This is my first Saturday participating in the Science Fiction Fantasy Saturday snippet posting! Thanks to Heidi Ruby Miller for directing me over to the Science Fiction Fantasy Saturday blog.
I decided to post a quick snippet from my current wip, Empress Game. This is the end of the heroes’ first full conversation:
Their kiss in the arena sprang to mind even as she changed her grip on the hilt of her kris daggers. Alone with him, this close, she caught the heated scent of his skin: old-fashioned imperial soap. A scent sadly lacking on Altair Tri.
He held his hands up—away from his sides, fingers spread—keeping a careful eye on her daggers.
“I mean to make you an offer you can’t refuse, Shadow.”
“And I mean to sheathe my dagger in something soft if you don’t back the hell up and get out of my room. Now.”
“We’ll finish this later.” He slipped out before she could reply.
Friday, December 16, 2011
Friday, December 9, 2011
Entangled Publishing Open Call for Anthology Submissions
Here's an awesome open call for submissions by hot new boutique publisher Entangled Publishing. Check out the super cool theme: Geeks! The submission deadline is April 15th, so get those stories in!
CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS
Forget the meek—the geek shall inherit the earth, and it’s their turn to find out just how much love bytes. We love seeing beauty and brains combined, whether geeks are dealing with the tiresome rigors of tech support, arguing Star Wars vs. Star Trek, brewing coffee in beakers, pwning the opposing faction in an MMORPG, or single-handedly bringing down an unstoppable robot army. No longer shall geeks be pushed to the bottom of the social ladder. The geek revolution is now, and we want to hear their stories.
Entangled publishing seeks submissions for a 2012 geek collection on the Ever After line. Submissions must:
• Be 20,000 to 40,000 words in length.
• Contain strong romantic elements.
• Involve a geek as a primary character, anything from a programmer to a starship engineer.
All heat levels will be accepted, but erotic elements must not be the main focus of the story.
Previously published material will not be considered, nor will manuscripts that have already been rejected by Entangled.
Manuscripts that have been chosen for the anthology will be released as ebooks in 2012, with the possibility of a print compilation at a later date.
To submit a manuscript for consideration, please send the full manuscript (RTF format) and a one-page query letter briefly describing the premise, heat level, and word count to everafter-submissions(at)entangledpublishing(dot)com. Query letters should be addressed to Adrien-Luc Sanders. Please include “Geek Collection” and your title in the subject line.
Submissions are open until April 15th, 2012 and final decisions will be made by May 1st. Standard Entangled Publishing royalty rates apply. Standard Entangled Publishing royalty rates apply.
CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS
Forget the meek—the geek shall inherit the earth, and it’s their turn to find out just how much love bytes. We love seeing beauty and brains combined, whether geeks are dealing with the tiresome rigors of tech support, arguing Star Wars vs. Star Trek, brewing coffee in beakers, pwning the opposing faction in an MMORPG, or single-handedly bringing down an unstoppable robot army. No longer shall geeks be pushed to the bottom of the social ladder. The geek revolution is now, and we want to hear their stories.
Entangled publishing seeks submissions for a 2012 geek collection on the Ever After line. Submissions must:
• Be 20,000 to 40,000 words in length.
• Contain strong romantic elements.
• Involve a geek as a primary character, anything from a programmer to a starship engineer.
All heat levels will be accepted, but erotic elements must not be the main focus of the story.
Previously published material will not be considered, nor will manuscripts that have already been rejected by Entangled.
Manuscripts that have been chosen for the anthology will be released as ebooks in 2012, with the possibility of a print compilation at a later date.
To submit a manuscript for consideration, please send the full manuscript (RTF format) and a one-page query letter briefly describing the premise, heat level, and word count to everafter-submissions(at)entangledpublishing(dot)com. Query letters should be addressed to Adrien-Luc Sanders. Please include “Geek Collection” and your title in the subject line.
Submissions are open until April 15th, 2012 and final decisions will be made by May 1st. Standard Entangled Publishing royalty rates apply. Standard Entangled Publishing royalty rates apply.
Harlequin’s Newest Editor!!
After 6 months of waiting and 6 different editing tests, I have been contracted as a freelance editor for Harlequin! I am over the moon with excitement :)
What this means for me: Those books you’re seeing on the bookstore shelves? The novels you’re buying on your nook or kindle? Yeah. I touched that. I edited that. I helped shape that. Wow. I am so excited about this opportunity and looking forward to helping good authors improve already great books! :)
Wish me luck!
What this means for me: Those books you’re seeing on the bookstore shelves? The novels you’re buying on your nook or kindle? Yeah. I touched that. I edited that. I helped shape that. Wow. I am so excited about this opportunity and looking forward to helping good authors improve already great books! :)
Wish me luck!
Didn’t See That Coming – Writing Prompt #39
I’m currently reading a Sci-Fi novel, Stardoc by S.L. Viehl, that I didn’t expect initially to enjoy very much. I picked it up at a yard sale for maybe $1, if that, and it was in a moment of boredom that I plucked it off of my shelf to give it a shot. I am SO glad I did. :) While not life-changing or the best book I’ve ever read, it is entertaining, and most importantly, surprising! I am hooked in a way I haven’t been with my reading lately.
When reading yesterday I hit a spot that the writer in me applauded.
The main character is a diminutive female doctor named Cherijo. She’s only 18, grew up sheltered and also dominated by an overbearing father. She’s out of her element on a frontier colony, and pushed to her breaking point in an understaffed, underequipped FreeClinic medical trauma unit.
She’s not my typical fave hero, because I prefer knife/sword-wielding badasses, but I like her all the same despite her being more healer than martial.
When, in a totally freakish moment, the man escorting her somewhere grabbed her quickly and established a mental link with her, without her permission I was outraged! He locked up her body and I felt her complete surprise, horror and fury over it. Turns out the man was trying it on her to see if he could. When he finally releases her and apologizes, the author surprised me by going outside of the healer mode for Cherijo and doing something I found 100% believable: She had Cherijo draw back and punch the man square in the face with all her fear and outrage burning through her.
That was what I didn’t see coming, the realism. Which, of course, inspired a prompt!
I’m not sure it’s possible in the space of a prompt, but, see if you can put a character in a situation where they can surprise a reader, believably, with their actions.
Ready… go!
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Here’s my attempt:
Other than the fact that it was red, the toaster oven was almost completely useless. It slow-baked when you wanted it to toast, and considered 350⁰ close enough when you set the oven temp to 400⁰.
Karen sighed at the warmed brick that should have been a delicious piece of sourdough toast and cursed the toaster oven, swearing once again she’d replace it if it didn’t shape up.
She wouldn’t.
The lifetime of frugality she’d learned from her mom would prevent her from tossing out an item that, though it sucked, wasn’t truly broken.
Karen caught fossilized crumbs on her plate and settled at the kitchen table with a book. She managed only a few pages before her cell phone rang. It was a fairly rare occurrence at night, for which she was thankful after listening to the chiming double-ring of the phones all day at work. Her family rarely called, their lives allowing barely more free time than the seconds it took to punch out a text, and the hour was such that if it was her dad, he’d been drinking and probably wouldn’t remember tomorrow that she’d ignored his call tonight.
She didn’t want to talk to whoever it was but her safety nature made her cross to the desk, book still in hand, and glance at the phone’s display.
Her boss’s ID.
She picked it up, faked the phone-smile-voice, and answered.
A coworker had to call out. In her boss’s opinion, being down one man left them in a desperate situation, and could she come in early. Right. Because when the business world didn’t start to panic until market open, they’d certainly get slammed at 5 am. She rolled her eyes as she agreed to the 4 am wake up time like it was really necessary. At least the Chicken Little was grateful when someone soothed his ridiculousness.
She dumped the phone back onto the desk, then cracked open her book. Where was she. . . .
The phone rang. Her boss again.
God damnit.
Unless he’d realized he was being a complete tool about having her come in early, she definitely didn’t want to talk to him again.
“Hello?”
Ah. The weekend. It was the same employee who was scheduled on this weekend, who also couldn’t cover that. Could she? She’d rather poke her eye out. She already had to cover all of New Year’s.
“Uh…”
They could really use her.
“No one else could do it?”
He hadn’t asked anyone at the larger office because despite it being 9 pm on a Thursday and no one else caring if it was scheduled yet or not, he couldn’t sleep until he knew someone was covering the weekend he wasn’t even the back-up on.
“I guess I could. . . .”
Great. She was a lifesaver. Of course he would have done it, if he could, he said. He’d love the overtime, but of course he didn’t get it. He worked 10 breakless hours all day all week he reminded her. As if he ever let anyone forget it. And he didn’t even get overtime, he reminded her. Right. Because he hadn’t known that was the case when he accepted the supe job they’d offered him.
Complete tool.
She made all the non-committal noises of sympathy she could handle while he talked about how he never took days off, wanting both to say “stfu,” and “I’m trying to read, gtf off my phone.”
Working the weekend. Again. She thought of the Christmas shopping she had to do, of the errands she needed to run, the dinner out she wanted to have with her boyfriend…scrapped. The weekend shift meant never being farther from her computer than the laundry room, ready even in the dead of night to work at the drop of a hat. Sure, with a laptop and wifi she could sit at a coffee shop and wait in case work came in, but she couldn’t be off the grid for the time it took to get there. Just. In. Case.
Paid OT was a minor compensation when she thought of how she just couldn’t afford to work the weekend and try to keep up with the rest of her life.
Grrr.
He could take his OT, his “I never take a day off, I hate to stick you with this,” his sky-is-falling paranoia and shove it.
The OT…
She went to her kitchen, unplugged the shiny red toaster oven and marched down to the dumpster, pjs, slippers and all, to heave the useless appliance inside. She could afford to by a real toaster. She didn’t need to keep being frustrated by that abomination.
She made it three steps before the guilt set in. Five more before it really hit her. She made it to the outer door before she caved, pjs, slippers and all, and marched back to the dumpster to retrieve the not-really-broken appliance.
God damn.
When reading yesterday I hit a spot that the writer in me applauded.
The main character is a diminutive female doctor named Cherijo. She’s only 18, grew up sheltered and also dominated by an overbearing father. She’s out of her element on a frontier colony, and pushed to her breaking point in an understaffed, underequipped FreeClinic medical trauma unit.
She’s not my typical fave hero, because I prefer knife/sword-wielding badasses, but I like her all the same despite her being more healer than martial.
When, in a totally freakish moment, the man escorting her somewhere grabbed her quickly and established a mental link with her, without her permission I was outraged! He locked up her body and I felt her complete surprise, horror and fury over it. Turns out the man was trying it on her to see if he could. When he finally releases her and apologizes, the author surprised me by going outside of the healer mode for Cherijo and doing something I found 100% believable: She had Cherijo draw back and punch the man square in the face with all her fear and outrage burning through her.
That was what I didn’t see coming, the realism. Which, of course, inspired a prompt!
I’m not sure it’s possible in the space of a prompt, but, see if you can put a character in a situation where they can surprise a reader, believably, with their actions.
Ready… go!
-------------------------------------------
Here’s my attempt:
Other than the fact that it was red, the toaster oven was almost completely useless. It slow-baked when you wanted it to toast, and considered 350⁰ close enough when you set the oven temp to 400⁰.
Karen sighed at the warmed brick that should have been a delicious piece of sourdough toast and cursed the toaster oven, swearing once again she’d replace it if it didn’t shape up.
She wouldn’t.
The lifetime of frugality she’d learned from her mom would prevent her from tossing out an item that, though it sucked, wasn’t truly broken.
Karen caught fossilized crumbs on her plate and settled at the kitchen table with a book. She managed only a few pages before her cell phone rang. It was a fairly rare occurrence at night, for which she was thankful after listening to the chiming double-ring of the phones all day at work. Her family rarely called, their lives allowing barely more free time than the seconds it took to punch out a text, and the hour was such that if it was her dad, he’d been drinking and probably wouldn’t remember tomorrow that she’d ignored his call tonight.
She didn’t want to talk to whoever it was but her safety nature made her cross to the desk, book still in hand, and glance at the phone’s display.
Her boss’s ID.
She picked it up, faked the phone-smile-voice, and answered.
A coworker had to call out. In her boss’s opinion, being down one man left them in a desperate situation, and could she come in early. Right. Because when the business world didn’t start to panic until market open, they’d certainly get slammed at 5 am. She rolled her eyes as she agreed to the 4 am wake up time like it was really necessary. At least the Chicken Little was grateful when someone soothed his ridiculousness.
She dumped the phone back onto the desk, then cracked open her book. Where was she. . . .
The phone rang. Her boss again.
God damnit.
Unless he’d realized he was being a complete tool about having her come in early, she definitely didn’t want to talk to him again.
“Hello?”
Ah. The weekend. It was the same employee who was scheduled on this weekend, who also couldn’t cover that. Could she? She’d rather poke her eye out. She already had to cover all of New Year’s.
“Uh…”
They could really use her.
“No one else could do it?”
He hadn’t asked anyone at the larger office because despite it being 9 pm on a Thursday and no one else caring if it was scheduled yet or not, he couldn’t sleep until he knew someone was covering the weekend he wasn’t even the back-up on.
“I guess I could. . . .”
Great. She was a lifesaver. Of course he would have done it, if he could, he said. He’d love the overtime, but of course he didn’t get it. He worked 10 breakless hours all day all week he reminded her. As if he ever let anyone forget it. And he didn’t even get overtime, he reminded her. Right. Because he hadn’t known that was the case when he accepted the supe job they’d offered him.
Complete tool.
She made all the non-committal noises of sympathy she could handle while he talked about how he never took days off, wanting both to say “stfu,” and “I’m trying to read, gtf off my phone.”
Working the weekend. Again. She thought of the Christmas shopping she had to do, of the errands she needed to run, the dinner out she wanted to have with her boyfriend…scrapped. The weekend shift meant never being farther from her computer than the laundry room, ready even in the dead of night to work at the drop of a hat. Sure, with a laptop and wifi she could sit at a coffee shop and wait in case work came in, but she couldn’t be off the grid for the time it took to get there. Just. In. Case.
Paid OT was a minor compensation when she thought of how she just couldn’t afford to work the weekend and try to keep up with the rest of her life.
Grrr.
He could take his OT, his “I never take a day off, I hate to stick you with this,” his sky-is-falling paranoia and shove it.
The OT…
She went to her kitchen, unplugged the shiny red toaster oven and marched down to the dumpster, pjs, slippers and all, to heave the useless appliance inside. She could afford to by a real toaster. She didn’t need to keep being frustrated by that abomination.
She made it three steps before the guilt set in. Five more before it really hit her. She made it to the outer door before she caved, pjs, slippers and all, and marched back to the dumpster to retrieve the not-really-broken appliance.
God damn.
Friday, December 2, 2011
But . . . I need you – Writing Prompt #38
Taking a quick break from grinding out a scene in EG to do a writing prompt. I’ve been trying (against my nature) to work on EG without an outline. It has been helpful in some aspects, letting me just write and not stress too much over the plotting right now. With only a rough idea of what happens next in each scene though, it’s a bit like walking through a house in the dark. You only vaguely know where things are.
A short and snappy writing prompt is just what I need.
Today we’re tackling dialogue like a hit and run. The scene of the crime? Each prompt starts with “But . . . I need you.” Write someone’s response to that sentence. It’s a one-line offense and you need to keep it moving. How many can you attack?
PS. These don’t have to make sense to everyone, but it’s not just about random words, either. You should know why your characters reply like they do.
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Here’s mine:
“But . . . I need you.”
“You don’t need me, you need my car.”
“But . . . I need you.”
“You should have thought of that before you set fire to my eggs.”
“But . . . I need you.”
“Like you needed her?”
“But . . . I need you.”
“I’ll be back in just a minute with help. Hang on.”
“But . . . I need you.”
“So does my cat.”
“But . . . I need you.”
*just a cold look, no words*
“But . . . I need you.”
“You don’t even know me.”
“But . . . I need you.”
“No one needs anyone. Not really. All you need is yourself, and you are complete. I certainly don’t need you.”
“But . . . I need you.”
“I’ll be here, right where you’re leaving me.”
“But . . . I need you.”
“You . . . you do?”
“But . . . I need you.”
“Like a lion needs an antelope.”
“But . . . I need you.”
“Don’t sound so surprised.”
“But . . . I need you.”
“In the end, that’s not enough. You have to want me. Do you want me? Or do you only need me, against your will.”
“But . . . I need you.”
“I can’t stay.”
“But . . . I need you.”
“Saying what I want to hear doesn’t make us any more real.”
“But . . . I need you.”
“Tell me you love me.”
“But . . . I need you.”
“Great. A zombie needs me. Now my day is complete.”
A short and snappy writing prompt is just what I need.
Today we’re tackling dialogue like a hit and run. The scene of the crime? Each prompt starts with “But . . . I need you.” Write someone’s response to that sentence. It’s a one-line offense and you need to keep it moving. How many can you attack?
PS. These don’t have to make sense to everyone, but it’s not just about random words, either. You should know why your characters reply like they do.
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Here’s mine:
“But . . . I need you.”
“You don’t need me, you need my car.”
“But . . . I need you.”
“You should have thought of that before you set fire to my eggs.”
“But . . . I need you.”
“Like you needed her?”
“But . . . I need you.”
“I’ll be back in just a minute with help. Hang on.”
“But . . . I need you.”
“So does my cat.”
“But . . . I need you.”
*just a cold look, no words*
“But . . . I need you.”
“You don’t even know me.”
“But . . . I need you.”
“No one needs anyone. Not really. All you need is yourself, and you are complete. I certainly don’t need you.”
“But . . . I need you.”
“I’ll be here, right where you’re leaving me.”
“But . . . I need you.”
“You . . . you do?”
“But . . . I need you.”
“Like a lion needs an antelope.”
“But . . . I need you.”
“Don’t sound so surprised.”
“But . . . I need you.”
“In the end, that’s not enough. You have to want me. Do you want me? Or do you only need me, against your will.”
“But . . . I need you.”
“I can’t stay.”
“But . . . I need you.”
“Saying what I want to hear doesn’t make us any more real.”
“But . . . I need you.”
“Tell me you love me.”
“But . . . I need you.”
“Great. A zombie needs me. Now my day is complete.”
Rough Draft Progress – Empress Game
I have definitely been slacking on my writing prompts, but I can't be sad since the time has been spent working on EG. Hit a big milestone on the rough draft yesterday, broke the "40% done on the rough draft" barrier! woot!
The thanks goes to my awesome crit partners, Jen Brooks and Diana Botsford, who have been inspiring me with their own writing efforts.
The thanks goes to my awesome crit partners, Jen Brooks and Diana Botsford, who have been inspiring me with their own writing efforts.
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