P.J. MacLayne

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This week we’re talking about brothers and sisters and I have a batch of them.There are nine of us.Yep, that’s more than the Waltons. There are  five boys and four girls. The oldest was basically out of the house (in college) before the youngest was born. My relationship with each of them is different.


I was in the middle of the batch until my youngest sister was born when I was 16. Being in the middle had both its advantages and disadvantages. Since I was fourth in line, my parents were already “broken in” and had a good idea of what they were doing. Plus, since I had older siblings, I had built-in connections at school and outside activities. Things that I might not have been allowed to do by myself were okayed as long as I was tagging along with one of my big brothers or my older sister.


The disadvantages were the hand-me-downs—I didn’t get much in the way of new clothing. Oh, I had plenty of clothes, but they were mostly things my older sister wore first. (I found a way to get around that—I eventually grew taller than her so her stuff didn’t fit me!) And although I don’t ever remember being the youngest—the next sister in line is only two years younger than me—i do remember the “big kids” getting to do things I wasn’t allowed to.


I absolutely adored my two big brothers and wanted to do everything they did. When they went fishing, I wanted to go too. When they went to build a fort in the woods near the house, I tagged along. When they got older and went deer hunting with our father, I got a little bit jealous. I don’t know that I would have been able to kill a deer, but darn it, I wanted to go along. But I was a girl, and it wasn’t ever suggested.



My oldest brother was responsible for expanding my musical interests. When I was a pre-teen, he already had a job and was buying records. He’d play them in his room, and I could hear them even through the closed door as I walked by. Sometimes I’d even stop and listen, My musical tastes ended going in a different direction than his, but I still credit him for opening my eyes to new artists.





I also stood in awe of my big sister who is borderline genius. I was basically an introvert (and still am in many ways) and never understood how she made friends so easily. Thankfully, she allowed me to hang out with her “group” on many occasions and even if I didn’t feel like I was totally a part of it they never made me feel unwelcome. We were only a year apart in school, and I felt that I was competing with her.  She almost always won except when I did things she didn’t do. (I was better at embroidery and climbing trees.) 

I haven’t talked about the younger half of the family much. I can only hope I made some impact on the next four kids in line. The youngest—well, I was out of the house by the time she turned three. She’s only a few years older than my daughter! We’ve connected as adults although we live far apart. Modern technology can be a wonderful thing. 

Tell us about your brothers and sisters in the comments. To find out what Lela Markham has to say about brothers and sisters, head to her blog HERE.  You can find her books on Amazon. 

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A healer must mend a fractured kingdom and bring two enemy races together before a greater enemy destroys them both. 


Fate took Prince Maryn by surprise, leaving Celdrya to tear itself apart. A century later an army amasses against the warring remains of the kingdom as prophesy sends a half-elven healer on a journey to find the nameless True King. Padraig lacks the power to put the True King on the throne, yet compelled by forces greater than himself, Padraig contends with dark mages, Celtic goddesses, human factions and the ancient animosities of two peoples while seeking a myth. With all that distraction, a man might meet the True King and not recognize him. 

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Join us each week as our group of authors discuss different topics. This week we’re interviewing a character from one of our books. I decided to interview Gavin Fairwood, the hero from Wolves’ Pawn and the upcoming Wolves’ Knight. And yes, I’ve interviewed him before and enjoyed it so much I decided to do another,

I met up with Gavin at his office at Fairwood Industries. His tailored dark blue shirt accented his deeply tanned face, but didn’t hide his broad shoulders. From the stacks of paper and folders on his desk, it appeared he was in the middle of a major project.


Me: Thanks for taking time out of your busy schedule to talk to me.

Gavin: My pleasure. It’s a good excuse to take a break from all the paperwork.Would you like to take a stroll while we talk? I’d need to stretch my legs.

Me: Of course. (Editor’s note: The Fairwood village is made up of neatly-kept and brightly painted Victorian style homes. It’s like walking through a Courier and Ives painting.) Did you get to help out on the search for that little boy who was lost a few weeks ago?

Gavin: Only from an organizational level, although I was ready to drop everything if needed. That one had me worried. The daytime temperatures have been warm but nighttime temperatures are dropping below freezing. According to the preliminary information given to the state police, the boy was dressed only in a T-shirt and jeans. If he hadn’t been found before dark, there was a good chance he wouldn’t have survived the night.

Me: Did one of your group locate him?

Gavin: No, one of his neighbors actually found him asleep in a shed behind his house. We are glad to help whenever we can, but it’s always good when we turn out not to be needed.

Me: Would you know anything about the two big doggies the boy claimed found him in the woods and led him to the shed?

Gavin: He must have been dreaming. With an imagination like that, maybe he’ll be a writer when he grows up.

Me: Right. Switching topics, tell me about the biggest challenge you’re facing as the CEO of Fairwood Industries?

Gavin: The software field is overloaded with start-ups and young companies that make big promises and then can’t deliver. We’ve lost a few customers to young companies. When those companies fold, and the majority will, we’ll have to hustle to get them back and hire the employees we need to support them again.

Me: What is the biggest challenge you face as the pack leader?

Gavin: The conflict I feel every time one of our young people leaves. On one hand, I’m proud that they’ve confident enough to head out on their own. On the other hand, I worry that it weakens the pack. But after the influx of new members we got from Free Wolves, our numbers are actually up. Dot tells me I worry too much.

Me: Speaking of your mate, how is she doing?

Gavin: Working too hard. I keep telling her she needs to let her board of directors take on more responsibility. She feels like to has to know everything that’s going on. But then she tells me she’s learned by example.

Me: (laughing) Meaning you, of course.

Gavin: I’ll admit to nothing. Of course, I’m trying to figure out a way to make her slow down. I’d like to give her a vacation, but I want to take her somewhere she’s never been. That’s tough, because she traveled all over before settling down here. I don’t think she’s ever been to either Alaska or Hawaii, so maybe I’ll surprise her with a trip to one or both of those states.

Me: There’s a rumor going around that you’re thinking of running for the position of the Head of the Council. Care to comment?

Gavin: I don’t know who your source is, but they’re wrong. I’ve got enough on my plate without taking on additional responsibilities. Besides, Counselor Carlson is doing a fine job. Any other rumors I can squash?

Me: No, but there’s a pool at the office taking bets on how soon you and Dot will have a baby. Have you got any inside information you could share with me?

(That was the first time I was ever at the receiving end of Gavin Fairwood’s alpha stare, and it was not a fun experience. He didn’t answer the question, simply stared at me  until I backed down. It only took a few seconds.)

Me: I withdraw the question. I don’t want to take up too much of your time, but I have one final thing to ask. Some of our readers are wondering about Tasha. How is she doing?

Gavin (returning to his normal friendly demeanor) I’m told she’s doing well. The time she’s spent with the pack in Maine has been a good experience for her. We’ll welcome her back whenever she’s ready to come home.

Me: (We had returned to the front door of the office building, and Gavin  had glanced at his watch a couple of times. I took the hint.) Thanks for your time. Anything else you’d like to tell your readers?

Gavin: No, but I hear you have some exciting news. Want to share?

Me: I will at the end of this post. Thanks again!

To read Kelly Williams’ interview with Captain Maiel from The Shadow Soul, go Here.  This is Kelly’s description of the captain:

“Today on the blog I’ll be interviewing Captain Maiel, of Eden, Zion. She’s a commander of a military unit under the designation Moon Order. Her commanding presence, reaching just over seven feet in height is disarming, along with those eyes of lurid blue and brilliant red hair. This doesn’t even mention the wings! Today she is dressed in the plainclothes uniform of her order, a subtle toga-styled gown in cream with the order penannular (that’s a brooch of sorts, fitted with nano-tech that houses her active duty uniform—that uniform is very Greco-Roman in design—see the figure on the left) fixed on her left shoulder. Ever at her side is Leader Argus, a wolf who serves the legions in her unit. Despite his formidable appearance, he is laying by the Captain’s chair as sweetly as a pup.”


And now for the big news Gavin hinted at:

Wolves Knight-Tasha’s Tale, the follow up to Wolves’ Pawn, should be available in early December. Tasha was shipped off to Maine in the middle of the pack wars to recuperate from physical and mental injuries, and to learn new skills in the field of providing security. Here’s the working blurb:

Stay tuned for more updates!

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Want to find out more about some of your favorite authors? Each week we discuss something different. This week on the Open Book Blog Hop we’re talking about movies.


I grew up in the era of drive-in movies. The folks would load us all into the station wagon on one-price-per-car nights and we’d head out. If we got there early, there was a swingset and other equipment in the playground at the base of the screen. Before the movie started, we’d stick the speaker in the window and settle in.


But the first movie that I saw in a sit-down theater is the one that made the biggest impression on me.  It was the re-release of Gone With the Wind. It was the first time that just my mom and us sisters went to a movie by ourselves. A girls’ afternoon out, I suppose, back before that became a “thing.”


The theater itself was one of those marvelous old buildings with ornate decorations both inside and out. Sadly, it’s no longer used a theater, but the exterior of the building still bears witness to it’s past glory.


It was the perfect setting to watch that glorious old movie. The velvet covered chairs and the embossed and gilded ceiling seemed to be part of the set of the movie. 


I still remember quite clearly a few of the scenes from the movie. I remember the maid helping Scarlett get tied into her corset, and when she took her wedding ring off to donate to the cause of Southern independence. I remember her tearing the curtains down to make a dress. 


I think that’s when I first started my love affair with bad boys. Rhett was handsome and suave and definitely not the boy you want to take home to your mother.  But you could tell he really loved Scarlett, and that made him even more desirable. And that smile of his—it’s still swoon worthy!


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The giveaway is over and Kristi Van Howling is the winner! She’ll receive a copy of Wolves’ Knight when the edits are done. Congratulations, Kristi!



Werewolves, Vampires, and Witches, oh my! Welcome to another stop on the Snarkology Halloween Hop. I’ll be giving away an e-book copy of Wolves’ Knight to one lucky winner. Details at the end of this post.

I wanted to write y’all a short story for Halloween, but the darn thing wants to turn into a book. Instead, I’m going to share a few memories of Halloween, and I’ve been around for a few of them.

Living in the country, trick-or-treating was different than it was for the city kids  We might not have ended up with as much candy, but in some ways it was better. Many of the neighbors handed out two different categories of treats—normal small candy to the kids from out of the area, and the “good” stuff to the locals. Yes, they’d ask if we were from the neighborhood and all we had to do was mention our last name. That served as the key to unlock the treasure chest.

Made-from-scratch cookies were common, and one house handed out home-made caramel apples. Another made popcorn balls. That was long before the first scare of razor blades and hazardous items being placed in the treats. Some people gave us full-size candy bars instead of the small ones. 

So even though we might have ended up with fewer treats than our city friends, I think our “take” was better. Sure, we had to walk longer distances since the houses had bigger yards and there were empty lots between the houses, but we were country kinds, and that didn’t faze us.

Of course, that meant we had to take into account the walking when we made our costumes. We didn’t do the store bought thing, except for our masks. Ingenuity was king as we pulled together costumes from things around the house. Each year, one of my siblings managed to talk my mother out of an old sheet to make a ghost costume. Hobos were also a popular choice.

Coming from a large family, the fun didn’t stop once we got home. That’s when the trading began. We each had our favorite treats and the swapping rarely got out of hand. Of course, we also shared with our parents. Why should they be left out of the fun?

Now that I’m all grown up (and my kids are grown-ups too!) I’m the one handing out treats. No full-size candy bars or home-made popcorn balls, but I always give out chocolate candy. I love seeing the costumes and the smiles on the littlest kids’ faces when I drop the candy in the bag. I believe I was thinking of myself when I wrote the scene in “The Marquesa’s Ring where Harmony, my main character, is handing out treats on Halloween. Her bodyguard isn’t happy with the idea.

And Halloween? I didn’t expect the kids to tromp up the outside steps to my place, and I enjoyed handing out candy and seeing the costumes. Normally, I wrapped up in a blanket and sat at the bottom of the stairs with a cup of hot cocoa and handed out treats from there. Mr. Grumps-A-Lot didn’t like the idea at all. Heck, he was scarier in his every day long black coat than the kids in their costumes. He wouldn’t stay in his van but I made him sit on the landing behind me so he wouldn’t upset the youngest children too much. The teenagers escorting their younger brothers and sisters thought he was a cool prop I’d added to my minimal decorations.


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Hello and Welcome, however you made your way here! This week on the Open Book Blog Hop, we’re talking about gratefulness. What are we grateful for?


When I think about this question, I realize the answer is “a lot!” So I decided to narrow it down to the many people who I’ve been privileged to know and who’ve made a difference in my life.

My mother is the first person who comes to mind, although my dad gets credit too. They both supported me in becoming myself—choosing my own path in life. I’ve run on about my mother several times in past blogs, so I’m going to skip past them and talk about some other folks.









I had wonderful teachers in high school, who opened my eyes to fresh ideas and different ways of thinking. This was a Catholic high school, but was anything but conservative in its structure. The entire way classes were offered was an experiment in allowing the students to pick the level of learning they were comfortable with. With smaller sized classes, and attentive instructors, students could learn at their own pace and pick subjects that interested them. By my senior year, half my classes were independent study. Not your normal setup for a high school, but I thrived on it. So thank you, Sister Lois, Sister Mary Andrew, Sister Regina, Father Santor, Father Rarick and Father Weibel.  (and others!) I’m grateful for the extra effort you put into helping me develop intellectually. 


College was a journey for me, through several schools and several majors. Again, I got lucky along the way, with professors who recognized my love of learning and were happy to encourage me. I wasn’t the traditional college student, but it didn’t matter to them. Or perhaps that was the reason they were willing to put the extra effort in to help me. But that help is why I have the job I do today, and I’m grateful.


I’ve met a lot on interesting and marvelous people along the way. From the landlady who became a friend ( I miss you, Lois. I hope heaven is enjoying your company) to co-workers and bosses,(here’s looking at you, Scott!) to the many folks that writing has put me in contact with. (Hey Mary Jean!) Each has made an impression on me that helped shape me. And I think I’ve turned out pretty well, so I’m grateful. (A special shout-out to Patti Fiala, who organizes this blog hop on a weekly basis.) 


Of course, I can’t forget the most special person in my life,

my dearly beloved husband, Al. It was love at first sight, and here we are many years later, still together and still in love. I love you, and I’m grateful you’re in my life. You’ve been my best friend and biggest fan, and I don’t know what I did to deserve you.

To find out what Lela Markham has to say, check out her blog HERE.   Don’t forget to check out her books while you’re there. You can also find them on Amazon. Lela on Amazon. And you can find out what other folks have to say on the subject by following the links below.



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Welcome to another edition of the Open Book Blog Hop, where a bunch of authors get together to discuss various topics. This week we’re discussing mother-daughter relationships.

I’m lucky. Really lucky. I have a great mother. I’ve written about her in previous posts. No matter how hard it was, she always supported her children’s efforts. Growing up, I could talk to her about almost anything. (There are always things you don’t want to share with your mother.) She taught me everything I needed to know about kindness and caring, as well as sharing with me her love of reading.

It took me a long time to see it, but people always said I looked like my mother.I had to grow into it, but It turns out that I do. And I’ll take it as a compliment because she’s a beautiful lady. (that’s her to the left, me below.)

Once I became a mother myself, our relationship changed. I can’t say for the better, it was just different. But maybe that’s because we had a whole new range of topics to discuss. Lots of people are scared when they realize what taking care of a baby means, but not me. I had a great example to follow. Besides, I’d helped babysit my younger brothers and sisters, so I knew about changing diapers and washing bottles.

Although I worry about it, I think I’ve been a good mother. My kids are grown-ups now, and within the past year, I became a grandmother.Never expected it for a variety of reasons, but I’m glad it happened. And I think I can see the relationship between my daughter and myself changing as a result. For the better, of course.












And my daughter looks a lot like me. More importantly, I see in her the same kind of love and caring that I see in my mother. Hopefully, I had a hand in passing that on to her. She’s already proving herself to be a great mother.




Feel free to share your stories about your mothers in the comments. To find out what other authors had to say, check out the links below.You can start with Kelly Williams. Here’s a link to her blog. K. Williams. And don’t forget to check out her books while you’re there. 

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What do you do to prepare your home or garden or yard for winter?


We no longer have much in the way of a garden. Between the altitude, latitude and semi-desert conditions, it’s tough to grow much. I’ve taken to putting most of my flowers into pots so that I can put them in the garage for the last freezes or afternoon spring hailstorms. That makes winter preparations a breeze. Most of the flowers are annuals, and I allow them to follow the natural rhythms of nature. In the spring, I’ll empty out the old dirt from the pots and start over again.


With one exception. I’ve got one geranium that I’ve managed to keep alive for five years now. I bring it inside each fall and baby it through the long winter. Between the limited natural sunlight of short days and the artificial sunlight from a specialty bulb, the geranium may not thrive but it survives. That month after I bring it in, however, while it’s still in full bloom, is enough of a reward for the extra effort.





I normally put in one tomato plant each year. Because I don’t start to get tomatoes until September, it doesn’t make sense to to put in more. As it is, before the first frost, I end up harvesting all the tomatoes with even a hint of red color, wrapping them in newspaper and putting them in a dark place. That allows most of them to ripen (over several weeks) to a point where they can be enjoyed. (If you’ve never done this, the trick is to check the tomatoes every few day and catch them before they are fully ripened. You can finish them up on a windowsill if you have one. You want to make sure and use them before they start to rot,)


Depending upon the year and the weather, I might need to mow the yard one more time. I’ve been told it’s a good idea to put down some weed-n-feed after the first snowfall, but I haven’t tried it. Maybe this year.





Luckily, there’s not much I need to do to get the house itself ready for the winter. And winters can get cold here. Our windows are double-pane glass, so no need to put up storm windows and take down screens. I make sure I have a supply of salt for the sidewalk and steps, and know where my snow shovel is. I’ll drain the hoses, roll them up, and store them away in the garage. If I’m in the mood, I’ll wash the windows one final time. It’s nice to be able to watch the first gentle snowfalls through clean windows.




Sp what do you do to get ready for winter? Tell us in the comments.


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Welcome to another edition of the Open Book Blog Hop. This week we’re talking about our methods of relieving stress.


Anyone here remember MAD Magazine’s mascot, Alfred E. Neuman? I know, I’m dating myself, but he’s one of my heroes. His slogan was “What, me worry?” That’s been my mantra for much of my life. Only I take it a little farther.

See, when I find myself worrying about something, the first thing I ask myself is can I do something about it? If the answer is yes, then I need to get my act together and just do it. And if I can’t do anything about it, then I need to find something better to spend my energy on.


Shoot, if my mother’s stories are true, I had the same attitude as a baby. I was born weeks late, and when I finally decided to make my appearance, I was sucking my thumb. Yes folks, I was sucking my thumb while my poor mother spent hours trying to give birth to me. Of course,it was all for show, because I’m told I never sucked my thumb after that.

Now, if I’m being honest, I will admit that there are a few things that make me stressed. When my now grown-up kids were having issues as children, I stressed about how I could help them. When economics meant I needed to stretch not enough money too far, I stressed. When my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer, I stressed. (She’s a survivor!)

Then I got out of my chair and did something. What I did depended upon the situation. But even making the plan of what I needed to do would help relieve the stress. Of course, I have some standard remedies for stress relief. I guess they came to me instinctively, because they are things I’ve done since I was a youngster.




I’ve always liked going for hikes and long walks. Growing up I lived in the country, and I’d spend hours walking along the nearby back roads and through the forests and meadows. I may not have as much time to do that as I used to, but I still go exploring when I get the opportunity,




If you’ve been reading my posts, you know that I do needlecraft. (Didn’t catch that post? Check the archives for the July Crafty Things post.) I find it totally relaxing to poke a needle and thread (or yarn) through canvas or cloth and end up with something beautiful. (At least in my humble opinion!)

My habit of getting up to the mountains whenever I can is another way to shed any stress I might be feeling. I say that the mountains “feed my soul.” I lived for too many years near sea level, and I spent a lot of time plotting how to get back to hilly country. I’m here now, and I’m still plotting how I can get even nearer and stay longer!








Finally, there’s my writing. Frankly, it causes me stress at the same time it relieves stress. Trying to find the right words can me a real headache. But once I finally get a story down, it’s such a satisfying feeling that I have to start all over again.


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This week on the Open Book Blog Hop: Songs from your past. Share your high school music loves.


Rebellion. That was the theme of music during my high school years. It was the height of the Vietnam protest era and the songs we listened to reflected the political discontent of the generation.


“Revolution” by the Beatles may have been a B side song, but it’s popularity couldn’t be denied. There were several versions, but the words expressed the feelings of many of my peers. Revolution. After all, we wanted to change the world.


If you’ve never heard it, take a listen. Or listen to it again. For some of us, it never gets old. In fact, it’s one of the songs my mother made the rule for—it could only be played once, and not over and over.

But the Beatles were tame compared to some of the other music. Woodstock introduced many groups to a wider audience. Some are still well-known, others have faded into history. Country Joe and the Fish may never have received much radio airtime as their Vietnam song didn’t meet decency standards, but their songs were made popular by word of mouth. Vietnam Song





Putting together this list reminded me of so many other great songs. There’s WAR by Edwin Starr and the Rolling Stones’ Paint It Black. There’s the Eve of Destruction and Fortunate Son.




But not all the popular songs were protest songs. Top songs ranged from Tony Orlando’s “Tie a Yellow Ribbon” Ribbon  to John Denver’s Rocky Mountain High. Rocky Mountain. Women singers had their share of popularity. Roberta Flack,Dionne Warwick, Janis Joplin, Carol King, Olivia Newton-John and Aretha Franklin all had major hits. Me and Bobby McGee was an anthem for every girl who longed to cut loose from society’s expectations and find themselves. 


Frankly, I could ramble on for a long time. So many songs, and I spent several hours reminiscing as I put this post together. So before I get off on another tangent—I haven’t even got to the country songs that crossed over to the popular lists—I’ll stop here and send you over to another of the authors. But before you leave, don’t forget to share the songs from your high school years in the comments.


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