“Bring out your dead!” “I’m not dead!”

“I”I feel fine…” “I feel happy!”  …BAM!…

Ah, good ol’ Monty Python humor.  But truly, I am alive and kicking.  And please, no wooden spoons to the head.

So, I have been active, but just not here ūüė¶ I feel like this page is for the *big* updates, not the little stuff. But, I have a Facebook page: MirLynn Dal Zovo on Facebook where I have been posting smaller sets of random photgraphy.  You would think I live in the great wild beyond with all the birds and other wildlife creatures that come into my yard.

Although, I am heading out west in late July. I hope to grab some great pics to post for your viewing pleasure.

On the writing front, I have found a mobile app that will help me organize my random (and sometimes chaotic) thoughts on my books as they come up.  Also, I’m diving into a deep science fiction element which allows me to tie together several stories that previously seemed unrelated.  However, it does mean some heavy lifting in the research department.  This has set me back a little in the development department, but I think the result will be well worth the wait.

Well, my friends out there in the ether… are you still with me? Are you willing to give my Facebook page a little love and get a little more of me in between the major updates?

Worlds Collide, But Dreams Happen!

So, advice from one who learned the hard way… rebooting a blog right before a major life event (e.g. moving into a new house you had built) is not recommended. ¬†Both activities cannot be sustained together. ¬†In my case, moving most definitely won!! ¬†But, my husband and I are now all moved in. ¬†After about a month, I have found most items that were packed away. ¬†Still missing odds and ends, like the cord for the Dyson hand vacuum, an electric razor (but we found the plug for THAT!), and things I’m sure I won’t know are missing until they are found again.

What I did make sure to locate, besides the cats, were my notebooks for writing. ¬†And, they have been organized. ¬†Woah! ¬†I am finding though, that I am likely to start over with one of my stories, “Scarlet,” as I feel the whole thing has evolved so much since I started. ¬†I noticed when I am in a mood to expand on certain elements, rereading my notes takes me out of the mood as I feel they are so wrong. ¬†So, Scarlet will get a makeover this year. ¬†And two other stories will get bits and pieces added in earnest. ¬†One fantasy, one science fiction and one drama (?) book have ideas in progress. ¬†When writing in these doesn’t strike me, I have a variety of writing prompts to keep me entertained. ¬†Gotta stick with it.

Soo… back to the house… I now have an office that is all mine! ¬†No hubby office in the same room as he gets his man cave in the basement. ¬†I can’t wait until he has a TV in the basement so I can take it over while exercising. LOL. ¬†Any way, my office isn’t fully organized yet, but it is off to a good start! ¬†I do need a new lateral filing cabinet to replace the existing cabinets that are no longer adequate. ¬†I don’t have any pictures up yet (poor Chaos from Xenosaga has been waiting years to be hung up). ¬†From the angle of the picture below you don’t get to see my awesome French doors and cute corner cabinet (but yay windows!). ¬†You do get to catch two of the three cats enjoying the office with me. ¬†That’s Ivan on the chair and Natasha on the floor. ¬†Ivan is my more constant kitty companion, while Natasha is just patiently waiting for food (patiently-ish).


With all of this, I have recently realized something very important, which I somehow didn’t realize all through having the house built. ¬†This is our DREAM HOUSE. ¬†We did it, we built a home that is completely our own, everything we could want and last month it became OURS.

I am so humbled and excited and nervous and grateful. This also inspires me to continue writing.  The house is now proof positive we can make our dreams happen.  On to the next dream! After I feed the cats of course!

P.S. I’ve decided if I ever get a tattoo, it will need to somehow include “You are free to sever the chains of fate that bind you.” ¬†I feel I have freed myself from so many challenges over the years. ¬†We are our own destiny, our own fate, it is ours to control. ¬†We are the makers of our own reality.


Death Charms

She added a charm to her bracelet for every life she took. ¬†They clinked along as she slide her hand on the bannister. ¬†The sound of her boots on the stairs cut sharply into the scraping. ¬†Once she reach the top and started walking across the hall, she idly twirled the charms around her wrist. ¬†The Eiffel Tower, a Christmas tree, a Celtic knot… the memories swirled around her, death dancing in pirouettes as she made her way to the door.

She stepped up and placed her hand on the door, pausing to watch the charms gather at the bottom of the bracelet. ¬†The reverie was broken by the sound of steps down the hall. ¬†“Valentina, how interesting to see you here today.” ¬†Without taking her hand off the door, she turned to face the newcomer. ¬†With that accent it could only be one person. ¬†Such an odd accent, she imagined multinational parents, maybe British and Scandinavian? ¬†For herself, she had trained out her accent, no connection, no past.

“Hello Sebastian, I didn’t realize there would be gathering. ¬†Otherwise, why have you come?”

Sebastian didn’t reply, he just smiled and continued to walk down the hall toward her. ¬†Valentina waited, watching, one hand still resting on the door. ¬†Details drifted by her as she waited. ¬†The dark suit was tailored, the custom fit outlining his lean figure perfectly. ¬†His blonde hair was pulled back, neatly tied at the neck. ¬†Nothing unusual, except for the gloves. ¬†Sebastian never wore driving gloves. ¬†Just as she focused on the gloves, he began taking them off. ¬†He placed them in his left pocket and continued to make his way down the hall.

In his left pocket… ¬†the sound of the gunshot briefly drowned out the clamor of her bracelet as she dove to the floor. ¬†Her eyes never left Sebastian, even with the gun lowering to line up another shot. ¬†Squeeze… and jump!

The charms scraped across the stone as Valentina slid over the ledge, dropping into the courtyard below.  She grimaced.  When did she get so careless?  No time for that now, time to get out of the villa before Sebastian moved to the edge and took another shot.

The click as he checked the gun. ¬†“Valentina, my dear. ¬†You cannot be surprised, can you?” ¬†Sebastian taunted her from the balcony. ¬†East through the archway to the outer hall. ¬†The charms jangling, a dissonance for the rustle of leaves as she cut through the bushes. ¬†“Your bracelet has been filling rapidly as of late, and not all from our contracts. ¬†How curious, suddenly working for free.” ¬†North to the exit.

Sebastian’s laughter in her ears, a counter beat to her steps echoing behind her down the hall. ¬†Her nerves were rattling in tun with her bracelet, sliding up and down her arm, her whole body having taken up this sprint for her life. ¬†Had they found out? ¬†When did she slip up? ¬†She shook her head and continued to run. ¬†If they knew the truth, it wouldn’t be Sebastian here, and she wouldn’t get away.

When she got to the entrance, Valentina hesitated on the threshold just a second. ¬†A bullet shattered the silence as it impacted the sidewalk. ¬†Just as she thought, he stayed on the second floor and went around, she hadn’t been quick enough to get outside first.

Valentina twirled onto the sidewalk, the move becoming a mad pirouette, her arms working to get above her head, increasing her momentum.  The boleadora swirled around, the three weights now fully spread.  It left her hand as her foot came down.

Her arm back down at her side, the bracelet crashed against her thigh as one of the weights crushed his throat. ¬†Valentine tilted her head to the side. ¬†“Hmm, I think yours will be a necktie. ¬†I did always appreciate your sense of style.”

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