May 29, 2012

Song of Freedom - Faerytaleish Pinterest Contest

The cackling would have frozen the blood of a lesser man, but James had no fear. Chin thrust out, he faced the dark fairy, determined to earn freedom for himself.

“You want me to curse them?” she asked, still laughing. She was beautiful in her dire form. Her hair was as soft and grey as shadows, her eyes glinting like moonlight. Her skin was pale, opalescent in the setting sun which gave fire to her lips, normally the dark blue of a night sky. She stopped laughing to purse those lips, regarding him.

“And what will you give me?” she asked, taking a step closer. “For that matter, why call on me? You could curse them yourself, you have the magic.” Her fingers, thin and bony as a skeleton, reached out to brush his well muscled arm.

“My magic is all in music. They will not let me play.”

“Ah,” she said in a quick inhale. “I think I fully understand both problem and solution. Kiss me, and I will grant your wish.”

James had no fear. His mother had always chided him, “Jiminy, you’re going to end at the bottom of a cliff if you have no care for your path.” However, he couldn’t care, not locked in the home as he was. His only freedom had brought him to the dark fairy.

Closing his eyes, he was sure you closed your eyes when you kissed someone, he leaned his lips in toward the fairy’s. They were cool and moist like morning dew. He had an odd floating sensation and then heard a high pitched whine.

The cackle returned, and James opened his eyes to see what his wish had wrought. Falling in surprise he landed on a branch to examine his new body. Then he sang with joy.

This is my entry to the pinterest contest. Be sure to check out all the other fabulous entries as well as the hundreds of amazing pictures on the pinterest board.

May 25, 2012

Indie Chicks Cafe

I wanted to share the new writer group I've joined. The Indie Chicks Cafe is comprised of a group of like minded authors trying to band together for mutual support in this new publishing world. Elizabeth West was persistent enough to get me an invite. So far, I haven't done a lot, tweets mostly, trying to increase the group's exposure. The biggest things I've done is write and contribute a blog post. Rather than repost it here, I will link to it directly. Please browse the site, take a look around. Multiple authors in multiple genres. You find something you've been looking for here.

May 7, 2012

Being Two People is Difficult

So my penname is launched. Unfortunately, for the last couple of weeks, I've been pouring time into her, fleshing her out, connecting her to as many (now more) people than my personal identity. She has her own twitter feed, her own facebook and her own blog. Her blog is a damn sight more successful than this one. She has a theme and scheduled posts for two weeks based on it.

Over all, I think she's making me look bad. I mean, who wants to look at the whiny wall flower over here when you have the big blooming, scent spraying, bee attractor over there? This might be good. I've been worried about reaching a YA audience, but an erotica author has so much less trouble reaching her readers, they're already online! They're adults who read blogs, look for recipes or child help advice, and yes, look for news on the latest kink. They're likely to cross my path in their searches. Young adults aren't.

Please don't think I'm giving up on YA. I love it and already have three more MS in the genre. However, I'm feeling a little more... fulfilled in my work on the erotica penname. I feel like I'm making the right connections to further myself and my writing.

Let's not talk about the actual writing. sigh I have not been getting a lot of fresh writing done. I have several complete manuscripts to edit and bits and pieces for an epic fantasy that aren't quite enough to pull together yet. Most of my writing lately has been blog posts (for the alternate) and flash fiction (both mine and hers). I have a number of books from writing acquaintances on my Kobo to read, so I do that when there is no inspiration to write. After all, reading helps my writing, especially if I can nail down what about a story is drawing and carrying my interest and what is keeping it from catching with me. Those nebulous things are the same ones I need to pay attention to in my own writing.

I just received detailed comments on Cargon: Duty and Sacrifice, sequel to Cargon: Honour and Privilege, so I know what I'm doing for the next little while, but when I'm in the truck on the 5 hour drive to Fort McMurray next week, I need something new to work on, to write on paper. I hope this blip in the word flow will clear by then. If not... we'll see if reading the Kobo makes me as car sick as reading a book. gulp