- Life can get Complicated. (AND IT HAS DONE SO AGAIN)
- “Complicated” and “Write Book” don’t play well together. (BUT I KEEP AT IT)
- The guilt of not living up to one’s own expectations—and announced goals—is horrible and by no means helpful, especially when Complicated is being dealt with.
- Aside from taking many, many work hours to produce, a book that has any aspiration toward quality has some costs involved that, depending on circumstances, can be felt anywhere along the range from costly to downright expensive.
- It can be less than motivating during Complicated times to know that publication means immediate loss and only theoretical over-a-long-time break-even gain.
- I am trying. Maybe I’m not trying my best in terms of writing speed, but I am trying my best in terms of quality. (YEP. STILL AT IT.)
- I am trying to do better with both.
- The Vale of Silence will be available as soon as it can be made so.
- I am sorry for the wait…and I am hopeful it will not be much longer than another month or two (barring any more Complicated). (WITH THE ARRIVAL OF MORE “COMPLICATED,” THIS MIGHT BECOME DECEMBER OR MORE LIKELY JANUARY.)
- Thank you for your patience. (THANK YOU.)
Long time, no post—and no “coming soon” announcement…yet. Book 3 in The Wheel of the Year series is coming along, but won’t be available until later this spring (or possibly very early summer; even should everything go smoothly from here on out, there are some built-in delays in the publishing process itself).
So, this post is essentially a “I’m working on it, it’s coming” assurance. That now done, I will get back to work on Book 3: The Vale of Silence.
Oh—I will also mention that I put my Author Page into hibernation, if anyone was following me there and wondered where it/I went. There’s only so much social media one person can (should?) wrangle, and that one felt like an awkward mix of my private Facebook profile (since most of the page followers were already “Friends” on the other) and this blog.
Alright, back to work I go!
I’ve updated the initial post for the cover artwork for The Vale of Silence, but since that was something created over at the previous incarnation of this blog, I thought I’d give the latest front-and-back version of the cover a brand new post.
The printed versions always come out darker than expected, so I try to make the front artwork something that would be eye-catching even if it were 10-20% “muddier” than it appears onscreen. (I would be shocked if it printed lighter, but there’s always a first time for everything, so I try to be prepared for that, too.)
The back image is pretty much a “throwaway.” Something interesting but not distracting when laid beneath a ton of text. If no one can tell exactly what it is, that’s fine. I might bring out some of the details after the text is in—but not at the expense of meeting the (early 2016) publishing date.
As always with these things, please let me know of any glaring errors or artistic things gone awry (ie. if the impression is of sand dunes instead of snow, as happened early on). Thanks in advance.
I have in mind a blog post on the vagaries, necessities, and nuisances of “genre” in writing (or, more particularly, publishing)…but I also need to get a lot of work done on Book 3 today, so that post will have to wait.
But I’m excited to have this new blog location, so the temptation to post something is strong. I thought I’d pick a random paragraph or two from Book 1 (aka The Stone of Shadows; link also found in this site’s main header, above), and I opened the file to do just that—and realized I could tie the exerpt into that future post on genre.
One of the largest…let’s use the term “muddles”…I’ve had with this book series (in terms of publishing/marketing) is genre and whether to present it as a variety of romance—which, I’ll be honest, is the bulk of what I read. Contemporary fantasy, this series definitely is. But that’s such a broad category. There are elements of thriller, mystery, adventure, suspense, and without question, romance.
A few old scans of photos taken on my long ago (Year 2000) trip to Orkney
To those who have read The Stone of Shadows (or just Chapter One), the settings may seem familiar. To those who have not yet read it (or even just the first chapter), this is just a bit of what you’re missing:
Chuck Wendig (author and author guru) posted another challenge at his website, Terrible Minds, and it sounded…well, not exactly like fun in the way of the previous one…but fun in an important, know thyself sort of way.
And so here it is: 1,000 words (exactly!)
Why do I write?
I can’t remember a time when I didn’t have some sort of writing implement either in or at hand. I squiggled my fingers through paint and pencilled loops and wavy lines on scraps of paper. “What did I write?” I’m sure I asked my parents. Frequently. Insistently.
I bashed on typewriter keys with the same intent. “Quertyuiop” (pronounced “Kwer-tee-YOOP”) was a longstanding joke between my dad and me. A joke with no run-up, no punchline other than the thing itself. My introduction to the wonders of mechanical word-setting. The key, wrought by my own little hands, to a magical land.
1,000 words that must incorporate a randomly generated phrase.
I’ve revealed mine on the challenge’s page (in an attempt to lure people over), but for those of you who found this post by other means, I’ll let you find it on your own…in bold, below.
To say that she noticed it straight off would be to lie. Truth was, she didn’t know for certain when it had begun: all the hovering, the following, the darting out of reach.
She didn’t care, either, not really. Not at this point. If she had to choose between pieces of information, she’d prefer to know “why her,” or—(and always, with this one, a certain amount of dread)—what it wanted.
A week or so after she had cause to notice it, she had of course asked. The sidewalk had been relatively clear, so she’d taken her chances with looking like a fool. More of one, rather, than she did already.
It hadn’t answered. Of course. And as frustrating as that had been, she had to admit that there was a certain relief in that, too. How worse it would be, really, if it could speak.