Stuck in the transition


When working on a novel there are parts that get us stuck. You write and write and write and then realize that you have no idea how to get from part A to part B. This is a bit of my problem with Escape.

I have finished the first act of the book, dealt with the pirate attack and had the girl kidnapped in her glass box (okay yeah a bit of a sleeping beauty theme here). Now I need to get the heroes to where she was taken and get the girl back.  Working on this has stumped me for the past few weeks. At first I blamed it on me being down with that nasty virus (which hasn’t totally given up on me) but in reality it is because I am not sure exactly how to get the girl away from the pirates.

I have started with getting our heroes to the pirate’s secret base, a simple thing after all.  Now to deal with getting them the information they need and getting them into the big boss’s lair.  Fun fun fun.

Getting two very good reviews on my earlier work has helped me get excited again. Where as sales are the gas in the tank for writer’s, reviews are the bonus that lifts the heart and soul if they are a good one.  Getting two different good ones on two different books lifted up my flagging self confidence.

This one really made me smile:

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A bittersweet novel that brought me to laughter and tears many times over the course of this story – a story of a young kitsune who believes her destiny is mapped out for better or worse. It’s a sign of a good book when you put it down and you’re conflicted on how you should feel; sad for the people who you didn’t learn enough about and now never will, happy for those who have fulfilled their destinies, and even content with those who perhaps didn’t have the honor of their family history hanging over their heads. I forget who first said that Great Destinies often bring Great Deaths, but it has been proven time and time again. Especially when Gods are involved.

Destiny, the young woman in this book, is aptly named for the fate that she has been raised to believe will follow her. And when it’s time to make a choice, you can only follow your heart. But giving up your life has many reasons…. as many of the characters in this book know. And kitsune are always tricksters with a surprise waiting for you.

I enjoyed the mixture of Japanese folklore and more modern demonic creatures, with a splash of Greece thrown in. Lisa Williamson manages to capture a plot line that should feel contrived and over-used but manages to throw her own fresh twist on it. Her characters are the crowning achievement, however, since they truly bring the story to life.

I would also like to add a note that this novel was gifted to me with the understanding that I would provide an honest review. Since I should have been asleep two hours ago and I had to finish the book and write my review first because I couldn’t put it down… I think you can understand why I feel this novel deserves 5 stars.

 
And this one surprised me:
 
5.0 out of 5 stars Let The Chaos Wars Begin? July 18, 2014
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Fall Into Nightmares by Lisa Williamson is a compelling sci-fi novella centering on a global holocaust bringing the capitol cities of the world to ruin. The Healer, the Protector and the Warrior represent the Kingdom of Marchioness as they go into battle against the evil Avendale and her nightmarish forces. Gregory and Jeffrey follow their friend Jessica as she becomes their guide into an alternate world where magic and monsters await in this battle for survival and world domination.

The theme of friendship resonates throughout the novella as Jessica is kidnapped by Lawrence, one of Avendale Samuc’s top henchmen. Yet their loyalty to Jessica endures despite the fact that the master plan is to descend the planet into a netherworld of madness. Ghosts and vampires lead the charge into the world of the living as Washington, Moscow, London and Sydney are among the major cities falling before the ghoulish menace. The author pays tribute to the best of the `buddy’ flicks as Gregory and Jeffrey are bolstered by master warrior Tachi in coming to Jessica’s rescue. Will they be in time to save the world entire?

This is the first in a series you won’t want to miss. Pick up a copy of Fall Into Nightmares by Lisa Williamson and join in the Chaos Wars if you dare.

 
Getting two five star reviews is something that any struggling author needs to keep their confidence on the working side.  In fact I have been asked when the next book in both of these will be written. Something that I am sure even great authors like George RR Martin enjoy reading.
 
But back to working on Escape. Transitions are the scenes you have between one big action sequence and another. They give the reader something of a chance to breath and gather in the characters and information that is needed. I will be doing another great fight sequence soon enough but I need to get the lay of the land set up first. Going from a ship to ship to a fight inside the pirate stronghold.  This should be more of a strike and fade type mission but we will see right?
I have managed to get over 35K words written and I am no where near finished with this tale, which makes me happy. I just might get past that nasty old 50K threshold that gives me so much trouble. Science fiction takes a lot more description.

To use a pen name or to not use a pen name


During my recent down time of being sick i spent a lot of time debating this very thing.  See I plan on doing a series of pieces that will be very different from my fiction so far. Things that will be more real than fiction and I realized that maybe I shouldn’t publish them under my known pen name. Okay yes my pen name is my actual married name but still. 

Because I write everything from fantasy to erotica there is a very good reason not to put out some things under the same name. I have a handful of children’s stories that I have in the works and having those under the same name could cause some issues if they took off right? Then there is the memoirs that I am toying with.

Even more than poetry, a memoir is a very personal story. Those stories tell us the memories of a person, their take on things that happen. While I don’t now, at 50, have trouble sharing some of these memories, I would rather that they not be grouped with my works of fiction.  So the pen name.

Many authors that I have read over the years have used pen names. Established as writers of one type or genre of story they have used the pen name to explore another.  Charles de Lint was also Samuel Keyes for an example. JK Rowling tried to use a pen name for her adult books but well that got out quick and I think that was the publisher and not her.

Another thing with using the pen name is how to market said titles without giving away that it is really just another face of yourself? Or do you market them?  Another topic that I will deal with in another blog soon.  So fine reader, if you pick up a tale and think it just might be me with another face, you just might be right! Continue reading

Wednesday First Pages – Overanx32 by John Patin


 

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John R. Patin

 

 

 

“What does overanx mean?”

“What?” Cliff Anderson looked up from his desk.

“Overanx. O-V-E-R-A-N-X. Overanx.” Ringer spelled it out as he walked in waving a memory flimsy. “I was trying to find an out of the way corner in that damn warehouse for your precious beach sand and had Rusty moving crates around. I found this on a wall, on a clipboard, of all things. When is the last time you saw one of those? Someone had parked a stack of somethings in front of it.” Epsilon Express’s cargomaster made a face.

“You know,” he complained, “my job would be a lot easier if I could open those crates and find out what was in them instead of trying to interpret their goofy encrypted shipping labels.”

“Nope.” Anderson shook his head. “Bonded cargo. You do that and we lose any shot at a Guild membership, not to mention their juicy contracts. ‘Rules is rules’ as the saying goes, no matter how stupid. I don’t think I have ever encountered an organization that didn’t cling to that one like it was Holy Writ. It turns out governments don’t have a monopoly on that adage, though they do win hands down at ‘stupid rule’ proliferation.

“As for clipboards…” He reached down and slid open a drawer in his richly patterned Rivieran Mahogany desk. “…I use them all the time.” He came up with a clipboard. “Here, have one. I had a bunch custom made. They are hard to come by in your modern office supply catalogue. The new flimsies don’t need the power supply, but I deal with a lot of old files.” He tossed it over to his partner. “Besides, sometimes I just like to jot stuff down the old-fashioned way. Stylus is tucked in the clip.”

Ringer caught the clipboard and compared it to his memory of the one he’d discovered in the warehouse. That had been printed plastic laminate, this one was made of a light colored… “Wood?” he guessed.

Cliff snapped a finger and ended the motion with a classic gun-point. “Got it in one. Give that man a cookie.” He plucked the domed lid off a blue and white ceramic jar, shaped like some sort of maintenance bot, and reached in.

“Let me guess. Beechwood? Rivieran beechwood?” Ringer ground his teeth. Along with sand, wood products were not among his favorite cargoes right now, especially when they hailed from Riviera.

“Waste not, want not,” Cliff grinned, stuffing a cookie in his mouth as he offered another to his partner. “Here, try one. Myra made them. The cookie jar is from her too. Supposed to be an antique. A collectible, even.” He grinned again.

Frowning, Ringer accepted his prize, glancing askance at his partner. Cliff enjoyed getting a rise out of people, even his friends, and right now, the word collectible was also in disfavor with his partners. But that was another story, the ramifications of which were yet to be determined. In fact, he had a related engagement that afternoon. His eyes glanced to the wall behind Cliff where another antique, an analog clock shaped as a comical black cat with a flicking tail, rolled its eyes and grinned at him. Plenty of time. He decided to ignore the jibe.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ping

John R. Patin

 

 

“The morning’s pings have been collated and a new course plotted, Captain,” the astrogator reported. Across from the captain, he pointed into the ‘tank’, the 3D holographic astrogation display that dominated the center of the bridge. A new line was added to the torturous route they had laboriously charted over the last three months.

“And we lost another probe,” Parchem, the ship’s com tech, added glumly from her station to the captain’s left, a quarter way around the circular console surrounding the holo tank. Every member of the crew knew that each such loss would cut into their share of any profits from this voyage.

Philip Weiss, captain of the ‘Golden Venture’, inwardly flinched. That was the second probe this week. This was getting expensive. The probes were mini starships in their own right, full of costly sensing gear. The head office was going to have a meltdown if this expedition didn’t pan out.

“Thank you, Thecla.” The young woman nodded and turned back to her station, tucking a stray wisp of hair under the bill of her cap as she did so. Long hair must be a pain in zero gravity, Weiss thought, his hand unconsciously moving to his own bald scalp. Catching himself, he motioned instead for Jennings, the Venture’s astrogator, to continue;

“I’ve launched a replacement to complete the array. That leaves us with five spares. At this rate of attrition we’re never going to make it all the way into the system unless things open up or we get some nav data from the locals, if any are still in there. I’ve never seen an Oort cloud this dense before, or this big. Little wonder they never seem to have left their system.”

Weiss considered another possibility. ‘Golden Venture’ was here because of radio signals transmitted centuries ago from this system. At least, they hoped it was this system. The locals had apparently achieved a technical level at least comparable to 20th century Earth, then gone dark. Not a good sign. It was hoped that they had moved on to more sophisticated communication systems in the centuries since, rather than the grim alternative that Earth had narrowly avoided.

 

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Tales from TOMORROW #8

 

Amazon U.S. link:

http://www.amazon.com/Tales-TOMORROW-8-John-Patin-ebook/dp/B00K8BDGK2/

 

 

Amazon U.K. link:

http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00K8BDGK2?*Version*=1&*entries*=0

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Canada Day is tomorrow or I better do a lot of writing today


Yup another Canada day is nearly here.  I have been living up here now for four years and thinking of their national holiday my right wrist gives me a major twinge.  I don’t think I will ever forget getting that injury for sure.

but other than the bad wrist I have had a good life up here.  I have writing and publishing a lot since I moved up here.  Before i moved to Canada my life was too busy with taking care of kids, working and being sick.  Here the pressure, while different, is much less.  I can create and I am so glad I can.

Over this past week I worked on two battles for the newest WIP. First a knife fight in space. Okay not actually in space but on ship board.  Having a resource that I can ask hand to hand combat questions of makes that so much easier. Then i worked out my very first ship to ship battle, again thanks to the live in research specialist.

Trying to understand the physics of space flight and battles is way beyond most of us humans. My hubby gave me a very intelligent answer.  What shows like Babylon five or Firefly.  They have those ship to ship fights.

Now I have watched both of those and of course enough anime to get the general idea but I still plan on having him read what I have in chapter fifteen to make sure it doesn’t seem lame.  Yes I said lame.  While I can write, I just am not sure on the battles if they are lame or not.

It looks like once this little bit is done I will be starting the next act of this book. Having the heroine be more a classic heroine that needs to be rescued is different for me. After all most of my female characters will kick butt and take names.  Yes I have done the rescue me theme with the heroine from The Knight Protector but I wrote that piece over fifteen years ago.  A very different me for sure.

So the thought is do i keep her as a victim or do I let her learn to kick butt?  I am not sure. The two lovebirds in this story are not true warriors but the hero was a part of that knife fight on shipboard.  Guess we will see right?

This week i did take a little time off to write a flash fiction length tale for an anthology. Something to refresh my mind. It is odd to go from writing in third person past tense science fiction to writing first person present fantasy.  A twist of the mind right?

Now today I will be doing all my blogs, maybe write a poem or three, a drabble or two and maybe just maybe I will type up the raw emotional letter i wrote to my now deceased biological dad.  I just can’t decide. Should i or should I just forget?

Wednesday First Pages – Adventures in the Realm of Faery by Ch’Kara Silverwolf


Today’s fun first page is from Ch’Kara Silverwolf’s fine story:

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Adventures in the Realm of Faerie

 

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Step into the world of faerie and allow your wonder to run riot with some new friends and their happy adventures. Frolic in the sun and meet some delightful characters, who will share your hopes and dreams as they discover the fun and fantasy of the fae world; it is just a step in time and space.

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Alisa & Reeza

Once upon a time there lived a beautiful faerie called Alisa. Alisa had a mass of soft blonde curls falling to her shoulders and framing her face. Her blue eyes were the color of the sky.

Alisa had a special friend called Esmeralda. Now Esmeralda had hair like copper and deep green eyes. She was delicate and waif like but she had fire and mischief in her eyes.

One day they decided to go on an adventure together. Alisa had always wanted to go to where the humans were and so they set off to see what they could find.

They saw wonderful things, looking in the windows of human houses. Families at dinner, children watching television. This amazed them both for there is no television in the Faerie Realm.

They spent some time going from house to house until they came to a really big house with the most beautiful garden.

They darted about inspecting everything, they came to an alcove in the garden surrounded with draping plants and beautiful flowers. As they came into the alcove Alisa stopped and stared for there was a beautiful boy sitting there. He took her breath away. He had shoulder length dark silky hair, dark almond shaped eyes and olive skin.

Alisa could not take her eyes off him. Her heart skipped a beat when all of a sudden he looked up and she realized he could see her.

“Where did you come from little one?” he asked.

“I am from the Faerie Realm,” said Alisa. “How can you see me when other humans cannot?”

“I do not know, but I am glad that you are here. My name is Reeza, do you have a name little one?”

“My name is Alisa. May I come and speak with you again of your world?”

Reeza agreed, and over the next few months they spent much time together, speaking about the differences in their worlds. As each day passed they became closer and closer.

Alisa began to feel a great sadness for she loved Reeza and believed that they could never be together.

One day Alisa went to see Scheherazade, Queen of the Faeries. She told her of her feelings for Reeza and of her desire to be with him in his world.

“There is a way,” said Scheherazade, “but if you take this step you must be very sure of the path you are choosing. For what you wish, once done, cannot be undone. I ask that you think long on this before you make your choice.”

LINKS

Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Adventures-Realm-Faerie-Chkara-SilverWolf-ebook/dp/B00HYOATR4/

 

Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Adventures-Realm-Faerie-Chkara-SilverWolf-ebook/dp/B00HYOATR4/

 

Website:           www.chkarasilverwolf.com

Blog:               www.sheerak.wordpress.com

Twitter:           www.twitter.com/ladychkara

Facebook:      https://www.facebook.com/chkara.silverwolf?ref=tn_tnmn

A bit off the mark or writing something short in the middle of a novel


Yup I am taking a little break from Escape to write something else.  I was asked if I wanted to submit a short story for another anthology.  As you can imagine I said yes.  After all short stories are my fortay right? (And yes I can’t spell)

With the theme of summer I thought why not write a tale about the summer solstice and of course a creature that is hot…well in the literal sense that is. A tale about a salamander.  Now the funny thing is I thought I would just jot down a fun little tale but this guy decided he needed to tell the tale.

So instead of being in third person I am writing this tale from his point of view. I have done this before of course.  Started out doing that in Night and Day and moved to the Harry stories, so it won’t be that odd for those of you who have read my work.

This wont be a long tale because well…it is set on the shortest night of the year.  I should hopefully have it done in the next couple of days and then I can send it over to the editors to take a look at it but for you guys who enjoy teasers how about a little bit from a short story today?

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Summer Solstice, just another day to most.  Lots of sunlight, warmth and good times.  Pull out the barbeque and beer and enjoy long hours of golden sunlight.

But not too long ago people remembered, people held ceremonies celebrating the day.  For it is the turning of the year. The shortest night of the longest day. There are a few who burn the bonfire, the bone fire. They burn for the turning, to remind the world that the year will grow darker. Long ago the fired called us to you but now they simply light up the dark.

Look closely and you will see eyes in the those fires. Watching and waiting for you to invite us out to play.

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Like I said, just a little teaser.   Happy Summer Solstice my friends and have a bright and sunny summer time.

Awesome Anthologies – Adventures of a Southern Girl by Linda Sue Walker


Originally posted on Ch'kara SilverWolf:

Today’s Awesome Anthologies is for Adventures of a Southern Girl by friend and fellow author Linda Sue Walker.

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Adventures of a Southern Girl, is a collection of short stories and musings written by a southern girl who has traveled. Most of the short stories are humorous, some are miraculous. All are adventurous. Some stories may even qualify as public service announcements. These stories are relayed in such a way as to keep their southern flavor.

Amazon US:   http://www.amazon.com/Adventures-Southern-Girl-Linda-Walker-ebook/dp/B00AUYINB4/

Amazon UK:   http://www.amazon.co.uk/Adventures-Southern-Girl-Linda-Walker-ebook/dp/B00AUYINB4/

Web/blog:        http://cpd-inc.com/

Twitter:           https://twitter.com/LaloLafleur

Facebook:      https://www.facebook.com/lalo.lafleur?fref=ts&ref=br_tf

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First Chapters – Deadman’s Lament by Linell Jeppsen


suteko:

A great new voice in a different genre

Originally posted on Ch'kara SilverWolf:

Today’s First Chapter is from Deadman’s Lament by friend and fellow author Linell Jeppsen.

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The year is 1872. Twelve-year-old Matthew Wilcox leads a charmed life on his family’s sprawling ranch in Washington Territory until a series of tragic events leave him orphaned and in the clutches of a vicious band of outlaws. Threatened by the gang leader’s perverted cousin, Top Hat, Matthew also faces Indian attacks, dangerous wildlife, and a deadly snowstorm. He survives but burns with an overwhelming hunger for revenge.

Thirteen years later, Matthew – now a Spokane County sheriff – realizes that Top Hat is riding again with a new gang called the Mad Hatters. It means risking his friends, his family and the love of a good woman, but Matthew must find the man who destroyed what he once loved most in the world. To that end, he and his posse venture into Idaho…

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Winter Solstice/Yule in Southern Hemisphere – Summer Solstice/Litha in Northern Hemisphere


Originally posted on Ch'kara SilverWolf:

Saturday June 21st in the Southern Hemisphere is Winter Solstice/Yule and I will be cooking a feast to share with friends.  I wish everyone in the Southern Hemisphere a wonderful cosy winter’s day.  Blessed Be!

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Yule is a time when the waxing sun overcomes the waning sun. The Holly King, which represents the death aspect of God, is overcome by the Oak King who represents the rebirth of the God. It is the time when you conclude the chapter of your life for the year and prepare for the rebirth of the New Year’s lessons and opportunities.

Celebrations vary from tradition to tradition, but there are some similarities that most people will probably recognise.

The festival is associated with fire, and the Yule log. The fire is the tool that returns all to its beginnings, “ashes to ashes”. And prepares the soul for rebirth, the “rise of the Phoenix…

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Winter Solstice/Yule in Southern Hemisphere – Summer Solstice/Litha in Northern Hemisphere


suteko:

Ch’Kara you have the best images

Originally posted on From Ch'kara's Grimoire:

Saturday June 21st in the Southern Hemisphere is Winter Solstice/Yule and I will be cooking a feast to share with friends. I wish everyone in the Southern Hemisphere a wonderful cosy winter’s day. Blessed Be!

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YULE

Yule is a time when the waxing sun overcomes the waning sun. The Holly King, which represents the death aspect of God, is overcome by the Oak King who represents the rebirth of the God. It is the time when you conclude the chapter of your life for the year and prepare for the rebirth of the New Year’s lessons and opportunities.

Celebrations vary from tradition to tradition, but there are some similarities that most people will probably recognise.

The festival is associated with fire, and the Yule log. The fire is the tool that returns all to its beginnings, “ashes to ashes”. And prepares the soul for rebirth, the “rise of the Phoenix…

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