M. E. Tudor

Treacherous Souls is almost completely done and The Circle of Confusion is unfolding before my eyes. I got some really wonderful reviews on Amazon today. I truly appreciate anyone taking time to leave a review, good or bad. Good ones let me know what you liked about the book and bad ones let me know what you didn't like so I can make the next book better. So here's another tidbit from The Circle of Confusion for the fans patiently waiting to find out what happens next with Jamie and P. J.: The next message was from her father. “Lori, get home now,” he growled into the phone. The next one was silence followed by another one from my father. “I cannot believe that you have dared to disobey me,” her father growled into the phone. “You will return home or pay the consequences.” Janna’s voice was a whisper in the next message. “Don’t come home, Lori. Dad is in a rage. He trashed your room and yelled at Mom for allowing you to leave the house and made her cry. They are both so a

This has been a rough week. I lost my beloved dog, Bear Bear last Monday. He was ten years old and the sweetest little Boston Terrier/Yorkie mix. He'd become ill in the past few weeks and passed at 11:15 Monday morning. I had to work most of the rest of the week at my library job and had two grandsons with birthdays this week. Plus, I'm expecting grandchild No 6 any day. But, I managed to eek out a few thousand words this week. Hopefully, next week I'll be able to get more done on the Circle of Confusion. Some other things going on are: My good friend, Teddy Emmerich is working on the cover of Treacherous Souls, which my partner and I decided to publish under M. E. Tudor with R. L. Williams, rather than changing to the whole new pen name of Williams Brewster. The editing for Treacherous Souls is almost done and I will be looking to have a few more beta readers go over it before publication. So anyone who is interested in going that, please email me at: mxtudor08@gmail.com

I'm almost a fourth of the way through my first 50,000 words of The Circle of Confusion.  I've posted another tidbit on the blog for The Continuing Story of Jamie and P. J. . Here is the tidbit for this blog: P. J. came into the classroom and took her seat behind Jamie and across from me. “What’s going on?” “Lori’s parents are onto her being gay and have threatened to throw her out if she doesn’t stop hanging around with us,” Jamie said, catching P. J. up. “That’s bullshit,” P. J. said. “You’re a grown woman. They can’t tell you who you can hang around with.” “They can as long as I live in their house,” I said. “Move out,” P. J. said as if it were the simplest thing in the world. “I can’t. I don’t have a job or money. My car is not even in my name. There’s no way I can get a job with my school and softball schedule,” I said. “Bummer,” P. J. said, “but all too true. Damn, that sucks, man.” “I know, right?” I said holding my hands open in surrender. “I reall

Stephen King says that he writes 1000 words every day. Well I have written over 1600 words a day for the past 3 days. :) The next snippet: It was past dinner time when I finally got home and I was glad I missed out on the family gathering. Mom had always insisted that we sit down and eat as a family at dinner. Grandma Messer, Mom’s mother, was the same way. We usually went to her house once a month for a big family dinner. I really despised having to do that. Especially, since I have a few cousins who are just evil, and I’m fairly sure they know I’m gay and are trying to out me.   So far, I’d managed to skirt the issue at each family event, but it was getting harder and harder.

Today is the first day of Camp NaNoWriMo and the day I officially started writing The Circle of Confusion. This story is the sequel to Suddenly and will be told from Lori Meredeth, a college friend of Jamie and P. J.'s point of view. I will be posting snippets of the story on here and on The Continuing Story of Jamie and P. J. blog . I wrote over 1600 words this morning and here is today's snippet. "I watched Carrie Davenport approach the plate pulling her blond ponytail tighter. She tapped the plate with her bat, and then turned to me expectantly, blue eyes blazing. I bent forward, the softball behind my back. Our catcher, Leshana Jackson gave me the signal to go a little high with the pitch. I knew she was right. Carrie had a weakness for the high pitches. She also had a weakness for having sexual escapes when she was in a different town from where she and her girlfriend. It was one of reasons why she and I hadn’t lasted in high school. And, it was the reason we were