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As many of you may know already, I went on an adventure this past August. I spent a week in Scotland. While I did do some normal touristy things, a good portion of the trip was going where I needed to go.

For my entire life, I’ve always yearned to go home to Scotland. Where this came from, I didn’t know. The music, the history, the very land called to me as sure as the south calls to birds during the fall. I went in hopes of finding the one spot that my soul yearned to go back to.

I found three.

One of them was outside of the town of Rosemarkie, on Black Isle. This is just slightly north of Inverness, across the Moray Firth. It’s not a big touristy spot, but well worth going to.

The name and the photos appealed to both me and my traveling companion, Tara. After doing a dolphin tour (yes! baby dolphins!), lunch, and a few other unexpected stops, we made it to the head of the trail.

It wasn’t even five minutes into the hike when I turned to her and said, “I can’t stop smiling!” And I couldn’t. I’d found the second place that called to me, and the first that was unexpected.

The entire hike was exhilarating. Not in the sense that it was a hard hike but the energy that surrounded me, seeped into my pores and invigorated my very soul. The Wiccan part of me was home. My soul danced with joy. My cares, worries, and stresses melted away. And I let myself hear what the woods were telling me.

Then, we came to the end of the trail and found this:

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I sat on a rock and closed my eyes, opening myself up to the sounds around me. The rushing water, changing tone as it moved downstream. The light rustle of leaves being moved by the wind. The smell of damp earth. The feeling of being welcomed, and at peace.

As we headed back out, I heard music. Not just any music, but something that bordered on magical. I turned to Tara and asked, “Do you hear that?” I needed confirmation that I wasn’t the only one who could hear it. That it was in the air was not in doubt. Simply if I was the only one meant to hear it, and heed its’ call.

She nodded. She heard it as well. It would stop for a time, then start up again, as we hiked out. Eventually, we caught up with a pair of hikers. She had been playing traditional Scottish and Irish music on a fife as she and her companion walked. We thanked her for the music, as it was the perfect accompaniment to the afternoon.

We got back to the car park, and I leaned against the driver’s side door. Looking back to the trailhead, I said a silent thank you for all creatures. Both the visible and unseen. For they had welcomed me home as a kindred spirit. I had been found, but I was never truly lost.

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Happy Halloween everyone!

Samhain is still a few days away, but why not have some fun today? LOL

Now, I know a lot of you might have been expecting my normal ‘Last Monday with…’ interview. In accordance to the time of the year, I’m changing things up!

First off, I decided to take a break from one of my FB accounts. I’d created a new one a few months back, in hopes to better connect with my readers. The joke was on me, though, as 90% of the people who wanted to be friends had ulterior motives. Scam artists, unsolicited dick pics, pleas to help sponsor them to the U.S., and a score of men who couldn’t understand that I set my boundaries and not them.

Basically, it was a whole lot of lost time blocking people who had no interest in me as an author. Yeah, I’m not wasting my time any more.  When it got so bad I started to feel gross before I even logged in…it’s time to change things up.

My original FB page is still operational, and will continue to be so! I encourage you – plead or beg might be better words LOL – to go there and like the page. Keep on top of what’s going on beyond this blog!

https://www.facebook.com/KateMarie-Collins-217255151699492/

Last weekend, I was honored to be a guest author at an inaugural comicon! Renton City Comicon was a BLAST! So hoping they do this again. I hosted a panel, met some great people, and sold a few books.

Now that it’s done, and knowing that I’ve got booked weekends for a while, I’m determined to get working on ‘Consort of the  Successor’ like mad. Today was a mess with writing time, due to having to get things put away after the con! But I know where the story is going to go. The big picture is set, the subplots ready to be woven in when it’s time.

In the Wiccan calendar, Samhain is our new year. We celebrate the passing of those who have died, and prepare for the renewal of both the earth and our own soul. Now, more than ever, is a time to clean house. I’m not talking about a physical cleaning. A mental, emotional one. It’s time to finish grieving and start living again. To know that the great Wheel that our lives are tied to is about to turn upward to light and life again.

It gives me a sense of purpose I haven’t had for a few months now. One that reminded me that I still have a lot to give in the way of stories and wisdom. To acknowledge my past, but not let it hold sway over the now.

Oh, and if you’ve read ‘Mark of the Successor’, I have one teaser for you before I go. Iris is far more than a bad girl now!

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Good morning!

Well, the next book is DONE! Written, comments by beta readers read and fixed, and under contract!

“Guarding Charon” is now in the inbox of my editor at Solstice, waiting for her to work her magic and help me get it into shape for all of you to read!!!

To give you a teaser or two, here’s the first draft of the blurb:

In a rut doesn’t even begin to describe Grace’s life at 22. Her ex, now a cop, is getting her fired from every job she finds. Her parents believe all her problems would vanish if she’d simply marry him.

After being fired yet again, a lawyer arrives. A relative  has died and left her entire estate in Maine to Grace. Jumping at the chance to reinvent herself, she agrees to live in the house for 6 months. Eager to shake the dust of Bruce and small town Texas off of her for good, she even changes her name.

Then she learns that her great aunt was a Witch…and the house has some big secrets. Secrets that she has to take care of for six months if she hopes to inherit the entire estate and truly be free of her past.

One should always read the fine print…especially with an inheritance from a relative you didn’t know existed.

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