Monday, July 30, 2012

Time Well Spent...

Greetings Friends and Fans,

The last several weeks have been a whirlwind of creativity for me. It often happens that way though, I can't seem to put pen to paper (or finger to keyboard) to save my life and BOOM those lovely little voices of characters I haven't known begin clattering away in my head. I've been productive, bursting at the seems with excitement for all the tasty little morsels I've created to be published. Yet, there is always room for reflection and the revamping of an old cover seems to be the catalysis for such reflection. I'm not a consistent blogger or very avid but I take pride in the collection of thoughts I've put together here. My first blog was published on 8.9.10 and it was about my very first published story, Shifting Desires. They often joke you never forget about your first, and I haven't, but as I look back on all that I have done since than I can't help but marvel at how each time it's gotten better.

I've grown more confident, willing to try something new, pushing myself to have fun and enjoy each experience. It is very apropos that with this evolution that first, the little spark of wonder that I dared to put to paper and share with someone other than myself should have a chance to evolve as well. The story is still the same but this little book has gotten a very lovely new cover. This is not just a marketing tool (even though it would be nice to attract new readers) but a gift my publishers have given to me.Therefore, I pass it on to all of you wonderful people to enjoy just as much as I have.

Happy Reading,


Sunday, July 29, 2012

I'm Guest Blogging!!!

I've been invited to play in someone else's sandbox. Go take a gander and marvel at the randomness that is moi.


Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Under Construction

Hello Lovelies,

After reading a very interesting blog about copyright infringement of photos posted on blogs and other social media sites, I will be removing all photos that I do not have permission from the photographer to post. I will most likely replace these images at some point but wanted to give you all a heads up as to why my blog is going to look a bit wonky for some time. If you follow me on Pinterest you will also notice I have removed all of my photos as well. I love the creative outlet of the site but will now begin to use photos that I know are not infringing on any copyright laws. As a writer I feel that I have to stand in solidarity with other's that make a living off of their craft. Don't worry, though my site might not be as pretty for some time it will still have all of the zany stuff that is moi.

Happy Reading,


Friday, July 13, 2012

Happy Friday the 13th!!!

Hello my favorites,

It is a special day and my pseudo birthday (I was born on a Friday the 13th) and I felt as if I should come bearing gifts. I'm currently awash with creativity and shall have lovely little stories to release into the world very soon. I'm trying to keep this influx of coherent ramblings going so I can finish my most epic of writing projects, a collection of 31 stories for the 31 days of October in celebration of my most holiest of high holy days, Halloween.

I've been playing with ideas and wondering just how scary I should be and quite a few have found themselves on the cutting room floor. But as today is such a special day I thought one idea that didn't move me beyond these short little sentences should get a chance at life. Therefore my lovelies I wish you a most splendid Friday the 13th and give you a little something to make it that much brighter.


Do you have to go?
Unedited and copyrighted by Janet Eckford

"Do you have to go?"

"You know I do."

"Why does it always come so soon?"

He gathered her in his arms and placed a gentle kiss upon her head. It was too soon but time was never on their side. Instead they took what they could when they can.

"When will you be back," she whispers softly with her head pressed against his heart.

"Not until the time is just right," he replies in a dejected tone.

"You could stay if you wanted."

He'd become accustomed to this argument that had no real end. She knew that he couldn't stay and their special kind of forever was never guaranteed. Releasing her from his tight hold he watched as her mournful expression transformed into one of resignation. He didn't have to tell her what she already knew.

"You have to go," she sighed and gently cupped his chin with her icy fingers.

"And so do you," he replied.

There was no grief as her touch became the faintest of caresses. His heart had long ago learned to wall itself away from sadness as she slowly faded away. He didn't shed a tear as he stared at her silent grave in the cold night because he'd learned long ago it was wasted for those that love the dead.