Kathleen Duey's Blog, page 13
September 15, 2009
Writing like lightning....and snails.
Skin Hunger and Sacred Scars, the first two books in The Resurrection of Magic trilogy, have won awards, gotten great reviews, and have brought me LOTS of reactions, comments, messages, via every means of communication...
((Woohoo, DragonCon-ees)) ((Hello Tweeps, FB, MySpace and Blogger friends)) ((Thanks so much to all the teachers and librarians)) ((I <3 you, SCBWI folks)) ((YAY for book clubs!)) ((FF! I am just getting started there, but wow...)
...thanks to everyone who has gotten in touch.
Many of you have asked when the next book will be out. I would love for there to be a tiny, quick answer to this, but there isn't.
First: It makes me unbearably happy that you want to know.
Second: Sacred Scars was released in August 2009....!!! Barely a month before my writing this missive.
Third: I am writing the third book now. It is taking turns (I do not outline, I fly into the mist) that I did not expect and...
Fourth: I am writing as fast as I can without breaking my tenuous ties to the characters by pushing them around.
Fifth: I am writing a Twitter novel online when Sadima and Hahp are hard to reach. It's for YA and adult readers and the full (in progress) text is here:
http://russet-one-wing.blogspot.com/
Sixth: I have finished writing the first two titles of The Faeries Promise. It is set in the same lands as The Unicorn's Secret. Thanks to the nearly 15,000 people of all ages who have contacted me one way or another to tell me you love those books. I love these books, too.
Seventh: I promise I am not swinging in a hammock, eating grapes until naptime, even though I am still a little jetlaggged from traveling, as usual. I think the last of the trilogy will amaze you. It is amazing me.
Get more on Kathleen Duey at SimonandSchuster.com
((Woohoo, DragonCon-ees)) ((Hello Tweeps, FB, MySpace and Blogger friends)) ((Thanks so much to all the teachers and librarians)) ((I <3 you, SCBWI folks)) ((YAY for book clubs!)) ((FF! I am just getting started there, but wow...)
...thanks to everyone who has gotten in touch.
Many of you have asked when the next book will be out. I would love for there to be a tiny, quick answer to this, but there isn't.
First: It makes me unbearably happy that you want to know.
Second: Sacred Scars was released in August 2009....!!! Barely a month before my writing this missive.
Third: I am writing the third book now. It is taking turns (I do not outline, I fly into the mist) that I did not expect and...
Fourth: I am writing as fast as I can without breaking my tenuous ties to the characters by pushing them around.
Fifth: I am writing a Twitter novel online when Sadima and Hahp are hard to reach. It's for YA and adult readers and the full (in progress) text is here:
http://russet-one-wing.blogspot.com/
Sixth: I have finished writing the first two titles of The Faeries Promise. It is set in the same lands as The Unicorn's Secret. Thanks to the nearly 15,000 people of all ages who have contacted me one way or another to tell me you love those books. I love these books, too.
Seventh: I promise I am not swinging in a hammock, eating grapes until naptime, even though I am still a little jetlaggged from traveling, as usual. I think the last of the trilogy will amaze you. It is amazing me.
Get more on Kathleen Duey at SimonandSchuster.com
What? A Blog? Here??? Really? Hmmmmmmmm.
Just got back from San Antonio TX. I interviewed three more cab drivers, got to see many writers who write books I love and ate way. too. much. More at writerwriterwriter
Get more on Kathleen Duey at SimonandSchuster.com
Get more on Kathleen Duey at SimonandSchuster.com
April 22, 2009
2. The Cop
Russet: In San Louis Obispo, I get off the train. Whoever is calling me, whoever the guy following me is, I want out. I want to disappear.
Russet: The guy is on the platform. He's looking at me. Staring at me. He says this: "I know your dad, I have to tell you something."
Russet: No idea who this guy is. Does he know my father? Or is he one of the people my dad ran from. And how the f**k can I possibly tell?
Russet: "Where is he?" I ask. The guy shrugs. "Who knows?" he says, then smiles. I start to
Russet: The guy is on the platform. He's looking at me. Staring at me. He says this: "I know your dad, I have to tell you something."
Russet: No idea who this guy is. Does he know my father? Or is he one of the people my dad ran from. And how the f**k can I possibly tell?
Russet: "Where is he?" I ask. The guy shrugs. "Who knows?" he says, then smiles. I start to
The Cop
Russet: In San Louis Obispo, I get off the train. Whoever is calling me, whoever the guy following me is, I want out. I want to disappear.
Russet: The guy is on the platform. He's looking at me. Staring at me. He says this: "I know your dad, I have to tell you something."
Russet: No idea who this guy is. Does he know my father? Or is he one of the people my dad ran from. And how the f**k can I possibly tell?
Russet: "Where is he?" I ask. The guy shrugs. "Who knows?" he says, then smiles. I start to
Russet: The guy is on the platform. He's looking at me. Staring at me. He says this: "I know your dad, I have to tell you something."
Russet: No idea who this guy is. Does he know my father? Or is he one of the people my dad ran from. And how the f**k can I possibly tell?
Russet: "Where is he?" I ask. The guy shrugs. "Who knows?" he says, then smiles. I start to
Russet: A Letter, A Train
Russet: Here's the deal. I can't go back. Not now, not ever. I'll explain when I can. But first, I have to find a blanket.
Russet: I found an old sleeping bag. It smells, but not too bad. The beach will be fine. No moon.
Russet: Smells like ocean more than it did before sunset. No one saw me walk out here, pretty sure. I'll go north tomorrow.
Russet: There is a guy behind me -20 yds, not too close. Just walking the beach? At the exact pace I am? I decide to jog. So does he.
Russet: Found a way, brus
Russet: I found an old sleeping bag. It smells, but not too bad. The beach will be fine. No moon.
Russet: Smells like ocean more than it did before sunset. No one saw me walk out here, pretty sure. I'll go north tomorrow.
Russet: There is a guy behind me -20 yds, not too close. Just walking the beach? At the exact pace I am? I decide to jog. So does he.
Russet: Found a way, brus
Russet: a twitter novel--introduction
This is an experiment. Russet is telling his own story on my twitter account. He talks. I type. I don't know what happens next. I am astounded at what he's whispering in my head. And usually, he does whisper. He is 18, just trying to figure out his complicated life. You can follow him on twitter: http://twitter.com/kathleendueyOr read his story here. It's updated a few minutes after he tweets, which is almost every day. When I travel, he keeps talking, and I tweet/post ASAP.
((Huge thanks to eve
5. Alone. Again.
Russet: For a while I just sit, teeth tight. Rocking. My father disappears/Justin appears. Coincidence? Could be. But probably not.
Russet: Justin said he knew my dad, knew about the letter. That sounds like something my father would tell him to say, to test my reaction.
Russet: If my dad had wanted him gone, he'd be in jail. So were the cops actors? Is Justin here to watch me, keep me on the train?
Russet: My brain swerves. Maybe Justin isn't my father's tool. Maybe he escaped, got back on the tra
Russet: Justin said he knew my dad, knew about the letter. That sounds like something my father would tell him to say, to test my reaction.
Russet: If my dad had wanted him gone, he'd be in jail. So were the cops actors? Is Justin here to watch me, keep me on the train?
Russet: My brain swerves. Maybe Justin isn't my father's tool. Maybe he escaped, got back on the tra
4. Reunion
Russet: But now? I didn't imagine the pounding. I morph into a nerd and peek out. My father is standing there. He has blood on his shirt.
Russet: We stare at each other through the glass. He looks both ways, then gestures. I slide the door open."Are you hurt?" He seems puzzled.
Russet: I point at the blood; it's still wet. He looks irritated, inconvenienced. My skin prickles and I realize this: It isn't his blood.
Russet: My hands are fists. "What's going on?" He pushes me backward, wedges himself
Russet: We stare at each other through the glass. He looks both ways, then gestures. I slide the door open."Are you hurt?" He seems puzzled.
Russet: I point at the blood; it's still wet. He looks irritated, inconvenienced. My skin prickles and I realize this: It isn't his blood.
Russet: My hands are fists. "What's going on?" He pushes me backward, wedges himself
3. My Father
Russet: I wish I hadn't called E. I wish a lot of impossible things. I need to be one person, live one life. Somehow. Somewhere?
Russet: I finally call. My dad's answering message: "The enemy has assassins placed. Not LT--TA." I almost smile. It's The Game.
Russet: We use a simple code: The middle 1 or 2 letters , reversed. He means—Not Portland. Seattle. He wants 4 more hours to play.
Russet: Justin said he knew my father--and he ended up face down on concrete. Will I? I bite my lip and taste bloo
Russet: I finally call. My dad's answering message: "The enemy has assassins placed. Not LT--TA." I almost smile. It's The Game.
Russet: We use a simple code: The middle 1 or 2 letters , reversed. He means—Not Portland. Seattle. He wants 4 more hours to play.
Russet: Justin said he knew my father--and he ended up face down on concrete. Will I? I bite my lip and taste bloo
Alone. Again.
Russet: For a while I just sit, teeth tight. Rocking. My father disappears/Justin appears. Coincidence? Could be. But probably not.
Russet: Justin said he knew my dad, knew about the letter. That sounds like something my father would tell him to say, to test my reaction.
Russet: If my dad had wanted him gone, he’d be in jail. So were the cops actors? Is Justin here to watch me, keep me on the train?
Russet: My brain swerves. Maybe Justin isn’t my father’s tool. Maybe he escaped, got back on the tra
Russet: Justin said he knew my dad, knew about the letter. That sounds like something my father would tell him to say, to test my reaction.
Russet: If my dad had wanted him gone, he’d be in jail. So were the cops actors? Is Justin here to watch me, keep me on the train?
Russet: My brain swerves. Maybe Justin isn’t my father’s tool. Maybe he escaped, got back on the tra
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