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Folks, bless you all for caring. I need to say that before anything else.
I am extremely fortunate in my friends, especially in the writing community. I am astonished by the outpouring of love and support in my direction. I appreciate that so much.
Now I need to get into some “weeds,” I’m afraid.
Next Tuesday, the house I live in will be sold. I can do nothing about this. I have tried everything I know to avoid this fate. And it has not worked.
Because much of this story is not mine to tell, I can’t say much more than this.
I don’t know what will happen next Wednesday at all. I’ve never been through this process before. I’ve heard, from a friend who’s been through it, that they usually give you at least thirty days to get out — but as I’ve not been through it, I’m very, very worried about what will happen next. And about what will happen to Trouble, too.
I do have some tentative good news, though. My father has said he will help. I can stay with him temporarily. He may even help me find an apartment, for me to live independently…if he does, that would be wonderful.
And my mother believes she will be able to find a way to keep both Trouble and her dog, Brat, together. If so, that would be a good outcome.
My sister, who is a huge dog lover, has also said she’ll make sure that Trouble and Brat will be fostered in an emergency situation, so they will not go to the pound. (She already has a dog, and is in a subdivision where they do not allow multiple animals.)
I believe my family has the best of intentions. But I remain very worried and extremely upset.
This is not a place I’d ever expected to be. That’s why I decided finally to talk about it, and to tell you I’m in trouble…as much as my family dislikes me saying it, what I’m telling you is my truth.
Because I have caring, deeply concerned friends, they are trying to help in all sorts of ways. I appreciate this, more than I can ever tell you.
One of them, knowing how hard I’ve tried over the years, got so frustrated over this situation that he said my family had “abandoned” me. That isn’t true. They are difficult in their ways, as I am difficult in my ways, and sometimes we don’t mesh well. I love them, they love me, we have some serious disagreements, but they usually will help me when push comes to shove.
Do they have a lot of means to do that with, though? No, they don’t. Which is why I decided to do a Patreon appeal. And it’s why I reopened my GoFundMe account as well.
I don’t want my father to be wholly responsible for what happens to me. He’s in his “golden years.” He should not have to do this.
I don’t want my sister, or my mother, or anyone else in my family to have to give all that they have, just to keep me going.
My family deeply dislikes it that I have “put my troubles on the Internet.” My mother in particular is very angry that my concerned and caring friend said that my family has “abandoned” me, and views the fact that I have these two appeals as somehow deceitful, or at least distasteful.
But I’m telling you the flat truth. I do not know what will happen next Wednesday (the day after the house is sold at auction). And that terrifies me.
If you want to help, you have three ways to do it right now.
First, I have a number of books and stories out there — go to my Amazon page, and also to my late husband Michael’s Amazon page, and pick a story. Everything is $2.99 or less; most are only ninety-nine cents. They are all good reads, and I hope might make you feel better. (That’s why Michael and I wrote these stories. Life is too short for doom and gloom.)
Second, I still have the Patreon appeal going. This is a new way to do something very old-fashioned — support an artist, writer, or other creative type. That’s why I was drawn to it, especially because I can give back a little to those who help (by offering stories, etc.)
Third, I still have the GoFundMe appeal going. This is to give me options, in case I can find a job out-of-state. (No matter what, I will have moving expenses.)
I appreciate anything you can do. Thank you.
Oh, one more thing:
As I am trying my best to make a better life for myself, I am looking into Americorps VISTA jobs. They don’t care what your age is. They only care about your ability. And I like the idea of public service, along with what I’m already doing with my writing, editing, and occasional music-making.
If I can find one of these jobs, I could be much better off in a few months than I am right now. (Here’s hoping.)
Folks, as you know, I’m going to have to make an emergency move next week. I’ve set up a Patreon account (I’ll have to figure out how to add a button for that here, I suppose), and now I’ve updated my old GoFundMe Account as well and changed the URL so it’s easier to find:
It is dispiriting to have to do this. But it is also gratifying that so many other writers and friends have stepped up to help me get the word out.
My hope is that I’ll be able to move and then get back to what I do best: Writing. Editing. Playing music. And living life.
Thank you for reading, and for supporting me during this trying time.
Very happy with this new review for my and my late husband Michael’s story “To Survive the Maelstrom.” Mrs. N.N. Light read it, reviewed it, loved it…what’s to say, except I’d better keep working on more of Peter’s story? (Michael wrote enough that I can finish it. Which I will do, after CHANGING FACES is done and in the can.)
Title: To Survive the Maelstrom: A Tale from the Atlantean Union (Peter Welmsley Book 1)
Author: Barb Caffrey, Michael B. Caffrey
Genre: Science Fiction
Command Sergeant-Major Sir Peter Welmsley of the Atlantean Union has lost everything he holds dear. He wonders why he lived, when so many others died at Hunin — including his fiancée, Lydia, and his best friend Chet.
Into his life comes Grasshunter’s Cub, an empathic, sentient creature known to those on Heligoland as a “weremouse.”
Weremice are known for their ability to help their bond-mates. But how can this young weremouse find a way to bring Peter back from the brink of despair and start living again?
Note for readers: This is a novella.
Peter is a commander in the Atlantean Union and he is at a crossroads. Everyone he loves is dead and he’s left all alone. Why was he spared?…
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Just in time for Easter…check out writer Sally Cronin’s wonderful little Easter story, free…just start reading, click the link, and boom! A great little story awaits.
Happy Easter, everyone! (And if you’re not reading Sally’s blog, Smorgasbord Invitation, regularly, you should. All sorts of good stuff going on over there.)
The Easter Egg Hunt
Lily dusted off her hands. They had been covered in soil from planting the three little primulas that she and her mother had picked up at the nursery today. Her mother always let Lily pick the colours and this year the purple petals with their golden centres danced in the soft evening breeze. She picked up her small watering can and gently moistened around the base of the plants like her mum had shown her.
“There you go Daddy, I promise to look after them all summer, watering them every day and picking off the dead flowers to let others grow like mum showed me.”
It was Easter and tomorrow, Lily and her little brother Michael would race around the house looking for the small cream eggs that her mother had bought at the supermarket yesterday. Both of them were very excited and it was really…
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Go get your copies of not one, but two free novels today from author Livia Quinn — she’s a fellow member of Marketing for Romance Writers, and my friend, author N.N. Light, featured Livia’s novels today at her blog Princess of the Light.
Livia Quinn’s Storm Lake East and West: First Book in each series FREE
Welcome to Storm Lake.
Imagine a world where inexplicable circumstances and high emotion conspire to bring a man and woman together. Love happens when they least expect it, or want it, but they might as well get on board, because the die’s been cast… their fate inevitable. Whether contemporary or fantasy, that’s what we call MAGIC!
Welcome to my world, a place where anything can happen…
On the west side of Storm Lake in the middle of a super pulse of leylines lies Destiny, home to the Destiny Paramortals, a group of tempestaeries, fae, djnn, and others who are bound by an ancient pact to protect weaker species – like humans. Unknown to the other communities outside of Destiny is the role the Paramortals have in keeping them safe.
The Destiny Paramortals series is southern urban fantasy/romance…
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My latest guest blog post…hope you will enjoy it.
The story of why I wrote A LITTLE ELFY IN BIG TROUBLE is a story in two parts…which I suppose suits the fact that it’s the second part/second half of the Elfy duology.
But maybe I’m getting ahead of myself.
I started writing Elfy (then one book) in September of 2002. (Yes, 2002.) I’d read an anthology—I now forget the name—where the editor said of the stories, “This isn’t your usual Elfy-welfie stuff.”
So my subconscious started to wonder just what this “Elfy-welfie stuff” might be. I know this, because I woke up the next day and had a character in my head saying this editor didn’t know anything about “Elfy-welfie” stuff—but he did, and would I listen?
Of course I’d listen!
So I sat down, and started writing everything this character—later known to me as Bruno the Elfy—told me. I found out he loved darker colors, unlike the other…
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