Life After War Wednesday will return next week. Thank you for understanding as we continue to celebrate the holiday and spend time with our family.
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Happy LAW Day! I hope your week has been going well. I’ve been busy, as usual. While cleaning the carpets in my office, it occurred to me that the fans might like to know the environment where Life After War is created. So I took pictures of my office for you! Please ignore the puke green walls. I can’t afford to paint them yet. This first set is where I keep track of the Eagle teams and many of the characters in this series. If there is a red X or circle through their name, that character has died or is missing from the story line for a while. (Sorry, it’s not updated for book 9, so no clues there, but you can click on the images to see them in full size. Sorry about the blur.) On this wall, I also keep the basic set of hand drawn maps of the actual camp itself. As you can see (hopefully. I’m a writer, not a photographer) the map is only the topside of the camp in the mountains. The one for below is so full of notes that I probably won’t release it until I redo it. No one would understand any of it but me! The red wall folder on the wall behind my stand-up desk is also full of notebooks and files. Each series has its own pocket. It runs the length of the desk--about 6 feet. This image is the Market where Kendle fought for the freedom of her team. Again, I’m a writer, not a drawer. Lol. For book 10, we’ll be coming back here and I’ll be making a new map of the surrounding area with SH camped there. This side of my office is where I do everything Apple and shipping. It’s usually covered with boxes, envelopes and books, but right now, I’m still trying to get that funky smell out of the carpet from my December plumbing issue. Lotsa fun. The empty place, where most of the seepage occurred, is where my diy audio recording booth should be. Looking forward to getting it all set up so I can start playing with the equipment and get a feel for how it works. I hope to release audiobooks for all my titles starting in 2018-2019. This is where most of the magic takes place. Despite that killer office, I spend most of my time writing at the kitchen table. That shelf to the right is piled with papers, supplies, folders, coolers and cords, and all sorts of other everyday objects I use in my craft. The heating pad and the DVD player are used as much as my laptop. I hope you’ve enjoyed this brief look into where Life After War is created. Next week is an interactive day! Would you like to name a character in this series? Stop by next week for that opportunity!
Have a wonderful week, world. Angie As I'm sure you've noticed, we're no longer on Blogger. Thanks to Goggle (not a typo) screwing with things and not getting them right (par for the course with them) I can't access that blog anymore. It's still there, I just can't get into it. So I moved. No more Blogger or Goggle-gargle. Happy dance time!
So, let's get to it. Here is your LAW Wednesday.
Angela carefully entered the monitoring cubby where Samantha on duty. “Sorry, we’re closed,” Samantha called, voice too calm. “I have to eat. Come back later.” Angela closed and fastened the thin door as she waited for the woman to see who had come inside. Samantha swiveled around to get mean. She had to go talk to- “Oh, good!” Samantha grabbed a paper from the neat desk. “We have another problem.” Angela took the satellite image that had obviously been printed. “I’ve been studying that picture,” Sam told her, pointing to the deep red center. “I think Yellowstone blew again.” Angela sank down in the empty chair and dropped the paper on the desk. “We need to talk.” Sam frown, catching the tone. “You know.” Angela sighed tiredly. “There’s little I don’t see coming, Sam.” Sam tried to make the connections, but Angela wasn’t sure they had enough time left to let her and said, “I need you to help me make a choice.” “What kind of choice?” Samantha asked warily. The last time she’d had this conversation with Angela, it had led to death and destruction. “As it will this time,” Angela confirmed. “Once again, I need to know if the benefits outweigh the crime.” “Is there another choice?” “As usual, there’s always a choice.” Angela motioned to the dark monitors. “We can go out and fight.” Samantha blanched. “Next?” “We hide in here and try to survive what’s coming. People will die in either case.” “Numbers, then,” Samantha muttered. “Which one saves the most of our herd?” Angela nodded. “Exactly. Except…” Angela tried to hold back the tears. “It hurts too much this time. I can’t do it.” Samantha assumed their fearless leader had come to her for strength. She shook her head. “There’s nothing I can say that will make it okay if you don’t tell the camp. Not letting them make their own choice is wrong if it’s life and death.” “I know.” Angela waited, sure Samantha would catch on, but worried Jeremy or Neil would interrupt them before she could finish this awful business. “Are you…talking to other people about this?” “Yes, but only those directly affected.” Sam’s already pale face went green. “The clock stopped.” Angela’s tears came. They rolled over her cheeks in huge drops of remorse and grief. “I’m sorry.” Samantha shuddered. “You’re here to handle my last wishes.” Angela leaned forward to take Samantha’s chilly hand. “No, Sam. Not you.” Sam’s hand went to her flipping stomach, but her mind knew better. “Is it Neil or Jeremy?” “That has not been revealed.” Have a great week, world! Angie |
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