Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Websites and Such

So, admittedly, I'm not the most tech-savvy girl around. In fact, I imagine there are 12 year-olds out there with better technological knowledge and abilities than I. With that being said, I'm finally coming out of my writer's shell and creating my own website.

I know... I know. Most authors or want-to-be writer's make that a top priority. Mine, evidently, are skewed. But since I finally have a few e-books for sale on Amazon, I figured it was best to market myself- something I find extremely difficult. I mean, I became a writer for a reason. Socially awkward, anyone?

So, to get to the point: My website should be up and running in a day or two... or four. Bear with me, I'll let y'all know just as soon as it's up.

Back to the blog,

PK Dawning

P.S. you can purchase Dead and Buried here: http://www.amazon.com/Dead-Buried-Secrets-Jackson-ebook/dp/B00EISXL74/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1378505067&sr=8-1&keywords=dead+and+buried+p.k.+dawning

Friday, August 23, 2013


Just following directions.

Order a schadenfreude movie on DVD now!

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

90 Day Challenge

It’s so easy to fall behind- not only as a writer and blogger, but in general. One day fades into the next and before you know it it’s October 2!!! Sigh… life can become overwhelming. And, in the end, I suppose you just have to take it one moment at a time.

                Several months ago (yes, as ashamed as I am to admit it) I purchased a copy of 90 Days to Your Novel by Sarah Domet. As the title would suggest, the book outlines exactly how to complete a first draft version of your novel in just 90 days. Sounds pretty incredible, especially since I’ve been agonizing over Voodoo Dolls for 18 months now. Of course, you have to be dedicated and willing to put in the required work. In fact, Sarah even includes a “Contract” for the writer to make with himself promising to work diligently every day for 90 days no matter what. I haven’t signed my own contract yet, but I will tomorrow. Which means, I will have a complete first draft of Voodoo Dolls by December 31. How completely cool would it be to start 2013 with a completed manuscript? I’m totally up for this challenge!

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Here We Go Again... Again

You’ve probably seen the commercial where the narrator goes through a list of things that seem fun and happy, but clearly the actor depicted in each scene is anything but. The narrator follows up by saying, “depression hurts.” Well, it’s true. Depression does hurt and it makes even moments that should be pleasurable… painful. I know because last November I was diagnosed with Major Depression.  

For those of you who know me, truly know me, this probably doesn’t come as a surprise. I’ve often been described as having an unnatural inclination to melancholy. Now, maybe at this point you’re wondering what the heck this has to do with writing, or- in my case- not writing. Maybe not, but let’s just assume. Obviously I’m no Edgar Allen Poe. My depression doesn’t serve to fuel any horribly dark, yet magnificent writing. Quite the opposite, in fact. For the better part of a year I’ve not written anything of substantial value. I mean, sure I’ve made some journal entries, and to be fair I’ve even working on Voodoo Dolls. But… in the end… it’s just not been a very productive time; however, I aim to change that fact… starting with this blog!

Yep, I’m jumping back on the bandwagon. I intend to post twice a week: Mondays and Thursdays, with Mondays being a general update on my writing progress and Thursdays reserved for the fun stuff: contests, video blogs… stuff like that. Anyway, I hope you stop back tomorrow to check out my video post. So, until then… let’s all be sure to take our Prozac.


PK Dawning

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Dead and Buried Part 5

                Paley wasn’t sure where the scream had come from, but she was certain it wasn’t Brighton. She looked at Brody, searching his shadowy face for any hint that this was part of his prank. As usual, his face was unreadable.
                “Guys, I think we should find Brighton and get out of here… fast,” Hannah said, sounding on the verge of tears. She wrapped her thin arms around her chest, a useless attempt to ward off a chill.
                Paley felt it too, in the marrow of her bones, and it wasn’t the cold October wind that brought the goose bumps prickling along her skin. Something was wrong here. “Yeah,” she said, keeping her eyes on Brody, “I think Hannah’s right.”
                Brody shrugged, casual, unconcerned. “Alright,” he said and started down the corridor. Paley walked alongside Hannah, who kept her head down, eyes on her shoes. She looked scared and possibly a little sick. Paley couldn’t figure her in on the prank. She was probably another unfortunate victim of Brody and Brighton’s sick joke. Then again…?
                “Look, up there.” Brody swung his flashlight in the direction of what appeared to be a narrow window about ten feet down the corridor. “That must have been where the fresh air was coming from.”
                And possibly where Brighton went, Paley thought.
   Hannah must have thought the same thing. “Do you think he could have crawled out of that opening?”
                “There’s nowhere else he could have gone.”
                “Except further down the corridor,” Paley said, staring down the darkened length of the passage.
                “We would have heard him if he took off that way. His footsteps would have echoed off the stone.”
                “What about that door?” Hannah asked. For the first time, Paley noticed a heavy wooden door recessed into the stone wall.
                Brody walked over to the door and shook it. It didn’t budge. “I think it’s barred from the other side. There’s no way he got out this way.”
                “Good point,” Paley agreed. “So,” she said, turning to Brody, “Out the window?”
                He shrugged with a sigh. “Looks like.”
                “If I ruin these shoes, Vance Brody, I’ll never forgive you for this,” Hannah said, with a disapproving frown.
                “Yes you will. You always do.” He ushered her toward the window. “Come on. Let’s find Brighton so we can get the hell out of here.”
                “What about Quinn?”
                Brody gave Paley a long, flat look, his electric blue eyes revealing nothing. “Haven’t heard from him,” he said, face impassive. “I assume he’s not coming.”
                The alarm that had been swelling in Paley’s chest eased. Now she was more than certain this was a setup. An elaborate, well plotted setup, but a setup nonetheless. Fine. She’d play along, make them think she was clueless. But she would not give them the satisfaction of being hoodwinked… again.
                “Oh,” she said, trying to sound oblivious and sucking at it, “I guess we’d better find Brighton then so we can leave.” She brushed past Brody and, without another word, hoisted herself through the window-like opening to land in a high patch of weeds on the other side.
 Brody gave Hannah a boost and Paley took her hands to help pull her over. She landed gently beside her. She gave Paley a thin smile. “Should’a worn flats. Looks like we’re in for a long night.”
                “Maybe,” Paley said with a mirthless smile of her own. She took Hannah by the arm gingerly and pulled her out of the way just as Brody emerged from the window and dropped to the ground beside them.
                Hannah didn’t wait for Brody to get on his feet before asking, “Now which way?” She looked exhausted and more than a little pissed off. Again, Paley wondered if she was in on Brody’s prank or if, like her, she was going to be made the butt of his joke. Either way, she was still Brody’s girlfriend and Paley couldn’t confide in her.
                “That way,” Brody said, pointing down the hill. The ground sloped away from the building and a wispy fog had set in, clinging to the ground. They inched along carefully, fighting their way through thick briars and tall weeds. It wasn’t long before they found a rough, dirt path and followed it deeper into the darkness. Even without the light of a moon, Paley could see the tall spires of the high school and knew they were circling around to the other side of the campus. Good. They weren’t as far away from the parking lot as she thought. Maybe they could find Brighton quickly and leave.
As they moved further along the path, the ground fog thickened. “We’re moving closer to the river,” Brody said, trying to explain away the eerie vapor. Hannah didn’t look convinced and Paley wasn’t buying it either. She looked up at the blue-black sky, fear sinking in the pit of her stomach like a cold stone. What if something really had happened to Brighton?
                Hannah, using her cell phone for light, shone it along the path. Something dark and glossy caught the light and shone from the corner of a broken headstone. “Is that… blood?” she asked. Her face paled to a sickly gray as she stared at the red stain smeared across the crooked headstone.
                “It looks like a hand print.”
                Hannah looked sick. “Oh, God. Brighton! Something terrible has happened to him.”
                “Calm down. Brighton gets nose bleeds,” Brody said matter-of-factly, though he didn’t sound convinced. “Paley’s right, Han. He’s probably hiding somewhere, waiting to scare us.”
                Paley resisted the urge to roll her eyes, though she doubted he could see the gesture in the darkness. This was a total set up. Obviously fake blood, Paley thought. God, these guys had it all figured out. And, of course, Brody was leading them right into the cemetery- a part of the church that had been long forgotten.
                “This way,” Brody said, keeping his flashlight beam close to the ground. “There’s a blood trial.”
                “That must have been one hell of a nose bleed,” Paley said dryly. There was too much blood for it to come from a nose bleed, she thought, as she followed Brody deeper into the cemetery. That was, of course, if it was even real blood. Paley doubted very seriously that it was.
                “There’s too much blood,” Brody whispered, and for the first time since Paley had met him he sounded scared.
                How very convincing, she thought sarcastically. Man, he was good, but she wasn’t about to buy it.
                “Did y’all here that?” Hannah asked. “There it is again. Listen.”
                Paley couldn’t hear anything besides the naked tree branches rattling in the wind and the pounding of her own heart. “I don’t hear it, Hannah.”
                “I do,” she said firmly. “This way!” She took off in a dead sprint and Brody tried to follow.
“Hannah, slow down. You can’t see where you’re going,” he called, but she didn’t listen, pushing deeper into the overgrown cemetery.
“Please, wait!” Paley called.
               Hannah turned to look back at them over her shoulder. “I’m telling you, I think I heard something. For all we know it could be Brighton.” She turned around a second too late. Her foot caught one something and she lurched forward. She lost her balance and fell, disappearing into the cold, gray fog.
                “Oh no!” Paley said, her heart sinking. “Hannah, where are you?” Paley picked her way through the cemetery carefully, not wanting to suffer the same fate as Hannah.
                “Down here,” she groaned. Paley and Brody rushed toward the sound of Hannah’s voice and found her at the bottom of a deep hole. No, not a hole, a grave. Hannah was in a grave!
                “Are you alright?” Brody asked, his voice belying the horrified expression on his face.
                Hannah tried to push herself up. “Yeah, I think so,” she said as she dusted the dirt from her clothes. She felt around for her phone, found it, and flipped the light back on. “Oh, God!” Hannah made a strangled gagging sound then, “Guys, I think I found Brighton.”

Thursday, October 6, 2011

A Hunting We Will Go

As usual, my characters are being elusive. I’ve been hard at work on the fifth installment of Dead and Buried for the last four hours. However, my characters have decided to take me down a dark and unforeseen path. And, of course, I followed without question. So… the Dead Buried post is coming a little later than I’d hoped.

 But, don’t freak! As Paley and the gang take me on a wild goose chase through Jackson Hill, I want to send you on a goose chase of your own. Sort of… kind of… Okay, not really, but it’s a scavenger hunt anyway. October’s contest will consist of 31 clever (at least I hope they’re clever) clues that are buried throughout my blog. Search the archives, watch the videos, and think outside the box to find the hidden items on the list.

 To enter: Please mark each hidden object answer with the name of the blog post in which it is found, along with the paragraph number, or if the answer is located in a video clip, indicate the timeframe the object is displayed. All entries must be emailed to me at pkdawning@live.com to be considered.

 Now… for the prizes! The first place winner (fastest time) will receive their choice of either a $50 Amazon gift card or a CafĂ© Du Monde gift basket of equal value (shipping cost not factored into overall prize cost). Second and third place winners will receive a scene sketching from my story Voodoo Dolls done by… me!

 Please remember only entries that have followed ALL the rules will be accepted. Good luck and happy hunting!

                Due to shipping rates, only US residents may enter. Sorry.


1.       A pack of Pall Malls
       2.       A Quarter
       3.       An eight ball
       4.       A muscle car
       5.       A flooded passage
       6.       Hobby Lobby west of the Mississippi
       7.       A buyer’s warning
       8.       A raw deal
      9.       A quicksand nightmare
     10.   An undeserved pseudonym
     11.   A good-looking habit
     12.   A white ass
     13.   A Kurt Vonnegut quote  
     14.   A farewell to the Phantom
     15.   Soulful lilies
     16.   A string of green beads
     17.   Sights and sounds of the Crescent City
     18.   A practice misunderstood
     19.   Silver 3
     20.   An unoccupied soap box
     21.   A green and gold ribbon
     22.   A plastic knife
     23.   A harried mom
     24.   A neck bone connected to the head bone
     25.   A pink azalea
     26.   A mess of boiled crawfish
     27.   Three beignets
     28.   Old Glory
     29.   A disoriented owl
     30.   Most haunted place in New Orleans
     31.   Door number two

P.S. you can ask for clues in the comment section, but I won’t be giving answers!!!

PK Dawning

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

A Step Back

Some of you know. Many of you don’t. I’ve decided to take a mini break from Voodoo Dolls to do a little more research before finishing the story. In September, I hit the halfway point, and that’s when I realized the story wasn’t going exactly the way I’d hoped. It’s not a major dilemma, nothing to scrap the book over. But I decided it’s best to take a step back to recollect myself as a writer and reevaluate my story.

That’s one of the reasons why I haven’t posted a blog in over a week. I just needed a little breather. Now that I’ve had that, I’ll be back to posting on my regular schedule: Monday and Thursday 6 P.M. PST. I’m still breaking from the book until I return from my trip home to Alabama. I’m going to spend the next few weeks just reading, something I haven’t made time to do in a very long while. Plus, to be honest, I don’t want to be distracted by the story while I’m visiting with family.

In other Blog news, info on my October blog contest will be coming Thursday in addition to an extended chapter in Dead and Buried. (Wanna make up for flaking on y’all last week!) This month’s contest is going to be a little different, so be sure to check in Thursday for more on how to enter and to learn about the prizes.

Until then,

PK Dawning