Sunday snippet!

I am busy with life and moving and day job. So my attempt to blog more regularly, isn’t exactly working. Hopefully February will be better, since then I will have moved fully into my new apartment. Anyway! Have a tiny snippet. It is a bit rough, since I just finished writing the scene. But it is non-spoilery! 🙂 (And the book is over 42 000 words, which means I have added 12 000 words to the book. o-o. It is a good reminder that the second draft is a rewrite. Not from scratch, but it is extensive.)

Aldis stopped and stared at the ancient oak that dominated the meadow. She slowly turned and looked around, searching for the cluster of trees that should surround it. Tension coiled within her when she couldn’t see it.
Maybe that explains why the tree feels… dormant, she thought. If an Elder lost their grove, the shock would send them into their tree. Unless it killed it immediately. Aldis looked at the tree, wincing when she saw the door cut into it.


Happy Friday! Have a snippet

This week has been a bit frustrating, since I realised that it would be better if the next part of the scene was told by another character. The problem was that I am 2/3rds into the draft and he hasn’t bad any POV scenes before. Yeah. But I figured out a way that will strengthen the opening, and add some tension to it, so yay!

Anyway.  Here is a snippet.

Dread coiled around him. There was only one reason for someone to come this early. The thought galvanized him. He pushed aside the blanket and hurried toward the door. He pulled on his cloak, slipped the bag he had packed over his shoulder, grabbed his staff.
He took a deep breath, and opened the door. He stared at the wolf standing in the dawn light. For a moment, his brain blanked on the wolf’s name. They had been introduced last night.. .Steady Paws, he remembered.


Happy New Year!

I have a quiet New Year’s Eve, this year.  With dad, my oldest nephew, and my youngest brother and his girlfriend*pauses* Maybe not quiet, since me and dad is babysitting my nephew. Who is a bit sick, and clingy. But he enjoyed the vegetarian tex mex we fed him. <3

It was nice, though, even if we aren’t going to watch any firelights. It is nice, though.  Even if it makes me wonder if I should do something different next year.

It is a long time until then, though. So Happy New Year, and I hope you have nice evening. 


The cake I wont bake today

So my mum had a hazelnut cake that she used to make when we were kids, though she stopped making it when we became older.  I really want to bake it, but dad is wincing and giving me desperate looks when I mention it. So I wont bake it. Today.  Tomorrow when he is off to work is another question…

Anyway. It is delicious, and glutenfree and dairy free. It is *not* vegan or sugarfree, though I am pretty sure that anyone willing to experiment with replacing the eggs and sugar, can make it vegan or sugarfree.  I am posting the version with hazelnuts, but any nuts should work just fine!

2 1/4 dl hazelnuts OR 150 g. (FYI 1 dl of ground hazelnuts is roughly 45 g) 

3 eggs

2 dl sugar

1 tsk baking powder

Preheat the oven to 175 C.

Grind the nuts finely in a blender (if you are using whole nuts).  With a spoon ot spatula, gently mix the eggs, sugar and baking powder. Add the ground nuts and mix it some more.

Pour the batter into a breaded pan with some parchment paper in the bottom and immediately put it into the oven for 40 minutes. 

Anyway. This is the hazelnut cake mum used to make.


December?!

Somehow, it is late December and a hot summer was followed by a mild Fall/Winter., until a couple of weeks ago.   Which is great writing weather. Or in my case, revising.  Which I have been doing, in between packing and working and commuting. I think I am going to be done in January, hopefully, since I figured out that if I revise chapters backwards, and out of order I revise faster.  This only works when the scenes aren’t covered in yellow notes, and will need to be merged. *looks at the messy chapter 9* 

Well. At least I will just have 3 chapters left when I am done?! *clings to that*

Right now, the plan is to be done with this draft in January. Normally, I would have said *early* January, but… I am moving in  early January, probably.  The move will be a good thing, since it is closer to town, with a shorter commute and better services.

Yes, you heard it right. No more spending 3 hours per day on the bus, to and from work, or being 20-30 minutes late because I  missed the bus. Whee!  


Sneak peek at the Bonedragon’s curse

No matter where you are, if it is summer or winter, I hope you have a really nice holiday filled with good food, laughter and good memories.

I just finished wrapping the few gifts I have this year, so I am going to write until we are off to my brother’s in 3 hours or so.

Since it is Jul, I thought I would give you a sneak peek at the current opening for the Bonedragon’s curse.  (Which will probably be cut, because I want to start the book a smidge later.)

The sound of thumping footsteps approaching the burrow was almost masked by the rain pattering against the roof. Love inched over to the rowan staff, laying on a pair of pegs, just above the pile of grass and leaves were he slept. Part of him was whispering that he was overly cautious, that no one would hurt him.
He ignored it. Things were tense in the forest, tense enough that everyone was cautious.
”Love!” A familiar voice roared.
Love relaxed.
Ketor. What did the troll want now? The faun sighed. The only way to find out was to speak to his fried.
Love grumbled, but stood. He brushed off the leaves from his fur covered legs and poked his head out.
”What?”
”The warden want to see us.”
”Now?” Loke sputtered.
”Yes.”
”Why?”
”Dunno. Probably something about the feud between the dryads and the wolves.”
Loke grimaced. If the warden was summoning the rangers, things were getting to a head. He hoped it wouldn’t require Ketor bashing heads in with his stone club. Or him wacking dwellers with his staff.
”Let me get my cloak,” he muttered.
Ketor grunted.
Love grabbed the cloak his mother had woven from shed unicorn fur before he left her burrrow. He felt pang of nostalgia. He had a good life, but there were times when he wished fauns wasn’t so territorial. Love sighed. Maybe he could visit next summer.
He wrapped the cloak around him, and left.



Counting down the days

It is December 17th, and I am counting down the days to Thursday for two reasons. On Thursday I start my christmas break.  I don’t have to be back until January 7th. Sadly, it isn’t a paid vacation. (This year. If everything goes as planned, I should have paid vacations in 2019. Though considering how much has gone wrong with my dayjob, I am a bit pessimistic)

Normally, I would revise like the wind, but since I am getting the keys to my apartment on Friday, I, uh, will be busy packing. (Much to my brother’s annoyance I still haven’t booked movers. Ooops. In my defence I haven’t  decided which day I want to move…) 

It does mean I will have make a trip to Kungens kurva, since I am getting a new  kitchen table, sofa, desk and bed. Since my current ones are… shabby. 

I also, er, need hall furniture and more lamps and, and..  *flails* Moving to  a bigger flat is exciting, though.  (It is soo pretty! And just 5 minutes from the subway. And 20 minutes from dad.  And.. did I mention the subway? No more waiting for buses!)  

I suppose i should go to bed now, since it is getting late.




The joy of cooking

I am packing up my apartment, since I am moving soon. And today I decided to pack my cookbooks.  I am the first to admit that I am lousy at using cookbooks.

Primarly because I don’t really have space for them in my kitchen, so they are in the bookshelf in the main room, and… I forget to look in them when I cook and bake things. 

The kitchen in my new apartment has bookshelves in the kitchen, so the cookbooks is going there. Hopefully I’ll be better at using them. 🙂

Anyway. I decided to leaf through one of the cookbooks that mum gave me years ago, since I like the author’s recipes.

And… I happened to stumble on a recipe where I had all the ingredients in the fridge.

So I had tasty mushroom pasta for lunch. (I did replace the cream with creme fraiche, since I had an opened beaker in the fridge and added some soy and white wine.)

Standing there, cooking and deciding to add a splash of this and splash of that and sprinkle of herbs and some salt, filled me with joy.  Which.. was a good reminder for me to have this week.  

Anyway. Now I am going to write, and then I am going to do laundry and then I am going to figure out what to make for dinner.

Exile is an Instafreebie Feature!

So a couple of weeks ago, I got an e-mail from Instafreebie, informing me that Exile is one of three fantasy books selected to be featured on their blog 19/9 (yes, tomorrow! Eeep.) I will admit that I had to read it thrice, followed with pinching myself. I am really honored that they selected Exile,though.  If you haven’t downloaded Exile, you can do so here.

Gwyneth has no desire to devote the rest of her life to being a Priestess of Gwynfar, no matter what plans her mother has made. But as her birthday approaches, marking the moment when she becomes an adult – and must choose – another option suddenly appears. She can escape her mother – and her destiny – by stepping through the portal into another world…

Only to find that destiny has a tendency to follow.

 

 

If you already have downloaded Exile, you can buy Daughter of the Dark, the sequel,  at Amazon, Kobo, Ibooks and BN.

After more than a century of moving from realm to realm, one step ahead of the arch-priestess of Gwynfar’s thugs, Jenny is starting to worry that her enemies have found her. Her fear is confirmed when her daughter is kidnapped by Dhurian warriors in front of her.

Backed into a corner, Jenny teams up with the portal justicars. As she prepares for the return to Dhurig, she hopes things will go smoothly.

Maybe it would have, if not for a goddess taking an interest in her, a tangle of vampire intrigues, and her ex-lover demanding to be a part of the search party.

Suddenly, Jenny’s life is much more complicated than she  expected it to be.

It is hot

It is really, really hot right now (which it has been since May). And it is predicted to remain hot for the rest of July.  I am  hoping for rain. Lots of it, but I am at the same time  dreading when it starts to rain again, since it is so dry that I am not sure if the ground will be able to absorb the water. Yeah.  So I am staying at dad’s, since he has a beach 5 minutes away.

I am writing, though, no matter how hot it is. Even if is a bit slower than normal. I am almost that the halfway point, and if I keep up the pace, I should be done around my birthday. (I know, I probably jinxed it now.)

Once I am done with this book, I am going back  to the Portal Justicars. More specifically, the Shifter’s Justice. I am hoping it wont take me as long as Vanished did.  We will see.

Anyway, I am off to write now. I hope you are having a nice summer!