Author: clsteeleauthor

About clsteeleauthor

Sometimes magic happens to us and sometimes we are the magic. At least that has been the lesson CL Steele has discovered about her own life. Born a city girl, one of three sisters to young parents she fought her way to a magical place called Manchester University where she earned a bachelor degree and changed her soul mate from a bachelor into a lifelong Prince Charming. He whisked her away to an unknown land where she worked building a business. After a rainy period of time filled with betrayal and death, she made a wish which her loving husband granted and she returned to her city home. For years CL taught her own sons and many others from five to eighteen to read. It was like a dream that sped by fast and left her exhausted when the dream ended. Sometimes, no matter how you do all the right things other lives collide with yours and no matter how hard you press the brake life changes in an instant. As if struck by a curse, CL Steele entered what she calls her dark ages. A time where she sat in a lovely green leather chair wondering what was next with the television droning on to stop the noise of the silence her thoughts became blank. A year later she began reading. Not normal reading but vivacious reading like a glutinous woman who hadn't eaten for days. It reminded her of her childhood days of her hero Madeline L'Engle and A Wrinkle In Time and even before to when she was placed in charge of bedtime for her younger sisters and would make up stories to put her seven and five-year-old sister to bed before eight-year-old self to dreamland as well. Then, one day when things seemed particularly lost she sat in her green chair unimportant to anyone a single thought came into her head as if downloaded from somewhere above her wavy-haired head. The idea, a premise, an outline and like sheets of rain in a monsoon a book was all at once dumped on her. It woke her up. She jumped up set up a desk in the corner of the living room of her too clean home and began writing. Twelve hours a day for four months her fingers flew across the black keys and her heart poured and angry and laughed and her lungs breathed again. It was magical. Well for her anyway. Her poor dog a black and white mixed King Charles Spaniel and poodle learned to lay on her feet waiting for movement in order to beg for food and yard time. Even her wonderful husband would occasionally ask "Are you okay? Did you eat or...clean today?" She would just dishonestly nod and continue brewing up pages and words. Fast forwarding a few years, CL Steele now has that novel PS Death at the editor has a second novel almost completed and has short stories in two anthologies, Once Upon a Wednesday has her story Our Place In Time and Chasing Magic has her story Which Shoes. CL Steele is honored to be part of her new writing family. If you like magic realism life mixed with a little magic and a wee bit of wisdom please go join me on Facebook or find my stories here as they are released. Or is you happen to be in Northern Indiana and hear someone calling for a spotted dog named Dizzy Dezi say hello. Perhaps come on in for some fresh brewed coffee and some talk of magic.

Lucie in the Sky with Diamonds

A new year, a new day, a notebook filled with dreams, and events, and tradgedies. Today I am adding another page for the first time in ten months. You see one week after I started this blog, I found my husband lying semi-conscious on the granite floor of our kitchen. As I write, from the breakfast nook I can look over to the salt and pepper granite floor where I discovered him that thunder and lightning pre-dawn morning. He lay in small space between the coffee bar and the hexagon work island. My gasp was sharp, but the calmness surprised me. The prognosis was pulmonary embolism. Later it became worse.

Time is a creature that never rests. Death is a stalker in our home. We don’t know when but we hear the ticking of the bomb. We try to go through as though everything is normal. But it is far from it. Only our routine remains. Everything else has vastly changed. We deal. We play the cards given us, as best we can. Sometimes the strategies we choose work and we win, and sometimes we get out played. But the point is we play. You see dealing with pain and loss is tricky. Putting your head in the sand, makes things easier for some. A security blanket of protection in a world of denial allows a certain freedom. If you don’t think about it, it doesn’t exist. But sometimes, you face the facts. You try bravery. You embrace the pain. Stare into the abyss, fall in and let it teach you how to survive.  It’s a see-saw more than a constant. Choices aren’t always black and white, like salt and pepper granite floors choices can be hard. Change is overwhelming at times.

One choice I had to make was my career. Off to a good start with two acceptances in January and February things came to a halt in March. However in July, I became a contributing author and researcher for Blood Puddles, a literary horror journal. It is a learning curve I have enjoyed. I have also had a few rejections. Near misses, I was told. Disappointing, except for the fact that I feel my writing has improved. My new editor likes my unique voice and style, likening me to some greats like Carver, Bukowski and Victoria Erickson. Not sure of the high praise, but I am sure that the advice and guidance on my work is helping me understand the process better and to “bleed on the keyboard.”

I’m making the work more meaningful. I am grateful for this. You will be seeing my new tag line from this thought. It is “Writers, they say things.” I have completed serveral stories and have a huge backlog of ideas. I need to use my time and focus to continue with building inventory and begin submitting. Good news is my short story “Finished” has been accepted for publication. I learned of it this month and it will be out this spring. Other things on the to do list are to restructure my files, social media pages and website. Yep, lots to do. But the group is nearly 500 members and I need to care for them.

What I am most proud of is the number of professional and fellow writers which have been kind about my work. The feedback has been positive and that has lifted my hopes and increased my drive to do more. Thus, finally getting back to the blog. I hope to write once a week and hope you will enjoy the read and the path with me. One such author suprised me today. I shared a rejected work with her to get feedback on improvement and she blogged about me, much to my surprise. Here is what Lucie Guerre had to say:

” … I read a short story by one of my author friends, and her attention to detail was just fabulous. The story is not published yet, but every so often, I would just let out a little sigh and wish I had a physical copy of her story because I would underscore sentences that just rang as visceral truths to me, whether it was “the silence eating my mind–shredding my guts” or “the endless water torture of days”, I was simply blown away.”  via Just Musing — Inside the World of Lucie Guerre

Thank you Lucie in the sky for your diamond heart and kindness. I am grateful for this last then months. I have changed more in the last few months than I have in decades. The darkness life brings is powerful, as powerful as the light. Embracing both has brought me closer toward balance. I don’t know what the future brings, but I know that I will be able to handle whatever comes my way. I have learned to March forward.

Be you. Be grateful. Be reading!

C.L. Steele, Author

Writers, they say things.

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Flying

Doesn’t everyone want to fly? Yes, it can be scary, but we all want to know what it feels like to reach that great dream, right? Today, my feet leave good solid dirt and head upward, onward. New adventures await. I also know trouble is out there. The thing is I also know that I have overcome so many problems that problems have become my friend. I now call them opportunities or temporary obstacles to make sure I’m on the right jet stream. So hello. Hope we meet along the way on a regular basis. I’m going to need flying friends. We all do.