I recently advised authors not to blog when they're angry, but as usual, I'm going to ignore my own advice and do what I want. Today, I'm blogging when I'm spitting mad. Furious.
By now, I'm sure you're all familiar with many of the sordid details of my publishing experiences with a small press. Well, guess what? The story gets worse...
In anticipation of the October release of Tricia Drammeh’s young adult paranormal novel, The Seance, we’ve got a fun giveaway in store for you. It’s easy to enter and completely free. Entry is as simple as liking a few Facebook Pages. For 10 extra entries, visit the Honeyshadow Premade Cover website and select the cover you think Tricia chose for her book. On August 10th, we’ll reveal the cover and the winners of the giveaway.
What’s The Seance about? Here’s a hint:
Ninth grade can be a nightmare when you don’t fit in at school, your crush chooses someone else, and your parents tell you they’re having a new baby. Abby was prepared for normal high school problems. She wasn’t prepared for a demon.
Abby has always been fascinated by the paranormal, but after an ill-fated séance, she discovers not all Spirits are benign. A dark entity unleashed during the summoning sets out to destroy Abby, and within days, she loses her best friend, incurs the wrath of her parents, and becomes a prisoner in her own home. With time quickly running out, she assembles an unlikely group of helpers: the most hated guy in school, a retired psychic, and the cute clerk from her favorite bookstore. Unless the demon is defeated, Abby and her new baby brother won’t stand a chance.
I swear. I’m only dead-ish.
I know I haven’t updated in about 40 berjillion years, but life sorta smacked me upside the head and I had a crisis with book 2. I’ve essentially scrapped the entire thing, and am going with an entirely new plot, once I get around to writing it. Taking a break from Redhaven to work on little side projects whenever I feel like it. I know I’ve only written one book, but I’ve spent months and months trying to figure out book fucking 2, and it’s pissing me off, so I’m letting it sit. It’ll come out eventually, just… not right now.
Come October I’ll be going to school full time, 5 days a week, so that’s going to hamper writing time even more.
I hate my job, also. (Hence the “fuck it! i’m going to school” change.)
Fuck you, money! Blurgh.
Other than being poor and writerly-frustrated, I’m actually okay. Just doing other things. (Not that anyone particularly cares all that much, but just thought I’d make an update.)
I know, I know. It’s been about a billion years since I last updated. Book 2 is a menace on my free time. I am writer-ly-constipated. /sigh
Anyhoo! An interesting thing happened the other day – I had jury duty for the first time. Uh, ever. Not that most thrilling of adventures, but it’s not the actual duty that was interesting (although it was mildly amusing). In all of the places of the world, on all of the days of the year, in all of the panels of jurors ever, I found another writer.
Freaky right! We’re just like, crawling out of the woodwork here. (Maybe not -that- unbelievable, but I was pleasantly surprised to find someone to ‘talk shop with’, as he put it.)
My allotted lunch hour turned into “hey, let’s talk about books and writing and cover art and stuff.” I felt all fuzzy and professional. There was even an exchange of business cards. (Which reminded me how crappy mine are. I still have 127 to give out. Dammit.) All in all it was just really neat to talk to someone who knew what I meant when I said ‘kdp’ and ‘amazon’s algorithms are totally random and shitty’.
It got me thinking – if I could find one cool dude randomly in the middle of jury duty, and learn a bunch of things from him in one afternoon, what kind of enlightenment might I find if I went to a CONVENTION of equally minded, nerdy writer types? Think of the collection of business cards alone!
My main point is this – talk to people! You never know what you’ll find out. It might even lead to an hour long discussions about the ins and outs of erotica pen names. (No pun intended… sort of.)
A light at the end of the tunnel. Okay, it’s more like a soft glowing thing in the middle of the tunnel, but its pointing in the right direction!
It’s been forever since I’ve updated my blog, and I feel bad about that, but I’ve been so busy! Book #2 is humming along nicely (finally), and I’ve put a self imposed publishing deadline of July 31st on myself. If I keep up with my writing schedule, I should be able to make that. I’ve got a different editor now, and book 2′s cover is done – I just have to pay for it. (Sorry Skylar! I promise I didn’t drop off the face of the earth!)
But yeah, I was able to finally hammer out the plot (thanks Maegan!) and I think… -think-… that Ghostwolf is in an okayish good place. Mostly.
I’ve discovered a curious thing – my book tells me what’s wrong with it.
Yeah, it’s true. As I’m writing it, I know exactly, in that moment whats bad and whats good. Like, I’ll write a scene, and be like, “Meh, I don’t like it. It’s too…” and then I’ll know exactly what it is. So then I make a little note and move on. As I clickity-clack along, I slowly figure out what’s good for the book and what isn’t. I’m terrible at explaining it, but that’s what happens. At the end of all this, I’ll have a bunch of notes to reshape the book. I really hope it ends up decent.
Admittedly, though, I’ve been kind of neglecting my ‘author platform’ as it were. I haven’t been on twitter in ages, and my facebook page hasn’t really had anything new in a while. Maybe this is just normal writing downtime? I mean, writers need down time to, you know… write and stuff. I hoping I’ll push through the rest of this book and clean it up in time to head it off to the editor.
Ghostwolf! You’re coming out no later than August! This I have thusly promised myself!
Ghostwolf – Book #2 of the Redhaven Saga - COMING JULY 31st… EVEN IF IT KILLS ME.
Well, kind of.
As some of you may (or may not) know, I’ve been fighting with book 2 like crazy. It sucks. I don’t like writing it. It doesn’t want to let me write it. Everything in it is poo. Etcetera, etcetera…
Well, I ended up re-writing pretty much the whole plot, and it seems to be jiving much better now. Should be on track to get it published by August at the latest. (Two months past my original target of May, but… late is better than never.)
You might think, hey! That’s great, Tori! You finally punched that book in the balls and got it to behave! Yeah, I guess I did. It feels better now, but my brain is trying to screw me over.
I don’t know how to tell you this, Book 2, but… I’ve been cheating on you. With Khimaera. I’m sorry you had to find out this way. It’s okay, we can have joint custody of the chapters… You can visit alternate weekends, and hey! We’ll have christmas together, right?
In all serious, my brain has been floating away to other projects. I keep getting these little sparks of ideas here and there, and I ended up kind of resurrecting an old project of mine a few nights ago.
I know I really should be pushing through book 2, but there’s this thing writer’s get, and I don’t have a name for it, but if you’ve ever written something long term, you probably know what I mean. It’s like this: Yeah, your current project is wonderful, and sparkly, and you can write it more or less painlessly, but then you get an idea, that -one- idea that makes your brain go “holy crap, write this right now”, and before you know it, it’s 2 am and you’ve got a series plot and some characters fleshed out, and half of a chapter fell out of thin air.
I feel bad for taking my attention away from Redhaven #2, buuuut… sometimes you need to step back, I guess. Give your brain a different flavor to chew on.
Plus, you know… zombies are cool. Khimaera will be fun if you like zompoc scenarios, but what drives me even more nuts than fighting with a book is totally dropping a series to write another. Khimaera won’t be for a couple of years, most likely, but at least it let me breathe.
Moral of the story, writerly-wise: Sometimes it’s good to work on other things.
Just thought I’d pass that along. And sorry for the lack of blog stuff. A zombie ate my router. :(
I wish book #2 would cooperate with me and let me write it. I’m tired of fighting with it.
Well, that was fun! It started off painfully slow, and then exploded in the last 12 hours before the promo was over. Wish I knew why, but… ah well. Numbers are fun!
I woke up this morning with 10 fresh sales, so that’s also cool. Hopefully I’ll get some reviews in. I know there’s a few things I need to work on for the next books (and there were some issues with the first, for that matter), but the more I can learn, the better the next ones’ll be. I’m getting a good checklist going for “things to watch out for”.
Anyway, that was a bit side-tracky. Here’s my end rankings for the promo and total units given away.
Total units given away: 5,457
A brief victory, but a victory nonetheless. Ranking reverted to my old paid ranking this morning, so that was sad. But still! Awesome! Thank you, readery-type-peoples! :)
Praise for ‘HEALER’S TOUCH’
“I wanted to cheer her on a few times when she stood up for herself. I was also embarrassed for her
a time or two when she couldn’t control her mouth. ” Lostinsidethecovers Blog
Take a Peek Inside
Excerpt #1 -
“So Quaver wants me to ‘keep me safe’, and Braph wants me for my blood. What do Turhmos want me for? To fight for their army?” Llew asked.
Jonas choked on a laugh and Llew glared at him.
“I can fight.”
“You throw a letter opener mighty fine. But there’s a difference between a back-road scuffle and a battlefield.”
“What do they want with me, if not to fight?” She turned back to Aris.
“They want your sons,” said Aris.
“My–? But I don’t… ew!” Llew had never taken the time to consider having children, but the thought now thrust itself into her brain. She didn’t like it. Especially not in an unknown country under some sort of marital arrangement. Or martial, for that matter.
Excerpt #2 -
Jonas punched the tree again. Bark and blood flew; his skin wasn’t impenetrable.
“Hey, Jonas.” Hisham slid from his horse and went to grab Jonas’ arm. But Jonas just swung even faster and harder – too fast for his friend. The tree creaked, and pain shot up his arm. He folded over, cradling the limb and shaking out his hand, all the while cursing profusely and stamping a foot.
“That’s not helping, my friend,” said Hisham, placing a hand on Jonas’ back. “We’re doin’ the best we can.”
Jonas took a moment to breathe through his curses. Then he straightened, stretching and clenching the injured hand. He’d scraped his knuckles good and jarred his bones, but nothing was broken. He looked at Hisham, thinking he would just agree with his friend, climb back on his horse, and they would carry on. But when he looked up, all he wanted to do was punch something – someone – else, and Hisham didn’t deserve it.
Jonas turned away, striding several frustrated paces, muttering, cursing Braph, cursing Turhmos, cursing himself for leaving Llew, cursing Llew for not just letting him be and staying put inside where she was safe, cursing Lord Tovias for not having an estate secure against Braph… He walked away from and back to Hisham several times, muttering and cursing, muttering and cursing. And finally stopped in front of his friend and puffed out a deep breath.
“I know,” he said. “But it’s not enough. Braph can fly.”
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