Okay, so again... apologies to anyone who changed my link on their website/blog to the new WordPress address, and has now had to change it back. I admit that I messed up (stupidly) when trying to download my WP files and upload them to my sparkly new domain name. But then I got really pissed off slightly frustrated and deleted the WP blog before I was certain things were saved properly. *ahem* I had a weird day yesterday. It started out pretty good (and I wrote lots), but there were Other Things that knocked my equilibrium and I took it out on my in-progress-website. Technology is such an easy target. ;)

Actually, it turns out that it's not all my fault, as my domain name (www.karenmahoney.net) has just... *poof!* disappeared (completely randomly) from the control panel of my web hosting company. They are looking into it right now. So, I'll be starting from scratch with a website when I have the time/patience/inclination. This time I think I'll stick with HTML. I've gone off WordPress. Or maybe I'll just pay a professional one day, when I am published.

And now, as it's Tuesday - and St. Patrick's Day (have a good one!) - I will celebrate by giving you a teaser. Just a tiny snippet from yesterday's writing. Nothing fancy...


[from Soul Trader]

It was a much more sudden exit from the Lower World than I would ever have chosen, and the re-entry into my body felt like a fist slamming into my gut, knocking all the air out of me. I was left choking and gagging on the floor of the interview room.

I dropped the sweatshirt and pulled myself onto my knees, sucking in huge gulps of air that seemed to stop short of my chest, still trying to shake that dark presence out of my body and mind. I actually felt slimy, as though something particularly greasy had rubbed itself all over my flesh and left its stinking mark on me. I needed a scalding hot bath and a ton of sea salt, and even then I wasn’t sure I would feel clean.

I slowly became aware of Harper leaning over me, fear and uncertainty in his eyes. He reached out as though to pull me to my feet, and I held out a trembling hand to stop him.

“Don’t touch me.” I put both hands to my face and knelt there, trying desperately to catch my breath. My mind was racing in time to the pounding of my heart. My head was beginning to throb and I knew I would have a stellar migraine if I didn’t get some painkillers down me, fast.