, NaNo, I will avenge myself and you will be mine!

How many of you bagged that elusive word count? ~ D. F. Krieger

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Once Bit, Twice Shy

Lady LeFaye, safe at last
I stated earlier on Facebook that I would be introducing you all to our newest furbaby. As most of you know, she is a rescue and I promised I would reveal her tragic story. For our baby that we have lovingly dubbed Lady LeFaye (Faye for short), life has almost come to an end, twice.

Faye was found by a local animal control, seizuring and unable to use the entire right half of her body. Nobody knew where she had come from. Nobody expected her to live either. Figuring she'd been hit by a car and with no vet on staff to check, Faye was tossed into the top row of the quarantine cages and expected not to live through the night.

The next morning, however, Faye was alive. The seizures had stopped, but she was still unable to use the entire right half of her body. Enter Tammy, a wonderful woman who fosters for the animal control. Her heart broke for the poor kitten and she took her home to either help her or, if nothing else, give her a more comfortable place to die. What she didn't expect was Faye's fur to start falling off in clumps. Upon further inspection, Tammy found the source of all the poor kitten's discomfort: Faye had been bitten by a poisonous snake. How it didn't kill her, no one knows, but it did paralyze the right side of her body completely.

Tammy spent two months putting Faye through daily water aerobics. Slowly, day by day, the kitten's motor skills improved until her front paw was the only thing that remained useless. But bad news came shortly after. Faye's time with animal control was up, foster or no. Her file had sat in stasis too long and needed to be dealt with. Unwilling to watch all of Faye's effort go down the drain, Tammy placed a call for help on Craigslist.

Like MacBeth, when I opened that post and saw her picture, I knew she needed me. I've dealt with special needs animals many times before, I even shared my home and heart with a completely blind cat for years. Something as trivial as one useless paw wasn't enough to stop myself or my husband from filling out the adoption papers. It took almost two weeks before we were able to bring her home (we had to wait for her to be spayed), but she is now finally safe and sound in our home. She's half-feral and terrified of the world, but who can blame her.

Not her foster sibling, who decided to hitch a ride home with us too. Yes, unexpectedly, we brought home not one, but two cats tonight. A lovely Egyptian Mau mix was at Tammy's house this night as well. Also terrified of the world, she melted in my husbands arms like she'd always belonged there. Calypso stole his heart and, in doing so, guaranteed herself a one way ticket into our home. Fortunately, Tammy was so overjoyed to see the cat actually warm up to someone that Calypso came home with us free of charge. Both are now curled up in their large carrier, dozing as they adjust to the knowledge that death, starvation, and snakes will forever be just a scary shadow of the past. ~ D. F. Krieger

Monday, October 31, 2011

Maybe Baby Winner

Happy Halloween everyone, and thank you for the comments. It was great to see the attention and turn-out that Maybe Baby received.

To answer a few questions: Yes, any uniform (not just military) was accepted. Cops, firefighters, waiters, doctors. Your choice. I was really happy to see so much support for our troops though.

"What branch of service is Colten in?" - Actually I left that part open to the readers interpretation. I felt that Colten and Sarah's story needed to be incorporated into the minds and lives of those who know their pain, their love, and their lifestyle. And for those who aren't involved in the military, it's open for your favorite fantasy serviceman.

My personal Colten, a man named David, is in the Navy. Maybe Baby was written as an outlet and ode to the frustration and dreams that I face and hold every time I have to sit and wonder when my husband is coming home.

Now, to announce the winner of a free copy of Maybe Baby. The winner is.....
ADONIS! 
Congrats Adonis!

I hope everyone has a wonderful and safe Samhain. May the witches you meet cast only joy in your life, and the goblins you meet belong to Jareth. ~ D. F. Krieger

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Maybe Baby Contest

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Sarah's husband, Colten, after informing her that his deployment is extended for another six months, rents her a cabin in the woods as an apology. When she gets there, she’s in for the surprise of a lifetime; Colten is already waiting and ready to make up for the past year they've been apart. Now that he’s retiring from the military, they will never have to worry about being separated again. Sarah can't wait to give herself to her husband, but is she ready to start a new future?

 Excerpt
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        She caressed the front of his jeans, placing her hand over his erection. Sarah, impressed with the bulge
 he made, issued a soft sound of appreciation. It had been so long since she’d seen a penis that she’d almost forgotten how evident a man’s erection could be in the right pair of pants.
“Sarah.” Colten gritted her name out through clenched teeth, his self-imposed restraint evident.
His tone made her feel powerful, in control, and filled with the urge to tease and please him. The zipper of his jeans fought her, refusing to slide down with the ease she wanted, yet gave her an excuse to palm his erection with her other hand. She squeezed him with a gentle pressure and rubbed him through the fabric while she covertly fought the stubborn zipper.
When his zipper cooperated, she switched to unbuttoning his pants. The button popped out with minimal work and Sarah hooked her fingers into his waistband and pulled them, along with his boxers, down. Colten lifted one leg at a time, helping her pull them off until he stood before her, completely naked, his erection standing out in a firm salute. She stepped back, letting her hungry gaze rove over him, taking in the details of his body.
His muscles were far more sculpted than they’d been before he left. A scar ran across the top of his left thigh that hadn’t been there before he deployed, the white a stark contrast to the rest of his tanned body. His hair, once a deep auburn, was now peppered with grey that congregated at the temples. He looked far more mature and it spoke to her in a primal way. Her body recognized him for the experienced warrior he was, and considered the knowledge quite a turn on.
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Want more? Leave a comment telling me about your favorite kind of man in uniform and you'll be entered to win this new release. Contest runs through until midnight, Sunday October 30th.  ~ D. F. Krieger

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Evernight's Midnight Seduction Blog Hop


No matter what your fantasy, these sinfully naughty tales are certain to keep you reading late into the night...

Midnight Seduction is an exclusive collection of erotically charged stories by thirteen talented authors. From dark angels and vampires, to ghosts and kelpies, this anthology is sure to please paranormal romance lovers everywhere. Fulfill your wanton desires and escape into a world where anything is possible. 
Welcome readers, to my blog. As one of the participating authors in the Midnight Seduction anthology, I'm pleased to point you in the direction of my story, Midnight Masquerade. Ever heard of a Kelpie? No? Shame, shame. Every little girl's dream is to own a horse of their own. I encourage you to sit down and have a read about a woman who finds quite the *ahem* stud at the annual Midnight Masquerade. Be careful though, for humans at not allowed at this ball. Only things that go bump in the night may rub elbows on this evening of fun. 
Oh, and as a bit of a treat; I'm giving away one copy of Midnight Seduction (or Sail My Oceans if the reader so chooses) to a lucky commenter. But you must work for it. I want original, I want thought provoking. I want you to leave me a comment containing the name of a creature you rarely, if ever, see in an erotic romance (and wish you saw more of). Don't be shy. I'm up for anything, my darlings. 
 When you are done, don't forget to visit the other super-sexy authors for more chances to win!  
Alexandra O'Hurley
Luxie Ryder
















 

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Panty Emergency

It's been awhile since I've posted on here. In light of my recent events and multiple visits to the hospital, I've had a lot to think about. No, the problem isn't resolved completely, I still have to go for weekly blood tests. But I wanted to share something far more disturbing that happened during my emergency surgery a little over three weeks ago.

I'm finally ready to talk about it.

Even though it still bothers me on a highly emotional level.

During the surgery, while I was knocked out cold, the surgeons...Stole my panties. I know, I know. It took me awhile to even notice. You see, when I woke up about six hours after the surgery, I was still so groggy that it didn't occur to me to check if anything other than my life was still intact. I woke up, realized I was alive, and breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't until about twelve hours after the surgery that I realized what had happened.

My black cotton panties, a favorite pair of mine, were no longer on me. Instead, what I found was this horrendous piece of white net that my nurse called "The Spiderman Panties". WTF? Where the hell were the panties I was wearing when I went in to surgery?! I knew they would take them off, the surgery was the kind that happened down there, but I kinda expected to wake up with them waded into a ball on my night stand. Not GONE! I looked, I swear I did. Even in my pain pill induced state, staggering around like a new foal on wobbly legs, I checked every drawer and nook and cranny for my panties. I loved those panties.

In the end, traumatized by the event, I had to come home without them. Later that afternoon I pulled my underwear drawer open and explained to the five other pairs that look just like it that one of their brethren had fallen in combat. We've been mourning ever since. I think even my purple panties are disturbed. Now, every time I go to the doctor, I can't find a pair of those either. The only ones that appear in my drawer on doctor days are the damn white ones... ~ D. F. Krieger

Monday, August 29, 2011

Hurricanes & Pirates Winner!

As most of you know, I stayed at home for the hurricane. I suppose I'm too stubborn to leave. Fortunately I fared well and the longest power outage was from Saturday night until almost noon Sunday. No big deal and completely livable (especially considering there are those still without power and my heart goes out to them).

By great arcane magic powers granted to me, I cast (rolled) a spell ( 8-sided die) and a winner was randomly chosen. The winner of a free copy of Sail My Oceans is .....*drum roll*......


LAURIE!!!!  
Congrats lady! 

I've already sent an e-mail her way. Thanks for participating everyone. I enjoyed reading the responses and see what all you could come up with. And thanks, also, for the well wishes! I feel like they really helped keep us safe. ~ D. F. Krieger

Friday, August 26, 2011

Hurricanes & Pirates

Ladies and gentlemen, we interrupt your regularly scheduled snark and smut for an important announcement. I'm sure many of you are aware of the incoming hurricane. At this point, I'm not evacuating, but I'm well aware that I may lose power, possibly for days to weeks. If a mandatory evacuation occurs (or common sense kicks in), I will gather up my kids and my pets and head farther inland.

Either way, I highly doubt I'll be available over the weekend. However, I will post a blog after the storm is finished and service/power is back.

Because floods are making me think about pirates, and pirates are making me think about Lucy Verr and her attractive entourage, I'm offering a deal: Leave a comment filling in the blank and you'll be entered to win a free e-copy of Sail My Oceans. (winner will be chosen and announced either Monday afternoon or as soon as I get service back after that time)

Dear Irene,
 I never realized how _____ you could be, but its not enough to ______ me.

Have fun and I do hope everyone else stays safe as well. ~ D. F. Krieger

Monday, August 15, 2011

"Isn't It Ironic?"

I have always loved that song by Alanis Morissette. The lyrics I loved most were:

Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you think everything's okay and everything's going right
And life has a funny way of helping you out when
You think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up
In your face

It describes life for me in a way that nothing else can, right now. Most of you have heard of my new job I landed on Friday. With my husband leaving today for another week (oh the joys of military living), I was happy to receive an e-mail from my boss putting me to work on two stories already. YAY. I really needed the distraction and I'm happy with the timing.

The stuff that is blowing up in my face? We made an offer on a house on Friday as well. Its beautiful and perfect and I think when we move in 18 years, I'm going to be quite sad to leave it. Problem is, I took my husbands car a couple of weeks ago to have the oil changed. The idiots must not have checked the tranny fluid before putting some in, because they over-filled it. When my husband is gone, his car isn't drove much. I have my own, which I let my brother borrow because I barely leave the house. Well hubby drove the car last week and it started stuttering and leaking tranny fluid. Large amounts of tranny fluid. I checked it (why yes, I did used to rebuild 80's model cars and I can diagnose car problems) and the tranny fluid is over full. Waaaay over full.

So now I've got to pay a mechanic to drain the transmission fluid, replace it with the right amount, and check for any damage to the engine block where tranny fluid spewed all over it. Couple this with the fact that we've been informed of roughly a thousand dollars worth of miscellaneous fees involved with purchasing a house (we've never done this before so we were taken off guard) and I'm about to sit in a corner and rock myself. We don't have that kind of money just sitting around. Fortunately my father in-law sent some to help with the house fees. My brother, who will still be living with us, isn't willing to give up his chance of getting his own room. He sleeps in the living room right now. So he's willing to pay whatever we need to buy the house.

Now, to see how much the mechanic will cost. Hopefully, the world will favor us and it'll be a cheap fix. I can only pray. But until them, I'm going to throw myself into writing my own work and editing at my new job. Yes, I'm totally stoked to admit I am part of the real work force again. Fear me and my Purple Pen of Editing DOOM! ~ D. F. Krieger

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Writer's Honor Code

Usually I don't do this many posts in one week, but I was inspired. I joined a writer's group on Facebook last night and one of the posts was someone asking if there was an honor code among writers (like among thieves). Several people had responded, but I noticed there didn't seem to be a good, solid answer.

Gah! I must have an honor code,because now that I know there isn't one, it makes a little voice in the back of my head scream and writhe like a child having a tantrum. I WANT AN HONOR COOOOODE!

I did what any writer would do. I found one! Okay, so really I made it up, but my blog, my rules, right? Right.

Writer's Honor Code

1) One must never steal ideas when a fellow writer posts a WIP on their blog/website/etc.

2) One must not treat their fellow writer with actions born of jealousy

3) One must not scoff at other genres or the writers that write them.

4) One must be just as willing to give support to their fellow writer as demand it.

5) One must not think less of a fellow writer for choosing a different publishing route.

6) One must never try to one-up a fellow writer, especially in public.

7) One must always remember that an unpublished writer is still a writer.

There's my seven rules of the Writer's Honor Code. I made seven because it's an awesome number (and I couldn't think of anything else within the five minute period I had to scribble this down). Now, go forth my fellow writers and REMEMBER THE CODE!!! ~ D. F. Krieger

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Maybe, Baby Announcement

I've been kinda keeping my mouth shut, waiting to let this cat out of the bag. Now that I have official cover art, I can't wait anymore! A military romantic short, Maybe, Baby, was recently picked up by Secret Cravings Publishing. I wrote it as an outlet for my frustrations and daydreams as a military wife. Due out in October, I hope that Maybe, Baby makes you laugh, cry, and fan yourself.

Without further ado, here is a sneak peak at the sexy cover!

I have to say thank you to my cover artist! The cover is exactly what I asked/hoped for! Thus far, working with Secret Cravings Publishing has been a pleasure and I do hope to see many more releases with them in the future! ~ D. F. Krieger

Saturday, August 6, 2011

~Autograph Winner!~

I sincerely apologize for not announcing the contest winner yesterday. My husband arriving home a day early after his month long deployment has screwed up my inner clock. Without further ado, I shall announce the winner-

The Winner Is *insert drumroll* --  HEATHER!!!!!!

*Tons of cheering and whistling and celebratory sounds* 

Heather has been notified via e-mail that she has won.

Thanks to everyone else, and I do hope your weekend is of EPIC proportions. ~ D. F. Krieger

Monday, August 1, 2011

Autograph Contest

Time and again I've been asked, "When/how do I get a signed copy of your work?" Most of those asking wanted to know when they could get their hands on a physical version of Sail My Oceans. Sadly, that story will likely never come to print. I also don't have a Kindle, so the Kindlegraph option, for now, is out. But I have come up with an alternative option!

A wallet sized laminated cover of Sail My Oceans. On the back, you'll find my sprawling signature. Why yes, I did use my Purple Pen of Editing Doom! to write it.

So how, oh how, can you win an autographed cover of my book? Easy, leave a comment. It can be about anything, but I'll admit I'd love to see your favorite line from the book. Or even, favorite character. If nothing else, tell me what you want to see most in the up-coming sequel, Anchor My Stars. If you haven't read Sail my Oceans, don't despair! You're still eligible to win, just leave a comment.

Now, for time lines and rules and all that stuff. Unfortunately, I can only mail within the US at this time. I'm sorry  to all my 'across the ponds' or 'across the borders' cousins. But if you are within the US, you must have a valid e-mail address attached to your comment so I can e-mail you. If you are chosen, you have 48 hours to respond to my e-mail, or I'll move along to the next winner.

The contest will run from Monday, August 1st until Thursday, August 6. A winner will be announced on Friday, August 7th (and contacted by e-mail at that time). Also, I really want to spice things up. For every ten people who leave a comment, I'll chose another winner. So if we have ten entries, there will be one winner. Twenty will make two. So on and so forth. Because yes, I have more than one of these cards in my possession. So spread the word! ~ D. F. Krieger

Friday, July 22, 2011

Will Heal for Parchment & Quill

I used to game, a lot. So much, that I would even give up sleep to do it for days at a time. I played an online MMORPG and I was good at it. The social aspect was awesome and the achievements, though hard to reach, really gave me an ego boost from Hades.

A lot like writing.

Actually, really dang similar to writing.

When working on Sail My Oceans I lost a lot of sleep, often spending midnight hours pounding away at the keyboard. It was a long hard road, but once I achieved my goal of getting it published, it gave me an ego boost from Hades. Like in a game, when you've reached the level cap (aka in writer speak you've become published), you find yourself creating a new character or, in the spirit of writing, a new novel.

Except, sometimes starting new is hard. Let me use gaming as an example. I've been playing a free online game called Wrath of the Fallen. I love the graphics, people are friendly, and I love my abilities as a healer. My in-game name is Farah.

Writing is similar in many respects, I think. When we start a new novel, we know the path we have to tread, but we also know how different it is from when you have the finished fancy product. We yearn to reach it, but to get to it, we have to overcome many obstacles...No matter how many times we've done this before. Each novel, like a new character in a game, has to be treated like an individual being. We play with it to see how we can improve upon what we'd once developed. A few stat points adjusted here (fleshing out our characters), a difference in the spells/talents taken (plot points). Maybe we'll skip the quests and power level (skip crit groups and work with another author we've developed a friendship with) or maybe we don't want the help and just want to solo (SOLO SUCKS! Just sayin').

I took a break from the internet for about six months. Back then, I had Uber Farah. She was level 54 (no small feat to achieve considering most people stop at 40), she was well-known, and she was one of the best healers you could find.

 She looked like this (Yeah, she was so kick-ass, she even rode a Unicorn {side note: that mount was a pain in the butt to achieve. Rare mounts for the bloody win!})

When I came back, everyone I knew was gone or had switched to a private server. I decided to take a break from writing and join them. Let me tell you, it's been hard. As a level 17 healer now, I'm struggling to get through. I remember what it was like to be level 54 and it makes life a little more difficult. Look how forlorn and alone I am on this rock!  


But you know what makes it all worth it, and easier to bear? The friends you make along your journey. Each new character (novel) you're going to acquire new people, new perspectives, and new memories. If you are a gamer, I urge you to come join us on Wrath of the Fallen. It really is fun and you can't beat free. If you aren't a gamer, but you are a reader, I encourage you to pick up a new novel, share a journey with a new writer, and make a new friend. ~ D. F. Krieger

Monday, July 18, 2011

Illusions of Grandeur Shattered

I had to face two realities in the past month. One of which I had an inkling and no false pretenses about, but I've seen many others in the same position as me feeling let down. The other reality was a rather harsh blow and I think it ripped away what innocence I had left.

Illusion Number 1: When I release my first book, my royalty check and popularity will be through the roof.

I had a feeling it wouldn't be like this and I'm sorry if I just shot any wanna-be writers down. Oh, you can smile smugly at me and believe your book/writing/marketing ideas are so different that you'll do tons better than me, but I assure you, cases like the above are one in a million. Writing a novel isn't a one shot deal to fame and fortune. I never believed it was, but it was still a hard truth to swallow when I saw it happen to me and a few fellow writers. A few of them became disheartened.

What I have learned is that if you want to be known and make the money, you've got to get your stuff out there. You need to build a readership. The more stories you have out and about, the more your popularity (and your paycheck) will create a snowball effect. Given this knowledge, I have spent every spare moment writing my butt off. I can't be the next big thing if no one even knows my name.

Illusion Number 2: When the military isn't on deployments, they are home.

Yup, this is an illusion. And believe it or not, before I was a military wife, I had no idea. I honestly thought that if my husband wasn't on deployment, he would spend every night coming home from work like anyone else with a 8-5 job. Then I learned about duty days... Okay, I can deal with that. One night a week that he has to work, no big deal. Then, I heard about work-ups.

Backtracking a little here. When my husband was stationed here, his ship was already deployed. He had to leave within two weeks. It was hard, but we worked with it. When he came home, his ship had to get some repairs done to it. This meant no work-ups, no deployments, no taking off at all. I didn't realize how lucky we were. Just before his ship was released, I heard murmurs of this dreaded thing called work-up. I was informed by other military wives that work-ups are mini deployments. The scoundrels that thought of these horrid ideas also decreed that work-ups cannot exceed thirty days (so they don't have to pay separations pay to the families) but the ship can pull a 29 days out, 1 day in, 29 days out, etc schedule. I thought this was an extreme situation horror story, that it would never happen to us. But it did, just this month. Damn, really? So in essence, my husband is deployed, but he's not. And no. I don't get to skype/IM/video chat with him. I get an e-mail about twice a day. If I'm lucky he can use a payphone on the ship (that yes, we have to pay for by buying a calling card through the ship).

What am I doing to deal with these two monumental illusions being shattered? Well, I'm writing, of course. Because, at the end of the day, that's the only way I'm going to be able to keep my sanity.

So question: What illusions have you had broken that sticks out in your memories? How did you deal with it?~ D. F. Krieger

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Why Does the Snake Bite?

Our household tends to use a phrase pretty often. "Why does the snake bite?"  It comes from an old Native American tale in which a medicine woman finds an injured snake and cares for it. When the snake is healed, it bites her. As she lies dying on the floor, she asks the snake to explain to her, after all her devotion, love and care, why it bit her. The snake's simple reply was, "Because I'm a snake. It is my nature."

Except today it didn't.

Let me rewind and explain.

As many of you know, hubby had to leave again after only a day of being home. We all took it pretty hard. My brother, in an attempt to cheer us up, suggested that we all go for a hike. He knows how much I love the outdoors and since moving to this big city (far from my country home), I haven't gotten to experience much fresh air, quiet forest, and exquisite wildlife. I agreed to the idea and he, myself, and my two children piled into the car. We'd done a brief internet search and found a local hiking trail on two acres, nestled deep in the heart of a local city. To protect it's reputation, it shall remain unnamed.

The scenery was breath-taking and we were truly enjoying ourselves. Beautiful, metallic blue and green dragonflies with pitch black wings danced around us in groups. One even let me touch it. Small fish swam in a stream that ran parallel to the mulch covered trail we were on. Ivy climbed tall trees with plaques that announced they were well over 200 years old. We were really enjoying ourselves.

Until the snake.

My family has always made fun of me when we go for walks around our neighborhood because I walk with my head down and my gaze searching the path just a few feet ahead of me. They tease me it is because I'm so socially awkward (read paranoid/shy) that I try not to see the people around us. I call it self-preservation. I came from a farm that had a pond. During the hot summer months, it was usually swarming with snakes (black king snakes, brown or green garden snakes, copper heads, cotton mouths). I've been taught, since the moment I could toddle, to watch for snakes.

That's why I saw it when they didn't.

My brother, pushing the stroller with my one and a half year old child, was walking right next to it. My six year old was already ahead on the path. I saw it and had three thoughts run through my head.

1) It was about 3 or 4 feet long

2) It was within biting distance of my brother and my youngest child

3) It was a poisonous copper head

What I should have done was kept my mouth shut, let my brother get past, and then said something to him. What I did do was say, "Oh my gods, Michael!"

He, hearing the panic in my voice, froze.

"No, no, no, no! Keep going. Keep going and you'll be safe." <--My voice rising as I say this.

My six year old, hearing the panic too, comes running back to the safest place he knows. Straight at me. Straight across the snake. I screamed at him to stop. Mike, still not knowing what is wrong, reaches out to grab him. Xander trips, falls, and lands ON the freaking snake.

You know how, in movies, when really, really bad shit happens, they slow the frames down. Yeah...I screamed my sons name in a way I have never screamed in my life as I watched him fall. Sheer panic over took me. I wanted to lunge forward, but I knew I would never get there in time.

My son landed. The snake froze, its head touching my boy's chest. My brother jerked my son back to his feet and stepped away, then FINALLY sees the snake. The snake, clearly confused, slithers off. The poisonous snake, who could have, and by all rights, should have, bitten my child, did not touch him.

My six year old and I clutched each other on the path and cried, shaking. I don't know why the snake didn't bite him. It is a snake's nature to bite. Not only that, but with all the commotion and a human falling on it, it should have bit out of self-defense, if for no other reason.

I, for one, am just happy that in this case, the snake decided to act against it's nature. ~ D. F. Krieger

Friday, July 8, 2011

Sizzling Summer Selectee

Wow, the blog hop was amazing and I'm glad to see how many of you joined me! Though I only was able to pick one winner (through a random number generator cause I couldn't find a 14 sided die), I encourage all of you not to get discouraged. I've heard whispers in the wind that there shall be another blog hop and give-away in the future...*Cough*ThisFall*Cough*

Though, I admit I won't be adverse if any of you simply can'.t wait and MUST buy the book now. And just because it is my duty as an author to promote my book, I shall direct you to an awesome review post in Manic Readers. Not only did Sail My Oceans receive a 4.5 out of 5 stars, it was also compared to the popular TV series, Firefly. I'm a fan of the show, so in my mind...Best...Compliment...EVER!

Now, drum roll please? *Insert sound of a standard drum roll for an awe inspiring big reveal*

The winner of Sail My Oceans from Evernight's Sizzling Summer Blog Hop goes to:  LadyVampire2U!!!

*Loads of cheering, whistling, and all around merry making happy sounds!*

Congrads! And to all the rest of you, thank you for visiting and I hope to continue to be worthy of your attention and follows. ~ D. F. Krieger

Monday, July 4, 2011

Sizzling Summer Blog Hop


Greetings and welcome! It's summer and the authors of Evernight know just what you need to help pass the time. You need books to read, and lots of them! Well, we've got you covered. It requires no sweat (okay, well a little. But in a good kind of way ;)  ), no tears, and no back-breaking labor. All it requires is a comment with your name and an e-mail address. We also would appreciate a blog follow.

Then the magical part comes in. Because, if you do those few little things, you are automatically entered to win a book or in some cases, books, on each blog you visit and comment on.

Yeah, free book(s) for your pleasure. Awesome sexy stories to keep you entertained while you lay by the pool side, lounge in your air conditioned living room, or during a quick lunch break at the office.

This blog hop runs from July 5th through July 8th. Winners will be contacted and announced on July 9th.

Sail My Oceans, a futuristic sci-fi, is up for grabs from my blog. I will be giving away one e-book copy to a lucky commenter.

Be sure and check out the other lovely authors of Evernight Publishing by clinking on a link below. Best of luck to you all and Happy Hopping! ~ D. F. Krieger

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday

Greetings everyone! After a lengthy hiatus, I have returned. I decided to offer up a few sentences from my recent release, Sail My Oceans. I do hope you enjoy. (PS- Erotic Content Warning!)

His tongue flicked her nipple, eliciting a gasp from her. "More," she demanded. "Take it in your mouth. I want to feel you suck it."

"As you wish, mistress." Julius' voice rumbled against her skin, causing her nipples to perk so hard it was almost painful.
 Thanks for stopping by and I wish you a happy (and SAFE) 4th of July celebration! ~ D. F. Krieger

To return to the Six Sentence Sunday website, click  HERE

Friday, July 1, 2011

One Good Deed

 I just had the sweetest lady in the world do something that blew me away. She struck up conversation in the grocery store, telling me how my kids look so much like her own when they were little. Instead of nodding and moving on, I talked with her. (What they hey, she was nice, it's a nice day, why not, right?) We talked from kids, to pets, to the fact her children are adopted and how I'd like to adopt a little girl one day. We talked about animal rescue and our husbands. We parted ways with a smile and a "It was nice to meet you."

When checking out, she approached the cashier and told them she was paying for my groceries. I was floored, I protested. She firmly told me, "Enjoy your little boys while you have them at home, before they are grown and doing their own thing like mine. I want you to use the money you just saved and go make a memory with your kids with it."

I thanked her..and cried the whole way home. Every time I start to lose faith in humanity, some one proves there is still hope. I don't care what deity that woman prays to (I'm pagan myself), but I hope she is blessed in every way possible the rest of her kind hearted life!

Thought I'd share. I hope it will inspire others to do a good deed too. What am I going to do with the money she saved me? Exactly what she asked. Kids are deciding right now where they want to go this weekend. I plan on taking plenty of pictures.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

You're A Winner

First of all, I was rather pleased with the people who stepped forward through various mediums to tell me their opinion on what I should write next. I tallied up the answers and the results are as follows:

Wings of Obsidian and Anchor My Stars are TIED!

That's right, you, the readers, decided you wanted dragons...and wanted more of the star-ship, Tartarus. I'm not one to disappoint, so I've started work on writing Wings, and already began an outline for Anchor. I'll be flipping back and forth between the two, but I'll likely have Wings of Obsidian finished first.

Now, it's time to announce a winner. Blueamosruby!!!! They have been contact via e-mail!

Don't give up, though. You still have a chance to win a copy of Sail My Oceans. I've been interviewed over at fellow Evernight Author, Fionn Jameson's blog! Stop on by and leave a comment until June 26th for a second chance to win your free copy! ~ D. F. Krieger

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Crack My Whip!

As soon as Sail My Oceans was accepted for publication, Evernight put out a call for a Halloween anthology. Needless to say, I've been keeping myself pretty darn busy working on that in my spare time. Haha, spare time. What I meant to say is time not spent cleaning, taking care of the kids, weekly blood work at the hospital, cooking, or sight seeing with the visiting in-laws has been used for writing. No TV, no video games (that one almost killed me right there!), no reading, no nightly walks.

But, I finished Midnight Masquerade and sent it in last night. This morning, it was accepted for the anthology.

Now what?

Here's my issue, and one I really need help with from readers. I have ten or so stories sitting around, begging to be wrote. I have no idea which one to focus on. Without buckling down and focusing, I'll never get anything done. So I'm going to list my top favorites, and I'd love for people to comment, e-mail, tweet, facebook, whatever medium you desire to use, and tell me which you'd be most interested in reading. I'd love to give more details, but I'd rather not spoil everything too much.

Wings of Obsidian - Fantasy. It has the potential to spawn a ten book series. Dragon (who can shift to human form) and human woman.

His Prey - Historic America (before settlers hit the shores). Wolf shifter and deer shifter.

Claiming Bubastis - Ancient Egypt. Persian general and Egyptian Priestess.

Sinners and Saints - Historic England. Incubi and a witch.

Dryad Dreams - Contemporary. Dryad and Human.

Anchor My Stars - Sci-fi Futuristic. The sequel to Sail My Oceans.

Because I'm so grateful for the help, I'll even throw in this: Everyone who contacts me with their opinion will have a chance to win an e-copy of my new release, Sail My Oceans. To make it fair, I'll take comments until midnight (eastern time US) on Friday, June 24th . Saturday, I'll announce and contact the winner, as well as reveal which title won.

Please be certain you give me an e-mail address to contact you at in case you win! Now get to it and tell me what you want me to do! ~ D. F. Krieger

Friday, June 17, 2011

Released: Sail My Oceans

 

I'm happy to announce that, Sail My Oceans, is now available for purchase through Evernight Publishing. Here is the blurb:

Captain Lucy Verr of the pirate ship, Tartarus, lands on a backwater planet to do a few deals, and ends up buying a couple of men from the local jail house. They're gorgeous, and she can easily make a profit from them, but they have a secret, and an offer, that Lucy just can't resist.

Devon and Julius are best friends, and have been betrayed. When a beautiful pirate captain takes them aboard with intentions to sell them to the highest bidder, the men make her an offer - they'll cater to her most intimate desires every night of the trip if she'll take them home.

I hope you enjoy!  ~ D. F. Krieger

Friday, June 10, 2011

Why Write That

With my upcoming release date of June 17th, I thought I'd cover a topic that I've seen come up over and over. I'd never had to deal with it until recently, in public, when I was asked what my book, Sail My Oceans, is about.

"Its a futuristic erotica." My reply was without hesitation.

The woman got a strange look on her face. "Why? What makes you want to write that stuff."

I tried not to bristle. It was an honest question (even if there was a hint of disdain in her voice.) It didn't take me long to come up with an answer. I decided that I wanted to tell her the exact truth, and I'm going to give it to my readers too. My answer is simple.

"I write sex because I'm often sexually deprived."

I tried not to laugh as her eyes turned big as saucers. "Well, I'd think marriage would be the way to solve that," she finally stuttered.

"I am married..." I let it sit for a moment. "To the military."

And there it was. We're in a cluster of military bases. If you are old enough to have a thought process, you are old enough to understand military lifestyle around here. One golden rule of being married to the military: The service member is hardly ever home.

Example: As of this coming Wednesday, in two weeks worth of time, I'll have seen my husband roughly six days total (well evenings, not full days). His ship is performing work-ups off and on (mini deployments to gear up for the real thing) and he's gone for days. Most of June he wont be home.

I'm not going to cheat on my husband. With that being said, I'd like to point out that my husband knows exactly what I write, and why - And he's perfectly okay with it. As a matter of fact, he's often one of my beta readers/critique partners (having a photojournalist for a husband is awesome like that!).

So yes, I write erotic fiction. I'll continue to write erotic fiction for years. You know why? Because I'm sexually deprived so that American's can enjoy their many freedoms!

So tell me, dear readers, if you write, why do you write what you do? And if you only read, why do you read what you do? ~ D. F. Krieger

Friday, May 27, 2011

Irresisitably Sweet Blog Award


I was unexpectedly tagged today by Kerrianne Coombs. You can find her blog here - http://kerriannecoombes.blogspot.com/ . I'm really surprised and really appreciate it! (Shhh, don't tell anyone but this is my first blog award.)

The rules of the blog state that:
1) You link the person who sent it to you (check)
2) List seven random facts about yourself
3) Pass the award on to 15 other awesome blog buddies
4) Contact them and let them know

So.... Seven random facts about me? Yipes! I'll give it a shot and hope you think they are cool.

1) I have worked as a kennel tech at animal rescue agencies, a librarian and a computer teacher.

2) I have two piercings in my left earlobe, and only one in my right...On purpose!

3) I would commit murder (in the very literal sense!) to own a motorcycle.

4) I'm addicted to 1980's model vehicles! And I used to rebuild them.

5) I talk to my cat like he is one of my children, and thoroughly believe he understands everything I say.

6) I used to be absolutely terrified of ferrets, until one went out of it's way a couple of months ago to make friends at my local SPCA.

7) I'm a video game addict. (Yep, gamer girls totally exist!)

Okay, whew, that actually took half an hour to come up with! Geez, writing fiction takes less time than non-fiction, I swear. Now, to try to dig up 15 people I can pass this blog award on to.

 In no particular order:

Kimmydon
Melissa Ecker
Angelina Rain
Faith Van Horne
R. C. Murphy
Wendy Sparrow
Sarah Grimm
Margeanne Mitchell
N. M. Martinez
Devin Harnois
Karyn Gerrard
Janelle Madigan
Delilah Hunt
Anna Keraleigh
Alexandra O'Hurley

Check out all these wonderful people (somehow I actually managed to find 15!). They are all awesome and talented and deserve your attention! ~ D. F. Krieger

Monday, May 23, 2011

Level Up!

On Thursday night I inadvertently convinced my husband that someone had died. What else is he suppose to think when I pick up my phone, check my e-mail, and then start bawling my eyes out? It took me handing him the phone before he understood my emotional breakdown.

You see, after receiving some bad news at the doctor's office Wednesday (we're officially suffering a miscarriage) I did the only thing I could to cope...I planted myself in my computer chair, applied myself to making one last round of edits to "Sail My Oceans", creating a one-page synopsis, and formatting a query letter. I sent it Thursday evening. That same night I received an e-mail from the publishing company. I figured it was the standard, "We received your submission. Please give us blah blah amount of time to look it over." When I opened it, I saw it was addressed specifically to me.


Oh, that's a nice extra touch. They actually put your name in the standard acknowledgment e-mail. But then I read further...

"We would be happy to publish-"  <--I read those six words a few times before I realized what I was looking at. That's when I started to cry. I think I continued crying off and on for about two hours. When I e-mailed them back telling them I was happy to accept a contract with them, I was good and stuffed up from crying.

I have no idea if the title will stay the same. I have been informed that my projected release date is in July. I just know that such good news couldn't have come at a better time. I'm a firm believer in karma, and that everything bad has to be counteracted by something good. I'm not happy we've lost our pregnancy, nor do I think this is a good counter balance to that fact; but I'm certainly thankful that something happened to help me deal with such bad news.

The other writers from the publisher have already welcomed me with warm smiles and open arms. They've been super nice, super funny, and super supportive to the new kid on the block. They're also all super talented. If you want something to read, I highly recommend checking out the ladies at Evernight Publishing! My new sisters armed with pens. ~ D. F. Krieger

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

January 4th or Shelter

I actually have a different announcement to post (much along the same lines as last week), but I'm sure that if I put off this post any longer, a certain someone who honestly knows where I live might do horrible things to me. Like...well, you know. Not go to Chili's with me anymore! Yes, she would be THAT cruel.

I mention Macbeth a lot in my posts, but people have asked what the story is behind him. So I promised a few weeks ago that I'd do a blog post about him.

I wasn't looking for a cat. I was on Craig's List for the first time in my life trying to help out a friend. She wanted to find a puppy for her husband around Christmas time, and I was checking Craig's to see if there happened to be any of that breed posted. I came to a screeching halt when I saw the post listed, "Russian Blue: January 4th or Shelter".

Come on! Anyone who knows me can tell you I'm a sucker for Russian Blue cats.

The post described him as being 5 months old, neutered, up to date on all his shots, and needing a new home. There was a 'rehoming fee'. I paused at that one. I'd seen what Craig's List considered a reasonable rehoming fee. Some animals on there had been hundreds, for a mixed breed older dog. I closed the link and moved on.

But his picture stuck with me.

I spoke with my husband about the cat. He was no help. He simply shrugged and told me he'd support whatever I wanted to do. Days later, I finally sent an e-mail asking if the cat still needed a home, asking what the adoption fee was, and giving them my contact information. Within an hour, a lady called me asking me about my background. I told her about my extensive past with animal rescue, gave her several references from the local SPCA I currently foster for, and my old boss from my previous job before I moved here, etc.

"Well, you see, the cat is feral. It's really tragic. No one can touch him. He's been in three different foster homes since we live trapped him from a feral cat colony when he was 12 weeks old. Are you still interested?"

I felt something twist in my heart. Feral cats are my speciality. I've dealt with feral cats since I was a teenager. And somehow, deep down, I knew this was my cat. I told her I was very interested. She told me that cat was free then and we settled on a date when I could pick him up from his foster family.

The lady who had called me had trouble getting ahold of his foster family, so the date was scooted around quite a few times. But finally, the call came and I was given an address. When I went, I was led into a side room and a recliner was tilted back. Under was the most terrified cat I'd ever seen in my life. He was gorgeous. I spoke to him soothingly, scooped him in my arms, carried him to the carrier, and tried to get him in. He was fine with me, until that carrier bit. Then he rocketted out of my arms and into the corner beside the recliner. After many warning cries and hissing (yet he never struck out at me) I  simply crowded him with the carrier until he rushed in.

I was informed I was the first person ever he'd allowed to pick him up and carry him.

I had a cage set up for him in my bedroom, right by my computer. Slowly but surely he came to accept me touching him. Within a month he was purring. Within two he was free ranging the bedroom. Within three he was laying by the couch while I watched tv with my husband in the evenings. Within four, he was griping at me if I stayed in the living room later than our 'bed time'. (He also cries at me if we have company. Apparently he's afraid visitors will hurt me and I'm not allowed to socialize). It'll be five months that he's lived with us on the 7th of May, and he decided last night to sleep on the bed with us.

This basket is right beside my computer chair. As you can see, he is a very happy boy!


Now for my extra news. Speaking of cats, Whispering Angel Books has selected my story "Silver Saint" for their anthology, Nurturing Paws. This non-fiction anthology is about the positive impact an animal has had on some one's life. I was so excited to get that e-mail! They are expecting to publish this summer. ~ D. F. Krieger

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

My Wednesday News Flash

We interrupt your scheduled post of, Jan. 4th or Shelter, to bring you some important news.

I have been offered a publishing contract. My non-fiction piece, If Not For Xander, will be featured in an anthology sponsored by Changes In Life. I am very excited by this opportunity.

The anthology, with the current working title of: Woman I've Become, will feature stories of women who escaped abusive relationships, and the people in their lives who inspired them to live a better life.

Release date and details will be posted when they are available.

Tune in next week for the tragedy of my Macbeth. ~ D. F. Krieger

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Thump in the Night

I was attacked last night! It was scary, but in fighting back, I gained my feral cats lasting admiration. I am a hunter in his eyes now.

You see, it all started at almost two in the morning. I'd been in bed for about half an hour (I just know I'm going to hear it from my father-in-law when he reads this!) when I heard a strange humming sound. I brushed it off. We live near two airports so I figured it was simply a helicopter doing night ops. That was, until it smacked into my arm. It was huge and hard and distinctly insect-like. I shot upright and shook my arm like I was trying to get a deadly goo off before it ate me alive. I got it off alright.

And when it attached to my face, I realized I would have been better off letting it stay on my arm.

With a shriek that could wake the dead (I know it's true because it actually woke my husband), I bolted out of bed, flailing like a head-banger at a metal concert. When it disappeared, I stood there shaking, uncertain how to explain to my husband that I'd just been viciously attacked. I'm sure he thought I was quite insane, but in my defense the room was pitch black and there was no way he could see the horrid creature. My husband, gods bless his little heart, starting trying to talk me into calming down like one talks a mental patient off a ledge.

"It was probably just a nightmare," he said.

Upon hearing that, I had every intention to sulk...for days! But then I heard the humming again, and a thunk as it landed on the wall that our headboard rests against. My cat (Macbeth) and I lunged for the spot at the same time. I belatedly realized that until I knew exactly what kind of insect it was, grabbing it was not in my best interest. I raced to the other side of the room and switched on the light.

I'll admit I smirked when my husband yelped in agony at the sudden blinding light.

Macbeth, mean while, was up on the bed and frantically digging at my pillow. I pushed him to the side, pulled the pillow back, and jumped back myself when a large black blur went flying past my head. The ominous humming echoed loudly as it flew in ever tightening circles towards the ceiling. Macbeth paced under it, chittering deep in his throat.

"Smack it," my husband suggested.

I stared at him in horror. "I don't know what it is. What if it stings me? I'm going to wait til it lands."

When it did land, I gave a silent prayer that I hadn't took my husband's advice. It landed on my fan cord, about the size of a quarter. It was by far the biggest STINK BUG I'd ever seen in my life!

Thinking quickly, I grabbed a cup and a plastic object and trapped the stink bug, then hurried down the hallway and threw it outside. When I returned, Macbeth twined around my legs. The adoration in his eyes told me more then words ever could; I was now the best hunter ever!

I suppose in cat this means I've officially leveled up. When I awoke this morning, Macbeth was so lovable, he even made it difficult for me to get dressed. I guess I should be proud. I've ranked up from Servant to Lady In Waiting. ~ D. F. Krieger

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

You Get What You "Kneed"

Sorry for the obvious pun in the title, but I'm trying to be as light hearted about this as possible. My knee is being churlish and won't agree to any bribery or negotiations I've offered, pleaded, or threatened. Because of this, I've been on bedrest for two days (maybe three now?) and I'm not seeing a meeting of the minds any time soon.

Patellar Femoral Tracking (or Syndrome). I just know it hurts. To make it short, it's almost like arthritis in the cartilage under the knee cap. It can be caused by an irregular gait, or an injury to your knee. Mine was caused by a two year old doing a flying tackle leap about six years ago. He knocked my knee cap sideways and the rest is history.

It doesn't act up all the time. I can't really get up and down stairs on a good day, but I can usually walk just fine. There is the constant knowledge that at any moment my knee might randomly decide to give (and I swear I hear evil laughter when it does). Maybe my leg is really demon possessed? Either way, it totally popped out and gave when I was getting into the tub for a shower a few nights ago. It's been double it's size and I've been using a brace and a cane to even get from room to room.

My husband has called the doctor, but they can't see me until May 9th. They highly recommend we go to a walk in clinic. We'll be doing that Friday (me driving myself is kinda out of the question, so I have to wait until Hubby has a day off), but until then the doctor strongly suggests that I keep my leg straight and elevated at all times. He obviously doesn't know what it's like to have a house full of kids.

Anyway, short spurts at the computer are the best I can manage (because I use a desktop and can't just drag the computer onto my lap). I hope to get better soon and, with luck, some nice pain pills. Until I do, I'll be ghosting off and on. If anybody sees an exorcist, maybe you could send them my way? ~ D. F. Krieger

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Clique

Most writers I know aren't social butterflies. Oh, there's some here and there, but most of them admit that what socializing they do pull of is bluff and fake smiles. I often wonder if it is part of our less social nature that makes us desire to be writers? Or maybe you must be of such a social nature to handle the large amounts of solitude that being a productive writer puts you through?

Regardless, one thing I have noticed is that despite not being in high school anymore and our deer-like reaction to crowds, writer's still tend to form cliques. Honestly, I've noticed that about everyone. There's cliques on Twitter, cliques on Facebook, cliques amongst the military wives here in my hometown. I am not sure I really understand why, honestly.

Online most of these people have never (and may never) meet. Less face time should equate more time to expand your social horizons. Being the new kid on Twitter will quickly push that idealism from your head though. Try replying to the post of someone that you follow who is also following you. Replies to replies seem far and few between. I wonder, if one has no intention of replying to those that speak to them, what is the point of having an account on Facebook or Twitter (this goes for celebrities too; especially on Twitter).

Now maybe all of these happen to catch my attention because I have never been the type to fall into cliques? Maybe it's because I've spent a majority of my life watching people I know avidly talk about their fun nights and get togethers, but I'm never a part of that? I know I'm not the most social person in the world, I can easily go for days ghosting on the public sites, but never speaking a word. It's not that I have nothing to say, it's just that I'm aware that people don't generally and honestly care.

I will admit that when I was gone for two days, I did have a couple of great ladies show enthusiasm for my return (*Waves at Kimmy and Angelina*).  And this isn't a post requesting sympathy, by all means, I don't desire it. I'm just merely amused by the fact that, despite our ages, people still tend to cluster together to the exclusion of everyone else. They don't do it out of maliciousness (or at least I hope not). They do it because they are so caught up in their lives, and the lives of their 'besties' that they don't take the time to get to know anyone else. They have their select few, usually from two to a handful of people, that is their center. You'd think the military people here would be more open. After all, our lives revolve around the 'Here today, gone tomorrow' principle.

So what about you guys? Writer's, readers, mothers, husbands; do you have a clique? Or do you find your social interactions limited to your immediate family and the occasional texting spree? ~ D. F. Krieger

Thursday, March 24, 2011

The Last Straw

I try to be a patient person. I try to be understanding, forgiving, thoughtful. I really do. But even I have my limits. My neighbors are now suffering the consequence.

For those of you that didn't know, my husband is in the Navy. We live in base housing, which is actually a housing community off base owned by the military. It's a beautiful area, and pretty quiet. Other than the vagrants who keep spray painting the park, things are calm and clean.

The houses range from duplexes to town houses. When we moved here, I was lucky enough to get a duplex. It's pretty big, it doesn't have any stairs (because navigating stairs with my knee is more of a chore then I can handle some days), and it has a large backyard. Well, large compared to what the town houses have. Anyhoo, my neighbors seem nice enough. They are always on the go, but them not being home means things are quiet next door.

Except for the fact that every time my neighbors pull out to leave they do so like this: Pull infront of my car, through my yard, out the back end of my side of the driveway, and out onto the street. When they come home they pull in behind my car, circle through my yard, turn infront of my car, pull nearly up to my front door, reverse into their own driveway...and park. I've tried desperately to keep my cool about it. Where I come from, driving through people's yards isn't kosher. I've tried to ignore that their headlights blaring into my bedroom window at odd hours (sometimes as late as 1 a.m.). I've tried to ignore the fact that if the military housing decides to get pissy about ruts in the yards, they are going to give ME a citation because it's on my side of the yard.

I've kept my mouth shut...and even calmed myself with the knowledge that now that I'm pregnant I'll be moving soon. One more kid means we'll qualify for a bigger house.

But then my neighbor had to be a total asshole last week...And I've had it!

With the military, it's common to have friends on different ships/units. We had a friend who needed to park his car here for two weeks while he left for a work-up (a mini deployment that gets the ship ready for the real thing). No big deal. We put his car in our driveway, the nose overhanging on the grass a little towards our front door, then park our PT Cruisers in a row behind it and ShaZoom! We have the cars all on our side of the driveway, with nothing parked on the street. Go us and being good friends.

All good, right? Ha! The day our friend comes to pick his car up he finds out it has a flat tire. No big deal, his tire tends to leak. But once he gets the tire aired up, his key literally snaps in half when he goes to start up his car. And it's one of those microchip keys. He ends up having to call a tow truck and have it towed to a storage unit. Now, enter nosey neighbor, watching it being loaded on the tow truck.

"I'm glad to see that car gone. It was making it difficult for us to get in and out."

What?! Really? I bristle on the inside, but I do my best to be nice. I'm moving soon, I'm moving soon, I'm moving soon. Trying desperately to think of anything to fill the silence, I latch on to the gathering clouds and ask if he's heard if it's going to rain? To which he promptly asks (in a snide voice) if I have a TV.

Oh, it's on!

I spent about two days plotting what I was going to do. I thought about putting solar lights on either side of our sidewalk, but realized they would probably drive over the top of them and smash them. I thought about planters, but realized if they didn't see me put them there during the daylight, they'd probably zoom over my sidewalk and smash those in the middle of the night too. So I decided I needed something big. Something that said, "I dare you to squeeze your van's butt through here." I pulled my hulking purple PT Cruiser up so far that it's back half is on the driveway and it's front half is in the grass. Actually a quarter is in the grass and the other quarter is on my front side walk.

It's only been three days since I've done it, but I'll admit that EVERY time they go to leave, I stand by the kitchen window, sipping tea while I watch them pull forward, back up, pull forward, back up as they try to widgie into their own yard and out onto the street. They could solve this if they'd just park vehicle number two on the side of the street when they know they are leaving. You know, like everyone else in American freaking does (including myself and my husband). But...Not my problem. ~ D. F. Krieger

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday

Welcome back, once again, to Six Sentence Sunday. As usual, I highly appreciate everyone's comments and I wish a happy week ahead of you. I shall leave you with another snippet from my current WIP, Sail My Oceans.

     When his hands began to pull his pants down, she found her gaze riveted on his crotch. He didn't cock tease her, didn't give her a show like he had with his shirt. Instead he let them drop to his ankles then stepped out of them. Lucy stared at him with disappointment. His legs were sexy enough, but what she wanted to see was still tucked safely away in the boxers he wore. She could see his need, but none of the details.

For more fantastic writers and their six, please return to Six Sentence Sunday. ~ D. F. Krieger

Friday, March 18, 2011

Musical Inspiration

If you ever follow me on Twitter, you'll notice I often ask what others listen to if they are writing, or even reading. I find music is a major inspiration to keep me writing.  I don't write stories for the songs, I listen to songs that seem to echo my stories. Well I've been editing, Sail My Ocean's, all week. I have two songs that I listen to on repeat, but one of them doesn't have a video.  There is this song though.



I love this because it really reflects the world I see when I write about Lucy Verr and her starship, Tartarus. And I love, love, love the vials on the violin!

Steam Punk, FTW! Feel free to post what you've been listening to like crazy in your comment. ~ D. F. Krieger

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Unexpectedly Expecting

Yes, it's true. On Monday I found out I'm unexpectedly expecting. Oh, it's not like we weren't trying, but after eight months you kind of hit a slump where you think, "It'll never happen." But it did, oh it did.

All of this got me to thinking about writing. Yeah, there is a connection here. Jump with me!

I have to wonder how many writers out there are going through the motions of sending out their manuscript, but not even really thinking about the possibility of getting accepted anymore? How many, when they did receive that reply saying the publisher wanted it, blinked and had to wrap their mind around it?

I'd once compared become published to the process of giving birth to a baby in Submission Sickness. I never really thought about the comparison that conception can be as difficult as gaining acceptance from a publisher.

If you are published: Had you reached that level of dull motion when you received the big "Yes"?
If you aren't published: Have you reached that level of dull motion?
~ D. F. Krieger

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday

Warning: Before you read any further, I must warn you the below snippet is X-rated. So don't act like you're surprised when you realize it's about sex. If you are okay with this, you may continue. As always, I thank you in advance for your comments and wish you all the best of weekends!


The dark haired man, whose name she had yet to learn, was far more brooding and silent. His chocolate eyes stared at her with a defiance that had her growing wet as she imagined forcing him to bend to her will. He was taller, his shoulders broad, and his muscles clearly defined. He worked out, and often. She imagined his body stretched out on her bed as she rode that stoic stare right off his face.

Sail My Oceans ~ D. F. Krieger

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Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Necessary Evil

Our eyes locked over the baby, our faces betraying our emotions. We knew it had to be done, knew the baby would struggle, scream, cry. His resolve came quicker than mine, though I could still see an echo of sadness in his gaze as he let it slide over our son. It was time to teach our little one a valuable lesson, "Life is pain". Deep down I hated myself.

Our son finally got his first shots.

They were long overdue. I know I have mentioned this past year has been hectic. It has played emotional hell on me, but it has also put a hold up on certain activities that are normal in a kids life. We've been busily trying to smooth everything out, and today it was time to introduce our child who is almost a year and a half old to his shots. It played hell on us as parents.

If you've never met my kids, let me first inform you that though our 5 year old is a ricochet-off-the-walls, whine-over-everything hellion, our one year old is the epitome of a perfect child. He rarely cries, he always has a laugh or smile ready, he eats pretty well anything you set in front of him at the table, but doesn't put everything he finds in his mouth... We've gotten more compliments on his behavior then I could ever tally up. Now granted, our 5 year old isn't (by far) the worse kid in the world. We often get compliments on him too. Usually over his usage of 'please' and 'thank you'.

The point is that when we watched our happy, smiling, clapping baby turn eyes full of pain and torment on us today, it nearly broke us. Even my military husband was ashen and shaken when it was over (maybe because he's the one that had to hold our baby while the nurse stuck four needles into his chubby little thighs?). Sometimes you have to be the bad guy to be the good parent.

It got me thinking today, about how I have a tendency to put that style of character in my books. There is usually at least one character who performs evil but it's for the greater good...Or at least they think they are. Often they are misunderstood, disliked, and shunned in my books. At times, they are even feared. But they are always interesting to write. ~ D. F. Krieger

Monday, March 7, 2011

Mad As Hell

I'm dead in the water. It's true and I might as well confess it now. I thought it was just a funk, thought I'd get over it after all the birthday antics were over with. I was so wrong. Other than a doctor appointment that only served to anger me more, I had plenty of time to try and write.

And yet, I haven't.

In a fairy tale world a writer's job is easy: Write a book, submit the book, hear book is accepted, become published, repeat.

I hear a lot of you out there rolling yours eyes and saying "I wish". Yeah, you and me both.

My family seems to have become lost in the wayside. I wrote a book. I wrote it back in January. I still am not published. This seems to automatically equate in their heads that my writing is now downgraded from "career choice" to "hobby". What does that mean? Chaos for me.

Two months ago, when dinner was over, if I stated to my family, "I'm going to go work on my writing now", they would nod respectfully and give me space. Hours of quiet. It was bliss. I wrote 21k in eight days. I sent it to one publishing company and it was rejected. I understand why it was. I've learned so much since then that I've been really trying to put in the edits on it. Except I can't. Because now, my family hears, "I'm going to -" and they zone me out. It now means, "Yeah, okay, you'll be in your room."

It's no longer sacred. My husband and my brother are the worst. Imagine this scenario if you will: I'm dutifully typing away, I've gotten two sentences out, and my brother comes barging in my room. "I'm writing," I protest. He replies, "I know." Then proceeds to tell me about this TV show he was watching that I don't even care about. This lasts an hour. I've tried several attempts to tell him I'll discuss it with him later, which he ignores. I finally sigh and remove myself from my computer because that sacred time I tried to steal away has now been wasted. Time to get the kids snacks and around for bed.

Here's another one: I'm at my computer trying to edit a sex scene. My husband flops on the bed and begins to play God of War III with the volume loud. He left the door wide open since that's his version of watching the kids. My five year old meanders in, remembers I have foster kittens in a carrier by my desk, flops under my chair and begins to giggle as he stirs the kittens up into a mewing mess.

What does this all mean? It means, dear reader, that my mind has gotten sick and tired and decided to take a vacation. Even when I do steal moments here and there, I find myself blankly looking at my notes or stories. A voice whispers in my head, "Why bother engrossing your self? Interruption count down in five, four, three..." And it's true.

And after I've gotten everyone around for bed? Yeah, I tried writing. I just became frustrated. Now I've found myself dedicated to White Knight Chronicles on the PS3. I teasingly told someone the other day, "I play video games so I don't kill my family." I realized this morning that it's true.

I read the blog of another writer who is going through the same thing write now. Tess MacKall gave me some advice today that rang true. I've got to learn to say no. I've got to realize it's not wrong of me to want a couple of hours here or there to dedicate to my work. If that means I need to have a blow-up, then I suppose I'd better. So, I'll leave you with a quote my mom taught me from the moment I could walk. She always tried to teach me to say it for myself; and now that she's gone, I finally understand it's value. ~ D. F. Krieger

"I'm mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!" Howard Beale (Peter Finch) from Network (1976)

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Til Death Do Us Part

Bear with me...All computer activity has temporarily been put on hold. The chance introduction between computer keyboard and glass of tea did not go well. There was fighting. Keyboard lost...horribly. Keyboard has been dutifully buried. Arrangements for a new keyboard are in the works. Tea is gloating. ~ D. F. Krieger

Monday, February 28, 2011

Inspiration Strikes

I have become obsessed. I want it wild, I want it loud, I want it rough and overwhelming. I don't want it soft and gentle. I don't want it to last for hours, or even days. I want it fast and hard, but done in an hour. I want it to build up before it surrounds me, then leave me astonished and awe inspired in it's wake.

I want a real thunderstorm! "Thunder" being the key part of that.

I started a new WIP last night, and the prologue is set with a storm raging outside. It was so vivid in my head that when I looked out to see the clear, cloudless night I felt confused and disappointed. I was disheartened. I wanted it to storm *whining voice*.

The gods must have heard me. Whatever they sent to thrash Missouri, Arkansas, Illinois, etc with; they are sending it here. The day has been warm, clouds have been progressively moving in, and I couldn't be happier. It's only 4:30 in the afternoon and I've already had to turn on lights in the house to see well. I'm so excited that, though I've found it difficult to pick up a pencil or form a sentence at a keyboard lately, I'm just itching to write now.

I'm definitely making dinner and forcing my five year old to watch Twister with me while we eat. As for my writing, I'll get plenty of that done, I'm sure!

So what inspires you all to write? Is it a weather? Music? Or do you just have to wait for inspiration to sizzle your soul? ~ D. F. Krieger