Prudence MacLeod's Writings

I'm not just a wanna be farmer, I'm also a writer. I write romance, sci-fi, and action/adventure. Sometimes I even blend the three just for fun.

The romance novels are listed on the left of the page. The other books are listed on the right of the page. Please enjoy. You can also check the other pages of this blog for more.

I also play a lot of World of Warcraft; if you're a player you may spot where that hobby creeps into my writing. :)

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Friday, December 30, 2011

The Dreaded To-Do List

The Dreaded To Do List

I had fought the good fight, for lo these past eons, but I have lost. The sheer odds had overwhelmed me and I capitulated. Alas (yes I do actually use that word when I speak. J ) the time had finally arrived when I could carry on the battle no longer.

Thursday, December 29, 2011

New Year Resolution

This Christmas I my darling K presented me with a Kobo e-reader. As I pondered just which books to download I decided to start with a book I’d won, The Temple by Heather Marie Adkins. It was a great read; I quite enjoyed it.

At a recently spoke with another struggling author who had received a similar gift. He beamed as he told me he had installed the complete works of Edgar Allen Poe on his e-reader, with plans for more of the classics as well as some of the day’s top sellers.

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Book Review

Hi folks, we’re almost at a new year, so it is time to start something new. Santa (K) gave me a KOBO for Yule so I started my e-reader career with a book by Heather Adkins. Heather is a relatively new young writer. This lady has a world of potential. Her book is called The Temple.

Monday, December 26, 2011

An Early Start

It sure isn't the best way to start the day, but some days are just like that. Today was that day. Christmas was fun, and there was more to come. Today was to be the big family brunch, so we set the clock for early. Nope didn't need it.

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Merry Christmas

To all my family of on-line friends I wish a merry and fruitful holiday season. Blessed be your journey.

Thursday, December 22, 2011


Weirdness, sometimes it can work in your favor. Take yesterday for example. Every time you move to a new home, the closet ogres hide things from you. These things may never be seen again, no matter what you do or how hard you search. Yesterday it was my cookie cutters. I’ve had them forever, but no longer. We hunted high and low, but all to no avail.
By evening we had abandoned the search; obviously the ogres had struck again. We have a number of odd socks, three left handed gloves, and now no cookie cutters. We’re on the lookout for a one legged, one armed, closet ogre who likes to bake. She will be the one who has our stuff. Ah well.
Since I had no cookie cutters, I didn’t feel like baking. “Are you going to bake cookies anyway? K asked.
“Nope, I don’t feel like it. I guess this will help me stay on my diet,” I sulked.
“Do you mind if I bake brownies?”
“Those chocolate ones you make that are to die for?”
“Yes, I have to take some to work this week.”
“By all means, be my guest.”
“You can’t eat them, they’re for work.”
“Ok.” Deep sigh and pouty face.
Dang they smelled good coming out of the oven, but I behaved myself and left them alone. I can be strong when I have a mind to. Eventually I went to bed, but K stayed up to work on her knitting. I was almost asleep when I heard a soft voice. “Hey Sweetie, you still awake?”
“Yes, I think so.”
“Sit up in bed for a moment.”
“Ok, what’s up?”
“I just couldn’t leave you like that,” K smiled as I struggled up in the bed. She passed me a small glass of milk and one of the brownies. What can I say folks, I’m spoiled rotten and I love it. I went to sleep with a smile on my face and chocolate on my lips. Life is good.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Manic Monday

Let me tell you about a Monday, just one Monday, an up and down Monday, last Monday.
It started early; K had an appointment in the city to get her knee scoped. It was an early appointment, so we had to be on the go early. It snowed the day before, so I was on the go even earlier, clearing a path to the car and a path out of the driveway. It was all a bit of a mad push to get ready, feed the dogs, gulp down a half cup of coffee, and make a run for it. It was still snowing a bit, so I had to drive carefully. Yep, arrived to see the boat sailing away from the dock. Monday.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011


Hi folks,

Today I want to tell you about a great new author interview site and introduce you to Y Correa, the interviewer, a gifted author in her own right. Y interviewed me about my writing and my book, Novan Witch. You can find the interviews here:

Here is the book in question.

Enjoy the interviews as well as the book, and check out Y's work as well, you'll be glad you did.

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Seasonal Drama

We all have drama in our lives, we can’t escape it completely, especially at this time of year. As the excitement and expectations build, so does the stress, and all too often, the drama. Also, there is the age old problem of trying to suppress all the past likes and dislikes, as we try to enforce a family get together into something it cannot be, for Utopia can rarely exist in the same arena as a group of humans.
We can, however, avoid a lot of  the drama, and the more we practice, the more we can escape it. Drama, for the most part, is the work of an ego that is desperately seeking attention. This is a distraction that we do not need. Drama is like a fog that clouds your view, your judgment, and destroys your sense of well being. It blocks your ability to learn, to focus externally, and is almost always focused on the negative.

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Evolution of a Studio

Hi folks, I have been promising a full look at the studio, so here it is, from start to occupation.

We started here, with bare ground. The land here is a thin coating of soil over stone, so we didn't even try to gig down. Here's day #1

A few days later we were at this point.

From there to here:

And then to here.

Needs a roof, so the Prudent carpenter gets to work. :)

On go the shingles.

Now to the siding.

One coat of paint plus windows and door.

Inside with electrical installed, drywall in and painted, plus shelves getting loaded.

And last, but not least, ready for the season.

Thanks for all the encouragement during the long process as K and I built the hobby studio all by ourselves. May you all enjoy a loving, gentle, and heart warming holiday season, and may the gods of prosperity smile upon you in the coming year.

Monday, December 12, 2011

Moving Day

It was an exciting weekend, watching K move all her hobby supplies in to her new studio, seeing the huge smiles as she loaded the shelves for the first time. Most of these things have been in storage since last March when we packed up the old condo. This was her first chance to explore her treasures since then. She lovingly loaded the shelves, her graceful hands pausing to caress a colorful fabric, trace the lines of an object, or to gently re-adjust the position of a tool or instruction book.

Her grandparent’s old house was demolished a few years ago and she managed to secure the mantle-piece from it. That is now on the wall of her studio. I hope to get an electric fireplace to put in it. We also took a leather chair from the house to put beside the mantle, a place I plan to curl up in with my laptop while she creates many beautiful things.

On Sunday we took the dogs for a long walk. The sky was clear, but the wind off the water was bitter cold. That didn’t seem to matter to the boys, they were having too much fun racing about and snuffling everything in sight, so we had to tough it out for a while. That coffee was truly welcome when we finally got back into the warmth of the cottage.

In the afternoon we moved on to another of our traditions, the decorating. This is a delightful process and we like to drag it out a bit. K puts up the tree and decorates it as well as the house. I hold things, pass stuff to her, fetch things, observe and advise, make tea and serve it; just generally being the go-fer. We chat, discuss, look, confer, change things around, observe again, etc. This is my favorite part of the season.

Here’s another member of the supervisory staff checking things out.

Thursday, December 8, 2011

My Guitar Is On My Bed

My Guitar is on my bed. What about it, you might wonder, but it is like that blank page that just won’t cough up an idea. It lies there, accusingly, waiting for inspiration or the guilts to hit. Well, it won’t be the guilts, Elvis, me old trout. Yes, Elvis is my guitar’s name; I told you I’m old.
You see, Elvis has a special job in my house. He not only makes pretty sounds, but he keeps the dogs off the bed. As I’ve said so many times before, home is where the dog hair sticks to everything except the dog. Elvis makes sure I have a dog hair free place to lay my head at night, and I do love him for the fine job he does as well as his mellow voice.
Now, I said it wouldn’t be the guilts that got, and it won’t. Guilt is a wasted emotion, besides; I did my housework, ran my errands, wrote my pages, and edited my chapters. It has been raining torrents so I don’t feel guilty about not walking the dogs. Nope, I’ve had a busy and productive day, so Elvis can just lay there and do his job.
I don’t have a good picture of Elvis right now, so I’ll just show you the four shedders, my beloved boys.

Aw crap, I just got word the boats have tied up for the day. High winds are making it too dangerous for them to carry passengers, so that means K is stuck in the city for the night and sI’m on my own. …Sigh… snif… think I’ll go hug Elvis; I feel a sad ballad coming on.
So, who keeps the pet hair off your bed?

Tuesday, December 6, 2011


I am so excited, really. Just like every child in the land these days, but for a different reason. I want K to come home early from work so I can show off what I have done. What have I done? Well I’ll tell you.
Some of you have been following the progress of the studio as it marched from the dirt in August to a secure snug building in November. Well, I’ve been steadily puttering away at the inside for weeks now, as the cash flow allowed. The electrician has been here, I hung the dry wall myself, managed an Ok job on the plaster and last weekend I painted it. K chose the colors (three walls in light purple and one in deep purple, the ceiling left in white)
Yesterday I managed to get the floor tiled. I did a pretty darn good job, if I do say so myself. So, today, the big day. Today I installed the base boards, the crown trim, and the door casings. I then carried all the heavy stuff from under the house so she wouldn’t have to go into the hobbit hole. (she keeps banging her noggin) All she has to do now is start setting it up.

Ok, so this is just a picture of the outside, but as soon as K has it all set up and we have the Christmas lights on it, there will be more pictures.  I may even do a post of pictures that chronicles the whole process from start to finish. As for now… I’m so excited, I can’t wait for her to get home from work. Ahhhh!

Monday, December 5, 2011

Book #24

Well here I am, tooting my own horn again. I have just published book #24. Ok, so, even I’m not that good. *blushes shyly* Some of the books I have put up over the past few months were written long ago. I had just never found a venue to display them before now.
A case in point is the five book series I call the St. John’s Series. I had lived in St. John’s before and quite loved the old city. I wanted to honor her in some way. I also wanted to help some folks I was corresponding with to understand that, no matter what has happened to you in the past, if you’re still breathing you can make a better future. The first three books of the series explore this in depth, but really need to be read in order of one, two, and three. None of the series is truly a stand alone.
Anyway, that’s the story of the St. John’s Series, the second of which is called Angela. I’m sure you will enjoy the wedding scene for sure. It has just been published on Smashwords. Here’s the link. 

I hope you enjoy this story.  

Again, my heartfelt thanks to the super talented Justin for the cover art. Dude, you rock.

Friday, December 2, 2011

People Watching / The Waiting Room

Yesterday I spent the morning in a hospital waiting room. I was there as moral support for a friend. Once she was called in to see the doctor I had the opportunity to people watch. I had an hour or so to kill, so what else would I do in a waiting room? Why, people watch and take notes, of course. Here are a few of the folks I saw.
An elderly lady with a walker. It had tennis balls cut open and stuffed onto the bottom of the walker so it would slide easier along the floor. I’m not sure if that was a good idea or not.
A young man, small of stature, with a lot of tattoos and a shaved head. He was trying to look dangerous, but that hard to do with your arm in a sling. All he managed to do was a look of extreme pain. I quietly beamed Reiki energy to him until he relaxed a bit.
A teenage girl with too many facial piercings was sleeping on her mother’s shoulder.
A buxom redhead with great glasses and the most awesome curls in her long hair.
A woman in a wheelchair wearing a pink helmet, her foot in a cast. Another was pushing the chair, and was making sure everybody knew how angry she was.
There was a tall thin man with big ears wearing a long brown coat. When he smiled the whole room seemed to brighten up. That smile was like a true blessing for us all.
Another wheelchair appeared with an older fellow wearing a plaid coat getting the ride. His foot was in a cast. His hair was white, his beard cropped into a neat goatee and his blue eyes fairly danced with mischief.
At this point the woman at the desk loudly asked if anyone had a number between one and seven. “What do I win?” I asked. Only the old guy in the chair chuckled. The woman frowned so I shut up. Sigh. No sense of humor, I wrote on the paper in my lap.
A tall blonde came in wearing a neon pink scarf with a lime green coat. “Must have a vision issue,” I thought.
About this time I did a double take as a tall man came in on crutches, his foot in a cast. One look at him and I shuddered in fear and looked away. This guy was a dead ringer for Imhotep, the bad guy from the movie “The Mummy”. I struggled to move my legs far enough to allow him to pass unhindered. He took a seat across the room, facing in my direction. I could tell that he knew that I knew he was the evil mummy in disguise. I fought myself to keep from kneeling before him intoning, “Imhotep, Imhotep” as I prostrated myself on the floor at his feet.
A short woman, maybe four foot ten, came in. She was wearing a great pair of glasses and I told her so. It made her smile.
That’s when Imhotep stood up and headed for the washroom. Again I struggled to give him room as he limped past, but he knew, and I knew that he knew. This was not going to end well for me. I could feel the disturbance in the force. As he returned, our eyes met for a moment before I could look away. Oh yeah, he knew that I knew alright. This time he stepped just a few inches closer, forcing me to fold my long legs that much further to let him pass.
As I straightened out again after he passed the buckle on my boot caught the fabric of my stocking and ripped a hole the size of Nova Scotia in the knee, causing a giant run down my leg. “Imhotep, you bastard,” my mind screamed. Was that a smirk on his face? Was it? I’m sure it was. That’s what I get for not showing proper worship when I clearly recognized who it was. Sigh. My bad.
Just then my friend returned and we headed for Starbucks for a latte. It was a busy place. Oh boy, more people watching. Everywhere I looked was a tiny Starbuck’s table, one intense human busy working on a laptop computer, latte at hand.
Now, I’m not quite sure what this says about Starbuck’s customers, but there were only Mac computers to be seen. Whoops, there’s a Dell over there, poor guy must be a student. Me? I had my trusty pen and paper. Say what? How did she get in here? OMG, paper? Seriously?
My friend slapped my arm and told me to behave. It almost worked. Now, we all know just how small those damn tables are at Starbucks, and the chairs aren’t a lot bigger. Nearby was a couple who nearly broke my heart, for a minute.
These two folks were struggling, both to find enough chair to sit on and to get close enough to the table to function. The girl had a small baby in her arms and that wasn’t helping either. I looked for a free table to pull up beside them so they could put the baby stuff on it, but there was none to be found. I was about to find the manager, but it all went sideways.
The male half of the couple turned in his tiny chair and bent over to get a bottle from the baby bag at his feet. As he did so, his sweat pants remained behind where they were. Yep, the entire moon shone pale and wan in Starbucks. Nothing was left to the imagination and there was no place to hide either, for it drew the eye like a spotlight in a dark room.
I bit my tongue until it nearly bled and looked around. My friend was shaking her finger at me, and everybody else seemed to be in one form of shock or another. The woman at the next table had eyes as big as dinner plates, and when we made eye contact I grinned and winked at her. That did it. She clapped both hands over her mouth and raced to the washroom. I could faintly hear her howls of laughter over the music.
Meanwhile, the young fellow had retrieved the bottle and righted himself as well as his pants. Now, here’s where a man with real class arrived on the scene. The manager had seen the whole thing, and, may the gods bless his gentle loving heart, found a spare table which he brought to the couple then helped them get the baby stuff up where they could easily reach it. I liked that manager for that and I will return to his cafĂ© many times because of it.
Well, that’s my tale of yesterday folks. What adventures have you had lately while people watching?

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