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Whirling on WIPpet Wednesday

What a whirlwind this past week has been! My brain is just buzzing.

I’ve made mega-strides on getting EoD one step closer to Beta reading status. Those of you who have read the first two, if you’re interested in filling a Beta spot, please let me know. I foresee having this beast ready for reading by the end of the month.

On the BiS front, I’ve started up a street team which is something I’ve never tried before. I’m feeling very optimistic and really enthusiastic about it. If you didn’t get an e-mail invite to join, and really want to be part of it — check you inbox, check your junk mail, if you see nothing, let me know. I am limiting the numbers, just to keep it from getting too crazy. Already a lost cause in some regards. It’s in its infancy, with the really big push not scheduled to begin until September. For anyone who wants to help spread the word without joining the street team, I’ll have a banner with the pertinent info and some other graphics you can share in the coming weeks.

Remember, if you want to stay up to date on the latest, like my author fb page. That’s where I’ll be sharing a lot of what’s happening in the writing world. I also share posts, images, and humorous tidbits on writing, reading, and anything else that catches my ey.

Okay, on to today’s WIPpet. It happens to be the hub’s birthday, but I don’t have any excerpts related to that to share in his honor. Instead — flying monkeys, confetti, horns tooting, some version of the Happy Birthday song and — back to the real reason we’re here on this auspicious day. WIPpet time! Pulling from EoD again, I went to the current Chapter Eight (month), down 15 paragraphs (year) to give you the following twelve (day) paragraphs. This takes place shortly after last week’s very short excerpt.

Berk glanced past her. The men had dispersed, one going into a nearby shop, one heading back down the avenue, and the other crossing toward the residential area of the city. He blew out a sigh and relaxed his hold on his sword. Goddess above, just because someone wore a woolen cloak to ward off the chill didn’t make them a marauder. He rubbed a hand across his forehead, stopping when he caught Ciara’s concerned look.

“I’m fine,” he said, before she could ask the question poised on her lips. He forced a bit of false cheer through the irritation, and resumed his role of guide, sweeping his arm out to indicate the row of merchant shops that lined the avenue. “You’ll want to come back here during the Springtide Festival. The shopkeepers try to outdo one another with decorations. It’s even better in the evening. They spare no expense in lighting their shops. Some even enlist magic users to create… ” He trailed off, his smile fading under Ciara’s continued scrutiny. “What?”

“Did you use the herbs I left the other night? The ones to help you sleep?”

“Yes.”

Ciara’s eyes narrowed.

“I thought you wanted a tour of the city,” Berk said. “If you’ve changed your mind, we can go back.”

“I –“

“Hold there, Guardsmen.” The order came from behind them, in the direction of the castle.

Six soldiers approached, all wearing the amber uniforms of the Council Guard. Berk recognized their leader; Captain Marshall, a few years older than him, and just highborn enough to feel entitled. He brushed past Jorny and Pehl to stop in front of Berk, flanked by two of his men. The other three took up positions around them as though expecting trouble.

In the hierarchy of Nisair’s assorted military factions, the Emperor’s Guard held the top rung. The Council Guard, a notch below in all but their own eyes. As the chosen guards for the Imperial Mages, they felt they should be accorded more respect and a higher degree of authority than the Emperor’s Guard. In Berk’s experience, none felt that more strongly than Captain Marshall.

Berk faced the captain, putting an arm back to tuck Ciara behind him. Marshall’s eyes flicked her way, his nose twitching as though he smelled something offensive.

“She’s to come with us,” he said, drawing his gaze back to Berk, an obvious challenge in his expression and stance. “Stand aside.”

Have a great day!

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Looking Forward on WIPpet Wednesday

Happiest of Wednesdays, one and all! You know, summer is busy for me. I make no apologies. And that’s why I’ve been somewhat absent of late. This month isn’t too bad, September and October will be hectic, and then things start to smooth out. Along with working my dog, going to Cow Camp, keeping up with projects around the farm, and life-in-general, I’ve been thrown eye-balls deep in editing/redrafting on both Edge of Darkness and Bound in Shadow. I’m getting notes back from Alphas on EoD, and last week I received the first half of edits on BiS. Exciting all the way around. And, in case you missed it on Twitter and FB, there is this (if you’d like to share at any time, let me know, I have a similar graphic with my name on it):

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Which pretty much makes it an official thing. Even though no date has been set in stone, it’s looking like some time in November for the release. Some of you will be getting an e-mail from me as I work through my marketing ideas. I’ve got plans. Many, many plans. Those of you not included on the email are still near and dear to me (and Driev) and I’ll be announcing ways you can help as well. Or, feel free to contact me with your own suggestions. I will have ARCs available for anyone who would like to read and review. If you want to be on that list, drop me a pm or put it in the comments.

EoD should also be released before the year’s end, so you Bolin and Ciara fans can stop panicking. It’s coming. I swear. And I’m feeling far better about it than I did early on. This one quite thoroughly beat the stuffing out of me.

In any case, it’s Wednesday, and that means WIPpets. For the time being I’ve had to push Roe and Fader to the back burner. Don’t worry, just like Arnold, they’ll be Bach.

*waits for groans to die down*

Moving on… since I’m drafting on Edge of Darkness I’ve decided to take my WIPpet from that. I went to what is currently Chapter Eight for the month, and I grabbed the 5th paragraph for the day.

She arched an eyebrow at him. “That’s it? Sorry?”

Mwahahahahaha!

And now I’m off. Have a great rest of your week.
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Write Naked ~ Because Education Should Be Fun

I will admit, I don’t pick up a lot of craft books. Mainly because my reading time is limited and when I’m not reading for pleasure, I’m Beta reading or editing. I have started more craft books than I can name and fully intend to return to them at some point. It’s rare I pick one up and read it cover-to-cover. Even rarer still to find myself giggling through it. Most are, in my humble opinion, a bit dry. Often redundant. Some even read like they were written by a motivational speaker who has gotten into the schnapps.

This book…WritingNakedCovermanaged to be one of the rare ones, and I highly recommend it whether you’re a newbie looking for guidance, a veteran needing some reminders, or anywhere in between. Also, if you have a class to teach, use this book. Your students will thank you. Warning — bring your sense of humor. One of the things I love about Josh Langston’s writing is his sharp wit, and he manages to keep it handy even in the throws of instruction. I mean, come on, people, he titled his book Write Naked (Oh, but Google is going to have a blast with that one!).

As the back cover states: WritingNakedBlurb

Chapters are short and concise, and include exercises at the end — for your writerly brain, not your physical body. I have already dog-eared the chapter on commas. It seems I have an issue with those. Possibly semi-colons as well. Probably because a semi-colon is basically a hyped up comma. Right?

Anywho… I digress. If you enjoy the lighter side of learning, then this book is for you. If you need to brush up on some of the finer points of penning prose, this book is for you. If you just want to be entertained whilst expanding your horizons, yeah, you guessed it. Go. Now. Enjoy.

You can grab your very own copy of Write Naked by going here (or, apparently, by raiding Mr. Langston’s trunk or attending one of his classes — and I can only imagine the fun that would be!). 

I leave you with a bit about the author (and my favorite picture of him):

Josh in stocksJosh Langston writes books which amuse, anger, enlighten and entertain. He regularly mines history for background material that’s little known but reliably fascinating. His plots are complex, interconnected and layered with humor and suspense; his characters are rarely predictable, and even his bad guys tend to be both engaging and diabolical.

A graduate of Georgia State University with a degree in journalism, Josh’s writing tastes quickly shifted away from reportage. His fiction has been published in a variety of magazines and anthologies, and he currently has two short story collections in the Amazon top 20 for genre fiction.

Thrice nominated for Georgia Author of the Year by the Georgia Writer’s Association, Josh has branched out more recently into contemporary thrillers and currently has seven such titles on the market along with an historical fantasy trilogy set in the 1st century BC, plus a handful of short story collections.

The 12,000-year-old Whisper, his latest novel, is set in two worlds separated by a dozen millennia.

Published by Janda Books, Whisper will debut on October 1, 2015.

 

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Cover Reveal Alicia a Short Story by Gloria Weber

The WIPpeteers are really getting it out there lately. Today, I share in spreading the word for the upcoming release of Gloria Weber’s short story Alicia due out August 18 by Solstice Publishing’s imprint Summer Solstice. Here’s a bit of a teaser…

aliciapromobody2Oooh… murder mystery with a twist. As you can see from the trailer…

Mark you calendars and add Alicia to your TBR list!

A bit about the Author.
Gloria Weber lives in Ohio with her husband, son, daughter, and many pets. She has been writing for publication since March 2006 with over a dozen titles published. Her favorite letter is L.

You can connect with Gloria via her Website, Twitter @GloriaWeberG+, Facebook, and Goodreads.

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Cover Reveal First Choice, Second Chance a Romance by Fallon Brown

Today I’m sharing fellow WIPpeteer’s Fallon Brown‘s cover reveal for her novel First Choice, Second Chance, the first in her small town contemporary romance series Kurztown, set to be released 8/18/15. And, just to keep you in suspense just a bit longer, the blurb:

One wrong choice doesn’t have to lead to another

Seven years ago, he watched her drive away.

Lila Corelli was the love of Mason Akeley’s life, but she chose a music career and another man over him. He thought it would destroy him, but he’s been scraping by; on the family farm and in life. Now, she’s back in town, and he feels like he’s barely hanging on.

She made a wrong choice.

Lila knows she made a mistake. She thought she had been on the right path; to her career, love, her life. Instead, she never saw the disaster one wrong choice could cause. Now, with everything gone, she returns to her hometown, hoping to find her way to a new path.

Mason’s love for Lila has never died, but he’s afraid to open himself to be hurt again. Lila chose the wrong future once, and she worries she’ll be making another bad choice that will only lead to more destruction. But, if they can untangle their past from their present, they just might be able to find their future together.

Okay, ready for it?

The great cover, designed by Marianne Nowicki (http://www.premadebookcovershop.com)

The great cover, designed by Marianne Nowicki (http://www.premadebookcovershop.com)

And to add to your excitement, an excerpt of your very own.

He held up a hand to stop her. “Give me a shot of Jack.” He caught Lila at the edge of his vision. “Actually make it a double.”

Jess hesitated then poured the drink and passed it over to him. He took the first sip and winced at the burn. He wasn’t sure if he would ever get used to it. The whiskey warmed the parts of him that had gone cold with Lila’s arrival. He kept his eyes focused on the wall across the bar as he took the second sip. He still knew the moment she stepped up beside him. He didn’t know if her scent still lived in his memory and he recognized it, or if it went deeper. He didn’t even have to hear her voice. It was in his head, in his dreams, every day and every night. When she ordered a drink, it twisted around his heart again.

His fingers tightened around the glass. He was almost afraid it would shatter right there in his fist. He dragged in some air through his nose, but it only came back out sounded strangled. He started to turn away. He needed to put some space between them. He couldn’t handle having her so close. As soon as he took a step, her hand was on his arm, the muscles in it cording tighter. “Mason.”

He was going to explode, shatter into tiny pieces no one would ever be able to put back together again. He had to get away. He didn’t even respond to her saying his name. He set the glass on the top of the bar. It must have been harder than he planned because a crack sounded when he did it. He didn’t even look back. “Put it on my tab, Jess. All of it.”

His head pounded. He didn’t think it was the alcohol or the music. It was Lila. It had always been Lila. He pushed out through the door. Then braced his hand against the side of the building and squeezed his eyes shut. The door opened again, and he didn’t even look behind him. Instead he strode across the small parking lot to his truck. She called his name again, but he didn’t stop. He checked his mirror to make sure she wasn’t right behind him, he certainly didn’t hate her that much. She still stood close to the building. She had her arms wrapped around her, and stared after him. His eyes started to burn. Then, he backed out of his parking spot and pulled out of the lot. The gravel spun under his tires, but he didn’t care. He wanted to put distance between them. Before he lost the grip he barely kept on his sanity.

Awesome stuff! Add it on Goodreads or pre-order now.

A bit about the author: 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.

Follow her on Goodreads, Facebook, Twitter, and don’t forget to check out her blog for all the latest news and updates.

 

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Close to the Edge

I will admit, I have not done much writing over the past week. Several reasons. One of which is this

It still needs some tweaks but it's close.

It still needs some tweaks but it’s close.

Even though EoD is in the hands of Alphas and will likely need much revision once it’s back, I am ever hopeful it will soon be ready for the world.

Also, lots of planning and scheming and researching and planning and scheming all for our favorite boy, Driev. I want to make his coming out the bash of the decade. As soon as I get a clearer idea of when that will be, I will be offering up ARCs of Bound in Shadow for review and taking offers of help in spreading the word. Be forewarned.

In betwixt, I’m dealing with an irritated sciatic nerve. Anyone have any great solutions for that? It’s really starting to tick me off. I’m not a patient er… patient. Nor am I tolerant of things like this. Grrrrrr.

Anyhow, my WIPpet math this week goes like this — I wrote this post yesterday, so 14 sentences for the 14th on the 15th. And, yesterday was apparently my Fourth Anniversary as a WordPress blogger, so consider this the celebration. For context, Roe has just told Fader something that didn’t get her the reaction she expected…

 “Is there something you didn’t understand in all that?” she asked, irritation making her voice sharp. “Should… I… speak… slow… er?”

“What is it I have done to earn such ire? I did not force you out upon the street yestermorn.”

Roe twirled a braid around her finger, and bit the inside of her cheek. “No. My own stupidity did that. Them with long noses find trouble more often than not.”

The hood tipped. “Your nose is not overly long.”

“It’s a saying, you –” Roe’s scowl deepened because his eyes had brightened in mirth. She opened her mouth to say something scathing when the bar maid reappeared, balancing the trenchers on her forearms. She delivered them and two mugs with impressive dexterity and not a drop spilled.

Not sure if I’ll be around next Wednesday as I leave for OH early in the am and won’t be back until late Monday.

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Bound in Shadow in the Land of Tradition

Wednesday I mentioned I would give you the final wrap-up on the agenting of Bound in Shadow ~ The Coinblade Chronicles. A while back I wrote this post which summed up BiS~CBC‘s history, and my foray into the world of Traditional Publishing. Not my first time in that rodeo, but a lot has changed. And nothing has changed. *sigh* It’s still many hoops and much time with little result.

Anyhow, if you want the background, follow the link above to the original post. My update is thus:

  • A total of 40 queries sent out.
  • 1 partial request which then resulted in a rejection.
  • 12 form rejections
  • 27 closed-no-response

The CNR designation seems to be the norm among many comments on QueryTracker. They rank right up there with those who receive a form rejection more than a year after they sent the original query. No, that is not a typo. More. Than. A. Year.

Really?

Okay, I get that agents are people, too. Messages overwhelm their in-box. Perhaps some get lost in cyber-space delivered by digital turtles fighting a head wind. But… a year?!!? Because we authors have nothing better to do than wait patiently for the wheels of tradition to make one small rotation, right?

Please, don’t think I’m slamming traditional publishing or literary agents. If anything, I’m slamming the process. And (at least for now) the door on it. That could always re-open. I’m not locking it. I’ve just used up my store of patience with it and moving on.

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