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Cindy Lynn Speer is the author of several books and short stories, including The Chocolatier's Wife. She is also a fencer, terrible gardener, passionate reader and storyphile.
774 articles written by cindylynn

Well, actually, not writing.  Editing.  I printed and scribbled all over the manuscript.  Mostly this seems to consist of asking myself snarky questions and circling 1.5 million ellipses. No, really, if I had a buck for every ellipses, I could retire and be a hermit. So, now I am correcting the ellipses (most of them become commas or periods and their attendant capitalized next word) and answering questions.  For example, a dead body at …

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Anyway.  You know what I told my editor and publisher a few weeks ago? I told them that I would turn in The Chocolatier’s Ghost by the end of the month.  Apparently, despite the scarring of many years, I forgot that April is my super-busy-run-run-and-become-brain-dead month.  And that the last half of March is just as insane as all of April. So yeah.  I promised to turn in a fully polished MS (the second …

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  Hello!  Colleen S. Myers is hosting a Blog Hop…look below to see more blogs, some of which are giving cool stuff away, and to enter to win a gift card.  🙂 I have often said to people something like, “If you are not made easily happy, it will be hard for you to be happy at all.” The Blog Hop is about the little things that make us happy…and I think that it’s …

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So, I finally, actually wrote the ending to The Chocolatier’s Ghost.  I officially finished Tuesday, and it was marvelous.  After weeks of brutally pulling the words out of the cold muck of my head and setting them, carefully, side by side the ending came in a flood of words.  I totally had that “OMG I AM A WRITER” high for a bit. I looked at the list of “chapters” in Scrivener, and counted them, …

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Soul mates seems to be a concept that we are getting away from as a society.  You do not need anyone else to complete you, you are already complete in yourself.  You are already whole. And I think that is true.  I am whole. But.  There is something very alluring about the idea that there is someone who can fill in your weak points and make you better, someone who is so connected to …

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Dreaming was her greatest outlet. The same could be said for most people, of course, but it was doubly true for her.  She had a notebook made out of a three ring binder with a swan on the cover, and she filled the binder with whatever paper she could get her hands on. And she drew her heart out.  Everything that made her sad, everything that made her happy.  She drew butterflies, and tapped …

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My dream life. Oh, wow. I could say “I write them in my books” but I don’t. Some of my dreams are prosaic. I want to be a hermit so badly that my teeth hurt. Freedom is the thing I might want most in life. Sometimes it is that companionship, (I’ll save some of these thoughts for a future entry on soul mates) that perfect idea of love. So those dreams are about how …

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I have often heard tales of the perfect date. One of my friends took his future wife wild caving on their first date. While I love their story (apparently it was quite impressive, camping and everything) and see how this absolutely was perfect for them, *I* have gone wild caving and am much less convinced that I would find it as romantic. There is a lot of mud and darkness and tiny spaces involved, …

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Alot of things strike me as cute and cuddly.  The normal — baby animals, of all kinds.  Who can resist a baby sloth? My favorite things are soft things.   Right now I am cuddled up under a very soft electric throw, wrapped up in super fuzzy soft blankets.  I think snowmen are adorable.  Monkeys make my heart melt.  Foxes are a delight.  I went to a huge park in Florida where they let Macaques …

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The witch made her a promise, and she hoped the witch would keep it. Every day she went out into the woods and she collected something.  A twig.  A dried grass with a soft buff of seeds, feathers.  She glued them together with the glue the witch gave her, every day she would carefully drop a tiny bit on a plate, then use a needle to prick the ring finger on her left hand.   …

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