I’m having a give away over at Stumbling Over Chaos. By entering, you’ll have the chance to win copies of “Mark of the Familiar” and “Gift of the Familiar”: http://www.stumblingoverchaos.com/archives/25074
Check it out!
MotF
Standalone release: Mark of the Familiar
Weee!
“Mark of the Familiar,” originally released in the Written in Flesh anthology is now available as a standalone.
In December, “Gift of the Familiar” will also be available and I’m plotting some giveaways on some other blogs. Exciting, yes?
Anyway, for those who don’t know about it, here is all about “Mark of the Familiar”:
Ellis, having killed his abusive master, is placed in the custody of a safe house for magical beings. Within those brick walls, he finds more than safety. But William has dealt with people’s unwanted attentions his entire life and wants nothing to do with Ellis or his devotion. Except Ellis is determined to convince William that their bond is more than just skin deep and that together they can make something magical.
It’s available through Storm Moon Press.
Did you hear?
Did you hear that whooosh?
That wasn’t me exhaling in relief, that was the days flying by.
It snuck up on me, but the anthology with my short story “Mark of the Familiar” is due out on Friday, Sept. 13!
You can preorder it here: http://www.stormmoonpress.com/books/Written-in-Flesh.aspx
I’m super excited!
The anthology is Written in Flesh, so if you like tattoos and gorgeous ink, then check it out 🙂
Victory doesn’t mean the war is over
As I anxiously await the second edits that I’m assuming are coming on my submitted piece (the print date is listed as Sept 14)…
I got two submissions out the door, both for Christmas/Holiday-theme calls. One is straight up soft, gooey marshmallow fluff, contemporary Christmas story, the other is a fantasy continuation of the already accepted submission. So I got both out, which means victory.
Of course, I still have plenty of work ahead. I made a spreadsheet of my writing to-do list and it’s terrifying how many stories I want to write. Having the time to realize those stories is another matter. I worked this weekend on doing a quick edit on a story (to see if there were plot holes, inconsistencies) and want to write the sequel now (thankfully it was already on the list)…but have a submission due In November that is uber priority.
And I started writing a romance with an asexual lead, but got horribly distracted, so it’s on the back burner for now.
Now to bury my head in edits 🙂 Happy apocalypse edits. Woo!
Surprise! It’s August
August is a month of mixed emotions for me. When I was a kid, I was torn between wishing summer would never end and wanting school to start again (Shush, I was one of those!). Also, my birthday is in August, so I always got excited about that.
Despite continuing to age, I still look forward to my birthday presents and I no longer dread summer ending, as it just means the weather is going to get nice and cool (before getting VERY cold and me looking forward to April).
This August snuck up on me. I’ve been busy writing 30,000 words for ‘Camp Nano’ (You can see the progression here.) Plus working full time and part time, riding my horses, and flitting around place to place for birthday parties and other familial events.
But, I did get my Camp Nano done (code name BAW), I got back MotF edits (*weeps*), and I finished up and sent out to beta MotF2. I have two stories I want to submit at the end of August, one at the end of October, and several others I’ll get to when I have time to check my pulse! I’m feeling like an actual author, just a bit 😉 Of course, all of these could get smacked down and not accepted, but yeah…that’s part of feeling like an author too 🙂
On a happier note, I have 12 billion stories I want to tell and no idea how many of them will make a complete story. Pretty little trinkets in the mind don’t always translate into a story others want to hear (or stories that the characters want to tell). Some days I just want to make a book of snapshots of various characters. Maybe I will.
I’ll put it on the list.
Big plates
With one submission out the door and a huge life decision made (for better or worse), I decided I really need to get off my arse with the writing/submitting thing (especially since said decision was related to that).
I know, I know, you’ve heard it before.
This time I mean business. I tapped together a monthly planner (because buying one at Target was expensive considering my needs…yes, I’m that cheap) and jotted in some deadlines and some submission deadlines and, well that’s it. Oh, and I wrote down holidays. Hey, it’s a start!
With MotF out the door, I was trying to focus on PN, but that ol’ Valentine’s day story nudged me and pointed out it was missing some scenes, so I’ve been working on them. Not sure why, but why not, right? So after the V-day story I’ll finish PN (though the ending keeps getting farther away), resume writing CLRewrite and make edits to BiB.
Not all this month. But I would like to get a chunk/all of this done by end of summer.
I’m not even thinking about betas yet.
Into the depths
My writing/editing/general work ethic has been floppy lately. I work full time and part time, so I guess there’s an excuse, but excuses are just that, so bleh.
I’m rewriting CL, although after the first chapter and a half I got derailed by two boys playing piano. Two boys flirting over piano is much easier to write than a man who is heart broken, devastated, and has nothing to live for.
I got the edits done for MotF and submitted it. No idea if it’s good enough. As my bosses have proven to me, I have no sense of my self-worth. 😀 Well, it’s been submitted, so I can’t do much else about that.
I have a few other stories that keep floating on the edge of my vision, one of which needs some major edits so it doesn’t feel cheesy (or any more cheesy than I naturally am), one that is stalled and has great potential but no movement, and I really want to make a submission to the BDSM holiday open call, but the guys are being suspiciously quiet.
That’s it for now. One day I’ll post more than once a month 😀
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