And it’s time for another vlog!
Have any questions for me? Ask in the comments and I’ll answer them in next month’s vlog. 😀
And it’s time for another vlog!
Have any questions for me? Ask in the comments and I’ll answer them in next month’s vlog. 😀
Not much has been going on this month. By which I mean, nothing much to write under a general ‘life’ entry. I have been busy, but that is under my writing entry below – writing pretty much is my life…
But it is getting warmer and the sun shines more often, so that is something.
Oh, and I went bowling for the first time this month. I enjoyed it very much, even if I’ve hardly any clue what I’m doing. I did win the last game, despite my ignorance, so I was starting to get something right.
This month has been mainly swallowed up in publishing Shadows of the Hersweald and trying to ignore things that will be happening over the next few months (like driving to a destination three hours away on my own this coming Saturday. But I’ll have maps and detailed instructions and a phone, so it should be fine.)
Finally, as some of you know, I’ve been helping with Kingdom Pen for a year or two now. Well, this month I became director of the Kingdom Pen writing team! Or, to be more specific, I am the Kingdom Pen Writing Team Captian… with possession of all the puns related to the term of Captian – from ship talk to Steve Roger.
What are some of your most recent Google searches? How have you been doing? Also… would you all be terribly sorry if I stopped Caption Challenges in a month or two? Feel free to chat below or ask me questions.
Welcome to the fifth and second to last day of the Shadows of the Hersweald Blog tour!
The war is over.
But can Haydn save those he cares for from his former comrades and rebels before it is too late?
Find out today in Shadows of the Hersweald: a Hansel and Gretel novella.
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And here I am… celebrating my novella release with my sister and onion rings last night.
It is here!!! Shadows of the Hersweald is live and you can now buy and read it at your pleasure!
They would have to come that afternoon. Haydn glared at the rutted road twisted away from the gate beneath him, slithering into the shadows of the Harsweald. And what was the flaming idea behind leaving him in charge? Nerthach in the hands of a criminal… that would put them all in the good graces of the province governor, no questions asked.
A battered soldier from a defeated army, Haydn knows there is only one end to the arrival of the Prince’s governor. Except he hasn’t counted on the Prince himself. Or the pardon which his recent foe has declared to acquit all those who fought against him.
A pardon Haydn detests.
A pardon that refuses to punish the rebels now threatening his own village. And his sister.
Guilt-ridden from his own actions during the war, Haydn knows there are others who have no conscience at all. Others who are using the freedom of the pardon to forward their own desperate schemes.
With enemies closing in on all sides, a pardon that refuses punishment, and nightmares of murder and fire haunting his every thought, will Haydn recognize the truth or will his fear condemn everything he loves to destruction?
Although the history of Aslaria and the conflict between the Prince and the rebel, Tauscher, flow chronologically through the series, each novella in the Legends of Light series is a stand-alone story. Each novella focuses on one of the nine aspects of the Fruit of the Spirit while twisting fairy tales in a clean, exciting, and inspiring manner.
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Extra post today, but here is my March vlog! It is also part of the Very Awesome Vlog Challenge. And… YouTube picked a weird picture for my thumbnail, but I didn’t feel like finding a new one so… Enjoy. 😉
Oh, and random question. Are any of you going to the Best of the British Bible and Science Conference at the Creation Museum? I’ll be there with some friends in May and I’d love to know if you were there too!
As always, if you have any questions for me just comment below and I’ll answer them next month.
Here we are. 🙂 Welcome to my serial story, Beyond the Parchment
So far we learned that a dysfunctional portal, invented by a weary writer, May Ann, actually begins to work, bringing characters to our world. And herself into their world.
Anyway, you can read the first parts of the story here. You could just read the short blurbs about them, of course, but you’ll probably miss some important details. The blurbs are there for those of you who have read the story and are trying to keep track of all the names, more than anything else. You’re welcome. *bows*
Part 1: It Just had to be Lord Jerinthreo Kraven Balstin the Second: in which a writer, May Ann, wakes up to find a portal she’d designed in her book has become operational and two brothers, Jerinthreo and Daraton have come through and engaged in a bitter fight.
Part 2: All brothers fight sometimes, right?: May Ann tries to keep the brothers from killing each other. Grabs Jerin and pulls him into a secret passage, only to discover she has Daraton instead (they are identical twins). Break out of the passage into May Ann’s kitchen only to discover Varizan, a villain May Ann created, waiting for them.
Part 3: My kitchen will never be the same: Another fight between Daraton and Varizan breaks out in May Ann’s kitchen and May Ann saves Daraton’s life by shoving them both through the portal (which so happens to be the fridge).
Part 4: I am never doing that again: May Ann and Daraton arrive in Braceaon, Daraton is wounded and Varizan’s soldiers have taken over Daraton’s former home. May Ann helps Daraton away and they find Ethred, a lady both Jerin and Daraton seem to respect, and her daughter, Adella, who happens to be Lord Daraton’s wife.
Part 5: Well, that complicates things:: May Ann confers with Ethred and Adella and discovers they are both wordsmiths, chosen from their generations to record what happens in other realms (with some creative license). With Daraton resting, May Ann finally tries to get some sleep. But her eyes have barely closed when she finds herself wide awake. And captive in her own world.
Part 6: Why can’t this just be a dream: May Ann is a Varizan’s prisoner in this world. She (and he) realize that she is now in both worlds, though only awake in one. Varizan cryptically questions her, wanting to use her power as a wordsmith, then knocks her out.
My eyes fly open to glimpse Ethred and Adella bending over me. I groan and shove myself upright. “This is not how that portal was supposed to work.”
“Back, are you?” Ethred straightens and flashes a grin at Adella. “I told you she’d be fine. Besides,” she turns her attention to me. “You are the Wordsmith. Of course it would work differently on you.”
I groan, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed and pressing my hand to my forehead. “If by differently you mean being in two places at once and not being able to get a mental wink of sleep, while one body is unconscious and the other has to survive deadly dangers, then yes. I’d say it works differently.”
Adella crouches beside me, her brow furrowing she places two fingers to my neck and feels my wrist. “You’re sure you are fine? You were… you looked dead, almost.”
I force a smile. “Self-diagnosed as not dead.” I shake my hair out of my face and scan the room. What had Varizan said? Ask Ethred about the power of Wordsmiths? And Daraton… Black Shadows? A bit redundant but still, somewhat cool.
“Does Varizan know?” Ethred crosses her arms, standing before me as Adella slips back to where Daraton still sleeps. “About this shifting between realms deal?”
I blink. “Why do you think I woke up so quickly?”
“Fair point. He must be jealous.”
I press my hand to my forehead. Sleep. I need sleep. Except that only means Varizan again… “Daraton? How is he?”
“He hasn’t woken,” Adella replies. “Salendrian poison…” She shakes her head and presses her hand against his forehead. “Varizan knows of the cure. If he were here…” Her jaw tightens and her eyes flash as she lifts her gaze to mine. “Can you get that portal working again?”
“I wish.” I bite my lip. I shoved myself to my feet and turn on Ethred. “The power of the wordsmiths, what do you know of it?”
Her brow furrows. “We record, I already told you that. At least, we do our best to record. We don’t have any–”
“That isn’t what Varizan claims.” I advance a step. “There is something he wants. I’m still figuring him out, but he seems confident I can provide it. I’m assuming it is something a wordsmith in one’s own world can’t offer, else he’d have come to you instead of bothering with a portal.” My voice gains confidence. “Words cannot bring back the dead, but they have power. And I suspect you know a bit more about it than I do.”
For the first time, Ethred glances away. Her lips press in a tight line.
Well… that is an answer of some kind, anyway.
“What about the Black Shadows?” I press my advantage.
Both heads snap toward me.
“Black Shadows?” Adella rises to her feet. “Where did you hear that name?”
I roll my eyes. “Varizsan, of course. I didn’t make it up if that is what you are wondering. Well?”
“They were… raiders.” Ethred speaks slowly. “No allegiance. No nationality, though many of them hailed from Salendria. Lord Balstin fought them during the wars. Routed them. Never a single defeat, or so we heard.”
“And Varizan…?” A raider, perhaps? But no, he’d been a villager. A farmer. He had a family; one that died, by his own admission. Black Shadows. Bandit wars. Lord Balstin the Undefeated… pieces shift, twisting into various shapes and possibilities. I shove them all to the side. “Does Varizan have a captain or second in command of some sort nearby?”
Ethred narrows her eyes. “Why?”
I stare back. “I need information on this ambassador if we are to figure out how to stop him. And maybe he’ll know about a cure for Daraton.”
Ethred is already shaking her head. “And you think Thrayton will help you why, exactly?”
I pace to the end of the room and stare out into the night. Night… how can it still be dark? “Depends. Does he care for Varizan or fear him?”
“My dear, there is nothing on this earth Thrayton fears.”
“Well then,” I spin, planting my hands behind me on the windowsill. “How about a deal? Varizan is trapped in a cruel hard world and if Thrayton ever wants to see his…” I searched for a word. Master? Friend? “If he ever wants to see him again, he’s going to help us.”
Adella’s eyes gleam. “Nice. He might even believe you.”
Ethred still frowns. “And… you can reopen the portal?”
I scowl at her her. “Not yet. But I will figure it out.”
“Hmmm. I’m not–”
“I’m going with you.” Adella strides across the room and slings her quiver over her shoulders. “We’ll improvise if something goes wrong.”
I raise my eyebrows. “You mean if it turns out he doesn’t want Varizan back and we twist the story so that Daraton is the only one to can stop him and we need help.”
Adella doesn’t blink. “Something like that. Yes.”
“Adella!” Ethred steps forward, her eyes slipping between us.
Ethred hesitates, then her knuckles whiten over the back of a chair. “Be careful. And don’t you dare get captured, because I can’t tend to your husband and rescue you at the same time. Understand?”
Adella inclines her head. “I’ll be careful. We should be back by dawn. Unless,” she looks at me, her brow furrowing. “Unless she goes to sleep again.”
I roll my eyes. “I’m not just going to fall asleep.” Does Varizan have a way to wake me up, though? If he does…? Hmm, not sure what would happen. Could be interesting. I’d rather not find out.
I follow Adella from the cottage, back into the cool night. My fingers close about the dagger I’d saved from Daraton’s wound. Maybe Thrayton will recognize it. Whatever the case, I have a weapon of my own now, never mind the fact all my knowledge of how to use one came from a book. It is a knife. How hard can it be? I grimace.
Adella’s steps are firm, quick, retracing my own steps from earlier that evening. I grip her arm, pulling back as lights glint from a manor house. “Where are we going?”
She raises her eyebrows. “Did you think Thrayton was holed up in some cave or camp? All the ambassador’s men lodged in the manor. Thrayton will be running the place by now, or at least keeping some semblance of order.”
Thrayton… I shift through my memory as I fall in pace a step behind Adella. Nothing. I have nothing. Varizan really isn’t as well developed as I thought. Some skills–well, more than some. And… that’s about it. It’s not my fault! I wasn’t done with him yet, or with any of the others for that matter. I scowl.
My steps whisper against the grass and my fingers tighten around my dagger. The manor looms before us, dark. Deserted. One man rests on the top step, his arms crossed over one raised knee, his head leaning against the doorframe. Wonderful. A guard. Of course…
Shouts and the tramp of feet drift from the barracks and stables, but here all is surrounded in a pool of silence. Torches lift the night into a gloaming. The man shifts slowly as we approach, not even turning his gaze on us until we are mere paces away. His eyes flit over us and he scowls as he pushes himself to his feet.
“None of the lords are here, nor the ambassador either. I’d suggest you hurry back to the village. The night isn’t safe for such as you, even if you do carry a bow.”
I start. That voice… I’ve heard it before. Daraton and I… the stables. What had he said? Everyone vanishing isn’t natural, even for him. He’ll have got himself in deeper than he meant to this time…
“Obviously.” He crosses his arms as we don’t move. Light and shadows rove back and forth over his face.
Adella glances at me. I glance back at her.
She scowls, then advances a step. “We actually came to speak with you. And unless you are declaring open war on your hosts here at Braceaon, then I call upon your honor to help us.”
“Honor?” He springs forward a step. “Varizan has vanished. With a dozen of his men! On this land. I will do as I please until we get him back. If you have information about his location, then speak. Otherwise,” he flung out a hand, then turned away. “Just leave. I’ve other matters to deal with.”
Adella presses her lips tight, but I hold her back and advance a step. “I’ve seen Varizan.”
“Indeed.” Thrayton snorts then pauses as he glances at me, taking in my clothing. His eyes rest at my belt, freeze, then snap back to my face. “Let me have that!”
“This?” I draw the dagger. “It’s why we are here, actually. We need–”
“Let. Me. Have. That.” Thrayton strides forward and holds out his hand. “How did you come by this?”
I relinquish the weapon with a scowl. “Hurling a knife at someone is not how someone generally tries to keep their daggers safe.”
Thrayton grunts, holding the dagger up to the light. “Someone was wounded.” It is a statement, not a question. His eyes jerk back to me. He sighs. “Varizan poisoned his blades again, didn’t he?”
“And now Lord Daraton is dying,” Adella says. “We need the cure. And we need it quickly.”
A shadow crosses Thrayton’s face. “That is not something you will get unless you speak with Varizan himself.” He watches me closely. “Ah, so you do know where he is then?”
I blink. How had he just…?
“Where is he?”
“There is a portal, or was a portal…” I glance toward the stables. “He’s trapped on the other side.”
“Enjoying himself immensely, I’m sure.” Thrayton scowls. “How do we get over?”
“We don’t,” I say. “Lord Jerinr… Jerin…”
“Jerinthreo,” Adella supplies.
“Right. Anyway, he opened it. I’ll need to speak to him to figure out how to reopen it.”
“And where is he?”
Thrayton throws his arms into the air. “And what use is all this news to me? You know where he is, but you can’t even speak to him or–”
“I can speak to him,” I interrupt.
I shrug and glance at Adella apologetically. “I just need to go to sleep.”
Her jaw tightens, but she nods and pulls several flowers from her pocket. “I suspected as much. These will send you away quick enough.”
Well, then… I take the pale blossoms and sniff at them, then grasp Adella’s shoulders as the ground suddenly spins.
“Not here!” I hear her voice faintly. “What… don’t you know how…? Thrayton, help me, would you?”
Strong arms slip around my knees as they buckle, and another arm catches my shoulders. Blackness, flecked with petals, washes around me…
And I blink away back in my closet. The door is ajar and shouts echo through the house. More drift in faintly from what must be outside.
“Jerin…” my words slur, then jerk to a stop. The ropes are cut. The closet is empty.
The door opens and I lurch upright as a shadow moves between me and the light. Varizan smiles. “How nice to join us again. I hoped you would. And I’m afraid I need your help.” He taps the daggers at his belt. “You see, I’m very worried that Jerinthreo has just succeeded in rescuing himself.”
One thing I enjoy about being the oldest of nine children is watching my siblings grow up. I watched a brother and sister go to college and get jobs. One of my little brothers is starting to write and has eight books planned. He is thirteen. Another brother is reading everything I give him. I am quite happy to oblige.
One thing I didn’t expect to be doing for some years yet was watching a brother join the military. Yet it has happened. My oldest ‘little’ brother, Josiah, signed up for the Marines last week. He’s not officially in quite yet…he has to get a waiver for his feet (something we are hoping he’ll get this next week). If he gets the waiver (and it is likely he will) he will head off to boot camp in June. If not, he’ll be leaving next year.
It is a bit startling to suddenly realize that one’s siblings are as old as the young men leading armies and rescuing nations in my own stories. And that they are leaving on their own. Though Josiah is the first, I’ve feeling he won’t be the last of my brothers to join up as the years pass.
Finally, you can join my launch team for Shadows of the Hersweald. Check it out here, because it’s going to be fun and I’m looking forward to working with you and besides, quite frankly, launching a book is not something one can do on their own.
What have you been up to recently? How many writing projects do you work on at a time? Has spring appeared yet? Feel free to chat below or ask me questions. 🙂
Interested in being on the inside of the publication and marketing process, helping me take over the hearts and minds of the world one story at a time? Join my street team…ahem, army, the Legendaires. Click here for more information.
So, I announced that I was building a Launch Team for Shadows of the Hersweald last week. You can find out details about the novella in that post (oooh, look, I even have a link *smirks*). Today I have what I didn’t have then. Details. Always a nice thing to know – for you, I suppose, but also for me.
I’ll contact everyone in my launch team during the first full week of March. I will be setting up a closed Facebook group too, and will contact you all either through there or through email (depending on how many people are actually on Facebook.)
For those of you who signed up for review copies of Shadows of the Hersweald, I’ll send out ebook copies of the novella that first week as well.
The next week I’ll have one or two tasks involving a short story I wrote that happens before Shadows of the Hersweald and that will be free to everyone who signs up to my newsletter. I’ll also send out blog tour stuff for everyone has signed up for that.
The last week before the launch will involve sharing about the book as well as a countdown. Then, of course, there will be the first week of the launch itself where anyone interested (be they part of the launch team or not) can share about Shadows of the Hersweald, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.
To be clear, however, you can pick and choose what you would like to do. You aren’t obligated to do everything. Now, there will be a point system. Everyone who reaches 50 points will receive several bookmarks in the mail. Or a Shadows of the Hersweald bookmark and maybe a magnet or…never mind me. I just got an idea this morning and I need to look into seeing how it will work. Moving on, the person who gets the most points will receive a dagger and a leatherbound journal (there is a vague possibility this last prize will change, but I doubt it). I also have a second dagger. I’ll draw lots to see who gets that one. And… I don’t have pictures yet. But they are pretty cool. 😉
One final note… those who want to help but don’t have a blog and aren’t on social media. There are a few things you can do if you really want to help.
If you can do this, feel free to signup for the for the Launch Team.
And… that is pretty much it. *grins* You can sign up HERE if you are interested, and I will be seeing you all next week!
Oh, one last thing. What are your thoughts on a Facebook party? I’ve seen writers doing them, and I’ve taken part in some, but have never tried to host one myself. Is it something you would be interested in? Let me know in the comments below!
So, this was supposed to part of the Very Awesome Vlog Challenge. Except I pretty much messed up the whole thing. Not only did I forget to answer the questions from December (I’ll get to them in a few weeks, I promise) I actually answered the last challenge’s questions instead of the February-April questions. No wonder they seemed slightly familiar. The answers might be different, though… In any case, I filmed it, so you guys get to watch it. 😉 I’ll film another one in about two weeks and answer all the right questions this time.
So, there you are. If you have any questions, comment below and I will go through all of them and try to answer everyone in the next vlog.
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