Monthly Archives: May 2017

Wednesday Words #127 (5/31/2017)

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 box filled with wrapped presents
an ocean
an attack

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

 

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Progress = Not Much

Where has the month gone?

And, more importantly, can I get it back for a do over?

Pretty much nothing productive has happened all month. I think I’ll just carry the same writing goals over into June, minus the short stories to submit to an anthology. (The deadline is the 31st and there’s no way it’s going to happen between now and then.)

I’ve poked at some outlining for November, though, and I’ve made a pretty good dent in the project to put all stories and story ideas on index cards so I can finally get them organized and see how many lifetimes it’s going to take me to write them all.

(At the rate that I’ve been writing this month the answer is 42.)

I really need to get back into the swing of things. I know this. I just don’t know how.

And in case I wasn’t sure that I needed to get back into the swing of things, a little while ago I tripped. I caught my foot in the handles of a tote that holds the notebooks for the concordance for the Academy of the Accord series. A definite sign that I should be working on stuff, don’t you think?

Meanwhile, however, I have made some progress on clutter, so life’s not all bad.

And maybe two days off isn’t enough to recharge from work, but maybe a month off is enough to refresh the muse?

 

 

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Sunday Snippet May 28, 2017

 

More from Song and Sword, the first novel I published, since I’m working on a sequel and need the motivation.  This follows immediately after last week’s snippet.

“But – but you are the Crown Prince…”

 He shook his head.  “We are far from the Elven Court, my lady.  In these lands I am but a simple Bard, travelling from place to place and learning of the people who live here.  None know of my lineage, and I enjoy being treated as one of them.”

She stared at him.  He was the Crown Prince.  One day he would be the King, her King. Yet he wanted to be treated as a commoner?

Pashevel saw the hesitation and confusion in her eyes. “Please,” he said quietly.  “I just want to be treated like anyone else. I am no different than any other person you’d meet.”

She studied him for a long moment, thinking back to the tales she had heard of the Crown Prince, of how he preferred spending time in the villages rather than at the palace, of the way he championed the common people –often going head to head with his father over matters of taxation and justice – of the way he truly loved the people that he would one day govern, and of how much he was loved by them in return..  At last she nodded.  “I — I’ll try.”

“That is all I can ask, my lady,” he said, tucking the blankets around her again.  

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

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 5-27-2017

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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.

Picking up from last week’ snippet of Onyx Sun.

Luzita reached up to touch her neck, not quite believing that it was bare, that there was no band of metal on it.  Slowly she turned to face Taliya.

“You freed me?”

“You know how I feel about slavery.”

“Maureena said that you told her to sell me.”  Luzita’s voice choked off as she broke down.  “I… She demanded that I pay for my room and board and I had no money.  She wouldn’t let me call you – she said she had talked to you and you said you wouldn’t pay it either, and that you told her to go ahead and sell me.”

“And you believed that?”  Taliya wasn’t sure if she was more angry or hurt or outraged.

“I never heard from you after you left and I couldn’t call you, she had my comm blocked.  And she said things that sounded true – that I was no more important to you than any of the servants, that we were all the same to you.”  There was a pleading tone in her voice.

 

 

 

 

 

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Time Paradox

People who think that time is a constant are wrong.  How can anyone think it’s a constant when days off go by so much faster than days at work?  Eight hours at work drag on forever but forty eight hours off disappear in a heartbeat.

They do have something in common, though.  In both cases there doesn’t seem to be anything to show for the passage of time.  (Well, every couple weeks the numbers in my checking account get bigger, but that’s about it.)

Yeah, it was one of those weekends, the kind where nothing productive happens despite all the best intentions any world has ever seen.

In my own defense, I was battling back pain most of my two days off. And I did do laundry and wash up a bunch of dishes. And ran some errands and took the dogs to visit the residents of the long term care facility where I work.

(Exciting life I lead, huh?)

I’m currently a Triple D: Drained, Discouraged, and Dreading going back to work.

Drained because two days off really isn’t enough time to recharge. (I’m not sure how many days it takes, but I know that it’s more than two.)

Discouraged because I did very little that was writing related. (And by “very little” I mean that I entertained a new plot bunny.  Well, a new character. I don’t really have a plot to put her in yet, although she might fit into an urban fantasy or paranormal thing I have floating around the edges of my mind.)

And Dreading going back to work because… well, because work.

On the other hand, for some reason that I have yet to really understand, I find that I am frequently more productive in the couple hours I have online before work than in the couple days I have off, so maybe there’s still hope that before I go to work today I can do some of the stuff I haven’t done in the past two days.

And maybe one of those things will be putting words together in a story.

Preferably one I’m already working on, and not something new.

 

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Wednesday Words #126 (5/24/2017)

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:

What do you find inside?

(Click for larger image.)

(Found on FaceBook.)

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

 

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Evolution of a Novel #1

So, on Friday I mentioned that I’d started outlining my project for November.  It’s a science fiction novel that’s been kicking around in my head for a lot of years (long before I’d even heard of NaNoWriMo).

It still doesn’t have a name but for now we’ll call it The Desert Planet. (The Word doc name is my usual ever-(not)-helpful “NaNoWriMo 2017 Outline.”)

Anyhow, I thought it might be fun to explore where the idea came from and trace it from that one bit of inspiration through to the final project.

This novel started as a single scene that hit me as I walked out of an air conditioned building in downtown Pittsburgh and into a wall of city heat.

And that’s all the scene was – the main character walking out of an air conditioned building and into a wall of heat.

Then a second character came up to him. Said second character was supposed to be his guide on a rescue mission.

And for a long time that’s where the whole thing sat.

Throughout the years a couple more scenes got added inside my head, but nothing major was happening, just two characters traveling through the desert.

Then last Wednesday, years after the initial idea, it suddenly had a prologue, some background, and a plot twist. (What brought it to the forefront after all that time? Unseasonably hot weather that hit me when I stepped out of my much cooler house.)

So, I started outlining.

So far I have the prologue outlined, and the first two scenes.

Scene two used to be scene one, until I decided that there was too much telling (it was MMC1 reflecting on the mission briefing he’d just left) so I made the briefing scene one so I could show it instead.

Scene two is MMC1 meeting his guide for the mission – one of the planet’s natives.

It still doesn’t have a title, and none of the main characters have a name. One minor character does, but the main characters are MMC1, MMC2, and FMC. I also need names for the planet, the city, the natives, their tribes, and the enemy.

But, hey! I have over five months to name everything, right?

 

 

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Sunday Snippet May 21, 2017

 

More from Song and Sword, the first novel I published, since I’m working on a sequel and need the motivation.  This follows immediately after last week’s snippet.

“May I ask your name?” She was sure she had asked who he was before, but he had been trying to calm her and if he had answered she had missed it.

“My name is Pashevel,” he replied. “And may I ask who I have the honor of sharing my fire with?”

“Pash – !”  She broke off, staring at him, her mouth open, her eyes wide.  “Pashevel, son of Vellindrin?”  He inclined his head in acknowledgement and she gasped.  “My liege!” She tried to sit up again, clutching at the blanket as it slipped and falling backward, weak and unbalanced.  “Prince Pashevel…”

“No, please.  Just Pashevel.”

“But – but you are the Crown Prince…”

Yep.  That’s right.  The man she more or less accused of molesting her a few paragraphs back is the Crown Prince.

 

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 5-20-2017

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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.

Picking up from last week’ snippet of Onyx Sun, in which Luzita accused Taliya of finding her only so she could gloat.

 

“Yes, gloat.  And control me.  Force me to accept whatever miserable freak or low life you come across.”

“For your information, I left home to find you because I missed you, because I loved you.”

Taliya took a step forward and Luzita turned her back on her. “I’d tell you not to touch me, but you own me.  But if you make me pleasure that… monstrosity that met me I swear I will die first.”

“Ayess is my second in command.  Ni will be treated with proper respect due to any person.” 

Taliya’s voice was cold and hard and a brief shiver went through Luzita at the sound of it, but she recovered and snorted in derision.  A moment later she gasped as the cold metal of the implanter touched her shoulder. There was a tug and tingle as the chip was removed, and a moment later the collar loosened and Taliya pulled it from her neck.

“You are free.  That’s why I didn’t bring you to the ship myself: I was getting you removed from the slave registry.”  Taliya’s voice was cold and held more than a trace of disappointment.

 

Ayess’ race does not have words for he/she/his/hers, etc, because they are (for lack of a better term) hermaphroditic. Their pronouns to refer to other members of their race are “ni” (for he/she/him/her), “ni-es” (his/hers), “ni-en” (they/them) and “ni-en-es” for theirs.)

 

 

 

 

 

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Progress?

It was an odd two days off.  Aside from being unseasonably hot (near 90F in May is not normal for my area) it was also kind of productive.

Well, not very productive. It was too hot to do much of anything.

But I did do some writing.

I wrote about 500 words. (532 to be precise.)

It’s not much, but progress is progress, right?

It wasn’t toward any of my stated goals for the month, though; it was for a scene to be added to Onyx Sun.

As for my goals for the month. *sigh*

I think I’m not going to be submitting to the anthology after all. I have two ideas for it but neither one seems to want to write itself – or tell me to write it.  There’s still time, I suppose. We’ll see.

And I haven’t even opened the Elven Bard novel.

But I started outlining another novel, one that’s been kicking around in my head for years. It’s science fiction and it’s going to be my NaNoWriMo novel this November.  (Hey! Only five and a half months to go! Of course I’m outlining!)

So at least I’m doing something, even if it’s not what I’m supposed to be doing.

 

 

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