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Input Needed on This Fictional Friday

Yes, I’m a bit late with this today.

Yes, I totally missed last week’s Fictional Friday.

Yes, the earth is round, the sky is sometimes blue, and grass is green–provided you live somewhere with grass.

I had all sorts of good links from other blogs I follow, but I just never could carve out the time last week to assemble it all into a blog post. Humblest of apologies.

This week for Fictional Friday, I’m asking for reader input. Down below are two blurbs for the same fantasy book. For those of you who have been around a while, you may recognize the character’s name. What I’m looking for is feedback. Leave your thoughts either in the comment section below, or via my Facebook Page. Would either one get you to pick up the book? Do you prefer one over the other? Neither? Both? A combination? Any useful shredding/suggestions/comments?

But, before I get to that, I want to give a head’s up on a great event which will be taking place beginning in August. Fall into Fantasy is the brainchild of the amazing Mara Valderann. Each Monday beginning August 25th and running through December 15th, a new fantasy book/series will be featured. There are quite a few authors participating, and giveaways galore – including Amazon gift cards, books, and possibly swag. I hope you’ll stop by, visit the participating authors, and help spread the word via Facebook, Twitter, etc.

Okay, on to the blurbs, have at ‘em!

 The further the fall, the more final the landing.

Unfortunately, for Driev Talbert, the landing didn’t prove as final as he would have liked; taking him from the upper crust of Mossrae to its underbelly and leaving him there. That would have been all well and good had his attempt to save a friend gone the way he planned. He really shouldn’t have been surprised when it didn’t. The gods always enjoyed a good laugh, particularly when it came at Driev’s expense.

But his failure put Driev back in the lap of the Coinblade guild. While being on the wrong side of any of Mossrae’s Shadow Guilds wasn’t a laughing matter, being on the wrong side of the elite Coinblades was suicide. For Driev, whose history with them was one of the memories he tried very hard to avoid uncovering, death would have been preferable. Even a slow torturous one.

When he finds himself dragged back into a life he desperately wanted to leave behind, where political factions don’t care who they misuse, he must chose between facing his own demons, or sacrificing an innocent boy. For Driev, that’s not as easy a decision as it might seem.

***

For Driev Talbert, the choice between facing the demons that have been haunting him, or sacrificing an innocent boy, isn’t as simple as it seems. After spending the past five years in the underside of the underbelly of Mossrae with the intent of leaving nothing more than a rotting corpse in the gutter, the last thing he wants is to return to his old life—no matter how privileged it had been.

But the gods do love a good laugh. More so when delivered at Driev’s expense. When his attempt to save a friend from hanging leaves him saddled with a street urchin who seems to be drawing all the wrong kind of interest, it puts Driev back into the lap of the elite of Mossrae’s Shadow Guilds. For Driev, whose history with the Coinblades was one of the memories he tried very hard to avoid, death would have been preferable. Even a slow torturous one.

Thrust into the middle of political games with deadly consequences, Driev must finally come to terms with his past before it consumes him, and with it the last thing he holds dear.

No, go forth and read. Or write on. Or both! bookworms

Want to be included in Fictional Friday?It’s simple:

  • If you’re an author with an upcoming release, drop me a line via e-mail.
  • If you’re a reader who has just read something outstanding and want to share, likewise.
  • Book signings, release events, quotes, tidbits, industry/indie news etc. etc.? Pass them along.
  • As this is my blog, I reserve the right to not use anything I don’t want to use.

 

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Short and Sweet

Welcome to another glorious Wednesday, and hat’s off to a record-setting turn out of WIPpeteers last week. Outstanding! I hope you got a chance to go visit some of them. Quite a few different genres and writing styles to choose from, but that’s what makes it so great.

ROW80 update first, since I missed Sunday’s: great progress on EoD = two more chapters and a clearer idea of where I think I’m going. Think. Ha! Also, started looking through the first of my Beta notes for CBC/BiS because I miss Driev.

WIPpet next. I’m continuing with the dragon tale. You can read everything leading up to this week’s installment by going here. Today I do some WIPpet math and give you 23 sentences. Month+day. Enjoy.

Dachus shook his head. “He doesn’t want an apprenticeship, he wants a dragon. Obviously, the Proupunua will hire only the most skilled caretakers for the beast.”

“Caretakers? For the beast?” Master Jannis pushed off the dragon and turned to the barn. “We’re done here. Come on, Tork.”

“Done? No!” Dachus dodged the dragon’s tail as it turned to lumber after the master. “Wait. Master Jannis, you don’t understand.”

He stopped in his tracks as she whirled on him, closed the space between them, and jabbed her finger into his chest. “Dragons do not have caretakers. Dragons do not have owners. They cannot be passed around from person to person, and they will not. Be kept. As anyone’s. Pet.”

A pointed jab punctuated each of the last words. Dachus leaned away from the onslaught and rubbed his chest. He glanced over Master Jannis’s shoulder. 

That’s it for me this week. Have a good one!

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An Update for WIPpet Wednesday (Because Catchy Titles Elude Me)

I promised an update on the current state of affairs, being that I’ve been breezing on- and off-line like an errant gust of wind, with just as much to say. Monday I threw my hat in the ROW80 ring once again, so I’m  obligated to play catch up and hence my ROW80 update:

On the writing front things have been…frustrating, slow, *head, desk, repeat*, poke eyes out with sharp pencil, painful. As I’ve moaned about mentioned more than once, Edge of Darkness is fighting me. More precisely, the characters are. I will accept most of the blame. Generally, I tend to be a pantser, which translates into pretty much giving my characters free-rein to do whatever the blazes they want. At least for the first draft. They can be as pretentious, self-serving, gratuitous, and down-right whack as they want. I don’t care, so long as they cough up the story. Which I will then go back and beat into submission with a very large club and a sharpened red pencil (not the same pencil I’ve jabbed into my eye socket above). I haven’t been doing that with EoD for some reason. I’ve been trying to force it, and the loyal crew, to go in directions I *think* they ought to go in. It’s working about as well as you’d expect. Which is to say, it isn’t. Until yesterday when I said enough’s enough, and scattered potato chips on the wind. O_o That translates into: progress made and gets a big :D

I’ve gotten feedback from several betas on The Coinblade Chronicles ~ Bound in Shadows. Some very good stuff. I intend to sit on it a while longer. Just until I get a better jump on EoD because it has to take priority.

On the personal front things have been…hectic, disorganized, and a bit unsettled. None of which help the other fronts. Funny how one thing can grow disproportionally into something else altogether. And then can proceed to disrupt the entire spere that is My World. But, such it is. One way or another it will straighten out. Or it won’t. In either case, the sun rises every morning, sets every night, and some things just need to happen in between.

There, all caught up. Now onto the real reason most of you are here. *cue trumpets* *looks expectantly at Kate* You brought the drums last time. Albeit, a bit late but, nevertheless…okay, here you are, 17 short paragraphs (7+9+1 bonus to end it better) in continuation of last week’s excerpt. And, because I’ve been doling this out in chronological order, I’ve decided to make it easy for you to read what preceded this by going here. Just in case you missed something, or feel the need for context.

“What do you want?” Master Jannis said.

To leave with my life, seemed to be an appropriate answer, but Dachus didn’t need to incite any further ill-will. “I’m here to buy a dragon.”

Master Jannis and the dragon snorted in unison.

“Money is of absolutely no issue,” Dachus said.

“You’re exactly right. It’s no issue whatsoever because there isn’t enough of it in all the kingdoms to get me to sell you a dragon.”

Dachus rolled his shoulders back and lifted his chin. “Do you realize who sent me here?”

“Do you realize it doesn’t matter?”

“Of course it matters!”

“Look,” Master Jannis drew in a deep breath, “dragons aren’t property. They can’t be traded like potatoes.”

“I’m not offering you potatoes.”

She rolled her eyes. “Has your propanow ever even seen a real dragon?”

Dachus cringed at her pronunciation of his lordship’s title. “The Proupunua desires a dragon for his son.”

“I see. Well, has his son every seen a real dragon? Ever fed one? Touched one? Picked up after it? Has he ever ridden one?”

Her emerald eyes bored into him. As bright as they were, they should have been warm and inviting, not dagger sharp.

“I thought not,” she said. “I’d suggest you enroll him in one of the lizard schools down along the coast.” A puff of smoke accompanied the dragon’s sharp exhale, and Dachus moved back into the fence. “They’re similar enough to the real thing that he’ll at least have some idea which end is up. Give him a couple years down there –”

“A couple years?”

“– and if he comes back with a glowing recommendation from one of the professors, I might consider taking him as an apprenticeship.”

 

Aaaaannnnd…I just killed a blood-filled mosquito on my enter key. Glorious. See you back here for Fictional Friday! Go WIP up something marvelous.

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Like a Yo-Yo, Time to ROW…ROW

 

I admit, I’m not the best at keeping up with ROW80 goals and bounce in and out like a yo-yo. Never-the-less, a new round is ensuing, and I am yo-yoing back into it. I just had four days off and wrote exactly zero words. Technically, I wrote a few. Less than a hundred. Some on a plot outline, and some on a scene that has no connection to anything, but popped into my head and so went into my journal lest I forget it. Not that it will ever amount to anything more than any other journal entry, but one never knows.

If you’ve not been to this blog before, or missed the other rounds, you might wonder what ROW80 is. You’re in luck. You can go here and read all about it. To summarize, it’s the writing challenge that knows you have a life. In actuality, not so much a challenge as an accountability.

My goals for this round are…drum roll, please. What do you mean, ‘No one brought the drums.’? Who was in charge of providing drums? You see, things are getting awfully lax around here. Can I at least get some flying monkey chatter then? Excellent, my goals are:

  1. Bust a move on Edge of Darkness, Book Three in the Darkness & Light Series. And by ‘bust a move’ I mean figure out what the blazes is going on and just power through the first draft, worrying about plot, structure, grammar, consistency, character arcs, and overall tight writing, once I have the story down. I already had to do away with a character I brought in who I really enjoyed. I just couldn’t make him work. I haven’t given up hope that somewhere along the line he comes back in. He keeps telling me he has a part to play.
  2. Look over Beta notes on Bound in Shadow and start the final edits on that. Also need to decide which route that one is going to take.
  3. Schedule writing time on weekends and days off and stick with it. Which not only involves keeping off the internet (oh ye great time-sucking, bright shiny, you!), but also involves getting the hubby to respect that time and not distract me until such times is over.

There. Three simple goals. I should be able to handle that, right? Care to know what other ROWers are up to? Check the Linky here.

 

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All For One on Fictional Friday

Today for Fictional Friday, I bring you my latest obsession…BBC’s The Musketeers

Yes, it’s a television series but it is still fiction.  Period fiction. Gorgeous in its costuming and location shots. Yes, the UK is already done viewing Season 1 and anxiously awaiting season 2, but here in the US S1 didn’t premier until the end of June. Yes, there are some reviews of it that are less than flattering, but c’mon people, just relax will you? It’s an hour fifteen minutes (on BBC-America, with commercials, and I’m guessing from images I’ve seen via the web some cut scenes) of swords, muskets, fun, awesome costumes, incredible locations, and eye-candy for all persuasions–including the horse-lovers among us. Take it for the escapism it is and just enjoy. I certainly do. Of course, I’ve loved nearly every version of the Three Musketeers that I’ve seen, so it’s no surprise this series hooked me. Aramis has always been my favorite character and, yes, he still is.

As for books…I’m still sorely behind in reviews. Okay, I’m sorely behind in quite a bit. Catching up after several weeks of a very busy schedule, combined with a grand funk I’m finding it hard to break out of, have conspired to pummel me into the dirt. I’ll work it out. Eventually.

Until then, I’m now into Krista Walsh’s second book in the Meratis Trilogy, Eventide. Loving it. Giving all the feels to Corey and he’s not even…*sniff* Let’s not go there, shall we? *glares across cyberspace at Evil Author*

Other Fictional gleanings for this week include:

  • If you need suggestions for your TBR list, visit Chuck Wendig’s blog post on New Summer Reads http://terribleminds.com/ramble/2014/06/22/new-summer-books/ and venture into the comments. Feel free to add your own suggestions. All genres are represented here so take a peek.
  • It’s no secret I love a good fictional pirate. But, on a more serious note, I don’t love modern day, real life pirates in any of their incarnations. Although some of you may not know Book Piracy is a thing, and does exist, well…it is and it does and readers and authors all suffer thanks to it. To help spread the word, check out the latest blog post from Kait Nolan on EBOOK FRAUD.

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Do You Know What Day it Is?

Hump day?

No, silly camel. WIPpet Wednesday. Mine is sort and sweet as I have ten minutes before I have to take dogs out and then get my butt off to the dayjob. I promise a catch-up post one of these days. Maybe part of Fictional Friday.

Anyhow, for the second of July, two paragraphs from the nonWIP WIP that everyone seems to be enjoying. Continuing right on from where we left off last week with Dachus putting his foot in…well…several things. You can read the excerpt here, I’ve also given you the last bit  of it prior to this weeks offering, just to give you the roll-in…

Dachus snorted. “You can’t be a Dracon Master, you’re a –”

She arched a dark, slender brow at him and leaned back against the dragon’s upper shoulder, arms folded across her chest. And the beast — Dachus swore it chuckled at him.

He cleared his throat and brushed imaginary lint from his brocade doublet. “What I mean is, I didn’t realize the Dracon Court accepted half–”

The woman’s eyes narrowed, and the dragon’s head angled toward Dachus, lips pulling back just enough to reveal a hint of tooth.

 

Have a great Fourth of July holiday if you’re in the states, and an otherwise grand week if you’re not. :)

 

 

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Bound to be Fictional Friday

Welcome to another speedy issue of Fictional Friday.

And sorry to make this so short and sweet today. But the past two weeks have put me way behind. Besides, what can top Kate’s release?

Why reading is important…

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