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Happy Holidays from the ROW80 Camp

First I want to wish everyone a Happy Holiday Season. No matter how you choose to celebrate, or what your beliefs, have fun, be safe, enjoy time with friends and family, feast until you can’t move, drink what suits you, laugh, love, and remember that each day is a gift.

Moving on…I realize a great many of my ROW80 updates have been bemoaning the slow progress I seem to be making on Book Three of my Darkness & Light Series. Last week I looked at this graphic on my Writeometer ap… 2014-12-16-07-35-18-1Wow. When you put it that way…

Anyhow, I’ve entered the beginning of the end and still have high hopes for completion by the end of the year — even with the holidays in there. So next year you’ll get to read me going on about the editing of it, and the release, and all that fun stuff. The next writing project on my plate is Roe and Fader’s tale in the (tentatively titled) The Adorned. If you haven’t met Roe and Fader yet, check out my WIPpet Wednesday posts over the last few months–they seem to be well liked. Then there will be the decision on what to do with Driev. That is coming soon. Wow! That could mean potentially three books released next year. *gulp*

Whoa! Schwengel, what the heck?!!? That’s crazy talk, that’s what that is.

*breathes into paper bag*

I think I’m getting ahead of myself. Oh yeah…way ahead.

I haven’t written much on Edge of Darkness since last Wednesday, but I have been plot noodling (yes, thank you subconscious, for making it impossible to fall asleep and then waking me at 3:00 a.m. with more pesterings), and fully intend to get lots of words down tomorrow and Tuesday. (Even though tomorrow will be partially taken up by errands and gatherings.)

 

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Diving in Head First or Going in Bottom Up

It’s all about perspective, really. Glass half full. Glass half empty. Tomato. Tohmahto. Things have been a bit hectic since last week and I can’t really say I found my mojo yet, but I have hope that it’s lingering right around the corner. I plan for the last two weeks of this year to be phenomenally constructive because as of the 19th I am off until January 5th. So, of course, I have all sorts of goals:

  • Finish the first draft of Edge of Darkness
  • Decide on what to do with Coinblade Chronicles and either get that synopsis written or formulate a marketing plan/release date.
  • Spend some time plot noodling over The Adorned, and show Roe and Fader some love.
  • Catch up on reviews I owe some fantastic writers. I fell down on that, and they deserve better.
  • Work on some graphic jobs that are writing related.
  • Blog/website/marketing stuff. Yeah, you heard me. Stuff.

I have other things on my list that aren’t writing related, but those I’m going to stick in as I can when I need a break. I’d like to redo the floor in my office but that would mean moving everything out, which would really disrupt my working schedule. And everything is a lot–drawing table, book case, work bench, standing desk, file cabinet, dog crate… Still, if I can kick it in the tail I could maybe get it done in a day…or two…and it would force me to really organize and clean up the clutter chaos stacks of shite – just clean up.

Then there are the holidays. Girl’s Night with two of my favorite women in the world, Christmas Eve at my brother’s…a few other social outings. So, yeah, when I have so-called free time, it fills faster than a rain barrel in a deluge.

And now, onto this week’s WIPpet. More from The Adorned (because while I was taking a mental break from EoD this week I added just over 3k words to Roe & Fader’s tale). This takes place a bit after last week’s installment, and that’s about all the context I’m going to give. 17 paragraphs (some of which are very short dialog so stop panicking) for the 17th day of December. Sorry, all Roe this week. No Fader.

Roe turned down a side street and ducked into the first alley she came to. Going back would have to wait until her muscles no longer objected. For now, she needed a quick mark to get some coin. Something that didn’t require climbing and would bring enough to give Tuter his tithe, as well as pad her own purse. Only one place offered that kind of potential this time of night, and she’d have to cross through Barber territory to get there. Not usually a problem. The guilds of the Unheld City were quite civil with one another these days, though that hadn’t always been the case. Before there were princes the guilds fought like rats over scraps. From the way Roe heard it, they’d turned the Unheld City into a battle ground before things got sorted out.

All that happened way before Roe’s time. Now, plying one’s trade in another guild’s territory meant getting their prince’s blessing, but just passing through didn’t usually cause a stir.

Which made it all the more unnerving when Roe picked up three tails before getting even two streets past Barber borders. At first she thought coincidence put one behind her. After she made several quick turns and a change of direction before doubling back, and noticed another behind her and one on the rooftops, she realized the gods were turning a blind eye to her this night, and wondered how much sway Tuter really had.

“Gild Fingers.”

Roe stopped and rolled her eyes skyward. “Hiya, Pip.”

“Bide a moment.”

A figure dropped down into the alleyway; taller than Roe, reed-thin, wearing a cloak and hood and probably more weapons than a small armory.

“What have I done?” Roe asked, keeping her hands in plain sight.

Pip shoved his hood back, running a gloved hand through waves of dingy blond hair–a casual gesture that no doubt included a signal to his two pals behind her. “Guilty conscience?”

“Me? Always.”

He stepped up close and in a flash had an arm around her waist, his mouth covering hers in a kiss that sent tingles through her. “Miss you, duchess.”

Roe licked her lips. “Riddle will slide a blade through my ribs if she finds out you did that.”

He laughed but didn’t let her go. “More’n likely she’ll slice me tallywags off and hang ‘em in Cheater’s.”

“Or I will,” Roe said.

She started to twist out of his embrace when something pricked her below the ribs. Pip’s expression–what she could see of it in darkness of the alley–hadn’t changed. “We’ve a problem.”

Roe glanced down. “Yeah. One of your stickers is nudging my guts in a rude manner. Is it happy to see me?”

“I am. Truly. But my prince…not as much. I’m supposed to give you a message, then escort you back the way you came.”

And now a quick ROW80 update, apologies for missing Sunday’s. EoD continues to creep toward The End. I’m not sure how satisfied I am with bits of it, but until I finish and can go back and read the entire thing straight through, I won’t know for sure. Then it will be off to my Betas. You lovelies know who you are. Gird your loins or some such thing. I’m hoping to toss it your collective way in *cough* January *cough*

I have high hopes, I do.

All right, now I’m dashing. WIPpeteers and ROWers to visit, words to put down, projects to conquer, mojo to wrangle. Going to dive into 2015 head first. Yeah. Like that. Oh, and Shan’s word this week was “horse’s”. Let’s see what Trip and T’Pol do with that!

 

 

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Cover Reveal Flames of Redemption

You get a bonus post today as I join in the cover reveal for Flames of Redemption by our very own WIPpeteer Fallon Brown. Not only that, but you get an excerpt as well! If you like firefighters, cps, romance, and oozing tension, you’ll want to put this book on your TBR list. Add it to your Goodreads page here.

Title: Flames of Redemption
Cover Design: Marianne Nowicki
Release Date: January 2015

FlamesofRedemptionSmallerWebUseKayla Brooke has firefighting in her blood. She followed her father’s footsteps into the Crystal Glen Fire Department, but when she shows an interest in the whys, she moves into her uncle’s path; fire investigation. Fighting the flames has cost her: a man she thought she’d loved and friends taken by the flames that call to her. After her fiance walked out on her because he could handle what she was, she never expected another man to light a different kind of fire in her blood. Until Adrian Riley ran into her life.

 Adrian Riley came from a family of cops, but he decided to start over in a town where no one knows his family. Now, on the fast track to promotion, he thinks this new case could be the key to proving himself. Then, he butts heads with a hotheaded firefighter on the scene, and his whole world turns upside down. She could be the key to everything, or the one weakness that could take him down.

 They fight the sparks that threaten to burn them both. But, once they light, there’s no stopping the blaze. Kayla’s been burned before, but this time the flames may consume her. When more fires start, they know it’s more than a simple case. But, when the arsonist seems to have turned his attention to Kayla, Adrian will do everything within his power to keep her safe, even stand between her and the fire.

 

EXCERPT:

When she stepped outside, though, the cop was still there. She couldn’t see his face as he leaned over the railing of the porch, but she still recognized him. The lines of his back were as strong as his front even with his coat on. Maybe it was a good thing that he reminded her of a fighter. He’d fight for this family, for Josh, if it did turn out to be arson.

Something about his posture now was different than when he’d been inside. The bowed back, his head hanging down. He couldn’t have been hurt in the time it took to walk out here, but she knew not all pain was physical. She was sure of it when a shudder passed over his body. What was wrong with him? She hadn’t gotten the impression he had known Josh. He hadn’t seemed affected inside.

She took a step toward him but backed away again when he spun toward her. His hand reached toward his side, where he was probably used to wearing a shoulder holster. He wouldn’t carry a gun to a funeral home though, would he? His jacket lifted, revealing the badge on his belt.

She held her hands up and worked up a smile. “I come in peace.”

He relaxed a bit, but something still held him rigid. The pain was evident in those hard blue eyes. “You’re one of Josh Nunley’s colleagues.”

His voice put her on edge. Her own back stiffened. “One of his sisters, so to speak. What are you doing here? Aren’t we allowed peace to grieve our brother’s loss?”

“I wasn’t trying to get in the way,” he said. “In fact, I tried to be as unobtrusive as possible. I’ve lost colleagues in the line of duty before. I understand. But I still have a job to do. I would think you’d want me to find who is responsible for your friend’s death.”

About Fallon Brown:

Fallon Brown was born and raised in a tiny town in the northwestern corner of Pennsylvania. At one time, she dreamed of having a cabin in the woods or mountains where she could be left alone to write. Instead she spent three years studying psychology before realizing that wasn’t for her. She now lives outside of a slightly larger small town in the same corner of her home state with her husband, two children, dog, and cat.

She spends her days interfering in the lives of fictional characters while trying to keep a semblance of a clean house. Often the clean house bit fails. She published her first novel, Duty to Protect, in April of 2014, and with all the characters crowding in her head, there is more to come.

You can find her around the online world at:  Blog   Twitter    Facebook  &  Goodreads

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Fall into Fantasy Week 17 ~ Krista Walsh

**Editor’s Note: I met this week’s author via an on-line forum, and from there was lucky enough to join her in two projects, Devin O’Branagan’s Of The Blood Anthology (based on the best selling Witch Hunt), and Greylands, a collaborative anthology based on Krista’s imaginary world. Both of which are available on my Published Works page. You will definitely want to add Krista’s Meratis Trilogy to your collection.**

This is the last week of the Fall into Fantasy Tour! I hope you all found plenty of great books to add to your collections. I know I did! Now, go here for this week’s Rafflecopter giveaway.

Week 17: Meratis Trilogy
Book One: Evensong
By Krista Walsh

Author Jeff Powell wakes up to find the impossible has happened. He is within his own novel—summoned into the fictional world of Feldall’s Keep by a spell he didn’t write. One the House enchantress hasn’t figured out how to reverse.

 
When the villain he’s been struggling to write reveals himself, unleashing waves of terror and chaos, Jeff must use more than his imagination to save the characters he created—and the woman he loves.
 
Trapped within a world of his own creation, he must step outside the bounds of his narrative to help his characters defeat an evil no one anticipated, even if he must sacrifice his greatest gift. In the end, he has to ask: are novels really fiction, or windows into other worlds?

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ABOUT KRISTA WALSH

Known for witty, vivid characters, Krista Walsh never has more fun than getting them into trouble and taking her time getting them out. After publishing a few short stories and novellas in various anthologies, she has now released her own anthology, the serial collection Greylands. When not writing, or working at her day job, she can be found reading, gaming, or watching a film – anything to get lost in a good story. She currently lives in Ottawa, Ontario.

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Wednesday’s Cool Title Goes Here

**Editor’s note: That post title is as good as it gets today. Feel free to insert a better one in your head. **

So yeah, it’s Wednesday, and that means it’s time for a WIPpet and a ROW80 update and…I’m just not feeling it. My mojo done gogo. Yup. It’s been one of those weeks. And I had more of a post written, but then I deleted it because it was a downer, and that’s not what anyone visits here to get.

Instead, I give you this. The song I’ve been looping all week. No video, but that’s okay because it’s the words that count. Kasey Chambers and Shane Nicholson combine nicely.

I also give you 10 sentences from The Adorned for the 10th of December. Nothing too cold here.

Roe couldn’t help herself, she reached out a hand and traced the new line of black along Fader’s ribs where the wound had been only two days before. His muscles rippled beneath her touch.

“You should not do that,” Fader said, but didn’t make to stop her.

“That’s not possible–the wound I mean.” She looked up at him, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. “What are you?”

“Hunted. Marked.” He watched her without expression. “You have heard of the Adorned?”

As for my progress on Edge of Darkness… Words. Plot twists. Moving forward. So that’s all good.

 

  Now, I’m outta here to find my mojo. If you see it, let me know.

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Fall Into Fantasy Week 16 ~ with L. Blankenship

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Week 16: The Disciple Series by L. Blankenship

War is coming. Kate Carpenter is only a peasant girl, but she’s determined to help defend the kingdom and its bound saints against the invading empire. Her healing magic earned her a coveted apprenticeship with the master healer; now she must prove herself ready to stand in the front lines and save lives.

She’s not ready for the attentions of a ne’er-do-well knight and the kingdom’s only prince, though. This is no time to be distracted by romance — the empire’s monstrous army will tear through anyone standing between them and the kingdom’s magical founts. All disciples must put aside their tangled feelings and stand in the homeland’s defense.

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EXCERPT:

“You couldn’t sleep either?”

At the whisper, I looked up from struggling to lace my boots with trembling hands. My master stepped into my dormitory room, adding his lamp’s light to my candle.
 
“Why must I dress as a boy?” I whispered back. Perhaps I was not so buxom, but I doubted I’d fool anyone. “This makes little sense.”
 
“Patience.” Master Parselev placed his lamp on my writing-table and checked my packed bags. “They’re gathering at the chapel already. None of us got much sleep, it seems.”
 
The straw mattress creaked when I stood, boots laced and the woolen hose sagging between my thighs. I ran my fingers around my waist, under my layered cotes, to check the drawstring. “Are these right, Master?” I’d strung the hose and braies together as best I could guess and as memory was my Blessing I had no excuse for failing. Men’s underthings weren’t much concern to me — if I saw such, or more, it was while the man lay bleeding on the surgery table.
 
“If they stay up, it’s right. Good. This too.” He slung a heavy felt cloak across my shoulders and pinned it on. The hood buried my face in shadows; my blonde braid, even wrapped around my head, would give me away.
 
I asked, “Master, this journey will be long, won’t it?” Parselev had given me more clothes than I’d ever owned to pack in those bags. All heavy winter woolens, too. “Shouldn’t you go, then?”
 
He looked down at me, mouth quirking to one side. Master was a greybeard, said to be over a hundred years old, but his kir kept his eyes bright and his face lightly creased. I had only been his apprentice two years. Surely I could not be ready for this.
 
“It must be you, Kate,” was all he said. He carried one of my bags, and I took the other.
 
Wreathed in breath-clouds, we crossed the Order’s campus. Low on the horizon, the slim, waxing crescent of the Shepherd hung golden, all seven of his Flock scattered in the sky behind him. He gave the only hint that dawn was coming. The cloak kept me marvelously warm, even in the chilly breeze. No frost this morning, not yet, but it was only a few weeks off.
 
Master un-bolted the side gate and led me to the door of the Grand Chapel. Horses waited on the grass, many horses chewing at their bits and shaking their heads, most of them with knights in the saddles. The knights’ black tabards, worn over suits of mail, had a white horse embroidered on the right shoulder and two gold stars on the left, marking them knights and Prince’s Guard as well. Kite shields and bucket helms hung on their saddles, in easy reach.
 
Several of the horses stood with empty saddles, collectively held by a couple of pageboys, and that gave me pause. I’d never been on a horse; I was only a peasant girl. But it could not be so awful, I told myself, so I gripped my cloak a little tighter and followed Master Parselev inside.
 
My new boots rang too loudly in the empty chapel, and when I slowed to lighten my step I fell behind. Only one lamp burned on the high table before the icons, and its light was mostly blocked by those gathered below the two steps. Faces were cast in shadow as they turned toward us — all looming in the dim light, some cloaked like me, others not — and I knew none of them. I kept my head down as I joined my master before them, glad the hood hid my face.
 
“Not ready, Elect?” one asked, his voice low but strong. “Who’s this?”
 
“My apprentice will safeguard the travelers,” my master answered. “She has —”
 
“What?” The man stepped closer, his shoulders blocking out the light.
 
“Majesty, she’s my finest student.” Parselev put up a hand when the stranger reached for my hood.
 
My knees trembled as the word echoed in my head. Majesty. I stood before the king of Wodenberg. Wobbling a bit, I dropped to one knee in obeisance, fist pressed to my heart. The king yanked off my hood while I stared at the flagstone floor, pulse pounding.
 
“This girl?” the king demanded. “You trust a mere disciple with this mission?”

 

ABOUT L. BLANKENSHIP

L. Blankenship started writing animal stories as a kid and it’s just gotten completely out of hand since then. Now she’s out publishing her gritty fantasy and hard science fiction adventures. L grew up in New Hampshire but currently lives near Washington, DC.

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Living in the Moment

This is living in the moment. This is a 12 year old dog who has no clue he’s 12 because what’s age but a number? This is dancing like no one’s watching, or just not caring if someone is because, hey, you just feel like dancing. This is happiness, and joy, and “I’m making snow angel trails because I like to and it’s fun.”

This is what we forget to do when we reach that magical thing called Adulthood. We become ‘too old to act like that’.

Well I cry PHOOEY! I declare we tap into our inner dog, our inner child, and have fun for the mere sake of having fun. Live in the moment. And when someone asks why you don’t act your age, tell them, “I’ve never been this age before, I don’t know how to act. Have you got a manual?”

Thus ends the Random Non-Writing Related Thoughts portion of this post. On to ROW80 updates.

I have added words. Many words. Many emotionally draining, nail-biting, ERMAHGARD WHAT ARE THEY DOING NOW?!!? words. In the world of writing, it has been a fun week. Plus, hey, I’m less than 40k away from my self-imposed word limit. Yeah. Will I succeed in finishing by the end of this round? That’s, what? Three weeks, I think. Um…likely not. Then again, I’m off from the 19th thru the 4th so no telling what will happen.

Now, go have fun.

 

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