Sooo, I’m a smidge of a security nut, in that I don’t post about fabulous vaca fun until after I’m back. Yes, again, I’m a freak–LOL.
Having said all that, over the next week or so, I’ll be sharing some good eats and good times, if anyone is interested!
Today’s blog is gonna be a bit of a mash-up. I’ve been working a night job (in addition to writing) since August, and have just now surfaced from the holidays, reading submissions and editing. So now I’m baaack 🙂
As I always seem to do at this time of year, I’ll be categorizing this year’s blogs into a schedule of sorts, otherwise I tend to poop out. So with no further ado…
Monday = still Media Monday, where I’ll talk about music & movies & TV shows
Tuesday = Still Talking About Books Tuesday–I’ll be recapping anything I’ve read and reviewed from my Goodreads page
Wednesday = New Indie/Small Press Promo–this is new, and will be an interview/excerpt with a book that released that week, from a variety of indie and small presses
Thursday=Thursday 13, if I can keep it up 🙂
Friday=Whatever pops into my scary brain. Could be an excerpt of what I’m working on, or something I read or heard that I thought was cool or profound or whatever.
And there you have it, 2014 in a nutshell!
I’ve been trying to think of something to post that sounds even reasonably interesting, but apparently I’m boring 🙂 But this morning I had an idea that might put me back on track when it comes to sending something your way on occasion. So here it is… I’m just gonna post a quick excerpt of a story I’ve started, and then popped into the “get to it at some point” folder.
Today’s is gonna end up as a freebie at some point, after I sell Shoot to Thrill, kind of a synchronous break before I start Lunatic Fringe, and is the intro to Asa Dobbs. For those of you who have read Behind Blue Eyes, the name might be familiar, as Brian talks about him a bit… With no further ado, meet Senior Airman Asa Dobbs.
Senior Airman Asa Dobbs ignored the bead of sweat creeping past the outer edge of his left eye and squinted, concentrating on the camp below him, portrayed in the eerie green of his night vision goggles. There… He tracked the target slowly, cataloging mannerisms, the way the dead man walking moved.
The vision hit him as all the others had, with a slow fading of his “here” sight, as it morphed into the “other”. In his minds-eye the desert around him disappeared, replaced by the murky interior of a building, cluttered and dirty. In the center of the room sat a card table surrounded by four men, each sweating as they smoked contraband cigarettes. His target gestured angrily, pointing to a map centered atop the table, before driving the tip of his knife into the flimsy paper, leaving the hilt swaying with the force of his blow.
Asa forced his floating body forward, until he stood between two of the insurgents, his target directly across the table. The map was of the Coalition encampments, the blade tip skewering the very camp he was stationed at.
His vision misted once again, and he “saw” the carnage these men would wreak, the broken and battered bodies strewn across a supposedly safe zone, the smoldering ruins of the battalion aid center. The red cross adorning the tent now draped across the latrines in silent mockery.
This was what he’d been meant to see. He withdrew, retreating to the here-and-now. With a sharp blink of his eyes, the vision of the building dissolved, replaced by the reality of Iraq.
Asa slithered down the slope and headed in to camp, finding the one man he could trust. Technical Sergeant David Carmichael.
Carmichael crouched in a shallow ditch, his own NVGs trained on very same camp, a camp where they suspected a driver from a supply convoy was being held. As pararescue, they weren’t usually the first in, but in this case, they’d been the closest unit for recon until regular Army troops arrived.
Asa jumped into the ditch, not surprised when Carmichael didn’t even flinch. His sergeant was made of ice. A very large, very powerful block of ice.
“Speak,” Carmichael rasped in a voice scarred by too many cigarettes, too much tequila, his voice quiet but commanding.
“He’s not in there,” Asa whispered, “but they’re planning a hit on CampCharlie.”
Carmichael swiveled slowly and pushed the NVGs atop his head before giving Asa the fish-eye. “What did you see?”
Asa swallowed past a knot the size of Texas. “Tonight, maybe tomorrow night. If we hit them now, we can stop it.” Carmichael hadn’t believed in his visions, not at first, none of them had, but Asa had pulled their bacon out of the fire once to often. Now all of them relied on his gift. Hell, even Roney had finally bought in, but he’d been a hard-assed bastard to convince.
Iraq was a helluva long way from Kansas, and he intended to make it back to Wichita in one piece. And if he had his way, his comrades would be going back to their state of choice right beside him…not in a fucking body bag.
So this year, I decided to do year-long goals that were attainable & measurable every month (for those of you who know me in my day job, this makes PERFECT sense 🙂 ), with the intent of them being long-term, throughout the year.
This last year was difficult for our family, and I’m looking forward to a fresh, new start for 2013. With no further ado:
- Lose 13 pounds
- Drink 90 oz of water a day, a minimum of 13 days a month
- Walk 13 miles/week
- Blog 13 times/month
- Write 1300 words/day at least 13 days/month
- Review 13 books
- Read 13 reference books
- Watch 13 movies I keep putting off (and review them)
- Find at least 13 new music artists
- Find 4 other things I’d like to do…
I’ll be updating my progress the first Wednesday of every month, and if I’m keeping my goals, then you’ll also be seeing a lot more of me in the coming year!
Promo time (finally) for the Terran Realm book compilation! So here’s the skinny: Liquid Silver Books decided to combo up the entire Terran Realm library (6 books). Original price was $24.99, and from today thru the end of Nov it’ll be $7.50.
Soooo, if you ever had a hankering to read a book by me, Bonnie Dee, Rae Morgan or Jeanne Barrack, now’s your chance!!
Happy Friday, peeps! So I had one of those “aha” moments last evening as I was staring blankly at my whiteboard, trying to figure out why the hero in Shoot to Thrill seemed kinda one-dimensional to me. Background? It’s told in first person from the heroine’s point of view, so we never get to see inside Jonah’s head, just get to know him by his actions.
So as I’m looking at the whiteboard that’s chock full of Arin’s details, I realized I really, really needed to get to know Jonah. You might think this is basic math, but again, we’re in her POV, not his, so those things that would flow naturally when writing in multiple POVs gets stretched out a bit here. I mean, I know the basics and a lot of background info on the guy, but i didn’t know what the worst thing that had ever happened to him was. Nor did I know what gave him nightmares. See what I mean?
This is where I’m kind of a freak about my process… To me plot and character are interwoven so tightly that I can’t just plot the book out, because I don’t yet know how the character, as he or she develops, will change that plot. Case in point, I found out something absolutely horrible about both my hero and heroine yesterday. I made them tell me the worst thing they had ever done. And you know what? It was a common theme for both of them–they were ashamed they’d used their power and/or influence to hurt someone, even if the person in question deserved it. And then that led me to the theme that has been dancing in the back of my head since I started writing this book… vengeance.
Right now I have two more chapters to write–finish up a fight scene, and then the finale. But until yesterday, and my white board moment, I just couldn’t go there, because both of my characters had to give up something BIG in order for those last two chapters to drag the reader (and me) right along with them.
And this is why authors are nuts. LOL!! Have a GREAT weekend!!
And I’m stuck inside analyzing survey results!
Working from home today since I ponied up my office for some folks in transition. Let the cats out in the backyard and opened the windows.
SO wish I could be out there with them, but guess I’ll have to settle for making sure Max isn’t up a tree again!!