I'm well stuck into the first draft of Blood Home--I know what happens now!--and the second draft of Glass and Steel. I wanted so badly to keep it in the same point of view, but that's just not possible. I can't effectively tell the story from that POV. So, a more or less total rewrite is in order. I hate when that happens. But, I still love the story, so that's the most important thing.
I also made a post on my blog about The Exercise of Vital Powers. It's about my take
It's always nice to get a positive review from a reader.
Isabella Morales, who describes herself as a selective connoisseur of 8th-grade reading level fiction, recently read and reviewed my first novel, and it was great to hear what she said. Good comments are as helpful as bad comments--the good ones tell you what you are doing right and should keep doing.
Here is just one of the highlights:
"Thomasonís prose is clean and colorful, but not condescending
SyFy keeps breaking my heart. First, they positioned Stargate Universe on a Tuesday opposite Dancing with the Stars, which I have never watched but which most of America watches. Then they moved it abruptly to Monday night.....I caught the midseason opener by pure luck.
Cancelling what is arguably the best series in the Stargate Universe is very short-sighted and stupid.** Apparently, DVR'd shows don't count in the ratings game.
Robert Carlysle (spelling?) is an
Depressing title, yep. But now that I've been officially diagnosed with this thing - I don't think of it as a disease, but as a syndrome - I feel a bit vindicated.
The medicine I'm on handles most of the joint and muscle pain, but what it doesn't seem to help is the constant fatigue. When my doctor asked me if I experienced fatigue often, I thought for a minute and realized I had no memory of what it felt like not to feel tired. I wake up tired. Exhaustion is what I feel by the end of a
Well, book launch happened today. Exciting times. Over 2.5 hours I sold 27 books (to non-family members!) How awesome is that!
God, it's been longer than I want to admit since I've logged on here. My life has been filled to the brim with health issues - hubby's and mine - and job-related toxic stress. There have been issues with my children's lives as well. I have decided to retire from teaching this May, because it dawned on me the job might kill me before I stopped.
Long story short.....I am on blood pressure medicine, fibromyalgia medicine, and several other psychtropic drugs. It bothers me that my daily survival
Penguin has put up chapter 1 of Ghost Story.
It's fun to see this taking shape, I was thinking it was going to go this direction, and after the first few pages, the next "reveal" is hinted at enough I knew it was going that way. And the next "reveal" after that also was nicely hinted at and felt obvious once you got to it, and I'm also noticing I can feel the chapter approaching an end. Maybe I'm getting used to Butcher's style or I'm
Chatted to a group of highschool kids today. I'm pretty sure at least 5 of them were interested... the rest were probably just excited to be doing something different.
Also made it in the high school newspaper, the local newspaper and a primary school newspaper so that was pretty exciting - colour photo in the local!
Book launch tomorrow. Excited... nervous... tired from talking for less than an hour...
Doesn't matter. I'm ready! Bring it!
I have a critique group that is classical speculative fiction: Sci fi, fantasy, supernatural, horror, etc. We have a person who would like to join and is writing alternate history. Some well-known sci fi writers like Harry Turtledove have done alternate history, but does it really get categorized with the above spec fiction subgenres? It is in that section at at least one of our bookstores. Interested in others' take on this.
What makes fantasy, fantasy? Is it magic? Is it the low-tech level? The inclusion of creatures from mythological and folkloric sources? What makes a fantasy novel not a science fiction or horror novel?
Well, here's an idea that's actually stuck in the recent Teflon (R) of my mind's "to do" list.
Promoting your work. Attracting an audience.
I have a story sale and I was trying to think how to draw more of an audience to the work, should it see publication--it seems like it will although it is taking some time as the publisher works on it and plans evolve.
One of the things I thought I might do is write some fan fiction for the Dead Frontier
I wrote my SF novel as a stand-alone story with no intentions of writing a sequel. Lately, though, readers have been expressing the desire for a second or even a third book with these characters. The thing is, a sequel wouldn't really be SF -- or if it is, it'd be because I manufactured some other difference between the engineered people (the saphers) and the regular humans. To me, that would be cheesy and obvious -- a stunt that's obviously an attempt to milk the original book.
I've solved the problem with Fated and I am nearing the finish line! It's just a run through a cave and a slip down a waterfall away! Whoohooo!
I'm really gonna have to cut the crap out of this story. It's about twice as long as it was supposed to be. Which is all too usual for me, really.
But, I am not thinking of all the editing I'll have to do, because that would take all the fun out of getting to those last words (for my first visit).
I am a new member and relatively new to blogging. I am a veterinary pathologist and have taught at two medical schools and one veterinary medical school, so my knowledge of both animal and human medicine is extensive. My novels and many of my short stories deal with aspects of disease and medicine. A major subplot of my novel, [I]The Galactic Circle Veterinary Service[/I], deals with disease in aliens. My blog GalacticVeterinarian.blogspot.com also addresses aliens and disease, so I won't repeat
The man sits forlornly on a pile of rubble. Tracks run down his cheeks where tears of utter exhaustion have carved scars into the grime that is every tragedy of human history. He is spent, heart and soul. There is nothing more for him to give; yet he gives even more. His gift to mankind will demand his life in one way or the other, if not through the desecration of his body then by the consumption of his soul. When all the people that said not to worry had long run away, he gave. Staring at