To Blog or not to Blog

Posted On September 16, 2009

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Everyone has been after me to do this more often.  Blogging that is. The problem I have is I run out of writing topics to talk about. My darling sister Claire has convinced me that not every blog has to be about writing. As long as it’s something entertaining.

So this is my warning to all. lol

Coming soon. Music, Video games, creative parenting, my mother (facepalm) and what ever else entertains me on a day to day basis.

I might get this blogging thing down yet.


Inspiration from the Creature

1947 started with a nightmare. A creature grabbed hold of me, keeping hold of me by force, “I have something I must give you.”

The creature engulfed me. I could not breath, though I fought to scream. I could not move, though I tried my hardest. It had me in its clutches and refused to let go.

I woke with a jolt, taking a deep breath but I did not scream. I’m just not a screamer because this nightmare should have done just that. My fight or flight response was off the chart, yet I lay there trying to forget the creature.

The clock read just after three, I’d hardly been asleep for an hour. I put my head back on the pillow but could not close my eyes. Each time I did, I was suffocating again. Thirty minutes was enough and I was out of bed, sitting at my computer trying to ignore the creepy crawls that were still with me as well.

I am plagued by nightmares. For as long as I can remember I’ve always had them, which is funny in itself because it takes a lot to scare me. I will admit that my creature visit did it. It’s been almost a month and I still shudder at the thought of it.

The questions I asked myself from the moment it spoke was, “What did it give me, or try to?”

The next morning I received my answer.

I’d gone to bed early, since thanks to my nighttime visitor, I was a little on the tired side. I’d fallen asleep easy, also very rare for me. And I’d dreamt, which I always do. This was different somehow. Very clear, each word, each scene, each person.

“She stole the money.” People kept whispering.

“You have to go home,” said the honey-haired man in the army uniform.

The woman with auburn hair sat on the dock fishing. I saw the coast and saw her travel. I saw the story and the people in it. I saw 1947.

So, I woke that morning and sat at the computer, this time not sending a 4 am email about the creature to my poor sister, but to write out Maddy’s story. Maddy was the woman sitting on the dock and I could see her, and the creature wanted me to tell everyone about her.

I do hope that if the creature wants to give me more stories, that it does so in a better way, but as long as they are stories like Maddy’s I will take them however it wants to give them.


Suzette Vaughn- Author of Badeaux Knights and Mortals, Gods, and a Muse

Interview of Aphrodite from Mortals, Gods, and a Muse

Interviewer: What’s your name?

Aphrodite: Depends on whom you ask.

Interviewer: I’m asking you

Aphrodite: I am Aphrodite, Goddess of love

Interviewer: What would others call you?

Aphrodite: Sherry called me Star, thinking she could just make up a name for me.

Interviewer: Why didn’t you tell her your name was Aphrodite?

Aphrodite: When I tried to talk, she couldn’t hear me. It was very frustrating.

Interviewer: She couldn’t hear you? You were quiet?

Aphrodite: Idiot, no! She physically couldn’t hear me. The words were coming out of my mouth and she looked at me as if it was my problem?

Interviewer: Okay you rude goddess, what is your role in Sherry’s story?

Aphrodite: If I still had my powers, you’d be a frog right now. I, of course, had to fix her little love life. How was I supposed to know she was his true love?

Interviewer: Sherry was whose true love?

Aphrodite: Lysander’s, of course. The Eros family line. Don’t you understand anything?

Interviewer: I understand that talking to you is like talking to a stubborn mule. Let’s take this one step at a time. Who is Lysander?

Aphrodite: Lysander was the last male born to the Eros family line.

Interviewer: Good, now we are getting somewhere. So, you made a love match of Sherry and Lysander since you are the goddess of Love?

Aphrodite: Not me! They did that all on their own. Well, he did that from Hades. I took away the love of Eros, God of Love, and kind of cursed the family and well…I don’t want to talk about that.

Interviewer: Well, please sit down and stop pacing around the room. We can talk about something else.

Aphrodite: Fine! I wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for Sherry, the insufferable twit.

Interviewer: So what did you do to the Eros family?

Aphrodite: You said we wouldn’t talk about that.

Interviewer: I didn’t know the Goddess of Love could shoot flames from her eyes. So, what would you like to talk about?

Aphrodite: I thought I was here to talk about me, not them!

Interviewer: If you don’t want to talk about their love life, how about yours?

Aphrodite: I have no love life since Eros put me in that stupid box. He really is a hot head you know.

Aphrodite: You’re calling him a hothead? Um, I mean, so… why did he put you in a box?

Aphrodite: I said I don’t want to discuss that. I’m done.

Interviewer: Where did she go? She just disappeared. Well, I guess this interview is over. Note to self: remove Sherry Duncan and Suzette Vaughn off my Christmas list for this.

Eros: Thank Zeus she’s gone, Miss…Miss, please snap out of it.

Interviewer: Oh my, it’s warm in here. I’m feeling a little dizzy

Eros: I get that all of the time. You’ll be fine in a moment.

Interviewer: You promise? I’d like to know how you’re going to make it fine?

Eros: Stay on task now Miss…you were asking about Sherry and Xander?

Interviewer: Ohh yes, those people. Okay, Sherry and Lysander, but first, please tell me your name? You look like a god.

Eros: I am a god. You want an interview do you not?

Interviewer: Interview? I can think of better things to do with our time together. Sorry. You’re a little distracting. Was that your girlfriend that just poofed out of here?

Eros: My ex by about three millennia.

Interviewer: So you’re single?

Eros: Yes my dear, I am, but we are not here for me, are we?

Interviewer: We can be.

Eros: I am getting nowhere here.

Interviewer: You could be.

Eros: Now listen here. I came to talk to you, not for you to be looking at me like that.

Interviewer: How could you love that vicious Goddess? Sorry, I mean, how did she get out of the box? And is there a way we can put her back in… forever?

Eros: I could put her back but she is serving a new purpose. Xander let her out, he figured out the riddle to the box, so he was the one to break the curse.

Interviewer: So that’s where Sherry comes in? She had to put her back?

Eros: Well the way it was supposed to go, Aphrodite was to find Sherry and lead her to Xander. But there were… complications, and well…Xander ended up in Hades.

Interviewer: Aphrodite sent him there didn’t she, that bit.. er.. bites. That bites.

Eros: Well in a way, yes, and then it was up to Sherry to bring him back

Interviewer: How did Sherry get him out?

Eros: She had to figure out how to open the box herself.

Interviewer: Did she shove Aphrodite in it when she got it open?

Eros: No, she got her second chance with Xander, which we all should know, second chances at love don’t always happen, and still the story didn’t end there. For once Aphrodite was smart and stayed far away.

Interviewer: Anything else you want to tell me, perhaps over dinner?

Eros: And drinks. Have you ever seen Mount Olympus in the fall?

Mortals, Gods, and a Muse is published by Second Wind Publishing
now available at and

My Extended Family

I am surround by family. I have a husband, son, sister, mother, and brother. I have more cousins, aunts, and uncles than I could count, even using my and your toes. Oh did I mention in-laws.

I have friends that count as family. Those that call me after months of not hearing from them…

“Hey, Suz. I need your couch.”

I hope I’m not unique in that.

I have a very special extension of my family too. While we all have some things in common, we are as different as… well snowflakes come to mind. Mostly because of the flake part.

We are creative, smart (at least we think so), loving, and friendly. We are also testy at times, each have moments of “duh”, and get hurt feelings, even when it was not intended.

We are unique in the fact that, while we work together, hardly any of us have met. We know more about each other than some of our blood. We talk, we share, we agree, and sometimes must agree to disagree.

I am of course talking about the authors around me that have found their home in Second Wind. I’m talking about writers that range from Mainstream Fiction to Paranormal Romance. We also range from thirty years-old to past retirement.

We live from coast to coast and everywhere in between. We also love to read, love to write, and create in ways that amaze me from day to day.

And though we all write, our books are as different as we are. We have different voices, different genres, and different ways of looking at each. And through it all we will stand as family, like any family; with love in mind, and stories to tell.

Suzette Vaughn

The Second Wind Publishing Family

Hello world!

Posted On October 4, 2008

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This site is amazing. I’m going to thank Pat Bertam (listed in my links) for repeatedly telling me to check it out.

I hope to use this as a news site for my books. Along with random musings on writing, editing, publishing, and the world of books in general.

With all the different options on here It’s going to take me a few days just to figure it out. But I’m very excited.