Place Profile: Lyle's Bar

Inspiration for Lyles Bar: http://www.theforksresort.com/index.html

Place: Lyle's Bar

Location: Grey Lake, Yosemite California

Amenities: Bar/Restaurant, General Store, Boat Rental, and dock.

Price: $$-$$$ depending on your needs.

Best Beer: Apple

Best Food: Lyle's Burger

Description:



"Tables sat scattered throughout the room with booths along the line of windows. A solid brick wall separated the grocery store part of Lyles, from the restaurant and bar. It didn’t have a very good lake view but it was one of a few businesses located on the south side of the lake."----Lorelei Preston The Wild Hunt


"The worn floors and beat up countertops were like rings on a tree trunk, every scuff was a memory, every stain a smiling friend. Lyle let the customers and tourists write their names on the walls and ceiling, which gave it a certain country redneck feeling. I took a deep breath and the warm scent of yeast filled my senses. This was what comfort smelled like." ----Lorelei Preston The Wild Hunt


"Three months out of the year, Lyles closed down. From November to February, the south side of the lake was a ghost town. "----Lorelei Preston The Wild Hunt

Fire at Local Bar

On the evening of June 14th, a fire started at the popular bar Lyles, owned by Grey Lake resident Lyle Schroeder. The Sheriff and Fire Department were called to the scene at 9:37 p.m. No one was injured but the bar and some personal property were damaged. The Fire Department was unable to give a statement as to the cause of the fire. A witness said they overheard a conversation suggesting Arson. It was also suggested that the bar was not the target of the arsonist, but a casualty. Whether it was a personal vendetta, or the actions of a crazy person, we do not know. Pinecresthotline.

"He ran a hand across his face. “I don’t know what to think. My bar, hell I don’t know what I’d do without it. It’s been my life for so long. I wouldn’t be me without my bar, God that sounds sad, but it’s true. Who wants to hurt you Lo?” Lyle turned and crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes searching my face." -----Lyle Schroeder The Wild Hunt

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Shhhhttt happens....

I never thought that after four years of slaving away, of burying myself in a world I created, that I'd be numb to the fact that I'd actually published. WOW. Its strange how things change. I never thought the world would still be standing without my grandma in it. She was like the stars in the sky, there, even when you couldn't see her.

She has moved on to a different place. Somewhere without fear or pain, and that is good. What's left, the anger, the sadness, its overwhelming and all consuming. You never realize how much you love a person until they are gone.

I'm going to take a page from Lorelei's story and toughen up. People die, we're born into a world we know we won't always live in. Death is definite. We will all journey towards our end, on different time scales, most of us unaware of the ticking. It's the loss of a loved one that reminds us.

The book is out there. I'll post links, and probably try to keep up with it. But it's hard when I'm mourning my grandma, to care about anything that isn't at the bottom of a bottle, or the comfort of my couch. I'll be fine, but for a little while, I think, I'll take a break, and fall a little apart.

When it rains.......

It pours.

Due to a family tragedy, my book may or may not be out on October 31st. Death it seems doesn't care much for deadlines and plans. It happens to everyone, even those we never see it taking.

I'm trying not to be pathetic and feel sorry for myself, but no matter what I do it seems to happen anyways. I just wish that I wasn't so angry. Anger is the emotion of the moment. I'm mad at God, the doctors, the nurses, everybody and everything. I'm mad and I don't know how to let go of it. I know its all a part of the grieving process but somehow knowing doesn't make it any easier, it just makes me mad. Mad at everything.

I hope the book makes it out there, at the moment, it doesn't feel like anything is possible. My time is warped and frozen. We're all holding our breath waiting for a miracle we know isn't going to happen. Time has stopped, and at the same time its speeding by in a blurry un-graspable surge. Slipping through my fingers, every breath and every moment is too fast to hold on to. Pretty soon there will be no more breaths, no more moments....just endless time without that person.

I love you grandma. No amount of time is enough, it's all borrowed. I'm going to breath in and out and hope that the anger leaves me, and that someday, my dream of being a writer, comes true.

No more moving.

Moving sucks. It sucks more than editing, polishing dialogue, checking word repetition, you get the picture............moving SUCKS.


It sucks not only because it takes time, but because it takes so MUCH time. I was supposed to be done moving weeks ago. I was supposed to do this leisurely. Who was I kidding. I'm done just in time to stress out about the book.


The book. Did I forget about it. NO. But working on promotion and marketing took a standstill. I had no Internet for a number of weeks. Not that I had any free time, not while moving. I refuse to ever move again. I'm setting down roots. They'll have to drag me away kicking and screaming. Holy Hell moving sucks.


My garage is full of boxes, my office is non-existent I haven't even attempted to hook up my desktop. I just can't seem to care yet there's too much to do, and not enough time. My grandma just so happens to be doing badly as well. It's just a very stressful time, so forgive me if I pity party it up and whine a little.........or a lot. I'll try to keep the nauseating poor me to a minimum. In short I'm back, to promote and beg readers to read my story. I don't even think I care so much that people love it. I just want people to read it. Loving it, is the perk, the ultimate christmas gift. I think writers are just lucky people take time out of their lives to read their work. Wanting people to love it, just seems like too much to ask.


Well I've droned on long enough. I have a pumpkin roll to finish.

Moving...........

Instead of being a vigilant promoter of my book (as I should be). I have been moving....ugh. Moving is not fun. It's even less fun when your honey is working 14 hour days 7 days a week. In short, I'M moving, with only help from my mom and brother on occasion. I'm not saying that I'm not grateful for their help I am, it's just, the honey lives here, understands what goes where etc. It's just faster if he were around, but alas he's working.

Long blog story short, I'll be back in a bit. When this torturous thing called moving is over. I swear there needs to be a law that stops my mom and I from moving within the same year. Seriously, it's great having a new pretty place, but cleaning, packing, and painting, is about as much fun as beating my head against the wall. Don't move people, it sucks.

Character Profile: Duncan Benandanti

Duncan Benandanti

1. Name: Duncan Benandanti
2. Age: 27
3. Hair: Brown
4. Eyes: Pale ass blue/silver
5. Build: Athletic/fit
6. Height: 6'3'
7. Personality: Dry humor, serious, cautious
8. Likes: Mouthy blonds, arguing, motorcycles, running, honesty.
9. Dislikes: Mouthy blonds, being wrong, liars, fighting.
10. Music: NIN, Tool, AC/DC, Motley Crue, rock.
11. Movies: Fight Club, Memento, The Signal, The Hills have Eyes.
12. Actor whom my character resembles: Brant Daugherty
13. Clothes: Jeans, shirts optional.
14. Job: Mechanic/part-owner at Custom E Bikes.
15. Song: "The Hollow" A Perfect Circle

 

 

 

 

Duncan's Song "The Hollow" A Perfect Circle

 

 

 

 

 

 

Duncan's Words

 

 

 

 

“I was just making an observation. You know if you muzzled your mouth you’d be more attractive.”

 

 

“What do you want from me Duncan?” My breath caught in my throat when he licked his lips and swallowed hard. 

“I don’t know everything and nothing. I feel like you’re this giant flame that I can’t get away from. I fight the pull; I try as hard as I can to move in the other direction but something keeps bringing me back. I left town hoping I’d never come back here, but here I am. I guess I’m sick of fighting it. I’m willing to take the chance of burning up the question is, are you?”

 

 “Look, Lo, we live in different worlds, mine has rules you’ll never understand, Brody crossed a line. I had to punish him, the things he’s capable of, you wouldn’t believe. Just know that despite the violence of my world, it is for a reason. I’m not a monster. I’m not even a bad man, I’m just doing the best I can for my kinsmen.”

 

 

“Why are we at your house?” Duncan’s voice was gruff but he didn’t slur.

“You’re drunk, and I guess I’m rescuing you.”

“I don’t need rescuing.” He said.

“Right, I guess I should just drop you and let you sleep on my front step.” I mocked him.

Duncan grunted and I opened the door and led him to the couch.

“What I’m not good enough for the bed?”

I muttered but didn’t respond.

“I get it. I’m not hot enough for you.” He smiled crookedly and I had to fight back a laugh.

At the moment, he was about as hot as a drunk who smelled like vomit could be.

“You want the truth?”

Duncan laid back and put his feet on the arm of the couch.

“Yes, no, I don’t know.” He said.

“I think you’re the hottest guy I’ve ever met, but I’ve seen you throw up, you smell, and you’re drunk.” I said.

He reached out a hand and brushed my face.

“You’re beautiful. I hate you a little right now.”