Who’s been waiting for Book 2?

“Chapter 1

Crimson light painted the steep forest ravine. Even my copper curls escaping from a tight black cap appeared the same bloody hue as the sliver of red moon. The eerie light made it harder to fasten my eyes on details. I knew the camp of Bromin’s soldiers was ahead of me, but only because I had successfully passed through the energy barrier. I didn’t have much time before the blue moon rose exposing my presence in the revealing crisp light. I crept from shadow to shadow until finally a row of square tents came into view.

Someone snorted and I paused beside a patch of bramble. The rattle of a man’s snores resumed as did my breathing. I slipped past the thorny branches and around the slumbering outpost. I kept to the thicker stretch of trees along the edges of the deep gorge. The sides were steep enough to keep average intruders out or even to topple them in. I was not an average intruder though. The cache of weapons was on the far side of the encampment next to the back cliff wall. What I needed had to be there.

Fingering the straps of my leather pack, my mind drifted to how uncanny my life had become. Only a year before I had been a human on Earth. Now I was a GearMaker in a land of living robots and mechanically inclined people who in ancient times gave life to those robots.

The light, still tricking my eyes, fell on a large cube. It was shining red though I suspected in normal light it was the silver sheen of metal. Trees hugged the warehouse masking it’s massive size. A guard stood outside the double doors, a laser gun clasped firmly in front of him. His heavy brows gave him a menacing look.

I grinned.”


The GearMade Ultimatum Book 2 of the GearMaker Legacy. Check out the kindle or paper copy of The GearMaker’s Locket Book 1 at Amazon!


The GearMade Ultimatum coming in 2018!

It’s been Awhile!

There are reasons it’s been awhile. The biggest one is that I was not able to tell if anyone was reading my posts. According to my stats only spam bots were responding and viewing anything. I’m changing the purpose of this blog. I’m not just a writer. I’m not just a puppet artist. I’m not only one thing at a time. I’m me all the time in all my variety of characteristics and passions. This is my everything blog now. I may talk about puppets. I may talk about books. I may talk about what is like to raise special need kids. I may even talk about what is like to live with invisible disabilities. I want to encourage conversations that are safe, supportive and interesting. I am autodidactic. This means I’m always learning, always seeking knowledge. I am always sharing what I learn, too.

So! Here I am in all my ME! Shannon Reagan, the puppet building, modern film learning, book writing, EDS fighting, mother of seven with all my flaws and amazing stuff, too!IMG_9118


Right now I deal with piles of things. I’m making piles of puppets. I am revising piles of words. I always have piles of laundry and dishes to deal with. Someday I hope to have the piles of clutter gone, too. 

Such fun! At least I’m busy. 


Wild Ride!

Seventeen months ago I moved to Olympia, WA. I’ve lived in the Northwest since I was nine, but nearly all of that was in Snohomish County nearly two hours away from where we are now.

There was a large window of adjustment to the new place because we didn’t know where anything was or have any friends here. What I never expected was that this is where I need to be. 

The opportunities for my writing and puppets have taken off so fast that I never seem to get a chance to catch my breath. While it is daunting, it’s thoroughly exciting. 

I’m running a puppet track for a sci-fi fantasy con. I’m doing piecework for an amazing single mother running her own small business. One of my huge puppets has been in a musical and is being requested for yet another performance in the area. My small puppets are selling and are even in the local mall for the month of December. 


The group of writers I’ve met have become such a support for the writing of new works and for the promotion of my existing work. I have a line of Children’s books I’ve started writing under the name Ilona Dunn. Book 2 of Thd GearMaker’s Locket will be published in 2016. 

I sit here wondering if I will recognize my life in a year. 

I’m back to writing my blog so you can follow me on my journey. 

Delay and the Next Generation of Writers


I am one of a group of writers. We have a special name.

We are slower to publish new material. Our blog posts are less consistent and sometimes go a week or more without anything new. Sleep deprivation is a reasonable excuse for not writing for us. We have to hope our art, our great storytelling, gets through to people even when we have to prioritize fevers and school trips and homework and getting dinner on the table. We are the writers who need your patience because we are raising the next generation of writers. We are mothers.

Sometimes my writers block is because once a week or more for three months I had to drive two hours each way for a half hour appointment at Children’s Hospital (October, November and December of 2014) Or my editing is not up to par because I was running back and forth from one sick kid to another, to the bathroom to clean up and to the laundry room to keep the clean linens and towels moving for days. My book took an extra year to be published because I moved all seven kids, twelve goats, three barn cats, two dogs, and a variety of small caged animals and all our stuff to a new place. Add to that the new baby in 2012 and my book needed an extra year. My next one should come much faster especially as my baby will be three in a few weeks and by the end of 2015 I will have three teenagers, but I won’t be a one-book-a-year writer for at least a decade more.

The blessing is that I get to hear my older children tell me all about the idea for their next story. I get to edit their writing. They always list Writer on their list of career goals. I’m blessed by being a writing mother.

My friend’s daughter asked me to review her short story this last week. Her story was amazing, full of suspense and innovation. I’m first in line for the someday novel it will become. I get to use what I learn to guide these young writers in my care and in my life. My children show me book cover ideas and ask me for title ideas. I’m raising the next generation of writers in all their geekiness. We couldn’t tell you what the colors or mascots are for many sport teams(maybe any sports teams. Blue, green and what?), but we can recite all the Doctors and their Companions. We do marathons of Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit, Star Wars, Babylon Five and so many other wonderful shows. We discuss the stories on the screen and on the page (paper or digital). These young writers give us insights we didn’t expect from their youthful perspectives in a modern world and they get our experience from writing over time from when it was a very different world not so long ago.

I want to be more attentive to my readers so I need feedback about what is best for you. I honestly don’t know the best ways to reach out to my readers. I hope you enjoy my book and, if so inclined, leave a review on Amazon. It has a really good position for a steampunk book due to the seven good reviews it has. I guess the more reviews the better! I, more than anything, want to get another book out for you. I love to tell stories through puppet performance or words on a page. I hope you enjoy the stories I and other busy mothers find miraculous snippets of time to create them.

So if you find I’m not around on the blog and you miss me leave comments, message me, reach out on my facebook page. I want to know what my readers think, what they want to know. It helps me with my writing and it helps me help other writers.

Happy reading in 2015! Happy writing to you young writers everywhere!

Old Treasures

I found some old poetry on ancient floppy discs. I finally found a way to retrieve the information, thanks to a friend. I thought I would post my favorites.


The Willow’s Children

Gentle, soft as kitten fur,
Sitting in the daytime blur,
Living Life in sheer moonlight,
The willow’s secret treasure,

Wander willow children,
Soft and grey and small,
To never stay and always go,
The willow’s untamed children,

When summer’s gone, children follow,
Burrowed in warm soils to snooze,
Through cold harsh winter days,
In safety till the time for new,

Though as for now,
Fall soft and white,
To the ground from on the height,
The home of willow’s children.

Dedicated to Little Grey
Northshore School District Reflections Competition 1991-1992
1st place at district


The Lonesome Cow

“Look Mommy,” said the girl, tapping her on a shoulder,
The paper she held had only one thing,
A tiny, black, lonesome cow.

“Are there not any others?” the mother replied,
Just one all he be,
A tiny, black, lonesome cow.

“He is quite slow.  The others are fast”
Slow he may be, cause he’s,
A tiny, black, lonesome cow.

“But where is the grass?” asked mommy to she,
No color the paper held ‘cept,
A tiny, black, lonesome cow.

“His friends all came first. They ate it all gone,”
T’was true , she did see,
A tiny, black, lonesome cow.

“So make him some more before he does leave,”
But too late, there he be, plodding away,
A tiny, black, lonesome cow.

October 19, 1989



Like velvet,
Fresh with beauty,
Time and wear,
Soft petals tear,
Wind and storm,
Dull broken thorns,

Brittle and dry,
Ugly and brown,
Fallen to the ground.

July 27, 1992

I hope you enjoyed those. I used to be an avid poet. Maybe I will be again some day.





The thing about plants is we take for granted that they will grow fine. This poor pumpkin! It was under part of the plant so I unearthed it. It grew a bit more and hardened up. It is still sitting here attached to the plant. It has some time to get bigger than a deformed tennis ball if the weather cooperates. I guess we’ll see!

It makes me think about perseverance. We all have to develop that trait. There are many times we sink low and give up, but after a few minutes of misery we pull ourselves back up, we keep growing. Whatever you’re going through right now, you can persevere through. Just persevering will mean that you have succeeded no matter what the outcome. In that part of your life you won… like a little pumpkin that had so much against it.