My Shamrokon schedule ( more or less final)

It is less than a month left to Shamrokon, and I am on panels! I even know some of the other panelists. 🙂

Self Publishing: Career Progression Post Publishing

Saturday 21:00 – 22:00, E. Room 1/2 (Double Tree by Hilton Dublin Burlington Road)

“Next Steps in Self Publishing”
You’ve written the novel, designed a fantastic cover, and deciphered Amazon and Smashword’s Byzantine upload and tax instructions. Now what? Our panelists will debate the merits of multiple covers, writing in multiple genres, signing with The Big Five, POD, and series vs standalone

Edmond Barrett, Derek Gunn, Mikaela Lind, Sharon Reamer

European Focus: Fairytales Across Europe

Sunday 14:00 – 15:00, D. Ulster (Double Tree by Hilton Dublin Burlington Road)

Throughout Europe we have tales of witches, little folk, seal people, blood drinkers and the people who live under mounds. What do their similarities and differences tell us about our common and seperate heritage?

Ruth Frances Long (M), Peadar Ó Guilín, Mikaela Lind, C.E. Murphy, Ylva Spångberg

Self-publishing: Getting Feedback

Sunday 15:00 – 16:00, C. Munster (Double Tree by Hilton Dublin Burlington Road)

The differences between editing, beta reading & copyediting. Do our creators prefer The Compliment Sandwich or the Red Pen of Doom?

Edmond Barrett, Mikaela Lind, Bob Neilson, Catherine Sharp

5 things makes a post

Yes, I borrowed the title from Catie.  But I do have 5 things.

1.  In June, I on a whim sent in an application to be on the Shamrokon programme, but I didn’t expect to get a panel.  So I was dumbfounded when I got an e-mail from the programme committee with my preliminary schedule. I didn’t get one panel. I got three (!). It will be fun!

2.  Kari told me she had found no problems with Exile. Yay! So I asked Lillian if she was interested in proofreading it. She said yes.  So Exile is off to her for proofreading.

3.  Since Exile was off to be proofread, I decided to see if I could use Smashwords guidelines as basis for a Open Office template.  I gave up, though.  Then I had a lightbulb moment:  Maybe there was one for Atlantis word processor. A quick google ( since I am at Dad’s) told me that there was an e-book template for Atlantis. Score!

4. Sweden is in the middle of a heatwave. On Tuesday, I looked at the weather prognosis and saw that the weather would be cooler later in the week so I decided to take some time off. 30 C heat makes my brain melt.

5. Since Shamrokon is approaching, I am thinking about Marketing. Well. I know I’m going to order postcards from Vistaprint w a link to a free download. I just haven’t decided to do it for Exile or Daughter of the Dark.  Though Exile might make more sense.  We will see.

 

Cover reveal: Exile

Exile
Photocredit: Woman in red cloak: In a forest @ nejron Background: Way to Atlantis @ Piolka Purchased at Depositphotos

 

Ta da!  I spent the morning finalizing the cover for Exile, the prequel short story I’m planning on releasing in August . It isn’t entirely final, but any changes will be minor tweaks.

Isn’t it pretty?

I’ll admit that I had a lot of fun creating the cover.

I’m a slow reviser

I’m doing edits right now, and the last couple of days I have been thinking about speed.  I’m the first to admit that I’m a slow revisor. Some people blows through 10 pages per hour, while I’m overjoyed if I manage to edit 5 pages per day.

I know why it is going so slow, though. It is because I’m adding a lot of details, and strengthening weak spots in the plot.  But the story is much better for it.

Even if the edits feel never ending right now.  It feels as if I am stuck at 40 pages from the end.  The receding ending, Laura Anne called it in the war room yesterday. The good thing, I know it will pass.  Sadly, I also know from experience that  it will return 20 pages from the end.

Except for stomping at 40 pages from the end, the edits are going fine though!

Oh, and I designed a new header. I really like it. 🙂  The witch holding the broom was created by interactimages.

Cut Scene: Searching for the Vampires ( Part 3)

Time stretched-. My shoulders started to cramp, and I wished my abductors had untied me before they left. When I heard the sound of voices, I was sure they weren’t going to my cell. Because no kidnapper would take a guest to see a prisoner. They would if they plan to sell me. The thought hovered in my brain, taunting me. I shook it off.
“ This better be good,” Tony growled. Gwynfar be praised, I’ll get out of this hell hole. I knew Tony wouldn’t leave me.
“ Oh yes. It is, Master Cat. We caught a vamp lover”, a male voice murmured., his voice oozing with insincerity.
The footsteps stopped. Tony’s angry hiss filled the air.
“ Let her loose. Now.”
“ But..”
He is arguing with a werecat Mobster? I shook my head, amazed how stupid some people could be.
“ Release her.”
The sound of Flesh hitting metal echoed.
“ All right,” The man gurgled.
Metal clanged against metal. I sighed in relief when the ropes around my wrist and ankles were slashed. Pain laced through my leg when I tried to stand up. I gritted my teeth, refusing to spend another minute on the madras. It isn’t worse than the bite. Tony helped me up.
“ Are you alright?” Tony’s voice where laced with worry.
“ Yeah. Just sore.”
“ Let’s get you out of here,” Tony muttered.

I started to limp towards the exit, eager to get home.
“ Hey! What about our money!” the man called.
Tony stiffened. I almost taste the anger that rolled off him. Slowly, he turned around.
“ You kidnapped one of my friends, and you have the gall to ask for money?”
Tony asked softly.
“ Tony. They aren’t worth it,” I whispered. Pleaded. Hoping to avoid a bloodbath. Time stopped, before Tony reluctantly nodded.
“ You’re right, they aren’t worth spending energy on.”
I let out a relieved sigh when I heard that.
Tony took my hand, and escorted me outside. Impatient snorts filled the air. For a moment, I thought that the coach was pulled by a pair of Thyrian steeds. I dismissed the notion. No one would be as foolish to transport horses from Thyria.
Tony helped me into the carriage, and I sank down on the seat. Tony closed the door, and sat down on the opposite seat.The carriage lurched into motion. I closed my eyes, hoping Tony would think I was asleep.
“ What were you doing in the Docks?”
Nope. Didn’t work. I opened my eyes and looked at Tony.
“ I was looking for a vampire.”
Something flashed through his face when he heard that. “ Why ?”
“ Because I need one to get into Dhurig.”
Tony looked at me, and sighed.
“ There is no vampires here.”
My jaw dropped when I heard that.
“ No. No. That cannot be.” My whisper cut through the silence, panic clawing at my chest.
“All of them vanished a couple of months ago. Good riddance if you ask me.”
Defeated, I sagged against the seat.
No vampires meant that I would have to go to Ahira, and ask Erik for help. My pride protested at the thought, but I squashed the protest. Finding Rhiane was more important than bruised pride.
The combination of the comfortable seat and the rocking of the carriage made my eyelids drop.
The next thing I knew was that I was gently shaken awake. Bleary eyed, I stared at Tony’s face, hovering above me. For a moment I thought he would kiss me. I sighed from relief. Even if I liked Tony, I wasn’t attracted to him.

“ We have arrived.”
“ Goodbye, Jenny.” Fear flashed through his eyes.
“ Goodbye, Tony.” I gave him a sad smile and stepped out of the carriage.
No matter what happened, my life would be different when I returned.

What I’m reading: The California Malcom edition

I read Risk of Love and Magic recently, and had a blast. I loved the romance between Nadine and Magnus.  They were both a bit wary to the other, and it was sweet how the wariness first turned into  affection, albeit an baffled one, and then love.

Their search for Nadine’s sister, and later the General was fast paced, and filled with unexpected twists.

Yupp. I had a blast reading about Nadine and Magnus.  So much that I went back to read The Lure of Song and Magic the first book in the series, since it had been more than 6 months since I re-read it.

The romance between Dylan and Pippa was well written,  and I enjoyed it.  It was fascinating to see how Dylan stubbornly coaxed Pippa out of the coccoon she had created around her.  I loved how they slowly realised that finding Donal wasn’t the end of the journey, but rather the beginning.

It was sweet to see how they gradually fell in love. I liked how they were determinded to search for Nadine’s sister and stop the general.

And no, I didn’t re-read Trouble with Air and Magic since I read it in May.

As for what I am reading now…  Wolf Interval by Chrysoula Tzavelas.  It is really, really good.  It is out in November, but I leaped on a chance to read an ARC. *pets the ARC*. Review coming later.

Cut Scene: Searching for the Vampires (Part 2)

The rats scuttled deeper into the shadows as I walked by. Around me, the alley were dark. Almost as dark as my mood. I had scoured the docks for days, in search for a vampire. Finally one patron had told me to go to the Broken Rose, at the end of Varne Alley. Varne Alley is long, one of the longer alleys. In a slightly more respectable part of the town, it would have been called Varne Street,and been paved.
The sound of something hitting the ground, followed by a muffled curse, made me increase my pace. I could see the lit windows at the end of the street, beckoning me. A couple of minutes later, I closed the door behind me.
Silence fell when the patron spotted me. I ignored the murmours that rose, and threaded my way towards the bardisk. I wasn’t sure if it was because I was drow or if I was woman.
“ What do you want?” the barkeeper grunted.
“ Ale, and information.” I slid a silver mark over the disk. A grubby hand darted out and pocketed it.
I watched as he poured ale into a tankard.
“ What information?” he grunted.
I hesitated. Vampires were a touchy subject, and this crowd were rough. Still, I had been told to come to this pub.
“ I am looking for a vampire.”
The barkeeper muttered something about crazy women.
“ Ain’t any bloodsuckers here.”
My heart sank. I nodded, and took the ale.
Everyone shrank away, when I passed them. I could almost hear the silent prayers: Don’t let her sit here. For a moment, I was tempted to leave the ale. No dammit. I paid for it. I have as much reason to be here as they do.
I stomped over to a free seat, and sank down. The workers around the table, muttered and shrank away.
I ignored them and sipped the ale. My lips puckered when I felt how sour it was. I should have poured it out, I thought with regret.
So. Who can know where I can find a vampire? The barkeep’s comment had made me realize it was pointless scouring the Docks. I took another sip. I could have sworn that my throat screamed in protest. I glared at the tankard. This is worse than that homebrewed crap the Dwarves drink.
Slowly, I ran through the options I had.
.When he showed up at my apartment yesterday, The Director had informed me if I didn’t find a vampire soon, he would send out agents. I refused to admit defeat and ask him for help.
If someone knews were the Vampires are, it is the Mafia. The relationship between the Mafia and the Vampires were tense, and I had no doubt that Mafia kept tabs on the Vampires
. I glanced at the half-empty tankard. Bile welled up in my throat when I contemplated drinking more ale. I murmured an excuse, and hurried outside.
I gulped in the air. The air was filled with decay and the acrid scent of dirt. I shuddered. Gwynfar be blessed that I didn’t live in squalor like this anymore.
I hurried down the alley, eager to get out of the docks. So eager, that I didn’t pay attention to my surroundings. Suddenly, I was falling. Tripwire, a part of me noted. Rough hands tied me up.
“ So. You are a vamplover, eh?”
Dazed, I stared at the scarred face, stale breath washed over me.
“ Well. I plan to earn a lot of money on you.”
My stomach tightened. Oh shit. Both The Director and Tony would search for me, but I had a sinking feeling that they would be too late.

Strong hands grabbed me, and tossed me over the shoulder, as if I was a sack of potatoes. A waft of unwashed bodies and garbage reached my nose. I choked down the nausea welling up in my throat.
My breath was knocked out from me when the men started to jog down the alley. The ground turned into a brown blur. Which was a good thing, since I didn’t want to see exactly what was on the ground. It felt like an eternity had passed when they slowed down. I almost sobbed in relief when I saw that the alley had turned into a paved road. Thank Gwynfar. They are taking me outside the Docks. I knew that the Docks inhabitants would have been too scared to help me.  Outside the docks meant that I had a chance at escaping.
The paved road turned into wooden planks, worn and grey from age. Water dripped nearby. Something screeched in protest. Metal clanged against stone. I was dumped on a madras. The acrid scent of mold wafted to my nose. Fear curled in my stomach, when they left me.
I twisted my head trying to get an overview of the cell. A bucket in the corner, light coming in from a window. Neither helped me, since I was still tied up.

Cut Scene: Searching for the Vampires ( Part 1)

This is part of the 1800 words I had to cut yesterday. It is non-spoilery, though,  so I have decided to post it here in chunks. I *might* rewrite it into a short story about how Jenny and Tony met some time in the future.

 

Tension coiled inside of me when I stepped out. I expected to step into a hallway filled with angry agents, demanding my arrest. To my surprise the hallway was empty. My hand crept down to the dagger in my belt. If I was ambushed, I wouldn’t go down without a fight. I walked down the hallway, to the stairs. No one jumped out of the cupboard, and I moved my hand from the hilt. For every step down the stairs, I relaxed. When I reached Foyer, I swallowed a relieved sigh.
I hurried across the Foyer, and stepped outside. That went well. The thought echoed in my mind, as I walked down the graveled lane. So, where do I find a vampire?

Vampires were rare in both Kanida and Thyria. After the Vampire Hunts, most of them had become reluctant to stray from the safety at Ahira.
Start in the Docks, I decided. The name were a misnomer, since Athos wasn’t a river town anymore. But the Docks were home to all kinds of shady creatures, and someone should know know where I could find a vampire. I glanced at the pouch, wishing the Director had told me more. He probably had good reason for being so closemouthed. At least he told you what you were running.
It isn’t the first gig you have taken based on very scant information.
I shook my head. But first I had to put the pouch somewhere safe. Even if it was heavy enough to be used as a weapon, I knew that someone would see the velvet, and steal it.
I shuddered when I imagined the Director’s reaction when I told him that someone in the docks stole it. I pushed the thought away and hurried home.

An amusing conversation

This conversation happened last night, and it amused me. My family support me, but they don’t really understand the difference between selfpublishing and traditional publishing.

Mum on seeing the cover: Daughter of the Dark? That sounds a bit grim.

Me, a cheekily: That’s because I’m an evil daughter. ( I’m not)

I am at SF Signal today!

I am being wise ( hopefully) at SF Signal in this week’s Mind Meld about re-reads. I had a lot of fun to write down the thoughts I have had about why some books sucks and some doesn’t when you re-read them.  I have been thinking about this for a long time, so I am grateful for the opportunity to write them down.

And then the chance to wave at people and say ” Hi! Here I am” doesn’t hurt. 🙂