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Leaving WattPad

If there is anything on my WattPad that you would like to read, do it soon, as it will all be gone by the end of the month.

Why?

Because I no longer feel safe having my writing there.

A friend of mine has been having some issues with them.  Someone tried to gain access to her account (she has screen shots of them admitting it).  This same person has basically hijacked one of her stories because they wanted to add chapters to it (which is also why they were trying to gain access to her original account.)

She reported all of this to WattPad and their response was… less than satisfactory.

They claimed that the new story was a “similar theme” and therefore not subject to DMCA.

And they not only completely ignored the proof that someone was trying to gain access to her account, they threatened to ban her if she continued to report them.

Now, granted, I’m not nearly as active on WattPad as she has been.  She generally posts at least once a week (updating Shards of Imagination – short stories based on my Wednesday Words prompts), is active on the message boards, etc, so I have few fans and no stalkers, but given the trouble she’s been having, in my mind at least it’s not worth the risk.

So, all my stuff is coming down.

It’s a slow process.  I’ve been trying to delete stuff but it won’t let me.  I did manage to get Sanguine down, but only by deleting one chapter at a time. It wouldn’t let me delete the remaining one, so I unpublished it and then was able to delete it.  That was earlier this morning and now it’s not even letting me do that with Song and Sword – I keep getting some sort of screen about embedding the story.

But I’ll keep chugging away at it and it will all be down by the end of the month, if not sooner.

I’m kind of sad.  When I was posting more regularly I was getting some likes and up votes, but, well…

To me, it’s just not worth it.

YMMV.

 

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Wednesday Words #116 (3/15/2017)

Welcome to Wednesday Words!  Every Wednesday I will post some sort of prompt for a flash fiction piece.  The prompt will go live just after midnight Eastern time.

The prompt might be a picture, or it might be a list of things to include in a story, or maybe a phrase or a question or something from a “news of the weird” type thing, or a… who knows?

After that, it’s up to you.  But if you do use the prompt to write a bit of flash fiction (say, 500 words or so) I’d love to see what you came up with, so comment below with a link to where it is on your blog (or on WattPad or wherever).

(And a pingback to the post here where you found the prompt would be appreciated but isn’t necessary.)

Oh, and this isn’t a contest or anything.  It’s just a (hopefully) fun thing for all concerned.

And, hey, if it inspires more than 500 or so words, run with it!

This week’s prompt:

a cage
a good luck charm
a sudden rainstorm

 

And, as always, I’d love to see what you come up with!

 

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It Takes Balls

So, I’d had a crazier than normal shift at the Evil Day Job, ending with a resident who was talking to someone no one else could see – probably one of the ghost children who roam the halls. (Seriously.  Several residents are plagued by them.)

But anyhow, I was talking to a friend about it on FB, and we had the following conversation:

DM: Maybe you need to take a stress ball to work with you.

Me: I’d probably bounce it off a few heads.

DM: *Snickers* Well, that DOES help with stress…

DM: One of those isoflex sand filled are stress things wouldn’t be so bad. You can’t bounce it off someone at least. Can still throw it but…

Me: I’d rather have something hard…

That led to a discussion of various types of balls and which ones hurt the most.  She reminded me about wiffle balls, but I settled on bowling balls as my weapon of choice. (They bounce!  Sort of.)

Anyhow, we went on to other things, like my sudden obsession with Pentatonix, and I commented that I needed a topic for a blog post.

DM: Talk about balls. That would be interestingly hilarious.

Our conversation cycled back to Pentatonix, then back to my lack of a blog topic.

DM: Hey I gave you a suggestion, you didn’t like the balls.

Me: My mind slipped into a different direction when you said that and I almost replied “It’s not that kind of a blog.”

DM: ROFL! My mind’s already down that gutter. Why do you think I said it like that?

Me: Well, it’s still not that kind of balls.

DM: *Snickers*

Don’t you mean blog?

Me: Balls, blog… at this point, they both start with a “B”

DM: Good point.

Me: Okay, balls it is.

And, that, dear reader, is why you are now reading a blog post about balls.  Blame it on Daelyn Morgana.

(And it’s still not that kind of blog.  Nor is this post about that kind of balls.)

Writing novels while working an Evil Day Job is a lot like juggling a bunch of balls. (Not that kind of balls!)

(Although, there are days…)

Anyhow, there are all the normal writerly balls: the writing ball, the plotting and outlining ball, the editing ball, the revising ball, the promoting ball (I drop that one a lot), the wrangling of plot bunnies ball, etc.

And then there are the normal non-writerly balls: the stuff to do around the house ball, the keeping up with the rest of the world ball, the errand running ball, the cooking and eating ball, the laundry ball, the pets ball, etc.

And then there are the EDJ balls: the getting dressed to go there ball (hey, I’m an introvert and a would be hermit – leaving the house just isn’t my thing, okay?), the dealing with people ball, the pulled in seventeen directions at once but still need to get tasks done on time ball (welcome to the wonderful world of nursing), the keep everyone alive and safe until the end of shift ball…

And then I come home and stare at my computer wishing I had the energy to juggle the writerly balls.

So, yeah, when they say it takes balls to be a writer, they don’t necessarily mean that kind of balls.

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Sunday Snippet March 12, 2017

Taking a break from The Academy of the Accord, since I’ve been posting from its books for over a year now. (I’ll come back to them when they’re ready to release.  Current goal is 2020.)

So, anyhow, I thought I’d post from Song and Sword, the first novel I published, since I’m working on a sequel and need the motivation.  (Man oh man, do I need the motivation!)

Some of you may have seen some of this before.  I’m skipping ahead from last week, to introduce Pashevel.

 

Pashevel leaned back against the trunk of an old oak tree and gazed up at the night sky, raising his flute to his lips and relaxing as the music surrounded him. He closed his eyes and just played, no particular song, just music. It flowed from him and he smiled:  music was his greatest joy, his truest passion, his deepest love.  There was magic in music – and music was magic.  At least, in the hands and voice of a skilled Bard, it was. Especially an Elven Bard.

A soft sound caught his attention and he stopped playing and sat up, returning his awareness to his surroundings.  Sonata stood, her head up, ears pricked forward, her attention focused on something in the brush at the far edge of the clearing.  She was alert, but not tense – whatever it was, there was no danger.   

“What is it, girl?” he asked softly.  She tossed her head and there was a gleam of silver where the moonlight struck her horn.

Pashevel stood beside her, following her gaze.  Something white stood just inside the edge of the forest, watching them.  It moved, taking a few cautious steps toward them, and Pashevel got a clearer look at it – a unicorn.  “Friend of yours?” he asked.  Sonata flicked an ear dismissively, and he chuckled, then quickly grew serious as he saw the figure slumped over the unicorn’s back.  He started forward and stopped as the unicorn tossed his head and half shied away.

“Easy,” Pashevel soothed.  “I’m not going to hurt you or your rider.  I just want to help.  That’s why you came, isn’t it?”

 

Song and Sword cover

Blurb:
Pashevel: a simple Elven Bard — and the Crown Prince

Marlia: a Paladin of Arithen, the Elven God of Justice – seeking vengeance for the destruction of her village

Dakkas: heir to the Drow throne — if his father and elder half-brother don’t kill him first

Kashrya: raised among a tribe of nomadic Humans, she is unaware of her true heritage — or of the prophecy that made her mother an outcast

Their goal: build a bridge between the Elves and their outcast brethren, the Drow, reuniting them and undoing the damage caused in a time so far gone that history has become legend and legend has become myth.

But first, they have a problem to solve:  how do you stop a war that hasn’t started?

Available for Kindle at Amazon

and at Smashwords for everything else

 

 

Find more great reading
at the Sunday Snippet group.

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 3-11-2017

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Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, bloggers, and readers to gather once a week and share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).   Check out all the other awesome snippets by clicking on the picture above.

I’m still posting from Onyx Sun, a science fiction novel that is currently in revision. The revisions are turning out to be more complex than originally expected so the release date is, um, to be determined. (I’ve given up trying to predict one, but I have at least one more round of revisions after the current one.)

I’m skipping ahead just a few paragraphs from last week.  (This part is still in revision so squint because I haven’t gotten to it yet.)

 

Taliya had no trouble finding the slaver; he was the only merchant without a horde of customers.  People on the fringe, she had learned, valued freedom, and along with that they abhorred slavery.

“Never thought you’d be the type to buy a slave.”

The voice startled her and she turned, coming face to face with Soraine, the captain of The StarFlame.  The two of them had a friendly rivalry and a grudging respect for one another, and Soraine was someone that she could consider a friend.

“I’m not,” she said.  “At least, not under normal circumstances.” She sighed.  “I’m looking for one in particular, a former lover.  If I find her I will buy her and free her.”

A slow grin crossed Soraine’s face. “I knew I liked you,” she said. “Buying a slave just to free her – that is priceless.”  Soraine reached into a pocket on her belt and handed Taliya a voucher.  “Let me help with it.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Burning Out?

My “weekend” is Wednesday and Thursday. Tuesday night at work (I work the 3 to 11 shift) I was all full of plans and energy to tackle the never shrinking “To Do” list. (It seems to hover around 45 items.)  I was going to start at the top of my list and just cross things off until I got to the bottom.

But that was Tuesday night.

Wednesday morning I woke up and all that energy was nowhere to be found.

Not too unusual, really.  My job can be stressful (I’m a nurse in a long term care facility) and my first day off usually is pretty much a waste; I’m tired, I’m sore, and I’m drained both emotionally and mentally.

So I spent most of Wednesday staring at my computer, poking at stuff on Face Book, trying to ignore the Word docs that I’d opened in the hopes of making myself do something useful, and doing way too many puzzles on Jig Zone.  (It’s “too many puzzles” when your hand and wrist hurt from using the mouse and your eyes can no longer distinguish subtle differences in color, such as between brown and blue.)

Ah, well.  Thursday is a new day, right?

Thursday was only slightly more productive than Wednesday.  I got the rat cage cleaned and its shelves washed, cleaned the bathtub, and took out a bag of garbage. I also started looking for recipes for dog treats and got overwhelmed by the sheer volume of them, so that project got put on hold.

And my other projects? They never got started.

I have a goal to add 9000 words to the sequel to Song and Sword this month and I never even opened that Word doc.

For one thing, I’m at a scene where I’m kind of stuck and am having trouble working through it.  I’m not sure where it’s going and it’s kind of… dull.  (Which means it will be dull and boring for a reader, too, so I need to either cut it or spice it up, but I’m not sure which so it’s going to stay until I find out what happens in it (it’s not in the outline) and then go for there because something important might be lurking in it.

But meantime, I still have to get through it.  (I think it might be time to go to Write or Die to plow through this bit because I really want to have this finished before November.)

I think maybe I’m burned out, both at work and at writing.  The problem is, taking time out from writing is counter-productive: it doesn’t refresh me, it just makes it harder to get started again.

So maybe it’s time to take a break from this particular project and go work on something else for a bit so I can come back to it with a fresh mindset. I won’t be making progress on the Elven Bard novel (but then, how much progress am I making when I am so resistant to working on it?) but at least I’ll be writing something.

But what to work on…?

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Wednesday Words #115 (3/8/2017)

Welcome to Wednesday Words!  Every Wednesday I will post some sort of prompt for a flash fiction piece.  The prompt will go live just after midnight Eastern time.

The prompt might be a picture, or it might be a list of things to include in a story, or maybe a phrase or a question or something from a “news of the weird” type thing, or a… who knows?

After that, it’s up to you.  But if you do use the prompt to write a bit of flash fiction (say, 500 words or so) I’d love to see what you came up with, so comment below with a link to where it is on your blog (or on WattPad or wherever).

(And a pingback to the post here where you found the prompt would be appreciated but isn’t necessary.)

Oh, and this isn’t a contest or anything.  It’s just a (hopefully) fun thing for all concerned.

And, hey, if it inspires more than 500 or so words, run with it!

This week’s prompt:

a best friend pulls away
a bridge
a teacup

And, as always, I’d love to see what you come up with!

 

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Plot Bunny Census #1*

I’m not quite sure how the conversation started, but I think we were comparing how many plot bunnies we had, so I started making a list of books in progress or planning, and it’s… well… Let’s just say I’d better discover the Fountain of Youth or a Philosopher’s Stone.

I thought maybe I should lay my shame out here for all to see.

1) Onyx Sun
2) The 12 (or maybe13) books of the Academy of the Accord series
3) The Other Mages trilogy
4) The Betrayal trilogy (desperately ISO a better name)
5) Sequel to Sanguine
6) Sequel to Onyx Sun
7) A spinoff from Onyx Sun (Soraine)
8) A possible spinoff from Onyx Sun (Jad)
9) Two sequels and a prequel to Song and Sword
10) Lost House
11) Sea Witch
12) Dragon’s Tear
13) Paranormal Picnic
14) Hedge House
15) a nameless novel that involves a Minotaur and a Sasquatch
16) Disturbed Magic (which is going to end up being a trilogy)
17) Benn and Rin (needs a name)
18) Fighting Back (needs a new name)
19) Guardians of the Abyss (probably needs a new name)
20) another novel in need of a new name
21) Rainbow Rescue (in need of a new name)
22) SRish (the name makes sense to me, but, yes, it’s in need of a new name)
23) Vishkaya
24) a Demon and Angel story that started as a flash fiction piece
25) genie in a bottle
26) The Sword and the Shield

That’s something like 45 or 46 novels.

I’m 56.

Do the math.

And that’s not counting a bunch of stuff in my “Plot Bunny bag” or in a file called “story starts.”

Now, in all fairness, some of the above are written, or nearly so.

Onyx Sun, for instance, is in revision and should be out this year.

The Academy of the Accord is an editing nightmare but I’m making headway.

The nameless trilogy (Betrayal) is written and just needs to start the editing process.

Hedge House is mostly done.

The first book of Disturbed Magic is done.

Lost House is… maybe a quarter of the way done?  Maybe a third?

The Minotaur and Sasquatch is done, but needs to be expanded.

The Other Mages is… well… we won’t talk about Book Two, okay? I might make it my next year’s project, or tackle it after I get Onyx Sun released.  Book One is done, and Book Three just needs some massive changing but is mostly done, if I could just figure out what Book Two is doing…

The Sword and the Shield is almost done: just a couple more scenes to write, really.  But it needs a massive editing job. (As in, I need to completely write out one character and find another way to advance a relationship that she was unwittingly (and unwillingly) a part of.)

Most of the rest, however, are a few paragraphs to a few chapters in length.

Hmm…

I wonder what would happen if I wrote a sentence or a paragraph in each one every day?

 

*Someday I’ll add the contents of the plot bunny bag and the “story starts” file to the list.

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Sunday Snippet March 5, 2017

Taking a break from The Academy of the Accord, since I’ve been posting from its books for over a year now. (I’ll come back to them when they’re ready to release.  Current goal is 2020.)

So, anyhow, I thought I’d post from Song and Sword, the first novel I published, since I’m working on a sequel and need the motivation.

Some of you may have seen some of this before.

 

Marlia didn’t know if she had killed him:  she only knew that she had to get away. 

Away from the man who had attacked her, the man now lying, bloody and motionless, on the floor of the barn. 

Away from the flames engulfing the home of the people who had offered her a bed for the night.

Away from this place.

Away…

Song and Sword cover

Blurb:
Pashevel: a simple Elven Bard — and the Crown Prince

Marlia: a Paladin of Arithen, the Elven God of Justice – seeking vengeance for the destruction of her village

Dakkas: heir to the Drow throne — if his father and elder half-brother don’t kill him first

Kashrya: raised among a tribe of nomadic Humans, she is unaware of her true heritage — or of the prophecy that made her mother an outcast

Their goal: build a bridge between the Elves and their outcast brethren, the Drow, reuniting them and undoing the damage caused in a time so far gone that history has become legend and legend has become myth.

But first, they have a problem to solve:  how do you stop a war that hasn’t started?

Available for Kindle at Amazon

and at Smashwords for everything else

 

 

Find more great reading
at the Sunday Snippet group.

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 3-4-2017

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Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, bloggers, and readers to gather once a week and share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).   Check out all the other awesome snippets by clicking on the picture above.

I’m still posting from Onyx Sun, a science fiction novel that is currently in revision. The revisions are turning out to be more complex than originally expected so the release date is, um, to be determined. (I’ve given up trying to predict one, but I have at least one more round of revisions after the current one.)

I’m skipping ahead a ways.  (This part is still in revision so squint because I haven’t gotten to it yet.)

A merchant fleet has arrived and Taliya is exploring the market area they have set up.

Kithani – the entire Kapuna Sector, actually – hardly seemed like a good place to bring things like Numali silk, but then, out here on the fringe, people were hungry for exotic goods, and had the money to spend on them.  There might be dangers out here, but there was also money to be made.

She stopped and stared at the silk, remembering her mother bragging about the deal she had gotten on it when she had sold Luzita, and her breath caught.  Maybe…

She shook her head. It wasn’t possible.  It just wasn’t possible for that same merchant caravan to be here, where she was. 

And even if it was, Luzita had no doubt been sold months ago.

Still…

 

(Remember Luzita?  She is Taliya’s lover, sold into slavery by Maureena.)

 

 

 

 

 

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