About Wendy Schardein

Wife, mother, novelist, editor, bad artist, New Agey type, and closet vampire who lives in a messy, happy house with my husband and three big dogs. You can find me on most social media sites as Whisper292.

A New Pile of Stuff with a Cover

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Schardein’s House O’ Madness has relocated. I may have mentioned in another post that my Mother-in-Law had passed. She had a very nice home, and hubby inherited a fourth of it. The other siblings agreed, and we bought out their portions and are moving in. YAAAAAAYY! Our other house was really crappy.

The problem with this house is that we have more stuff than house, which is bizarre, because it’s actually bigger. When we bought the other one, we combined three full houses worth of stuff, and my mom and our three kids lived there with us. The house was big, but we still had enough stuff that we needed a storage unit. I loved to put on my bios that we lived in a big, loud, crowded, messy, happy house. But the munchkins all grew up and moved away, Mama passed on, and they all left their stuff! Basically, the crowd left. So we still had all that stuff, plus fifteen years worth of new stuff.

Enter George Carlin. https://youtu.be/MvgN5gCuLac

The first thing we did was rent a dumpster for a week. We filled it up pretty quickly and rented another dumpster for the next week. It still wasn’t enough, so we resolved to rent one a week before we moved. And guess what: that’s right. It still wasn’t enough. But we had to be out of the house on a specific day, so we had to bring our junk–and a crap ton of donatables–with us.

And it gets better. All of my mother-in-law’s stuff is here, too! Almost nothing has been cleared out, so we’re having to go through her stuff and decide what to get rid of. I’m not just talking furniture here. I’m talking clothes, kitchen ware, cleaning supplies. Toiletries. Medicines. I found a bottle of liniment that I’m pretty sure is older than I am!

So. At the moment, our house is just as George says–it’s a pile of stuff with a cover on it. Every room looks like the warehouse from the last scene of Raiders of the Lost Ark. I wouldn’t be surprised to find the Ark of the Covenant in there somewhere.

Dumpster No. 4 is coming tomorrow, and we’re going to rent a U-Haul to take our donatables to the Goodwill (yes, we have that many). Maybe then we can find the stuff that matters. Like my socks. We have all our other clothes, but my socks have completely disappeared. Maybe they’re in the Hozone Layer.

I hope we find them soon. I’ve been wearing the hubby’s socks for days.

All that said, the house is absolutely gorgeous, and we love it. We’re whittling away at the stuff bit by bit, and we’re planning to have a gigantic yard sale. Hopefully soon, it will be clean and pretty and I can start playing ESO and writing again. Till then, say nice things about me, will ya?

Meet Sasha!

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So here we were on a Monday night around 8:30 or so, sitting on the sofa and watching Black Lightning, when the hubby turns to me and says, “What do you think of this little guy?” He hands me his phone, and there’s a picture of an adorable little Siberian Husky puppy. We share cute dog pics all the time, so I didn’t think anything unusual was going on. I responded with, “D’awwww,” and he said, “she’s available for sale not too far from here.”

We needed a new puppy like we needed a hole in the head. He had said so many times that we couldn’t afford another dog right now and that maybe we’d think about that down the line. But you never know when you’re going to fall in love, so I relented. I had wanted a third dog, anyway, although another Great Dane would have been my first choice. Long story short (too late), we drove to Mayfield, KY (which is apparently the worst place in Kentucky to live) and picked her up. How could we resist? I mean, just look at those blue eyes!

She’s four months old at this point, maybe 20 pounds, and she’s adorable. She’s a little scamp, though, too smart for her own good. She’s also very vocal and “talks” all the time, which is typical for a husky. The other dogs love her, especially Harley, and they play constantly. We all love our new baby and are looking forward to the day she is finally house trained!

So . . . How Ya Been?

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This is just a general update on what’s been going on with me so I can keep everyone in the loop. Everybody knows that the world is falling apart around us, so instead of crying, let’s laugh a bit with a photomanip I posted a couple of years ago. Not my best work, but the message is profound–and kinda funny. It is, right? Right? RIGHT?

Where Are We Going? And What’s With this Handbasket?

M’kay. Now that that’s out of the way, how has everybody been? Schardein’s House O’ Madness went through about eight weeks of utter hell, but things have calmed down a bit. There’s still a lot going on, but they’re potentially very good things, and at least we aren’t running around like chickens with our heads cut off at the moment. Here are some of the other good things I’m doing.

Vampire: the Masquerade

A friend and I are putting together a new VtM V.20 campaign out on Discord. We’re a ways off from getting it running, but if any VtM fans or other roleplayers are interested in taking a look, let me know and I’ll notify you when it’s finally up. Or, if you’re just interested in hearing our concept, I’ll be glad to share that, too. I think it’s a bit unusual, and people will probably either love it or hate it. As long as they don’t say it’s boring, I’ll be happy.

The new campaign will affect my “Something Went Wrong, Apparently,” fanfic so I’m taking it down. Hopefully I’ll be able to post some short stories or fanfic from our new campaign.

Remember Selene?

My Selene Stormblade fanfiction was a huge labor of love for me, and it was so hard to let it go. But I stopped playing Skyrim and began playing ESO, which is set about 900 years beforehand, so I had to move on. Unfortunately, the half a dozen ESO fanfictions I started didn’t go anywhere, and I’ve taken them down.

But. I’ve found a way to bring Selene into the ESO story (and hopefully Brynjolf at some point). It’s nowhere near canon, so if you’re an Elder Scrolls lore junkie, don’t say you weren’t warned. Constructive criticism is always welcome, but be kind and don’t tell me it’s not lore-friendly because you’ll already know that.

I’ve just started the story, and I’m going to get a few chapters under my belt before I post anything, mostly so I don’t have people faving it a year from now and waiting for new chapters that will never come. I haven’t even finished Chapter One yet, but it feels like coming home.

Speaking of coming home:

Lito’s Children

Hubby and I are still working on Book Two. It’ll be finished and published someday. I just know it.

SHAMELESS PLUG: In the meantime, if you haven’t read Book One, The Order of the White Guard, do check it out. It’s nearly ten years old now, but we’re still hawking it. Here is a preview, and here is the link to the page on Amazon. tinyurl.com/3lpne2wn For Kindle Unlimited users, it’s a free download. This is a second edition. We lowered the price and made a minor change, so if you’ve already read it and want to know what we changed, just let me know. If you order, PLEASE order direction from Amazon, not from the used and new links. Those assholes never even bought the book. And leave a review! And tell your friends!

“Mom? What’s that Other Dane Doing?”

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Gambit, when he was alive, would “sing” along with the Jeopardy! theme. The music would start, and he would howl like you wouldn’t believe, stopping occasionally to look back at my mom, who would tell him how lovely it sounded. Then he would start again. Up to now, that was the most original thing a pet I’d had ever did. Until Harley.

I know people have talked about pets watching TV, but I’d never actually seen it. But here she is. I cast my computer monitor to the TV, and she will watch me if I’m playing ESO or something with a lot of movement. Or she’ll just sit next to hubby and me when we’re watching a show. That’s an adventure in and of itself, because our couch isn’t very big.

This is what happened the other day when we were watching a YouTube video of funny Great Danes. Mr. Bill was unimpressed.

Goodbye, Sugar

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We lost Sugar a few months ago. She had incurable cancer, and treating her, even just keeping her comfortable, was going to cost thousands of dollars, so we had to let her go. But she had lived a good, long life, most of which was with us. She was fifteen years old, and we had adopted her from friends when she was two.

I held her till the end, and then I cried my eyes out. But I’m a big believer in the Rainbow Bridge, and I know she’ll be waiting there for me.