I wanted to comment on your blog.
But for some reason, Google will no longer let me comment. It's annoying. I write out an elaborate remark. Underneath the box, it says, "Comment as" and I toggle the thingy that says, "Google Account," and then I push "publish."
And my comment disappears.
This has been happening for a while, and I'm getting exasperated. My dh suggested that perhaps I have been Banished for Inappropriate Content but I can't imagine why or when or by whom. Has anyone else had this happen? Any solution?
Jan 24, 2012
Jan 19, 2012
1. You read. A LOT.
You read constantly, or at least did at one point in your life. Some of us had more time to read (for pleasure) when we are kids, but are swamped with work now. For others, literature seemed boring when we were younger, but now has appeal. In my case, I devoured science fiction and fantasy when I was younger, but while I was in grad school most of my reading was non-fiction. Once I graduated, I had time for fiction again. I do still read non-fiction for pleasure and for research.
2. You have been coming up with stories since you were a kid.
You have way more story ideas than you could ever write down. When did you write your first "story"? Okay, maybe it wasn't much of a story, but when did you start trying? In my case, I made little pretend "books" out of folded paper and scribbles before I could write my ABCs. I wrote my first four complete and illustrated stories in fifth grade and completed my first novel in Jr. High. Granted, they all sucked rocks. But I know I am not unusual in starting out young. Most writers I know began writing early. This doesn't necessarily mean that they published early, or that those around them recognized their efforts.
3. You have a bunch of manuscripts under your bed.
It's one thing to write stories in your head. That makes you a storyteller. But not yet a writer. If you've actually written down your words, that's what makes you a writer. Not getting published. Writing is what makes a writer. Getting published, and more to the point, selling copies, is what makes you a paid writer, a professional writer, a writer who can actually eat something other than ramen noodles, and that's a good thing. But you've already started writing without any idea whether you can sell those words or not.
4. You write for love, not for money.
Let's face it. You know that being a writer is not as lucrative as other jobs, like doctor, lawyer or fast food employee. Screw that. You're writing anyway. Cruel reality may force you into a day job. It happens. You write anyway. You're jotting down ideas for your novel between flipping burgers, or taking notes on your character in your office cubicle. You care enough to constantly hone your craft. You would write even if your plane crashed on a deserted island. Even if you were locked in a prison on Gamma Beta IV. Even if you had to become an accountant.
5. You write for money, not love.
Nah, this doesn't really contradict what I just said. It only seems to. Because if you really love writing--or any art--enough, you'll realize that the only way anyone will let you do it full time is if you can get good enough to earn mullah at the same time. Yeah. By selling your writing. So even though it feels like jabbing steak knives into your eyes, you send out queries, you send out review requests, you--ugh, self-promote. You sell your sweat and tears as if it were vacuum cleaner parts. And on days when the sky is grey and your nose is runny, you feel sorry for yourself because it turns out that writing is a job, and all jobs have moments that suck. The rest of the time, you appreciate--I sure hope you appreciate because otherwise why do this?--that you have the best damn job in the world.
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You can still sign up for a free copy of Wing, the next book in The Unfinished Song epic fantasy series. If you haven't started the series yet, and want to give it a try, you can find it free on Amazon or email me for a free copy in another ebook format. The first book is also available in print on Amazon and Barnes and Noble.
Jan 18, 2012
Jan 5, 2012
Here it is, the cover of The Unfinished Song: Wing (Book 5). Wing will be out in 4-6 weeks. The exact release date is Super Secret. I will offer it for $.99 on Super Secret Release Day and you have to sign up for on my mailing list to find out exactly when you can snap it up! Also, as with the release of Root, the first 100 new subscribers to my newsletter will receive Wing for free!
Please note! The free book will be an ebook. I need to know what format you prefer. Kindle and Nook are easiest for me, but I can also send you an ePub file or PDF. There's a spot on the sign up for to indicate the format you require.
Eventually there will be print versions for all you luddites, er, I mean fine connoisseurs of ink and paper. To be honest, even though I do most of my reading on my Kindle these days, I do still like to buy paper versions of my favorite books. I pet them and croak, "My precious!" like Gollum.
With that in mind, I made sure the cover art included a back cover as well as a front cover. That will make it easier to bring out the paper edition. (It will still be a while, sorry. It just takes much longer to prepare the print edition so that it is beautifully done, and I don't want anything shoddy. Also, Taboo, Sacrifice and Root will obviously be out before Wing.)
Here's the back blurb:
Deadly EnemiesUmbral serves the Deathsworn. He exists for one purpose only: to hunt down the last girl with rainbow magic and kill her. Now he has Dindi at his mercy. But he discovers that the Raptor Riders of Orange Canyon have played with dark magic that threatens all Faearth, and he needs Dindi’s help to stop them.Dindi bargains for her life. She offers to help her captor rescue the White Lady from the Raptor Riders, who plan to use the faery as a pawn in a monstrous scheme. But Dindi will never forget that Umbral murdered someone she loved…and never forgive. She vows to escape him and bring him to justice.A darkness uncoils in Orange Canyon tribehold. If they can’t work together, it will consume everything.
Jan 3, 2012
One evening a grad student working on her Master's degree was studying alone in the library, nodding off over an impenetrable tome of postmodernist literary theory, probably something by Butler, when he heard a tiny voice cry out. Startled, he jerked awake. A very soft, high-pitched voice wailed, "Help me! Help me!"
He searched the stacks with increasing alarm as the tiny plea grew more desperate, then sputtered into a scream of pain.
At last he saw it...a big, ugly rat, dragging a little pixie girl by the ankle. The rat was as fat as the hardcover edition of Of Grammatology by Derrida, and the fairy as slender as a No. #2 pencil. No matter how she fluttered her translucent wings, she could not yank her leg free.
The grad student, quick of wit, grabbed Sociology: A Down-to-Earth Approach off the shelf and knocked the Derrida rat smack between the eyes. The villainous varmint thus vanquished, the grad student lifted the fairy up and set her on the shelf between The Golden Bough and The Annotated Hobbit.
"Thank you, thank you!" she cried. She fluttered in the air and alighted upon The Judgment of Paris. "You have saved me and therefore I will grant you a most precious magick. I have the power to make you either the wisest man on earth, the sexiest man on earth or the richest man on earth."
The grad student thought long and hard. He was pretty tempted to go for sexy. But he was, after all, an academic.
"Please make me the wisest man on Earth," he asked the fairy.
She aimed her magic wand. Light burst everywhere and he had to close his eyes.
When he opened them, all which had been obscure to him before, he now saw clearly, without illusion and without bias.
"Damn," he said. "So I should I have gone for the money."
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Oh, and keep yours eyes peeled, because very, very soon, I am going to do a Cover Reveal for The Unfinished Song: Wing (Book 5)! Yay! I think it's really pretty. I hope you'll agree!