Merry Christmas!

Due to a series of unfortunate events, or rather, through no fault of my own, the self-publishing vibe of of Violet’s boredom is on hold! Not unfortunate at all, and actually my “fault” because I’m choosing to do so, but this current track of Violet’s Choo Choo Train is being built by my stepbrother who also happens to be a published writer.

What am I babbling about?

He’s convinced me to send out queries for the book before self-publishing. Seconded by a friend’s husband, who is also a published writer. So alas, a few more months of no book while we await to see if anyone cares enough to see what happens when Violet Got Bored. If she doesn’t get any hits, then I’ll self-publish the book mid-year.

Either way, this gives me time to continue editing (which it needs at least one more read-through by me), and time to continue her journey past where the book ends; maybe it will change what happens to her inside the original 90,000+ words.

For now, I leave you with some more from Violet’s Christmas, and I’ll start the new year with a summary of what this book is actually about! Merry Christmas to you from me, especially if it’s your jam. If it’s not your jam, then I hope you have a wonderful weekend.

I closed my eyes for a few moments to gather my wits about me. I still felt a little dizzy, and the sound of the Christmas bells mixed with people’s voices began to disorient me. Layla and I stepped off to the side near a bunch of trees lining the parking lot while the others gathered around the Christmas tree waiting for the rest of the golf cars to show up.

“I might toss that egg nog up,” I said, hugging a tree.

“Oh, stop it. Go chant something and it will go away,” she said, semi-mockingly with a grin.

I wished it were that easy. I hesitated, then placed my hand on the ring that was on a necklace around my neck. Jason had never inquired about it, which led me to believe he knew it was from him. I hadn’t had the courage to take it off. I didn’t know if it offered protection, but it always made me feel better to hold it in my hand when I was unsure of something.

Sometimes it felt warm and soothing, sometimes it felt electric and hot, shocking. Tonight? It felt electric, hot and shocking. I was trying to figure out if the different feelings associated meant something–other than where my own mental state was at the time.

It wasn’t necessarily surprising that it felt that crazy in that moment.

Even so, I held onto it tightly with my eyes closed and centered myself. I envisioned my third eye as the evolving runic writing for peace–frithuz–and did a quick breath-holding meditation.

The ring felt like it was on fire, and it took all of my willpower to not drop it. A blue light flashed out of it, and it was so real and so tangible that even Layla saw it. “Holy smokes,” she said, watching me. “The more I get involved with your Jedi shit the more in-tune I’m becoming myself!” She laughed. “Of course, I still don’t believe in any of it.” She smiled. “Feeling better?”

“Yes,” I murmured, scanning the crowd. “See anything unusual? It’s never done that before. I’m wondering–“

“Wondering what?”

“If he’s here.”