Saturday, August 30, 2014

Guest Post: Jaleta Clegg, New Release: Dark Dancer

     I love telling stories, but I have trouble keeping it in the real world. I like to play with future technology and magic and demons and strange worlds. I like to dream up places for the characters living in my head to play. I guess I never grew up because I'm still playing make-believe.
     I've written stories about space travel and aliens, a whole series with eleven books. I've written several dozen short stories of silly horror and not-so-silly horror. I've dabbled in fantasy but Dark Dancer is my first fantasy novel. It has magic and elves and airships and trolls and pixies. I love the pixies. Think of knee-high weapons of drunk destruction.

If you want to explore all the weirdness my brain concocts, check out my work at

Dark Dancer -

A strange prophecy haunts the Seligh lords, rulers of the Fey and controllers of all magic in the Summerlands, a prophecy that foretells their fall. At its heart, is a young human woman with no memory of her power or potential to destroy their world.

Here's an excerpt with Mikkle, my favorite pixie:

Sabrina stopped to rest beside a tiny trickle of water. Delicate plants threaded the stream with clumps of emerald green. She scooped a handful of water to her mouth. A rock whizzed from nowhere, striking her hand. Water splashed across her leggings.
 “I wouldn’t drink that, if I were you. Not unless you wanted to become a forest creature.” A figure scrambled from beneath a bush to confront her. He stood maybe two feet tall. His mottled brown clothing blended with the pine needles and undergrowth of the forest. He cocked his head as he studied her.
  “Don’t tell me. It’s magical.” She shook the droplets from her hand.
  The tiny man pointed at the stream. “See how it only goes a little way? That’s how you can tell. Unless you can smell it. This spring reeks of power.”
  Sabrina sat back on her heels. “Maybe I’d be better off as a deer or a rabbit or even a squirrel.”
  The man shouted in laughter. “I said forest creature, not animal. You’d most likely become a dryad. You don’t have the look of a nyad. And everyone knows satyrs are only male.”
 “So which one are you?”
  His laughter vanished, hidden by a ferocious scowl. “Don’t you ever call me a satyr. I’m a pixie. And what are you? You stink of elven power but you aren’t one of them.”
  “I don’t know what I am. Telys called me a dancer.”
  The pixie scrambled to stand beside her. He poked her with one tiny finger. “Telys told you? Where is he?”
  She shrugged. “Caught by the flyers last night. I don’t know who they belonged to.”
 The pixie spat to one side. “The Seligh. Doesn’t matter which one. They’re all bad. They’re after you, too?”
  She nodded.
  “Then I’ll help you.” He spat on his palm and held his hand towards her. “Name’s Mikkle.”
  “Sabrina.” She touched her palm to his. Power tingled in the contact.
  Mikkle grinned. “Now I see why they want you.”

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Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Writing In The Void D:23

Here I be again... Though I'm disobeying doctors orders. I'm not supposed to write for two weeks... I'm supposed to be wearing a brace that makes writing impossible. Except for my poor excuse for chicken scratch with my left hand.

I'm also up past my bed time. Which is 8pm. (which I hate, and must come to terms with) I spend most of my time homeschooling. I decided I needed another project, as if the millions I'm working on already weren't enough.

On the block this week. I have a beta to finish. I'm almost done with it.
Then I can read a submission I was given and proof a pamphlet for my friends bug camp. Which sounds like a lot of fun.

Writing goals this week. I have a burning desire to write... only problem is I'm not  supposed to. Probably why I have the sudden burning desire.

Also I just found out that people are reading this blog, sometimes. :) There was a nice lady who's read my book Unbound, and left a comment.

Myrrien said...
You do have an audience, having just read "unbound" and enjoyed it I came looking to see what else you had written. Good luck with your writing. I'll check back occasionally hoping to find out what happened to Kayla.

So thank you Myrrien, I really appreciate it, I've never had anyone contact me as an author before in any way so it was really neat.
As I have no way to get ahold of you, I will answer your question as best as I can and hope that you read it here.
The second book to Kayla has been written, but I wasn't happy with the outcome, and in the original version of the first book, some characters go through the gate with Kayla at the end that didn't end up going in the revision, and as I had already written the second book at that point, I have to do a major revision to it to take those characters out of the plot of book two. 

I've decided to do a new plot sketch and redraft the book from scratch, because after reading it to some colleagues one day, I discovered that if you haven't read book one, book two will confuse you, because you walk off the page of book one, into the first scene of book two... So I have to do some backstory and better framing, so it can be read as a stand alone if someone happened to pick it up first. 

That and I added some Sci-fi to my Fantasy, and I got slightly balled out and told that you can't do that... I might leave it in anyway, because there was a reason for it, but we'll see. 

So for the time being that's what happened to Kayla.

I was also working on another series at the time, and am working on finishing it up. I've gotten sick however, so sometimes I don't get as much writing done as I would like. 
Thank you for your time and patience reading my work.

So this week: Finish up Betas
                    Work on Listening to the Doctor
                    reread previous work and try to finish something.

Mostly I just want the betas out of the way. 
Hugs everyone,

Thursday, March 20, 2014

Homeschooling with Chronic Illness 1

You might see me as a normal person. Vital and full of energy, but there is a darkside to the interaction that you can not see. You can’t see what interacting with you is costing me. You can’t see that because I spent a few hours of high energy fun, I will spend the next day, or two almost unable to get out of bed. You can’t see the frustration, or the anger. The disillusionment and disappointment, that I’ll never be good enough. You can’t see that a simple night’s sleep is often illusive, that my body doesn’t bounce back.  You can’t see that a single careless word caused my adrenal glades to over react and that hollow, anxious feeling, inside will last for days after you’ve passed out of my path.

The above is how I feel so often. I do things that others see and say well you’re doing fine now. What they don’t understand is tomorrow, or later this evening it won’t be so fine for me. It won’t be so fine for my family, or my homeschool.

Balancing homeschool with a chronic illness is tiring and worrisome. You worry that you will never get it right, that your child will be behind, but you press on because this is what you want to do. What you know is right.

I tried to put her in public school. She went a week, and lost ten pounds. I thought that it would be better for her, that her mommy was too sick to help her with school anymore.

Some days you can see my illness following me like a thick cloud shrouding my skin. Others, it’s as if nothing is wrong with me and the pain and wariness is but a delusion of someone else’s dream.

I’m a writer, who can’t write, and a reader who can no longer read, but I press on, I keep trying. I focus on the good days and then I feel guilt. My mind chimes in-- if because her mom has to take lots of breaks to make school easier, if it isn’t in one large chunk-- am I doing her a disservice when she’s older?

 Will she lack the work ethic needed to survive in our world. If she isn’t taught that you work for eight hours and there isn’t a break because you don’t feel up to going on and you need to lay down.
What am I teaching her? I want her to want to work. I want her to love learning.

I know that it’s taken many years, to know what was wrong with me. That if I had known I might have chosen a different path. I don’t know that I wouldn’t have home schooled, but I think that I would have planned a little differently. I wouldn’t have started her out with a rigorous online public school.

I would probably have started her out with the program that we are doing now. Which I’m loving, but not at the same time, because I’m constantly playing catch up because she’s not where she should be. I’m wondering how much of that is her and how much is me.

I know that some of it is because she’s a slow reader, we have an issue in our family that I didn’t realize had been passed to her(another thing that we would have prepared better for), so now her reading is hodgepodge, some of the programs are too easy, so I don’t know where to start her, and the others are to advanced. I’m not sure what the middle ground is. I’m not sure where to draw the line. I might have to see if my sister in law can skype, or something and evaluate her. Maybe tell me what to do, (she’s a certified teacher, and specializes in reading disorders).

I think that things would go a lot smoother for us if I wasn’t always pressuring myself and her. I want her to make more progress then she is. I know that I should just back off that I shouldn’t compare our progress with other peoples and that we have a set of issues that are all our own.

My best friend, writes, publishes, and home schools her son, and daughter and even with all the issues and challenges that she has, I still feel less than her. That I’m not doing near as well a job. She had a medical issue a few months back, and it appeared like she didn’t let it affect her at all. She just kept doing what needed to be done. She gets up and she’s always doing sixty things at once.

I feel like a sloth.

I know I’m not, I know that each child is different. I know that she will get it, and that once she does there won’t be any stopping her, but it’s the waiting and the stress and the fighting in the mean time that gets to me.

I’m not that perfect homeschool mom, that can mind six children, bake bread develop a new curriculum, and keep my house so spotless the children could eat off the floor. The dishes always done, the dinner always cooked, never a thing out of place.

My body just won’t let me. But my mind, well my mind still thinks that’s what life should be like. Teaching the children through example how to have a smoothly functioning home, how to cook and clean, how to work without complaint, so that when they are grown they will keep a clean home, raise well mannered children and contribute in a positive way to society.

There comes a time in every mothers life, I think when you have to let go of your preconceived notions on how you want to be as a parent, know that you won’t be able to provide the dream. That the reality is your house is often a mess, the kid back talks and sasses, tries to tell you how her math problem should be solved when you’ve just explained for the fifty time that you always start with the once place. Sigh.

It is what it is. Messy.

But how you handle that, what you learn from it and how you teach them to handle it is what life comes down to.

So I’ve decided, that yes I have a chronic illness, It might get better. It will take a lot of work. In the meantime, I need to slow down, let the pressure off and just enjoy the process of being a mother and homeschooling a very bright sassy girl who will go far in life even though her mother is full of doubt.  

Wednesday, February 26, 2014


This is an awesome convention, it's a free online con. I attended last year and just think that what they are doing is a good thing.

Here is a link to the  schedule 

If you have a chance go check it out :)