Enter a world of enchantment and passion. I am a Historical fantasy/Paranormal romance author, editor, musician, and artist living in Arizona. My latest series is based on my time as a rock and roll bassist. All five books in my Shadow-walkers series are available now on Amazon: Awakening, Awakening the Wolf, Awakening the Vampire, Awakening the Fae, and Awakening the Dragon. This blog is all about writing and other aspects of my life.
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- Kelley Heckart
- Writing means different things to me. I'm a storyteller, a book editor, and a songwriter. For me, it's like breathing.
Wednesday, June 15, 2016
My Story, My Way ~ An Indie Adventure: Take Five With Author Kelley Heckart
My Story, My Way ~ An Indie Adventure: Take Five With Author Kelley Heckart: Today I have the pleasure of introducing you to Kelley Heckart. And be still my heart, she follows a passion of mine...read the fir...
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Weird Word Wednesday
caudad
adverb cau·dad
\ˈkȯ-ˌdad\
Definition of caudad
Popularity: Bottom
40% of words
: toward the tail or posterior end
Origin of caudad
Latin cauda
First Known Use: 1888
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Monday, June 13, 2016
Monday Musings: Arizona Jet Streams
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Wednesday, June 08, 2016
Weird Word Wednesday
catabolism
noun ca·tab·o·lism
\kə-ˈta-bə-ˌli-zəm\
Definition of
catabolism
Popularity: Bottom
40% of words
: degradative metabolism involving the release
of energy and resulting in the breakdown of complex materials (as proteins or
lipids) within the organism — compare anabolism
cat·a·bol·ic play
\ˌka-tə-ˈbä-lik\ adjective
cat·a·bol·i·cal·ly
play \-li-k(ə-)lē\ adverb
Origin of catabolism
Greek katabolē
throwing down, from kataballein to throw down, from kata- + ballein to throw —
more at devil
First Known Use: 1876
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Monday, June 06, 2016
Monday Musing: Aging and hiding who you really are
What is it about being an aging woman and feeling forced to
hide who you really are? Why should women feel like they have to color their
graying hair? Or cut it so they “look their age.” What kind of bulls**t is
that? Men aren’t pressured to hide their gray.
I hate these stupid unwritten rules. There are plenty of
attractive older women with long gray hair. Lately I’ve been recalling a memory
of my maternal grandmother who has been gone a long time. It’s one I haven’t
thought much about until now, but it’s a powerful memory. I remember my
grandmother undoing her bun and brushing her beautiful long, gray hair. Yeah,
she didn’t conform and cut or color her hair.
As my long hair started turning gray, I went through a phase
where I tried coloring it and cutting it short, but I always ended up letting
it grow out. I turned to my grandmother for inspiration and decided I wasn’t
going to conform anymore either. I never did before so why should I start now? I
don’t care what anyone thinks of my long, graying hair. My hair has never been
healthier since I stopped damaging it with color. Some cultures believe that
having long hair gives you power. I believe it now too.
I think of my grandma now when I let my hair down and brush
it, the gray streaks gleaming with defiance to anyone who thinks older women
should color and cut their hair.
I smile.
Yeah, I’m pretty sure it’s because of my grandma that I do
what I want and not what others want me to do. It’s because of her example that
I don’t feel I have to hide who I really am.
Beauty may be the
real beast.
Kelley Heckart
Otherworldly tales
steeped in myth & magic.
Writing means different things to me. I'm a storyteller, a book editor, and a songwriter. For me, it's like breathing.
Wednesday, June 01, 2016
Weird Word Wednesday
casbah
noun cas·bah
\ˈkaz-ˌbä, ˈkäz-\
Definition of casbah
Popularity: Bottom
30% of words
1
: a North African castle or fortress
2
: the native section of a North African city
Variants of casbah
also kas·bah
\ˈkaz-ˌbä, ˈkäz-\
Origin of casbah
French, from Arabic
dialect qaṣba
First Known Use: 1844
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Monday, May 30, 2016
Monday Musings: Arizona Cloud Formations # 20
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Saturday, May 28, 2016
Tabby's Nocturnal Nights: Setting the scene for readers
Tabby's Nocturnal Nights: Setting the scene for readers: There are many techniques that are essential for writing a good novel. One of them is setting the scene at each new chapter and scene break...
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Wednesday, May 25, 2016
Weird Word Wednesday
casaba
noun ca·sa·ba
\kə-ˈsä-bə\
Definition of casaba
Popularity: Bottom
10% of words
: any of several winter melons with usually
yellow rind and sweet white, yellow, or orange flesh
Origin of casaba
Kasaba (now
Turgutlu), Turkey
First Known Use: 1887
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Monday, May 23, 2016
Monday Musings: Arizona Sunset Photos # 19
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Wednesday, May 18, 2016
Weird Word Wednesday
carabineer
noun car·a·bi·neer
\ˌker-ə-bə-ˈnir, ˌka-rə-\
Definition of
carabineer
Popularity: Bottom
30% of words
: a cavalry soldier armed with a carbine
Variants of carabineer
or car·a·bi·nier play
\ˌker-ə-bə-ˈnir, ˌka-rə-\
Origin of carabineer
French carabinier,
from carabine carbine
First Known Use: 1672
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Monday, May 16, 2016
Monday Musings: Arizona Jet Stream photos
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Otherworldly tales steeped in myth &
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Writing means different things to me. I'm a storyteller, a book editor, and a songwriter. For me, it's like breathing.
Wednesday, May 11, 2016
Weird Word Wednesday
carabinero
noun ca·ra·bi·ne·ro \ˌker-ə-bə-ˈner-(ˌ)ō, ˌkär-, ˌka-rə-\
Definition of
carabinero
Popularity: Bottom
20% of words
plural
ca·ra·bi·ne·ros
1
: a member of a Spanish national police force
serving especially as frontier guards
2
: a customs or coast guard officer in the
Philippines
Origin of carabinero
Spanish, from
carabina carbine, from French carabine
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Monday, May 09, 2016
Monday Musings: Moon shots
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Wednesday, May 04, 2016
Weird Word Wednesday
carabiner
noun car·a·bi·ner
\ˌker-ə-ˈbē-nər, ˌka-rə-\
Definition of
carabiner
Popularity: Bottom
30% of words
: an oblong metal ring with one spring-hinged
side that is used especially in mountain climbing as a connector and to hold a
freely running rope
Variants of carabiner
also kar·a·bi·ner
\ˌker-ə-ˈbē-nər, ˌka-rə-\
Origin of carabiner
German Karabiner,
short for Karabinerhaken, literally, carabineer's hook
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Monday, May 02, 2016
Monday Musings: A Beltaine's Song excerpt in honor of Beltaine
Prologue
“I give you the
branch (of victory),
Said the crow to the
old woman;
You are as old as the
old grandmother,
Long ago, who ate the
apples.”
‘From Legends of Saints and
Sinners’
Eireann, AD 559
Beltaine.
The word rang
through her mind like a beautiful melody. It was all she remembered.
Under cloudy
skies, she stood inside a circle of stone giants, the earth vibrating beneath
her feet. Touching the weathered stones sparked a familiar sensation inside
her, and she knew this place meant something special to her once. Light mist
swirled around the powerful stones like restless serpents. In her mind’s eye,
she saw cloaked figures moving and chanting inside the circle. Their rich,
joyful voices were lost to her now, the once sacred stones abandoned.
Sighing, she
moved on, wandering the countryside. The clouds parted and summer skies greeted
her with a smile. In the distance, puffy white and gray clouds floated against
a bright blue sky the color of a robin’s egg. A gentle breeze tousled her hair
and the fresh scent of summer, of things fresh and new, brightened her spirits.
Swallowed by rolling green hills clothed in a light mist, she walked without
knowing her destination, pausing when she came to a break in the hills.
Below her sat
clusters of roundhouses and fields surrounded by raths. The earthen walls
surrounded the homes in a protective embrace. Farther away, a jumble of forest
and pasture land rolled to the horizon. Beyond this stretched mixed landscapes
of low mountains, vast bogs, and dense woodlands. She descended the hills,
passing families moving their cows and sheep to the summer pastures high in the
mountains.
All around her,
the earth sang of life. Milk and honey flowed freely in the summer months.
Shimmering fields of wheat sprouted from the well-tended earth, its green
grass-like stalks gradually changing to a ripe golden color.
It was all
familiar and yet foreign to her.
She watched all
of this taking place around her, the men, women, and children going about their
summer chores, smiling, grateful for the blessed time of rebirth. They passed
by her with nary a glance in her direction.
It was as if she
did not exist at all.
While everyone
around her exuded happiness, sorrow filled her heart, and she wandered the
countryside without purpose, lost and alone.
Beltaine's Song is the second book in my Dark Goddess trilogy, set in Dark Age Scotland. A mix of history and mythology, it is filled with spring themes of new beginnings and loss.
For each of them, spring's song has a different meaning.
Now king and queen of the powerful kingdom of Dal Riata,
Aedan and Domelch have more than just Cailleach's wrath to contend with. Aedan
struggles with being a king and being a husband. Domelch struggles with her
beliefs, trying to be the Christian woman Aedan wed, but her heart still thrums
with the voices of old gods. They must battle earthly foes—enemy kings and
traitorous allies. For the first time, the arrival of spring heralds the sound
of a harsh battle horn as their foes close in. Through all this turmoil, can
their love survive?
Gartnait, the first-born son of Aedan and Domelch, has lived
in secrecy most of his young life to escape Cailleach's wrath. Fostered in
Fortriu, he has earned his first mark of manhood and on his way to becoming a
formidable warrior. He grapples with the awakening of his true destiny and the
meaning of the appearance of a beautiful maiden in spring only he can see. Does
she mean to harm him? For him, spring brings with it the promise of new love and
the thrilling sound of the battle horn, putting those he cares about in danger.
***
“Even those who can see
the future cannot be certain that the future they see will not change. One
small ripple can change the future.” –from Beltaine’s Song
The story of Cardea (now
called Domelch) and Aedan mac Gabrain continues… Reading this book makes
me ask, again, why humans inflict such suffering on each other, and why we
cannot stop fighting each other. Why is it so difficult to truly forgive
someone? The ending of Beltaine’s Song is a tear-jerker (my mind decided to
play the theme song from Braveheart). And I wonder: can one really find peace
in death?
I’m looking forward to
Book 3, Winter’s Requiem. Review by Jane Li
Multi-published author Kelley Heckart lives in Arizona with
her musician husband, dog and a number of backyard “pets.” Her stories reflect her passion for ancient and medieval
time periods, storytelling and the supernatural. Inspired by the ancient Celts,
her tales are filled with fierce warriors, bold women, otherworldly creatures,
magic, and romance. When not writing, she works as a freelance editor and
practices target archery. She can be found online at http://www.kelleyheckart.com/
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Thursday, April 28, 2016
Tabby's Nocturnal Nights: Signs of spring as Beltaine draws near
Tabby's Nocturnal Nights: Signs of spring as Beltaine draws near: Spring is one of my favorite times of the year. The hummingbirds are visiting my feeder, the quail babies hide in my yard while their parent...
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Wednesday, April 27, 2016
Weird Word Wednesday
carabid
noun ca·ra·bid
\ˈker-ə-bəd, ˈka-rə-, kə-ˈra-bəd\
Definition of carabid
Popularity: Bottom
10% of words
: ground beetle
Origin of carabid
ultimately from Greek
karabos horned beetle
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Monday, April 25, 2016
Monday Musings: Arizona Cloud Formations #19
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Wednesday, April 20, 2016
Weird Word Wednesday
capacious
adjective ca·pa·cious
\kə-ˈpā-shəs\
Simple Definition of
capacious
Popularity: Bottom
50% of words
: able to hold or
contain a lot : large in capacity
Full Definition of
capacious
: containing or capable of containing a great
deal
ca·pa·cious·ly adverb
ca·pa·cious·ness noun
Examples of capacious
Origin of capacious
Latin capac-, capax
capacious, capable, from Latin capere
Kelley Heckart
Otherworldly tales steeped in myth &
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Beauty may be the real beast
Writing means different things to me. I'm a storyteller, a book editor, and a songwriter. For me, it's like breathing.
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