Finally spied the nest!

I’ve been seeing this little lady in my morning window for the past few weeks, wondering where she was nesting. I knew she was nearby with the frequency with which she was appearing. This morning I was able to follow her flight path directly to a nearby tree. And what a lovely treat to catch her in her nest, protecting her eggs.

tiny neighbor

I only stayed a moment to snap a few shots, not wanting to disturb her overmuch. I thought this was the best of the bunch I got and wanted to share.  This hummingbird is smaller than the others I’ve seen flying around here these days. The nest is smaller than a chicken’s egg. A small one.

Happy Tuesday!

Blog Birthday! And other things…

Guess whose blog is having a birthday today?  That’s right!  On this day six years ago, my little blog rose from the ashes like a digital phoenix, and has never looked back again.

Oddly, as I went back in time to peruse the old posts, I noticed that all of the formatting has been lost.  Oh well.  Onward!

E.T.A: I am a writer, not a mather… and I think I have counted wrongly. But, this video brings me back to the days when I was six myself, and so it stays. Deal with it.

I wish I could shower you with presents to celebrate, but, that is just not to be.  
I’ve been keeping my head down working the last couple of weeks as I get my head around the fabulousness that was Big Sur in the Rockies. It’s the workshop that’s done by Andrea Brown Lit and they held it in Colorado this year. A. Maz. Ing.  There really aren’t words for what’s left over of my blown mind. 
In other news, I just learned that Neil Gaiman is coming to The Tattered Cover some time later this year, and tickets (the purchase of the book gets you in) go on sale right before my birthday. Coincidence? I think not.  
What’s interesting about this is that I have already pre-ordered a signed copy of his new book from another event and so just might find myself with extra *signed* copies of OCEAN AT THE END OF THE LANE when that day comes, if luck is shining on me. Or, that is to say…shining on YOU!  Nobody really needs TWO signed copies of anything… Maybe I’ll just have to give it away to one lucky blog reader. We shall see, my friends.  We shall see.
For mother’s day my family bought me a sodastream soda machine! I’ve been off the coca cola for *checks the ‘days since’ app* 118 days!  If you don’t count that accidental sip that totally grossed me out around day 80 and then there was an on purpose sip on day 111 that gave me a headache and caused a full body squeamish shiver. 
Yes, I think it is safe to say that I am cured of the soda. (finally!) So this machine is totally cool.  It carbonates the tap water, to which I add a dollop of unsweetened fruit juice and two drops of liquid stevia.  Tonight I’m enjoying black cherry.  OMG yummy.
It comes with all kinds of syrup, which the kids are taste testing. So far, the consensus is the root beer tastes right, but is almost too sweet. That’s saying something if my children think anything is too sweet. 
Check it out

I’m reading this book an writing short stories that has me totally engrossed. I am also reading THE NIGHT CIRCUS, which I just love.  I had to put it down while I tend to other things, and it calls to me. The imagery is just so… enchanting. Yes, it is enchanting.

Thanks for stopping by! 

The Writer’s Voice Blogfest #41

The Writer’s Voice Blogfest #41

“The Writer’s Voice” is a multi-blog, multi-agent contest hosted by Cupid of Cupid’s Literary Connection, Brenda Drake of Brenda Drake Writes, Monica B.W. of Love YA, and Krista Van Dolzer. My entry was one of 150 chosen by lottery to take part in this blogfest. So, here is my query of THE EXPATRIATES and the first 250 words of the manuscript. 

Dear Fabulous Agents and Author Coaches,

Seventeen-year-old Jim Wales can communicate with animals, but his mind-tap ability isn’t why he lives with a traveling carnival. Jim doesn’t know they’ve been hiding him there since he was little, since someone started hunting all the Scholars.

When a message arrives from Jim’s not-dead father from their not-destroyed homeland, Jim’s whereabouts are discovered. Jim watches his brother sacrifice himself to save him, leaving Jim and his friends alone and on the run. Boiling with the need for vengeance and answers, Jim discovers that he’s the last Scholarthe only one left with the power to stop his would-be killer, avenge his brother, and keep Bellenortheir magical medieval home worldfrom drifting into oblivion, for real this time.

When Jim learns the depths of his family’s betrayal and realizes the lengths to which others will go in order to secure him as their pawn, Jim finds that going home isn’t the same as being safe and that trust is everything

THE EXPATRIATES is a YA fantasy that runs 80,000 words. I am a member of SCBWI and a recipient of a scholarship by the Norman Mailer Writer’s Colony for their YA workshop.

Per your submission guidelines, I’ve included my first 250 words below.

Thank you for your consideration.

Corinne O’Flynn

Chapter 1

I’ve never been a fan of falcons. Actually, all birds of prey grossed me out. Mind-tapping a bird of prey was like stepping into a gory dream full of soft fleshy things like eyeball strings and intestines. No, give me someone’s pet canary or parakeet any day. Birds of prey were just nasty.

So when one landed in front of our motor home as we pulled into the fairgrounds, I would’ve totally ignored it. But its silver-white feathers glistened and its eyes reflected the light—greenish sequins that raised goose bumps on my arms. The falcon held my gaze, pulling me to tap it.

I connected with the animal, moving my mind through the windshield of our motor home and into the waiting raptor’s. I braced myself for the gore. But instead of fleshy bird thoughts, my vision split, like I was in two places at once. Light blasted my eyes, giant beams of golden white seared my vision and threw me off balance. I grabbed the arm rests to keep from falling over in my seat, slick palms sliding on leather.

“Jim, what is it?” Mom’s voice from the driver’s seat snapped me back.

I let go of the bird’s mind and found myself back in the RV, white knuckled and sweating.

“I’m gonna puke.” I hopped out and hit the ground. I worked to slow my breathing, rocking on all fours while the sharp gravel bit into my palms.

“You OK, honey?” Mom held the screen door open.


Happy St. Walpurga Day! #atozchallenge

Happy St. Walpurga Day!  #atozchallenge

Happy May Day!  

Anyone out there hungover from celebrating Saint Walpurga‘s Day?

Well, they don’t call it the A-to-Z “Challenge” for nothing. I thought I’d have the stamina to keep up and take on the a-to-z like a boss, but April 2013 conspired against me.  Oh, the fun we would’ve had! The plans! Shenanigans!

I’ll share the rest of my planned words for April in brief here… just for that special sense of closure that comes from completing a task. You’ll have to imagine the photos I would have included…

R for rahu – a Hindu demon who swallows the sun causing eclipses. Also a point in the sky in Vedic astrology marking the point at which the sun and moon’s paths cross in the sky. #northnode #powerful

S for strikhedonia – The pleasure of being able to say, “To hell with it.” Kind of like H for Hadeharia.

T for tmesis – The separation of parts of a compound word by an intervening word or words, heard mainly in informal speech *abso-freakin-lutely*

U for ululate – Howl or wail as an expression of strong emotion, typically grief. Behold in action.

V for vesthibitionism – A form of exhibitionism in which a woman exposes part of an undergarment.

W for witzelsucht – a set of rare neurological symptoms characterized by a tendency to make puns, tell inappropriate jokes or pointless stories in socially inappropriate situations.

X for xenobombulate – To exaggerate or feign illness in order to escape duty or work

Y for yogini – represents both a female master practitioner of Yoga, and a formal term of respect for a category of modern female spiritual teachers (in both hinduism and buddhism) in eastern countries such as India, Nepal, and Tibet.

Z for zotz – Mayan vampire bat demon or “death bat”. Also camazotz.

So, while I got snagged at the end…


SHOUT OUT!  Special thank you to thelmaz, for choosing my little blog among her 26 favorite blogs from the Challenge. How cool is that? It makes my day to know that you enjoyed my offerings this month. Stop by thelmaz blog and say hello! 

Also, special thanks to all the blog hosts for this year’s A-to-Z.  They work hard and take a ton of time to get this thing working, folks. Hats off!

PHOTO! And now, since we did photos daily with the April posts… I’ll show you what May 1 looks like in Colorado.  #lovingit

COMING UP:  This weekend I’ll be in Boulder, CO at Big Sur in the Rockies workshop with Andrea Brown Lit and SCBWI. So super excited to get away for the weekend and work on my new manuscript. ANYONE ELSE OUT THERE GOING? 

I’ve always wanted to attend the Big Sur Workshop in California, so it’s super amazing that they are having one within driving distance. My friend and I are staying in these little cottages on the Chautauqua campus. Many of these cottages have historic roots! I’m even more excited about the afterglow that will fuel my inspiration for months! *yay*