Monthly Archives: August 2016

Get your voting fingers ready

Several of the EBB authors have been nominated in various categories for the SIBA awards put on by Metamorph Publishing.

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Voting begins tomorrow, September 1st for a short window. I’m sure they would appreciate your vote.

 

There’s a Deadline Up Ahead

I have a deadline coming up fast! While I’m sure all of you are waiting with bated breath (shhhhh…just nod, smile, and let me live with that delusion for a little bit lol) for the ramblings of my mind, I have a manuscript I need to finish. Buuuut, just to wet your whistle, here is a short, unedited, and subject to change excerpt from The Veiled Path to Destiny~The Veil Book 2.

“I will not leave you unprotected when you seek solace from this new life I have brought you to.” Iauron explained. His large hands had cupped he side of her face. His blue eyes had sparked with a fire that never failed to draw her into their depths. He was a brilliant flame. She was a moth all too willing to have her wings singed by the heat of his gaze. Through him, she was reborn again and again.

She pulled back from the memory, yet his presence remained. It wrapped her in a cocoon of his warmth, infused within her body in such a way she knew she would never be alone. A hand reached up and skimmed the surface of her lips. She could smell him on her skin. Like Pavlov’s dogs or cats as the case may be, she instantly longed to rub her body against his. His kisses were an aphrodisiac, fueling a never satisfied hunger. His touch was a spark that set her body aflame with unquenchable desire. He was her addiction for which there was no 12-step program to recovery. She fought it even as she reveled in it.
© The Veiled Path to Destiny by Jolanthe Aleksander

If you haven’t read the first book, Beyond the Veil of Whispered Dreams you can get your copy here: www.amazon.com/dp/0692539891

Until next week…Happy Reading! business cardsf1d235a9-c918-4b2a-b693-3a3be06b468e

~Jolanthe~

 

Epic Fail

As some of you may know, I declared on Friday that I was taking the weekend off. It gave me fits to write it, and I never managed to actually say it out loud. The notion of not working or doing something is not in my arcana.

True to prediction, I failed miserably. I managed to do Friday night dinner and the gym, but that was the end of the not working bit. I woke up Saturday to an incredible invitation/opportunity and spent the rest of the day ferreting out if I could take it. Suffice to say, I said ‘Yes’ and so begins the next season of my busy plate. I’ve added yet another book to the agenda before the year concludes, so if you don’t see me much – just send coffee and good juju. I’ve taken on an epic load. I know, I know…you’re not surprised.

I spent the rest of the weekend doing laundry, shopping, setting up the canning racks and shelves for this years installment of ‘squirrel’s work,’ and made a vat of Skinny soup for the week of detox. All in all, I didn’t write much, but I did allow my brain free reign while I did other things. I think that might be as close to not working as I am going to manage, ever.

So, what did you do with your liberation from Monday to Friday? Shout out!! I’ll be checking in….

Sav

Pick yourself back up

As writers we all get discouraged and think about throwing in the towel. We get to a point where the story isn’t flowing or we don’t don’t know where to take it next. We get the edits back and feel overwhelmed. We feel like we are not cut out for this. That is when we need to take a deep breath and realize that we are not alone in this feeling. Every author has these exact same feelings.

Every author has feelings of self-doubt. You have to pick yourself back up and keep going. You will figure out that plot hole, your characters will start talking to you again and you will make it through those edits. It takes time and patience, but you will make it through.

Take a deep breath, take a break for an afternoon if you need it, then get back to it, cause let’s face it you couldn’t walk away from this no matter how hard you tried. To be an author means that you have to write. You don’t have a choice, it’s part of who you are.

So, when you get overwhelmed or discouraged remember that you are not alone. Take comfort in the knowledge that there are many other authors feeling the same thing. Take a deep breath, pick yourself back up, and get back to what you love.

~Miranda

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Stretching my wings …

This past week has been a good one for me. I was given an opportunity to stretch myself as a writer. I was offered a project; simple, quick and clean. Could I do it? Sure, didn’t sound too difficult. Clincher; Could I do it in a designated time frame? I stopped and thought hard. I wanted this one. This little project would get my name out to a reader base that I wouldn’t ordinarily have.This was a chance to show readers that I have a bit of versatility in my writing. Let’s be honest, this was a chance to prove to myself that I could take a tiny speck of an idea and flesh it out into a story. I accepted.

My project should be wrapped up today. That will leave the revisions and getting it ready to be submitted. I have to admit that I enjoyed writing this one. It was a fast and fun project, and the story came to me out of nowhere. Sometimes I surprise myself. That character that showed up in my dreams last week had his chance and I have to say, he ran with it and scored. It’s easy to write when you really, really like the main characters. And I like this pair. Who knows, they may have to show up again somewhere down the line. 😉

On another note, I already mentioned that Phoenix Rising was nominated for a SIBA in the Romance division. I got word that it was also nominated in the Paranormal division. One book, two nominations makes for a thrilled author!

Time to get back to my little project. As soon as I finish that one, it’s back to revisions on His Eternal Promise. Gotta stay busy, it keeps me out of trouble.

Enjoy your week and as always, read a good book and leave a review!

Till next week,

~Madison

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A Path Less Traveled

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Sometimes  it is good to take a step back and reevaluate. Are you where you want to be? Is the plan taking you in the direction of your dreams? Did you take a wrong turn   at Memphis?

I’ve been working  on a project that has caused me to do that, step back and evaluate where I am , where I want to be, and how much progress I have made in the direction of my dream.  *SIGH* How did I get so far off course from my original plan?

It’s ironic that life imitates fiction. Or in my case, imitates my plans for one of my stories. I make outlines, detailed in places, fuzzy in others.  I don’t always know details for a specific point, but I have  a plan. As I progress, I reach a point during the writing that I have to wad up the rest of the  plan and start over.

That’s been the way my life has gone as well.  I make a plan,  then  intend to follow the plan  until I reach a point that it’s obviously not working.  Time to wad that one up and toss in the trash bin. While working on this project I realized how far I’ve deviated from the original plan, the secondary plan, and even the tertiary plan.

I could throw up my hands and yell to the sky why bother or I can knuckle down and plot a new course. I’ll bet you can’t  guess which one I’m doing.  I will say that the scenery is ever changing. I am not  watching the same trees go by day after day. I’m not taking the same route. I haven’t mapped out the entire route yet, but I have my destination marked and  have made blocks of the entire trip. Currently, I’m working on a detailed mapping of the first block, getting back onto the main road.

I get overwhelmed by the big picture at times and lose my way. I am a detail oriented person. I work best with smaller sections at a time. Besides, If I plotted out the entire route from here to my final destination, I would end up taking several side roads and changing the  course anyway.

The thing about an outline, it’s a guideline. It’s the rough sketch that gives the artist a basic skeletal structure for their masterpiece.  My course is in pencil, roughly sketched. If it were in pen, I would  feel conflicted about having to follow the inked lines.  I wouldn’t do it,  I’d feel guilty about not doing it, but it wouldn’t change the fact that everything is fluid and I would be moving in the general direction of the  graphite line.

Life is an adventure that is meant to be an exciting journey, not  a network of rails that take us only along the major lines, never exploring the hills and valleys. Those hills and valleys are where the treasures lie, where the masses do not travel.  Mass transit is ok at times, but lacing up those hiking boots and experiencing the warmth of the sun on your skin, the brisk morning air, or even that nasty spider web that you walked into are moments that you can never get on the commuter train. I’m takingthee path less traveled.

The next part of my personal journey happens to be up a steep hill. It’s going to be hard work. It is a difficult climb, but I can’t wait to see the view from the top.

Where is your plan taking you? Is it in the direction you want to go? Do you need to readjust your course?

Until next time, write on!

Ellie

 

 

School’s Back in Session

School’s back in session. What does that mean for me? Time adjustments. Ugh! There is no way, no how, it should be legal to be waking up at 5:30 in the morning to make sure the chid is up, dressed, teeth brushed…with toothpaste (it’s important to remind them of the toothpaste because somehow it always slips his mind until I ask to smell his breath) and ready for the bus, that comes at 6:20 in the morning. I don’t know about all of you, but my brain is not even thinking about functioning at that time of the morning.

On the flip side of this sending the child out to have a productive day of learning (which I have been informed by the child means he eats lunch and that’s it, nothing else) at the butt crack of dawn is this….I have an hour and a half of alone time! Squee! Once the caffeine kicks in, I can get a few words on the page before I have to prepare for my day.

I will be honest, some mornings (mind you, this is only the second week of school) I don’t wanna write, but then this little annoying voice in my head says, “Suck it up, buttercup. You have a deadline.” That I do. So if I want to meet it, and I do…I need to hop off here and get to writing!

P.S…Beyond the Veil of Whispered Dreams was nominated in the Fantasy Category for the Summer Indie Book Awards! How cool is that?!

Until next week….Happy Reading!

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~Jolanthe~

Day one of the hostage situation

Ahhhh Monday…day one of the hostage situation, and the day when there is doubt aplenty that anyone will make it out alive.  Or, maybe that’s just me.

The weekend is a mad blur, and though I know I got things done, there is so much piled up left to be done, I cannot claim to have made even a fractal dent in the load. I have clean drawers on and there is food in the fridge for anyone who wants to open the door…beyond that, don’t ask. 🙂

I know we bought a car, because the title is sitting on the kitchen table as it is at the head of the drive. I know the kids went to the fair, cuz one was still carnie-food flu-ing yesterday, and I know that I need to get a jar and lid count for canning because there’s a message from my mom on the machine. Like I said…blur.

The switch was flipped over the weekend and Autumn is making her play. The sweltering, oppressive temps and humidity of as recently as Friday have given way to gorgeous 70s & 80s and overnights in the 50s. I cannot express how much I love this. Now, if we could just get the work situation to play along and let us have a few extra days off to enjoy the change.

Back to work

Last week as I was preparing to leave for an event in Wisconsin my laptop arrived back on my doorstep. To say that I was excited would be an understatement. I was expecting it to be gone for a lot longer.

To be honest I was expecting them to send me a check with a letter saying that it could not be saved and I would have to replace it. To receive it back two days after they received it and to have everything exactly as I had left it was more than I believed possible.

I accepted it without question (I didn’t want to jinx this newly found luck) and now I am able to get back to work. I can work whatever hours I want on the trilogy and when edits come in I can work on them whenever I want too! My stress levels immediately dropped.

It feels good to be able to do what I love.

~Miranda

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Fix this, change that …

This weekend I am totally immersed in revisions. When I came up for air and another cup of coffee, I realized that I hadn’t written my blog yet. So here I sit, my head still wrapped around the Kindred and the happenings in book two of The Kindred series, ‘His Eternal Promise’. It takes awhile to surface and come back to the harsh bright light of reality. To be honest, I’d rather be back there with the Kindred. But there are things I have to do, and this is one of them. So, how are you? Things going well in your world? 😉

I honestly don’t have a lot going on right now except revisions. One of my beta readers gave me a lot to think about in her comments. None of it was a surprise, it was all things that I should have done in the beginning. I can’t wear the ‘newbie’ title forever. There were some things I put off while I was writing, meaning to go back later and work on them. I didn’t, and it went to the beta like that. She called me on it, rightfully so. Now I have a lot of work to do to make this book acceptable to me and to you, the reader.

I have a few readers that are anxiously waiting for ‘His Eternal Promise’ to be published. The last thing I want is to disappoint anyone. So, I have a lot of work ahead of me. And I have one more beta to go through before ‘Promise’ goes to the editor. On that note, I’m closing my door to the outside world and diving back in to the world of the Kindred.

Till next week,

~ Madison

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