Monday, December 31, 2012

A new year-

Well, here we are on the brink of a brand new year.
I have to say, 2012 was a pretty good year for me, but I can't even begin to tell you how excited I am for 2013.

I have met so many wonderful people this past year, and my life has been made all the better.

I thank everyone from the bottom of my heart for all your support.

Happy New Year!

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Merry Christmas!

 
 
I wish each and every one of you a very merry Christmas and a happy New Year!

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Back to business-

Okay, I'm not sure if all of you know what's been happening with us the past week, but it's been a mess.

We've been dealing with a brat dog named Buster.

You see, Friday before last, Buster got annoyed that he had to spend the day alone.  So, he ate two feet of Christmas lights off of the tree.

That was a lovely clean up job for Steve (I got lucky and missed that one).  But it was a continuous clean up job that would last for a day and a half.

We were waiting to take him to the vet because we've been through this drill before.  Not so much with the Christmas lights, but other household objects.  It usually passes within two days.

But this time, there was just something not right about Buster.  The way he was acting, we had to take him in. 
And I thank God that we did.

The Christmas lights had stopped their journey right before his stomach.  There was simply too much of it to pass by. 


The poor baby had to have surgery. 

They did it the next day, and it took an hour and a half.



But, he's feeling much better now.  He's got two great nurses (pretty good looking ones, if you ask me),and the stitches come out a week from today.  He'll be all fixed up.

But if he ever does it again . . .

Anyway, that's what has been going on the last week.  And that's ALL that's been going on.  I hadn't really written, neither of us worked out because we have to be here with Buster.  Everything came to screeching halt.

But now, he's on the road to recovery, so I'm getting back to business.  I went to the gym yesterday and today, and will again tomorrow.  I've written last night, this morning, and afternoon, and I am now entering this for you.

Life if getting back to normal. 
Thank God again.



I would like to give my condolences to all the families of victims in Connecticut.  My heart goes out, and I grieve with each and every one of you.

Saturday, December 8, 2012

An amazing time-

Although I am spending my day baby sitting Buster, once again because he decided to eat something he shouldn't (this time it was two feet of Christmas tree lights OFF the Christmas tree), I'm happy.
It looks like Buster be fine, and we've been trough this drill enough to know he'll be good as new in a few days.  We learned this after the disposable razor, and the blue pen, and leather guitar strap . . .

But everything's okay.  Even a dog puking Christmas joy all over the place could ruin my mood. 

This is an exciting time in history.  The Supreme Court is reviewing two key questions regarding same-sex marriage, and a person's Constitutional right; the outcome could be that same-sex marriage will be legal in all 50 states!

I can't wait for the moment when the marriage that Steve and I went to Canada for, is finally legal where ever we are in the United States, too. 

Man, the celebrations that are gonna be had . . .

And I bet the economy is gonna get better, too, because all those gay couples will be getting married all over the place.  And you know how those gays do it-big and flashy!

It will be a moment we'll never forget . . .

I don't want to get my hopes up too high in case, but I also WANT to get my hopes up.  Why not?  Why not be hopeful that the moment no one thought we'd see in our lifetime, may be here? 

Why not hope that there will be celebrations?


Thursday, November 29, 2012

The light at the end of the tunnel-

(I'm doing this entry on my iPad, so I'm not able to add a picture.  Just imagine a cool shot of Colorado, please. )

As most of you know, our big goal is to get the hell out of Austin and up to the mountains of Colorado. Obviously we have to wait a couple of years until I retire with the City of Austin,

The other day I got some good news: That goal got 6/7 months closer. I will be able to buy my sick time and move my date up! Nice!
So by roughly September of 2014 I will be retiring!
It seems weird to say those words. People tell me, "You can't retire, you're too young."
The hell, I can't!
You're never too young to retire, if you're able.  It's my reward for sticking with a job I didn't like most of the time for 23 years!
Some also ask, "What are you going to do? You'll get bored."
The hell I will!
They forget: I'm a writer.
I actually never thought I would retire with the City, because I always thought my career would take off enough by now to self-support.  But as it happened, it's taking off a little later than I had expected, so retirement is happening.
But everything happens for a reason.  Now, when I do retire, my books will help supplement my income. Plus, I will finally be able to write full time!  However it happened, I will at last be a full-time writer!

And more than that, we will be in Colorado! We can't believe that the light at the end of that proverbial tunnel is finally growing bigger!

We have a lot of planning to do over the next 18 months or so, and a lot of decision making. But our new lives are about to begin. That great new adventure that we've been dreaming about for so long, is closer than ever.
Everything happens for a reason.
Everything happens when it's SUPPOSED to happen.
Steve and I believe these things 100%.
Because, not only are our lives going to take a drastic turn for the better, but now have so many others to share it with, and I thank you!

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Struggling with myself-

I'm finding myself at a crossroads. Maybe not so much at a crossroad as much as I'm struggling with myself.
I have so much writing to do.  So many stories that need to be told. But as I push myself and push myself to write during every possible free opportunity, I'm finding that I'm burning myself out. Even though, three weeks ago, I took a week off from writing, I still feel a bit overwhelmed. I went from Luthor to The Rise of the Son into Inanimate Objects (coming in January) and straight into my current work in progress.
So yesterday I decided I would ease up and start a new wood burning, that way I can let my brain rest and get back into the swing if things. But my problem is, I'm not all that into the burning I'm working on because all I can think about is writing.
They say a true writer NEEDS to write, and in a case like this, I see the truth in those words.
But I will still try to take today off (even though I'm sitting on the couch writing in my blog) and get back to my WIP tomorrow.  
I think part of my problem is, even when I'm not in the act of writing, I'm thinking about story lines and marketing for what's to come and marketing for what's already out.
I need to make a point to let my brain rest when I'm not sitting at the computer.
Is it too early to make  New Year's resolution?

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Thanksgiving!

Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays.  I don't know why.  I'm not a very big eater.  And it's not like I enjoy cooking.  There's just something about it that I love.  Perhaps it's one of the things I'm most thankful for that makes it great: my husband, Steve.

I thank God every day that He gave Steve to me.  Yes, I thank God, because it was God Who brought Steve into my life more than twenty years ago.  And it's God Who keeps him there, too.

Steve makes Thanksgiving so special.  For years Steve and I have spent the majority of our Thanksgivings alone, just the two of us.  We get dressed up, and cook all day, and usually go see a movie or something.  Doesn't sound like much, but for us, it's special and fun.  And each year it simply gets better.

I am thankful for many things in my life.  I'm thankful we're both healthy and happy.  I'm thankful we're both employed.  I'm thankful we have a nice place to live.  I'm thankful for all my friends and fans.  But none of that would make any difference to me if it weren't for what I'm most thankful for: Steve.

I hope everyone has a wonderful Thanksgiving!

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Pushing on-

Well it's snowing in Colorado today.  I always find it extremely hard to fight the green-eyed monster of jealousy during this time.  As many of you know, it is mine and Steve's goal to live in Colorado as soon as possible.

I was hoping to be able to buy out my last year of retirement with the City, and get there by 2014, but as reality is setting in, I am seeing that just may be an impossibility.  But I will do what I can to cut off as many months as possible.

So, until I can retire and we are able to move to our dream land, I will push on. 

I am still doing what I can to market Luthor.  I have been pushing Blue Moon, too, as well as The Rise of the Son.  I have also recently gotten all of the Johnny & Joey adventures on eBooks- The Magic Elevator, Back to the Elevator, Return to Animal Land, and the Button That Should Never, Ever, Ever Be Pushed.

I have completed Inanimate Objects, and it is going through a few reading sessions by several people for edits and critques.  That will also be published as an eBook in the first week of January, 2013.  I decided it would be best to wait until January, as I just don't feel comfortable publishing and marketing a book about the devil during the Christmas holidays.

I have begun my next book, Squish-Squash, and will be working my ass off on that for the next few months. 

With any luck, I will have enough books out, and will have created enough of a following, that when it is time to move, I will truely be able to spend my time writing.

I have a lot of work ahead of me, but it's all work for a great goal.  The light at the end of this tunnel is bright and welcoming.  (And at the moment, covered in snow! Grrr) 

Thursday, November 8, 2012

The allergy battle

I guess I should count myself lucky, since (knock wood) I normally don't get sick throughout the year.  But when I do feel under the weather, there's usually one suspect: allergies.

In Austin, you can spend weeks trying to find one person who is not effected by either grass, cedar, or pigweed (I don't even know what that is) spores.  The one that gets me the worst is mold.  It usually hits . . . well, there's no certain time when it usually hits, that's the fun part.

If it rains for days on end (which hardly happens in this lovely state), the mold count rises.  And if it doesn't rain for a while and is just hot as hell (which is pretty much the norm), the mold count rises.

Well, last Friday it began.  Slowly at first, and relatively controllable.  Steve and I were on vacation, and after we would spend the day doing whatever we had planned, 3 o'clock would roll around and the headache would begin.  Then I would hide inside and nurse my pounding brain for the rest of the night.

Then, on Monday, our last day of vacation, I awoke to a sore throat and stuffy head.  This has been my condition since.  In case you are not aware, it is Thursday. 

Each morning I wake with the hopes that I will feel better, and I will be able to return to my normal, jolly self.  Each morning I have been sorely disappointed.

I have things to do!

I am supposed to be continuing the great workout regimen we started while on vacation, but that has not happened.  I am supposed to be working on my new book, and although I have done a bit, like setting up margins and junk, the actual writing is not going very well. 

This blog entry is taking all of the energy I have in me, after suffering through a very long work day, and if you knew how long it actually took to complete, you would laugh yourself silly.

So, that's it.  That's what I'm dealing with now. 

I do hope anyone who is reading this is doing much better than I am at the moment.

Saturday, November 3, 2012

Grrrrrr-frustration!

Aaaaaah! Patience is just not my thing!

Been trying to learn Paint Shop Pro X5 the past week and I know nothing more than when I started a week ago!
Yes, I've watched the tutorials and I've read the help guide (which wasn't very helpful, thank you).  But the problem with all the tutorials I've watched is that they aren't very good teaching tools.  They click this and click that, and magically make what they want to achieve happen, as if it's the easiest thing in the world.
But then I try to click this and click that and nothing happens.  Well, something happens, but it's not what's supposed to happen. 

Perhaps I'm just too old to try and learn something new.  Perhaps I will forever be dependent on graphic artists to help with covers and marketing materials. 
You see, that was my whole goal: to NOT be that dependent on them. 

But, I will continue to try the program and see what I can or can not learn.

Wish me luck.

Don't forget to have a look around the site and see if anything intrests you.
www.polmcshane.com

Thanks!!!



Monday, October 29, 2012

Trying to just chill-

It's vacation time again.  Steve and I are both off this week.  We don't have anything really concrete planned, but that's good.  We're just gonna do whatever comes up.

I managed to finish Inanimate Object Friday night.  I was so glad that I did, this way I can truly do nothing while I'm on vacation and try to chill.  The key word there is TRY. 

I wanted to stop writing for the week, thought my brain deserved it.  I've been going and going for most of the year. 
In January I was working on the final polishes for Luthor and then worked on getting published.  Once that was done, I started working on the sequel to Blue Moon, The Rise of the Son.  And once that was done and published I worked on Inanimate Objects

So, yes, I need a break.  But needing one and convincing my brain and heart that I'm on one is another thing entirely.  All day yesterday I had the nagging feeling that I should be doing something.  Felt as if I'm avoiding my duties.  Then I had to consciously remind myself, "No, Pol, you're on vacation.  You're not supposed to be doing anything.  Remember?"

But this morning I had to at least do a blog entry so that I may possibly calm that nagging feeling a bit. 

Steve and I are planning on starting the Twilight movies tonight.  We're gonna watch them all from 1-4 (pt1).  The final movie comes out on the 16 and we can't wait!  Although I know we'll have to wait until all the screaming little girls have gone to see it.  Then, it'll be time for the screaming adults. 

Okay, that's it.  I just wanted to get this little blog entry done and appease the nagging in my writing brain.  Let's hope it works.

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Plenty of stuff to come-

Well, just wanted to drop a line and say hi.  I've been making great headway on my current project.  My goal is to finish by mid week.  Then it heads to three rounds of edits and we can put it in the can (movie talk for finishing a film).

I hope everyone bookmarks my website www.polmcshane.com so you can keep up with me in the future.  I have lots of stuff planned. 

Here's a list of upcoming books in order of their release:

Inanimate Objects-

Squish-Squash-

The Son and the Moon (the final installment of the Blue Moon saga)-

Reunion-The Children of Lauderdale Park-

Hell on Earth (Inanimate Objects pt2)-

Love Me Beautiful-

So stick with me and enjoy the ride.  It may get a little scary . . .


Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Life of Pi-

Well, I just finished reading Life of Pi and I loved it.

It's weird, I had never even heard of this book before. Then, one day, Steve and I were at the movies and he was in the concession line and I was looking around at the upcoming movies. There it was: a tall thee-sided display for a movie called Life of Pi.  One side was covered in meerkats and the other had a whale and the third had a lifeboat with a boy in it and a Bengal tiger. Of course my interest was peeked.  As soon as I got home I looked up the trailer and the movie looked amazing.
Something told me that I wanted to read the book. So I went on Amazon and purchased the eBook. I devoured the story.
The weird part is that I have heard so many people tell me they, too, love the book and had read it long ago.

Now I can't wait for the movie to come out even more so. I just have to make a conscious effort not to continuously compare the movie to the book, since there are inevitably going to be differences.

I had to keep telling Steve about the book while i was reading it, so now, he wants to read it, too. I love that because it will be something we will share.

Life of Pi- what a great book!

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Busy, busy-

Yes, I know I haven't been blogging as much as I should be.  But I also haven't been sitting around on my duff, not doing anything.  I've been busy, busy. 

During the week, when I get home from my tedious day job (that seems to get more tedious by the week), I take care of Buster and get to writing.  If I don't get to writing right away, I have to get to the gym first and THEN get to writing. 

And on the weekends, after I get up at the buttcrack of dawn, I write for a while, head to the gym, come back and, either start writing right away, or take care of Buster and some housework and THEN get to writing. 

Needless to say, I've been writing a lot.

On top of all the writing, gym, fatherly duties, and housework, I've been doing whatever I can to continuously promote Luthor and Blue Moon and The Rise of The Son.

I have also recently managed to get all of the Johnny & Joey books onto Kindle, so they can reach a whole new audience.

I was hoping to be finished with my current project, Inanimate Objects, by this weekend, but it didn't work out that way.  I will (fingers crossed) do it this week.  Then it will go through a few rounds of edits.
I would love to get the book out before Christmas, because I just don't feel comfortable releasing a book about the devil during the Christmas holidays.  It seems wrong.

So, I'm off now to walk Buster and when I come back I will be . . . you guessed it: writing.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

A new era-

Ain't life strange?

Things change from one year to the next.  Things change from one DAY to the next, more like it. 

I'm not one for change.  I've had the same job for 23 years, the same man (thank God) for 21.  But there are times when change is good.  Yes, I know that's what they say.  But I've never bought into it.

What the hell am I talking about?  I'm talking about publishing.  I'm talking about books.  I'm talking about eBooks.  I'm talking about paper vs. electronic. 

Now let me start by saying, I love my printed books, and always will.  When the whole eBook thing started, I took it with a grain of salt because I knew it would never effect me.  I didn't see the appeal of reading a book on a screen.  I'm very OCD about my printed books and love to hold them in my hands.

But then . . . things started to change.

I purchased an iPad, fell in love with it, and wanted to use it in as many ways as possible.  So, I downloaded the free Kindle eReader app.  Then I purchased a few eBooks.  (Hey, they're cheaper than regular books, too.  Bonus.)
I found the pages of the eBooks turn like regular pages (relatively).
The reader saves the spot where you last stopped reading without a bookmark.
If you don't know what a word means, you no longer have to write it down so you can go look it up later, just tap the screen and a dictionary appears. Hmmmmmm, nice.
And an added plus is that you have all your books in one easy-to-carry-around device.

Then one day, I had an epiphany.  I had spent years trying to get published by a large publishing house.  I was simply 1 author in 1,000,000,000,000, and was spinning my wheels.  I had several books sitting on shelves that were yearning to be released.  Though I had self-published to print copy before, it can be pricey.  I had recently gone through the time and cost for Luthor because, well, it was Luthor

Things began to change further for all independent writers because they were discovering that they could publish books in eBook format and they were making money because so many people were hopping on the eBook train.  I realized I could do that, too.

The long-awaited sequel to Blue Moon might still not have been available if it were not for this new era.  But a few weeks ago, I published my first eBook, The Rise of the Son.

This has opened the gate for many books to come.  In the future months/year there will be new books from me the world may have never seen if it hadn't been for my new insight on the world of eBooks, eReaders, and ePublishing.

If it hadn't been for change.

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Something good to come of it-

 
They say there's something good that comes out of everything bad.  I suppose that's true, though it may be hard to see it right away.

Why am I saying this?

Well, as some of you know, about six years ago, I was approached by a movie studio that wanted to make Blue Moon into a movie.  It was the greatest news I had heard since the day Steve told me he wanted to be boyfriends.
So, I worked with the studio on this and that for ever.  I sent copy after copy of the book  to writers they wanted to do the script.

Well, fast-forward six years and I'm told that my story had been changed so much, the movie was no longer going to be based on my book, so I got booted.  Blue Moon became Blood Moon (real big difference).

But it's okay, I've accepted it now.

The good thing that came of it? I had never intended to do a sequel to Blue Moon.  But during the course of me getting fucked over, the studio had talked about making it multiple movies.  That got me thinking and TADA! The Rise of the Son was born.  And I decided to make the series a trilogy.

Now, The Rise is out and I've got positive things in my future.

So, just remember, when something seems devastating at the time, in the future, there may be a good reason for it. 

Don't forget to get Blue Moon and The Rise of the Son on eBook. (Might as well grab Luthor on eBook while  you're at it.)
http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_ss_c_0_11?url=search-alias%3Ddigital-text&field-keywords=pol+mcshane&sprefix=pol+mcshane%2Cstripbooks%2C539

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Finally!


It's finally here! The Rise of the Son has gone live!

I'm very excited.  I wrote this book about four years ago, but for one reason or another, I never published it.
To be honest, when I wrote Blue Moon, I was never intending to continue the story.  But after many requests, I realized it was the right thing to do.  What's more, for the entire story to be complete, I knew it needed to be a trilogy.

Now, with the popularity and success of eBooks, I have decided to hop on that train and publish this book solely as an eBook. It's a new venture for me, and I'm thrilled. 

I appreciate everyone's patience, but the wait it over.  The second installment to the Blue Moon saga is here--

http://www.amazon.com/Rise-Blue-Moon-Saga-ebook/dp/B009BOO66K/ref=sr_1_5?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1347821783&sr=1-5&keywords=pol+mcshane

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

The Rise of the Son-first chapter

(coming to eBook)

It's been a long time coming, but the time is almost here.  The sequel to Blue Moon has almost arrived. 
But for now, here's a sneak peek at the first chapter of:

The Rise of the Son 
 
1
 
 
 
My name is Sephina.  For those of you who know me, no introduction is necessary.  I’ve been told I’m not an easy one to forget.  For those of you who don’t know me—who are coming into this thing with blinders on—I hope you have an open mind.  I hope you accept the things you cannot explain.  I hope you don’t take things at face value.  I hope you will leave some room for speculation.  For the possibility that what you are about to read is real.  For the possibility that what you are about to read actually happened.  This is a recalling of events transpired.  Because if you don’t do that—if you blow it off as just another work of fiction—then I’m writing it all down for nothing.  And that simply can not be.  That cannot happen.  It cannot be for nothing.  It could not have all happened for nothing.   For no reason.  No purpose. 
I have to tell this so others will be informed.  So they may learn.
Some saw this book and knew immediately that it was meant to help.  It was meant to warn.  As was its predecessor.  You knew that within these pages was information you may or may not find useful.  
And you also know what I do.  What I am. 
Although, as you read this book, I’m sure you will see that the years have changed me.  The years of preparation.  The years of consistent patrol.  Consistent dread.  It takes its toll on a woman.
Those familiar with me also know who Adam Keel was.  What he was.
Back to those of you who just happened to pick this book up because you thought the cover was cool, perhaps read the synopsis and thought, What the heck.  Allow me to tell you what you’ve gotten yourself into here—
Some years ago, there was a book published called Blue Moon.  It was written by a man named Adam Keel.  It was published by me, under a pseudonym, as this one will be.  Adam wrote the book, but died before the final page was completed.  The final pages were written by me.  I felt it the right thing to do to close his story.  I felt I owed it to him in some way.  I don’t know if Adam ever considered that I would write something in his book.  But I don’t think he would mind. 
Adam was a great man.  He cared so much for others.  He tried to help people.  He cared about them.  It tore him up inside to know what he did to so many.  It was his greatest failure and his deepest regret.
Adam died by his own hand.  He shot himself in the head with a gun possessing a silver bullet. 
He shot himself in the head.
He took his own life.
He did it to help others. 
He killed himself to protect others.
To possibly make right what had gone so terribly wrong.
I sit here and my heart aches even now as I write down these words.  I don’t know why it still hurts so badly, like a newly acquired wound.  Each morning I wake, I hope the pain and feeling of emptiness in the pit of my stomach will go away.  But it’s like an unwanted relative that’s over-stayed their welcome, who won’t take the countless hints you’ve dropped to get the hell outta your house. 
I’ve tried to come to terms with it—with the loss.  I’ve gone over it in my head time and time again.  I know it was something that had to be done.  Adam knew it was something that had to be done.  The book was something that had to be done.
You see, Adam was a very special person—a loving and caring person.  But he had a life that was stained blood red since before his birth. 
Adam was cursed. 
He was destined to be one.
As John had been one.
He never had a choice.
It was his destiny.
You see, Adam was a werewolf.
I can almost hear the simultaneous What? This is ridiculous, as those words are read.  .
But it’s true.  Adam Keel was a werewolf.  And so was my late husband, John Spier.  He was the one who changed Adam.  He was a patient of Adam’s—
You know what; we’ll talk about that later. 
First I need to get this story started.  I’m not as good a writer as Adam.  He was the one with the smarts.  I had the looks.  Actually he had the looks, too, which seems a bit unfair in hindsight.  He was pretty much perfect.  Great looks.  Great personality.  Except for the whole werewolf thing, there was nothing wrong with him. 
Anyway, I’ll try to stay on track and get this all down.  When I go through the actual motions of trying to recall every single detail, I realize how much has occurred in such a short amount of time.   I’ll try and remember it all.  I’m not as young as I used to be.  A lot has happened.  A lot of the memories I have tried to shut away.  But I’ll pull them from the bottom drawer of my mind and get them in order. 
We covered a lot of ground.  We traveled a long way during that time.
By “we” I mean us.  Myself and Payat.  Adam’s son.  Our son.
       Adam didn’t know we were going to have a baby.  I found out a few nights before the blue moon.
Let me back up a bit, again for those new comers—a blue moon is the second full moon that occurs in the same month.  It only happens every once in a while. You know, ‘only once in a blue moon.’  I’m sure you know what a blue moon is, but what you might not know is that is also the only night when a werewolf can take its own life.  Most who are born to be cursed don’t know about it, the blue moon secret—the “out”, if you will.  The others, who do know about it, don’t want it to end.  They like it.  They like being a monster.  They love the power.  They don’t want to end the bloodline. 
But that’s exactly what Adam was trying to do that night.  He was trying to end it.  The curse had finally reached someone too good at heart to let the wolf overtake him.  He wanted so badly to end it.  He thought he was going to. 
There can only be one wolf.  
That’s the rule.  Part of the reason Adam thought he could end it by simply taking his own life.
When God handed down the wolf to Man as a punishment, He never meant for it to last this long—centuries on end.  It has gotten away from Him.  But God still has some control, if nothing else: He won’t allow there to be more than one wolf. 
But, as rules go, there’s an exception to every one.  My late husband, John and Adam were wolves at the same time.  It was brief, but it happened.  It was the first we had ever heard about it occurring.  Of course none of us were experts.  I only really started studying wolfism after I met John.  Before that I had only dabbled out of curiosity.  John couldn’t figure it out afterwards, why he and Adam were both alive at the same time.  I couldn’t figure it out.  Adam, well he didn’t know what the hell was going on in the first place.  He had only learned a week earlier that John was going to turn him into a werewolf.  It was Adam’s turn to “become”.  He was still trying to wrap his head around that whole thing.  He actually didn’t fully believe it until the night of his first change. 
You see, Adam was a doctor, and John was his patient.  John had been convicted of several murders and also thirty counts of cannibalism.   John’s only argument was that he had no control over his actions.  Every time he changed into the wolf, he lost more and more control.  There was nothing he could do.
Insanity.  That’s what the courts ruled. 
And so he was placed in Adam’s care.  Adam would later discover that John was placed with him so that he might make John well enough to stand trial and be truly punished for the crimes brought against him. 
During their sessions, John began to explain to Adam—from the other side of the thick glass of his cell, on the top floor of a Boston mental intuition—how it was Fate that brought them together and how John would change Adam on the following full moon. 
Adam had his doubts, of course.  Just the ravings of another person not in their right mind.  Not in grasp of reality.
But the days and night passed, and John slowly began to tell Adam that he was not crazy or delusional.  He was a victim.  And soon Adam would be a victim, too.  John would break out of the cell and attack him.  And when the curse of the wolf passed to its next host, John would die. 
That’s what was supposed to happen.
But it didn’t.
Not at first.
Even though it happened—two wolves at the same time—the fact that there were two werewolves took care of the situation.  They righted the wrong quick enough in a battle of blood and hair.  It was over shortly after it began.  As if realizing its blunder and rectifying the error. 
Adam cried so often because of what he had done.  He always regretted it, killing John.  But he had no control.  The wolf made the rules.  The wolf set the game pieces out on the board.  Adam was simply one of those pieces.  It had to be done.
There couldn’t be two wolves.
And more than that, Adam knew there could be none at all.  The night of the blue moon, he would end it.  He would stop the killing and the sadness and the pain.  He would stop the grieving of families left behind in the wake of death.  He would make the ultimate sacrifice. 
He tried.
But he didn’t know— 
He didn’t know about Payat. 
I didn’t know about Payat.
I wasn’t sure about it all until after we started to run.
 
 
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Monday, September 3, 2012

What a loss-



                                                                      RIP

                                                Michael Clarke Duncan

Sunday, September 2, 2012

One of the reasons I don't like politics-

By now I'm sure everyone has seen or heard about the infamous Clint Eastwood talking to a chair speech.  Yes, it was weird, but I get what he was trying to convey.

But on the other hand, this is one of the reasons I don't like politics.  It's because you get to see who people really are. 

I always thought Clint Eastwood was a cool guy.  I liked his movies and thought it would be sweet to meet him one day.
 
But now that I've learned he's a Republican, and I've watched him insult the president, I feel totally opposite. 
I know he would never support me in my life, so why should I ever go see another of his films (not that there would be many left in the future, if you know what I mean) and support him?

And Eastwood's not the only one.  There are "friends" on my Facebook page that I thought were cool.  But as of late have seen some posting their support for Romney, and it's making me question everything. 
"They're Republicans? They like and support him? Well, then do they really like me?  Since Romney is a religious Republican that doesn't like the gay community, deep down, do they not like me?"

I don't see how they could, since they support someone who's against so many others.  How can they like and trust him and on the same hand like and support the things and people he's against.

It feels like my bubble of accepting people I have around me got a little smaller, and I don't like that.

Oh, I hate politics.


Thursday, August 30, 2012

Scary times ahead?

I'm not a very political person.  I mean, I pay attention to what's going on, and I vote, but I can't hold a debate on who did what to whom and when. 

But I can tell you that I am afraid of the upcoming election.  I know that Obama has said he would do things and hasn't.  I know that some of the things he's done, people don't agree with.  I also know that the state of the economy hasn't improved as it should have, either. 
But I also know that the other guy is worse. 
As far as I'm concerned, anyway. 

And I know that I'm pissing some people off, and that is exactly why I don't talk politics.  But If Romney wins, I will seriously consider moving to Canada.  All the headway the gay community has made over the past few years will be erased.  Religion will be a major part of the office (as it has in the race already), and that in itself will reverse any forward motion we've made.

I don't know what will happen come November, but I know that I'm nervous about it. 

America, the land of the free . . . it won't be for everyone.  Not those who want to share their lives with the ones they love if they happen to be of the same sex.



Monday, August 27, 2012

Another five-star review!



"Every once in a while you come across a story that moves you. Luthor did just that. From the beginning, I was intrigued by the characters. Not only were they interesting, but there was something about them that told me there was more than what the reader can see. The complexity of the characters is by far one of Luthor's biggest strengths. Their motives behind every action is clearly done with purpose, yet is not always immediately apparent. McShane has created some of the most complex, lively, entertaining and thought-provoking characters I have ever come across.

Effortlessly tying his characters into a brilliant storyline, McShane creates a world so vivid and realistic (without falling victim to redundancy) that one forgets they are reading. These characters draw the reader in such a way that they feel as though they are living the same emotions and experiences right alongside them.

Beautifully written, this is by far one of the most captivating, frightening, sad and hopeful stories I have read in a long time. I highly recommend it to anyone in search of a story that they wish to be utterly entranced by."


And it's only the beginning!

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Saturday, August 25, 2012

Another summer almost gone-

Thank God! It's August 25th.  The summer is almost gone.  At least this one, although extremely hot, wasn't as bad as last year.  Hopefully, the temperatures will begin to drop soon and we'll be able to go on walks with Buster without our skin feeling as if we've been placed in some old witch's oven inside a cottage made of goodies.

The summer went by pretty quickly.  My head was more often in Colorado than here, and perhaps that helped.  I simply need to continue using that trick for the next two years.

Ugh, two years.  When I say it out loud (or write it, as the case may be) it seems like forever.  But I know it's not forever.  I'm trying desperately to shorten that time.  Who knows, perhaps I'll be successful.  I hope so. 

As mentioned, a lot of my time is spent with my body doing one thing and my mind in Colorado.  I can't help but continuously picture a house in the woods with a cool porch.  A porch that will be buried in snow as we sit inside by the fire.  The woods outside our window becoming a winter wonderland. 

When we tell people we're moving to Colorado, we get the same reaction sometimes: "Oh, you're gonna get sick of the snow."
No, we won't.  That's the reason we're moving there.  We want the snow.  We want the change of seasons.  We want to be able to go outside and play in the snow.  We want all the things that we don't have living in the traffic-choked, crowded city of Austin.

And now, summer is almost over and the cooler temperatures will be descending upon us.  I can't wait.  At least while my mind is in Colorado, my body might feel as if it is there with it.

Saturday, August 18, 2012

Looking foward to rain

I know, I know, you missed me.  Yeah, it's been a little while since I posted an entry.  But I've been busy.  Actually, that's partly a lie.  I was busy some of the time, but I also was lazy some of the time. 
Hey-isn't honesty the best policy?

I had some marketing/publicity pictures taken last Monday (some of which you'll see, some you won't).  But before I took the pictures, I spent almost two months working out harder than I had in a while, and that took up a bunch of time.  Time is what I wish I had more of during the day in order to get done everything I need to get done (work, the gym, writing, taking care of the house, reading, marketing) and still have a life.
Anyway, once the pictures were taken, I took a few days (four, yikes) off from the gym to let my body chill out.  I may have been on the brink of overdoing it.  But while I was taking time off from that, I took time off from pretty much everything else, too. 

Now, it's back to business.

Today, I'll hit the gym and then get to work on whatever I have allowed to slack.

It should be a good day, since we are expecting the first round of rain in  who knows how long.  My fingers are crossed that we do get the promised rain.  I can't tell you how many times they've said we'd get it, then we sit back and watch the storms pass us by. 
This summer hasn't been as bad as last, but it was still full of crappy 100+ temperatures and very little moisture.

So, do your rain dance if you've got one! And don't forget to stop by the rest of the site, if you hadn't been around here in a while.

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Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Always something on the horizon

Okay, one of the rules of blogging (for authors) is not to talk about your books all the time.  And I've tried to space it out a bit.  The last entry was about that fucking idiot who was living it up torturing wolves. 

So now I get to talk about my books again.  And you know by that I mean, I get to talk about Luthor again.

Let me start by saying, one of the reasons I seem to always end up talking about Luthor is because it's a very exciting time. There always seems to be something on the horizon with this book.  Every day I don't know what will happen next with it. 

One morning I may wake feeling slightly glum because I feel things have slowed down. 
The next minute Steve calls me and says that people at the restaurant were talking about Luthor because some of the employees are reading it.  A delivery guy got a copy and said he couldn't put it down, and that it was the best book he's read all year.

Of course, then I'm on Cloud 9. 

Then I remember the other numerous other things that are currently under way, or will be underway in the very near future. 

One of those things (fingers crossed) is the impending results on October 5th for the contest I entered Luthor in.

Anyway, there are other projects we're working on that I can't get into right now, but they're coming.

It's a really exciting time, when you don't know what's around the next corner. 

What the next sunrise will bring. 

Will this be the one?

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Friday, August 3, 2012

Heartbroken

I opened up Facebook when I got home today expecting to find happy greeting from friends and stories about what happened during their day.

Instead I find this horrible picture and story about Josh Bransford, a Federal employee with the Idaho National Forest. 
He used this poor, trapped, suffering animal as target practice!

My stomach is in knots right now because I simply can't believe the level of cruelty that people will go to.

Would he be smiling if this were his own wife, limping around in the background, staining the snow with her blood, confused and alone?



This savagery has gone unpunished because of the wolves' status as unprotected. 

I could go on an on about the emotions that I'm feeling, but my heart is already too heavy.

Please sign the petition below so that justice may be served. 
And if you know of anyone who participates in this this sort of savage behavior, I pray that you will do whatever you can to help and make things right.

http://www.change.org/petitions/u-s-forest-service-dismiss-josh-bransford-on-the-basis-of-animal-cruelty






Sunday, July 29, 2012

Blue Moon Excerpt



Chapter 14

John’s screams woke me from my flight.  I sat up in the chair and looked at him. He was naked and bent over, like he was sick.  I stood and walked to the glass.
  “John, are you okay?”
He moaned and screamed out again. “Leave!”
  “What’s wrong with you?”
  “What the fuck do you think is wrong?”
  “John, tell yourself that it’s all in your head.  Try and stay in control.”
He stood and lunged at me.  I stepped back as I looked at him.  His face was red, all distorted and covered in sweat.  He growled at me. “Does this look like it’s in my fucking head?” 
  Tears flooded his eyes.  “I’m sorry.” I whispered. 
  I don’t know why, but I just felt that I had to apologize.  Partly for not trusting him, no matter how many times I said I did.  For not believing him, even after I was convinced.  But mostly, I think I apologized because at long last, I absolutely knew it was true.
  “John!” I yelled as he flung himself against the far wall.  I watched as he repeated this, again and again. “John, stop it!” 
  I felt helpless.  I was standing there, watching him beat himself, and I could do nothing to help him.  I was not made to stand around and watch.  It wasn’t in my nature.  His screams became louder.  I stood there as he flung himself against his bed, the sink, the walls.  In a panic, I glanced around the room and saw what I was looking for: the button on the wall that would open his cell.  Almost without thinking, I ran and slammed my fist against it and watched as the panel, slowly opened.  John watched in disbelief.
   “Noooo!  You idiot!” He yelled at me as I ran into the cell and grabbed him.  He threw me to the floor.  “Get out of here! Close that door! Pleeease!”
  He fell to the floor in a fetal position, and that’s when it started:
  I couldn’t believe it.  I was frozen with both fear and amazement.  Suddenly, his skin began to move.  His bones appeared as if they were twisting beneath it.  I watched his features change.  His torso grew.  His legs became fuller, more muscular.  Then, his arms started to fill out. The flesh swelled up as the bones stretched.  I could actually hear them.  His arms changed shape even more, and came to look more like his legs.  He had four legs.  Then his face changed.  His forehead, nose and mouth stretched out, forming a snout.  I watched a tail grow from the end of his spine.  Then, almost instantly, the hair came.  Within seconds, he was covered.  And when his screams stopped, he howled, and I was staring at the largest damn wolf I had ever seen. 
  He turned . . . it turned to me, watched me for a second, as if deciding what to do, as if trying not to do what it knew it must.
  Then, it attacked.


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Coming soon to eBook: The Blue Moon saga continues with-The Rise of the Son

Thursday, July 26, 2012

It's that time again-

Well it's that time again.  Time to hear the word Olympics 20 times a day.  Time to see update commercials every five minutes.

Nah, it's not so bad.  It's actually a fun time.  It's an uplifting occasion. 
Even if you don't watch every event (and there's nothing that says you have to), there are still plenty of entertaining things going worth watching. 

The Summer Olympics are great.  I mean, I really like the winter Olympics, with the skiing and the ice skating and bobsled stuff. 

But the summer Olympics . . . The summer Olympics . . .What can I say?

There's something about the summer Olympics that makes it so special.  I can't seem to put it into words . . .


Like it's not just all the countries getting together in solidarity and all that la-di-da stuff.  There's something about these games that moves you every time they come around . . .


I don't know what it is.  Perhaps it's simply because it's summer, and it's the turning point of the year, that makes the games more enticing. 

No.  That's not it.  That's dumb. 

There's something more. 

It's like a feeling . . .


Yes, that's it. 

There's a warmth to the summer games.  A warmth. 

One might even say a type of heat . . .


I don't know exactly what it is about the summer Olympics that draws you in.  I simply know I'm exceptionally excited it's here.





Thursday, July 19, 2012

Those pesky negative feelings

Yes, I do have my precious computer back, but this entry will have no picture or proper spacing because I'm working on the iPad at work. Anyway- Things have been good for me lately. But as things tend to do, they change slightly. The rush of book purchases have slowed (simply in person, not sure about online). And of course, that high I had felt is beginning to fade. Those negative feeling are beginning to creep in like smoke under a door. But I know those negative feelings are uncalled for. This is simply the regular pace of things. It's silly to give negativity any merit at this point. So I'll try the next venture of marketing, try to reach out to the next group of people. I'll keep going. That's all I can do: try. I won't stop. I made a promise to Steve and to myself that I would do whatever it takes to make Luthor a success. And I WILL see that happen. Negative feelings be damned. Don't forget to stop by and have a look around the Store on my site http://www.polmcshane.com/ Thanks!

Friday, July 13, 2012

Another satisfied customer

You'd think I would be getting used to the strong effects Luthor has on readers. But then I go to my computer, open up FaceBook and there's a post by someone that says this: "Little bit sad and unsure of what to do next. Just finished Luthor by an amazing author, Pol McShane. I smiled, I teared up, I flat out cried . . . All I can say is READ IT!" On some level, I do feel badly about making so many people feel sad and uncomfortable, but on that same level, it's exactly what I want them to feel. I don't know where this ride will take me, but I'm enjoying the journey.

Sunday, July 8, 2012

Figuring it out as I go along

It's early Sunday morning.  The better half of my life just left for work, and I have poured myself a cup of coffee, and patiently await for its magical properties to take effect.

Yesterday was a bit difficult, as I was almost in a car accident due to another person's recklessness.  That proverbial last straw was almost reached, and I swore I would take out my retirement and throw the towel in so we could leave Austin and move to Colorado. 
But as my blood pressure returned to normal and my shaking subsided, pure common sense slowly found its way back into my subconsciousness.  With a mere two years to go, if I gave up my retirement, I would kick myself each morning I got up for work in the future for being so careless.

So, as the dawn of a new day breaks, I know there will be challenges that come with it.  And those challenges will have to be dealt with each in their own manner.  I will simply have to figure it out as I go along.

The writing has been going as well as expected, as I work on a computer that feels strange to me, awaiting the return of my own (it turned out to be the motherboard that quit). 
Book sales have been okay lately.  Of course they could always be better.  But my brain is constantly working on ways to market and get the word out there.  You know what they say about Rome, right?

As I write this entry, I am looking at the picture I posted.  The sun breaking over the horizon, shining over the clouds.  It's an inspirational picture.  An endless sky.  Endless possibilities for the future.  A crisp new day.  A crisp new future. 

That's what keeps me going: thinking of the future and all it holds.  Until that future gets here, and I'm forced to deal with the present, I'll simply have to do the best I can, and figure it out as I go along.

Thursday, July 5, 2012

Another summer is quickly passing

It's July 5th. Yesterday marked the true symbol of summer: the 4th of July. Our's went on without much fan fair. Steve worked and I wrote most of the day. The evening was spent soothing Buster as he paced and panted each time a firework exploded somewhere in the night sky. In my mind, the 4th of July seems to be the halfway point between summer and fall. Although I'm quite aware that it is not the case. Perhaps it seems so to me because we've been dealing with summer temperatures since early May. A trick of Mother Nather. But seeing things this way has its benefits. I am able to look forward to the time when temperatures will begin to drop, and the leaves will begin to change into their autumn outfits before their final days, when they will wither and descend to the ground. Time seems to be passing quickly. That's fine for me. Another day closer to the future. A future that holds my dreams in its grasp. A future where anything is possible.

Saturday, June 30, 2012

A writer without a computer

Well, today marks the day when something happened that has never happened to me before: my computer went on the blitz. I don't know what happened. This morning I was writing, everything was fine. Then I was working on the website, everything was fine. I stopped for about ten minutes and the screen went blank. I thought it was just stuck, so I shut it down. We went to the gym and ran a few errands and came home. I turned the computer back on, and it tried to go through the motions, but no image. Nothing I did worked. It is now being sent off to be worked on. The really bad news: I will be without my precious computer for three weeks! I don't what I'm gong to do. I was just beginning to get back into the swing of writing like crazy because of my new projects. Now I'm lost for three weeks! Thank God I have my iPad so I can keep up with my blogs and check emails. I guess I just have to keep in mind that this, too, shall pass. It's gonna be a long three weeks. This is one of the major downs of the "up and downs of an up and coming writer."

Monday, June 25, 2012

Evils of humanity

I'm writing this at work, while at lunch on Monday afternoon. I'm a bit sleepy and slightly depressed. This weekened there were some fires that were started in Colorado Springs and Woodland Park. Yes, that Woodland Park. The place where Steve and I were only two weeks ago. The place where our friends currently live. The place we will be calling home in a few years. It would appear that the fires have been intentionally set, due to the fact that several of them sparked up in different locations. My heart felt as if was breaking while we watched the stories unfold. While we heard of our friends and others who were forced to evacuate. My heart broke because I already feel that WP is our home, and to have some asshole (or assholes) simply set fire to one of the prettiest places around was so difficult. I try my hardest not to feel that humanity is at its lowest point. That God is not looking down and is ashamed by what we've become. But at moments like this, there is no other way to look at the human race. Look at it and be filled with shame. Of course, I know it is only a fraction that is horrible. But the actions of that small number are at times so horrendous and hurtful, it's almost impossible to view the entire race as nothing more than heartless beasts that don't deserve this planet. That don't deserve the beauty and goodness that God has bestowed us. Perhaps there is hope for us. But right now, I'm afraid for the future. I'm afraid of what we're becoming.

Saturday, June 23, 2012

Getting back into a groove

With the Colorado trip behind us, it's time for me to get back into the groove of things.  And I'm doing just that. 
Life had gotten a bit jumbled with all that the publication and release and marketing of Luthor entailed.  But while the book marketing and sales continue, things have quieted into a more managable rythym.

I've completed The Rise of the Son (the sequel to Blue Moon) and now it is in the hands of Steve, and after that another trusted friend, who will give the final comments of what works, what doesn't, and what may need to be added. 
Until then-I write.

I am already working on my next book, Inanimate Objects.  I won't go into too much detail about the content right now, there will be plenty of time later.  But it, like The Rise of the Son, will also be released as an eBook. 

With the popularity and success of eBook publishing growing with each passing week, it has given me new vigor where my writing carreer is concerned.  Whereas before I wrote with the hopes that my work would someday be picked up by a publisher, only to become frustrated with the process of query letters and the inevitable rejections, I now write with the knowledge that I will publish my own work and take hold of my future.

The Rise of the Son, Inanimate Objects, and several other books have, for the most part, been completed and merely sat waiting (as Luthor had).  Now, it's time for the world to see what I've been working on for the past twenty-some-odd years. 

I am re-working all the books, giving them a polish with knowledge and new skills I've learned since their creation.  And in doing so, I am getting back into a pattern of writing like I used to.  With a slightly new pep in my step. 

The future is completely open, and I intend to make the most of it. 

So, get you Kindles and Nooks (they're all free to download, if you don't have the specific device) and get ready for some really fun and twisted reading!

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Monday, June 18, 2012

Really?

Let me start by saying that I'm trying, I'm really, really trying not to be miserable here.  But Fate is making it impossible!

On Friday evening, my drive home from work was horrific.  I work roughly 12 miles from home, and with Austin traffic, it usually takes me about 20-25 minutes to get home.  On Friday, it took an hour.  And to make matters worse, there was no reason at all for it! There was no wreck, no stalled car, no person on the side of the road changing a tire (something that slows traffic down tremendously in Austin, since it's such an amazing sight, people have to slow down to see exactly how a tire is changed) nothing!
Then, today, Monday-THE VERY NEXT WORK DAY, it took me 45 minutes.  Really?  I sat idling, motionless for about 20 of those minutes.  At least today there was a wreck and gave some purpose to the delay. 

I am trying to convince myself that we've got 2 years remaining here and I have to accept it and be calm, but at this rate, I'm gonna be in the nervous hospital before one of those years is up. 
Add to that the stress of simply driving when you're not stuck in traffic. The people here are crap drivers! Steve was just almost hit on the way home today because some A-hole passed him on the wrong side and then had to cut in front of him because the guy was gonna have a head-on with someone coming the other way.  Then the A-hole did the same thing to the next person, but that one didn't work out so well for him because he ran out of road and had to pull into a parking lot.

Our good friends were just in a wreck on Saturday because some dumb B hit them (and no driver's licence or insurance, thank you very much!). 

On my way to work this morning (5:50) I got stuck in the slightest traffic jam because cops were showing up at the scene of a two car rollover.  It had just happened so I was able to get through that jam without much trouble.  But, really? You're going so fast during the morning commute that you roll your car?

Okay, I'm done bitching.  I'm gonna have some wine now.  It's the way I've been calming myself lately.
Great, now I'm gonna become a drunk and be put in the nervous hospital!

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Getting back to it-

We got back from Colorado about four days ago. I'm not ashamed to say that leaving the mountain almost brought tears to my eyes. I truly felt at home there, and there is no doubt in my mind that it's where we are meant to be. Getting back into the swing of things has been a bit rough the past few days. My body sits at work, my hands do the task they've done for the past 23 years without much thought to assist them, which is good, since my mind is still up on the mountain. My horoscope this morning was eerily spot on. It said that, although I am looking far into the future at where I truly want to be, I need to accept where I am now. That things will happen when they're supposed to happen (you've heard me say that plenty of times). All those things are so true, and I know there will be the day we climb that pass back up to Woodland Park for good, and that day will be here before we know it. But, for those of you who have read my blog for any length of time, I don't do well with waiting. I freakin hate it! But the time we have to wait is important. There are things we need to do before we move. Bills need to be paid off. I need to retire from the City. And I need to sell more books in order to help those previous items get accomplished quicker. (Insert subliminal message here *buy my books!*) So I will go through the daily routine of getting up for work and spending the day trying not to harp too much on the fact that I don't want to be there. I will hit the gym as often as possible, and write mostly every night. The days will pass one by one. They will add up to weeks, then months, and then years, until that fateful moment arrives when that new chapter in our lives begins.

Sunday, June 10, 2012

A life changing experience-


It doesn't seem possible, but our trip to Colorado that we were looking so forward to has come and gone.  But in its wake are some memories that will forever be embedded in our hearts. 

The trip was everything we'd hoped it would be and more.  I had never been to the mountains of Colorado before, and the majesty of it all was more than I had been prepared for.  From the amazing pass between Colorado Springs, up the mounain, to Woodland Park, to the gorgeous town itself.  Everywhere you looked there was something to see.  Deer walking around the neighborhoods, aspens trees scattered everywhere, their leaves singing in the breeze.  And each turn you made brought your eyes to the wonder of Pike's Peak, that watches over everyone like a protective parent. 

If there was any doubt that Woodland Park was the place we would end up in our future, they have been wholly eradicated.  I have never before felt more connected to a place, or at peace, as when I was standing in the forests of the mountain. 


While we were there, we celebrated our 20th anniversary of being together and our 4th anniversary of marriage.  On that day we did something that will forever change our lives: We had a very intimate interaction with wolves.

Since writing Johnny & Joey adventures and creating the character of the grey wolf Ilza, who watches over Lazoo, the grizzly, I've had a certain connection with wolves.  Perhaps I always have, even back as far as when I wrote Blue Moon and the wolf connections there.  They are amazing animals. 
So, when Steve and I went into Divide, Co, about 10 miles west of Woodland Park, we couldn't pass up the opportunity to make out with wolves at the Colorado Wolf and Wildlife Center. 

We say "make out" because that's pretty much what we did. 
Before going into the enclosure with two grey wolves, we were given instructions (quite a bit of instructions, that went along with removing chapstick from our pockets and anything else the wolves might take an "interest" in).  We were told that wolves will lick each other's teeth to show that they have accepted you.  If we didn't want our teeth licked, we would simply keep our mouths closed and back our head away (don't push them away because that would be seen as an insult and things might get ugly).  But Steve and I had no aversion to the teeth licking, we looked forward to being accepted by the wolves.

So, while we interacted with Micha and Keara, we did indeed get our teeth licked, along with the rest of our faces. 
It was a surreal experience to have such powerful animals literally licking our faces, knowing that at any moment, they could rip them off they had a mind to.
 
I keep referring to the moment to sky-diving.  I'm sure the thrill of that is the actual jumping out of a plane and the sensation of falling to the earth, knowing that there is always that slight chance something may go wrong. 
The intimate interactions with those amazing animals was our way of jumping out of a plane thousands of feet above the Earth.
It is something we will never forget, and something that changed us in a deep metaphysical way.  It was the perfect way to end our trip to Colorado. 

So, now we're back in Austin.  I feel weird saying "Back home" because I feel my home is in Woodland Park.  They say home is where the heart is, and yes that's true, but I left part of my heart on that mountain as a reminder that we will be back-and we'll back to stay.