Fresh Start – Homebound

It’s been a week.

Last Monday, I signed paperwork to buy a new home. We slept on an air mattress that night because the movers couldn’t make it back until Tuesday morning.

And that was perfectly okay.

Because it was done. Finished. The home was ours. The trials and tribulations that led up to last Monday are for another day. There were plenty of them. I don’t remember being even half as stressed when we bought the last place, but we survived so I’m letting it go. For now. Until I feel like ranting against the strange behaviors of humans again.

Not tonight though.

Tonight is for the beauty of finding a place that calls out for you.

I haven’t written in months. No, years now. It’s been at least as long as the new job title I acquired two years ago, perhaps longer. Definitely longer.

This home inspires me.

As I sat on the deck this afternoon, reclining in a chair to watch the clouds drift by, I realized I was narrating in my head. Something that doesn’t happen often anymore. It’s been a great fix when I can’t sleep – I narrate a scene for Crank late at night as I try not to stare at the ceiling – but tonight I was doing it simply because.

Because there was something I wanted to say. A story to weave. A sense of peace with words and environment I haven’t felt in a while. Because I am a writer.

The clouds drift lazily by overhead as you stretch, languidly, like a feline. You notice the different layers of white in the sky and think back to the day when you could’ve named them. Some clouds fluffy and thick, others thin and sparse. As you watch, two crows do aerial acrobatics, fighting over… something. You don’t care what.

You think back over the last week. You’ve seen orioles, cardinals, hummingbirds, and one curious groundhog who stood on his hind feet to sniff the air when he spotted you watching from behind the glass of the walkout basement door. You watched each other for several minutes before he ambled into the bushes, unconcerned about his new neighbor.

This is a place that could bring back the stories. This is a place that could sustain peace.

The last place served you well. Very well. But you couldn’t relax like this. Not outside. On that deck, you barely rocked your head to one side to see two yards down. That house, the neighbor “warmed up” his oversized pickup truck for several minutes before tearing out of the neighborhood like he drove a street racer. That house had turkeys, though this one still might. They say a moose was spotted here once. You don’t want to tangle with that, and you’re fairly certain the cats will chose the same cautionary path should they spy the leggy but onerous creature.

It was a week ago that you signed the papers, and every day you’re grateful that you were stubborn, refusing what should’ve been nice homes, insisting on continuing the search. It was a week ago, that you laughed with the sellers, despite the stress leading up to that day. It was a week ago, that you wondered about the gruff nature of the man purchasing the home that sheltered you for the last decade, but relaxed when you learned he wasn’t the one that would live there. That energy wouldn’t invade the home that treated you well for years.

Today, swallows race each other across the span of the lawn to disappear behind the roof of the house, and dragonflies bigger than you’ve seen dart by on the way to do whatever dragonflies do. Today, you relax, listening to the night critters as twilight falls and the clouds thicken, and you smile.

Writing started as a catharsis to pain, but it doesn’t have to be that way. Writing can be inspired by much more if only the writer opens her eyes to see the inspiration.

Could this be a fresh start? I know Crank and Mike have been busy in my thoughts, but I can’t promise anything just yet. This laptop tells me the battery is crap, and my job still requires a lot of mental energy, but I haven’t surrendered. Not yet. Not anytime soon. I am a writer. I only need to put words down on the page.

Ghostly Discount

My Ghost is now on sale through November 1st.

Head on over to for 60% off My Ghost through November 1st. If my calculations are correct that means the story is only a dollar for the entire month of October. And what better month to read a ghost story??

Here’s all the info you need…

PiaVeleno_MyGhost_200x300A ghost of my past haunts me already, so running into another in the same graveyard where it all began is almost more than I can stand.

 So why the hell did I bring him home?


Click here for download: My Ghost on sale at ARe

 Also available at Smashwords, Amazon, and B&N, though I make no promise to explore how to make sales work at other sites.

Happy October and Blessed Samhain, dear Readers!


Not Crossfit. Not Paleo. Just Healthy.

Those of you that still follow me on Twitter have already been subjected to (or ignored) my Crossfit tweets. Before you click away, this isn’t a Crossfit post. It’s about a fitness challenge issued by the Crossfit affiliate gym where I spend so much time and sweat.

Starting Monday, we’re eating clean. Somewhat Paleo, but Paleo has become such a fad that there are way too many cheats labeled as Paleo. A gluten-free cupcake is still a cupcake! No, we’re going for a grain-free, sugar-free, cleaning eating challenge. Along with that nutritional throwdown, we’ve also been issued a challenge to drop body fat and gain muscle. How? Simple. Eat clean and exercise frequently.

Who’s with me?

It’s so quiet in here I don’t even hear the crickets. Well, crickets don’t need to lose body fat, but a lot of us who sit in front of the computer all day absolutely do! Join me, dear Readers, in these three things–

  • Don’t eat grains, sugars, or anything you can’t pronounce.
  • Exercise five to six times a week. With variety — Lift heavy weights, run, play a sport, practice yoga.
  • Sleep. Yes, sleep. Lack of sleep can reduce reflexes as much as drinking, and work sucks when you’re tired.

Last time I did something like this I felt amazing. Sure, it was hard to give up the flavored coffee creamers, and the margaritas, and the caramel chocolates, but it was worth it. I had more energy. My clothes fit better. I don’t know why I left it behind. It was a slow decay to be sure, but it happened. Tomorrow I throw away whatever junk I don’t eat tonight, and I start fresh. Oatmeal, Sun Butter, chicken, fruit, veggies, eggs. The list is endless if only you look beyond the candy aisle.

If you’d like to join me, take a “before” picture. This is only for you, so don’t worry about anyone seeing it. Pick the activity you’d like to improve — start running? Gain flexibility? Get stronger? And now benchmark it. Measure your time, speed, weight, whatever your goal is, and jot it down as part of your “before”. We’re going for faster, more flexible, stronger, better balance, more endurance. You name it, you can change it.

Happy Sunday, dear Readers. See you next week, with some thoughts on this challenge. I hope to see you there.


Yes, I’m still around. Sorta…

About the time I got the nod from Loose Id to republish Fallen I was offered a job I’d been eyeing for some time. I certainly won’t complain. I love the role. Unfortunately, it takes more mental energy and more outright work than the other jobs I’ve had over the past two decades, and so writing has fallen to the wayside.

It’s not permanent. Or so I’ve been telling myself. I still have ideas for new stories. I still play upcoming scenes between Crank and Mike in my head while driving to the office. What I haven’t done is figure out when to sit and type.

Sure, I’m doing so now, but even as I do I can feel the muscles in my left forearm twitch. One muscle in particular. Of course, it’s the one that gets aggravated when the palm is turned down. You know, as in typing position, for example.

I won’t give it up however. The job, or the activity that caused the muscle strain. Writing, too. I’m not giving that up. I will figure out how to fit it in once again. This is not a promise to you, dear Readers, but to myself.

While I’m trying to figure this out – or perhaps to help me figure this out – I’ve set a goal to post to the blog each Sunday. With football season in full swing, I figure I can at least find the time during half-time to post something. There probably won’t be much for writing updates, and CRANK take a little longer than a half-time show, but something. Perhaps some healthy living updates, or flash fiction, or mini-dissertations on the conflict of feelings between my love for the Patriots and my loathing for Roger Goodell. I’ll write something.

With that goal, I hope to have the need to write re-blossom. Even now, I’m wondering if I have it in me to write one more – I’m very much overdue to post to Slash & Burn, and to CRANK, and to the story that I’m co-writing with the lovely and talented Dorothy Shaw. I want to. I do. But can I do it?


PiaVeleno_ForEdenTheShadowfireRing_200x300Formerly titled Bound By Love from the now defunct Silver Publishing is available again under a new name: For Eden: The Shadowfire Ring.

Find it at ARe HERE

Or at Smashwords HERE

I hope to add more formats to ARe, and get the file uploaded to Amazon soon. For now, because of recent eye surgery, I must take a break and wait to fuss with the formatting processes when I can see clearly.


Slash & Burn: Excerpt Posted

For those of you who missed Bound by Love before Silver went under, it will be rereleased as For Eden: The Shadowfire Ring this Tuesday (February 3rd). To read an excerpt ahead of release, visit Slash & Burn by clicking HERE.

Come back to this blog for buy links on Tuesday, or search for the title at Smashwords, ARe, B&N, or Amazon.

Now on to the highlight of the weekend — Go Patriots!

Slash & Burn post today

Visiting Slash & Burn today, with a very brief teaser for my February release, For Eden: The Shadowfire Ring.

AKA, the rerelease of  Bound by Love, with sexy new cover art, coming soon.

Read here:


Not Disappearing

Last I wrote, a month ago, it was just a quick note to direct you to a short interview. Before that, ten days previous, a simple announcement about Fallen being rereleased. I’ve not been much better about new chapters for CRANK. I’m due for one today. Technically. I know what needs to come next, but I haven’t sat down to write at all since the last chapter.

I’d say I blame the new job, but that wouldn’t be fair. I like my job. It was the right move. It is also mentally exhausting. I work much harder each day now, than I did a year ago. Though it may sound like one, that is not a complaint. I do wish I had more time to write. However, I also love my job right now.

Am I quitting the fictional world? Absolutely not! I cannot, however, promise anything specific at this point in my life. Sometime down the road, I do expect work to settle enough to write more regularly, but until that happens, I cannot keep stressing about what I’m not doing.

For now, dear Readers, subscribe to the RSS feed on this blog, and I’ll post when I can. I’ll write when I have time, as long as I’m not forcing it, dreading it, or doing it half-assed because I’m just too tired, distracted, or uninterested to proceed properly. I do still intend to finish the Man Whore series, and the het erotic romance I’ve been working on with dear friend, Dorothy Shaw. I have a couple of stand-along M/M stories started that haven’t been looked at in months. I still think about them. I’m not giving up, but instead, acknowledging that I simply don’t have the time. Not quality time. And that’s what I need.

Don’t give up on me yet. I certainly have not.


Friday Five Interview

I’m over at Amanda Young’s blog today, answering her Friday Five questions. Please drop by and say hello; and, if you haven’t already explored Amanda’s fiction, stick around there for a while and see what she writes too.

Fallen – Officially Rereleased!


I haven’t said much about the pains of Silver Publishing’s demise. I still probably won’t. No one’s asked, and I’ve moved on.

I’ve moved on thanks to the wonderful people at Loose Id.

Fallen officially hits the Loose Id electronic shelves today. It was my first baby, and I’m thrilled to have it’s new home with LI. My super-awesome editor, Rory, helped me clean it up and answer some of the questions I’d seen in reviews of the first edition.

Check it out over at Loose Id by clicking HERE.

This tender, innocent story of an angel falling… in love, from grace, however you’d like to call it — still moves me, even after running it through edits with two different publishers.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I have.