Lazette Gifford's Blog, page 49

When things don't quite go right

On August 1, I started the rewrite of Singer & St. Jude 1: The Lost Cause.  This book has already been published by Double Dragon, but I asked for the rights back because I wanted to move the story about a hundred years into the future and use the series (there are several more that have not been published) as the starting point for the Inner Worlds Council Universe.  The books introduce two

Flash Friday # 265 -- Dusty & Friends/10

Dusty gave a  cry of despair, the sound lost in the shouts from the others.  She held the bag close and could feel Blue trembling.  She wanted to reassure him.  Even if he went back to the orcs, they would keep him alive.  He'd be safe."There's more trouble.  I don't know what it is, but a couple soldiers arrived and said they'd be talking to everyone.  One was only a little ways behind me,"

Flash Friday # 264 -- Dusty & Friends/9

Dusty had hoped that the orcs would go for at least a full day, maybe two, before they realized they were missing their most prized possession.  Blue cried in fear and burrowed back into the bag even before she could say anything.Which was good since Happy came out of her room, pulling a tunic into place and her hair in disarray.  People began making sounds all through the building, but Dusty

Flash Friday # 263 -- Dusty & Friends/8

"Do you do it all yourself usually, ma'am?" Dusty asked during one little break where they both sat on stools and sipped cool water from the well out back.  A dull sound of many voices came from the tavern area, but the man who worked out there -- Gus -- kept everything calm."Most days.  My daughter seems to have far more important things to do." Happy gave a weary shrug.  "I keep hoping

Research for new novel

Flash Friday # 262 -- Dusty & Friends/7

Dusty had not gotten far into the little opening before her dress caught.  The area ahead looked even smaller, but she dared not stop.  The sunlight shining into the crevice showed her too clearly, and even if no one could see Blue, they would still wonder what she was doing.A bit of a scramble forward and her dress tore.  She didn't care.  However, she could not get more than her head

And Another One

Here is something you often hear from me.I have a new novel idea.

This one will be an Egyptian/Steampunk/Fantasy/Archeology tale.  I am sure there will be awakened Nile Gods, though all I have for a plot is the opening.  Normally I don't do a lot about character families beyond the immediate ones needed for the story, but I've already charted four or five generations for three families with

Flash Friday # 261 -- Dusty & Friends/6

She had one trick that might help them escape. Dusty took a piece of cloth and twisted it into a shape that resembled the baby dragon.  She opened the cage and pushed the rag into the corner where she'd seen Blue sleep.  "Oh, it's me!"Dusty didn't have time to consider anything more.  They'd traveled a great distance without a stop and wouldn't have another such chance to escape anytime soon.

Don't Fret

Yes, I skipped several weeks of blog posts.  I've been caught up in so much going on around me that I couldn't find time to do some of the auxiliary things like this blog. Besides, most of what I was doing was pretty boring.Let's start with the one thing that was not boring, though!  I went to the mountains last weekend!  We made a wild, mad-dash of a trip in 44 hours from the far northeast

Flash Friday # 260 -- Dusty & Friends/5

The orc hadn't made tied down the covering very well, and they had a little more light.  Dusty crawled out from under the cloth, which turned out to be rags and discarded clothing.  "Oh, these will help!" She started pulling out the darkest pieces she could find.  "My dress is too bright.  I need something less noticeable."The orcs began a new chant, and the cart moved faster, each pounding