Jack Lewis Baillot's Blog, page 50
December 12, 2013
"Mrs. Peel! The first thing a ghost learns is to walk through walls."
Wherein Jack is anything but ready.
I'm releasing the snippets a day early, because the next two days will be insanely...insane for me. I am also setting up a....party shall we call it? "That doesn't look like a party..." to celebrate when the book is out. I will have more details Saturday, when the book is out! For now, enjoy these sneak peaks, and I will see you all again on Saturday!
“I thought we'd just sit back and have some dinner!” he roared.“Can't you French think of anything aside from your stomachs?”
“Yes, my uncle needs to speak to the queen,” Aden spoke up, hoping to be helpful.
“You came to London to visit the queen?”
“That sounds like it could be a rhyme,” Lewis whispered to Louis.
Darcy doubled up with laughter and Isidore silently glanced from one to the other of them. Peter thought about trying to explain some of what was going on but then decided he didn't owe this stranger anything. He could be baffled, it would teach him to be a possible Morcoft spy.
“You stabbed a map,” the constable informed Hogan, leaning forward in his saddle.“Yes, I did.” Hogan smiled.“May I ask why?”
“It was being unhelpful.”
“A girl?” Kirk sounded surprised.“Yes,” Peter admitted. “I thought a girl broke your heart so you joined up with pirates. Tony told me that's why a lot of men become pirates.”
“This is Anthony Verne.” Tony clenched the radio tightly, feeling a little better already. “I need to speak to Captain Hogan.”“Verne?” the voice demanded. “I thought you'd be dead by now.”“Thanks, so good to know you have such high faith in me. Where's the Captain?”“He went into London.”Tony almost threw the radio at the window but refrained because Steed was armed and just a couple feet behind him.“Where at in London?”“Knowing the Captain? Likely everywhere, looking for you. Where are you at?”“I'm in the air.”“Did you turn into a bird?”“Who is this?” Tony demanded. He wanted to be able to strangle him when they finally met up.“Lewis.”“No you're not. Lewis is Irish.”“It was worth a try.”
“I was a bit busy. And I almost died, several times,” Tony muttered.“What did you do? Eat some more of your Russian bacon?”
“Where did you get to?” he demanded.“I went to get an apple.” He held up the core and Tony plucked it out of his hand by the stem. He wrinkled his nose but Peter didn't offer to take it back.
A Speeder rattled past and splashed water up from the gutter all over Peter. He didn't slow, but his boots suddenly became slippery. Water squelched in them as he took two more steps before loosing his footing.Desperate to keep upright, Peter flung out his arms and grabbed hold of the only thing nearby – Steed. Clutching hold of the Air Pirate, he hoped the taller man would keep them both up. Instead, Peter's flaying arms hit Steed in the side and when he turned to punch him he got tangled up in Peter's hold. Losing his balance, he went down, pulling Peter with him.In the most undignified way possible, both crashed onto the cobblestones, right in the middle of a crowed of Londoners. Peter fell half under Steed, which he was grateful for when he saw how many eyes were peering down at them.“Really!” one woman huffed before turning and walking off.A man held a handkerchief to his nose. “This is why we need to have those pubs closed!” he exclaimed before turning and leaving as well.“Why I ought to!” Steed thundered, but thankfully no one was left to hear him. Turning their noses up, the Londoners gave them wide berth as they walked around them.
“Yes!” Peter hoped he sounded threatening. “Don't try and run! I will shoot!”The man clicked his tongue. “You would shoot me? Before we've been introduced?”Peter didn't see what difference it would make. If the man really wanted to introduce himself he wouldn't stop him, but he had no intention of giving out his name.“Well, tell me your name if you want,” Peter said, keeping his finger on the trigger.“You mean you don't plan to tell me yours?”“The thought hadn't crossed my mind,” Peter answered.“I can't tell you mine then,” the man murmured, “introductions don't work like that.”
“Oh, do I get to meet the queen?”“You'd probably have to take a bath first,” Peter answered, wrinkling his nose.“You pull a pistol on me and insult me? What else do you do? Steal candy from babies?”
It was Isidore he finally came across, sitting out in the garden. He had a bench claimed all to himself and was almost sprawled over it, except Germans didn't sprawl. He had his feet resting on one arm rest and his back up against the other. His eyes were half closed and if he hadn't been German Aden would have said he looked content.
“Oh look,” Hogan muttered, “it's the Archduke's missing table.”Tony stared at Steed in disbelief. “You stole a table?”“No. I flew over his mansion and it jumped on board.”“You stole a table,” Tony ignored him. “Who flies around in a huge, silent airship and goes, 'Oh, you know what would give me a good reputation as a fearsome Air Pirate? Stealing a table.'?”“Do you even see it?” Steed exclaimed. “Do you have any idea how hard it was to get it out of his house?”“You got five guys to lift it-”“Five?” Steed scoffed.“You're right. Three.”“You can't lift that table with just three men.”“Want to bet? Aden, Pete, help me lift this thing-”
“Says who? You?” Steed snorted. “You're Russian, of course you'd defend them.”Swiveling around, Tony scowled. “I know my people. They would not attack unprovoked.”“And why should I believe you? You always attack me unprovoked.”
His uncle and Captain Steed looked the little man over, as if hoping to find something defective with him so they could return him for a better version. The man just stood there and let them stare at him.“Well?” Captain Steed finally asked his uncle out of the corner of his mouth.“Well nothing, I guess,” Hogan whispered back.The short man held out his arms and Aden backed away, just in case he was inviting them all to hug him.
Quote is from the old Avengers TV show.
Allons-y!!
I'm releasing the snippets a day early, because the next two days will be insanely...insane for me. I am also setting up a....party shall we call it? "That doesn't look like a party..." to celebrate when the book is out. I will have more details Saturday, when the book is out! For now, enjoy these sneak peaks, and I will see you all again on Saturday!
“I thought we'd just sit back and have some dinner!” he roared.“Can't you French think of anything aside from your stomachs?”
“Yes, my uncle needs to speak to the queen,” Aden spoke up, hoping to be helpful.
“You came to London to visit the queen?”
“That sounds like it could be a rhyme,” Lewis whispered to Louis.
Darcy doubled up with laughter and Isidore silently glanced from one to the other of them. Peter thought about trying to explain some of what was going on but then decided he didn't owe this stranger anything. He could be baffled, it would teach him to be a possible Morcoft spy.
“You stabbed a map,” the constable informed Hogan, leaning forward in his saddle.“Yes, I did.” Hogan smiled.“May I ask why?”
“It was being unhelpful.”
“A girl?” Kirk sounded surprised.“Yes,” Peter admitted. “I thought a girl broke your heart so you joined up with pirates. Tony told me that's why a lot of men become pirates.”
“This is Anthony Verne.” Tony clenched the radio tightly, feeling a little better already. “I need to speak to Captain Hogan.”“Verne?” the voice demanded. “I thought you'd be dead by now.”“Thanks, so good to know you have such high faith in me. Where's the Captain?”“He went into London.”Tony almost threw the radio at the window but refrained because Steed was armed and just a couple feet behind him.“Where at in London?”“Knowing the Captain? Likely everywhere, looking for you. Where are you at?”“I'm in the air.”“Did you turn into a bird?”“Who is this?” Tony demanded. He wanted to be able to strangle him when they finally met up.“Lewis.”“No you're not. Lewis is Irish.”“It was worth a try.”
“I was a bit busy. And I almost died, several times,” Tony muttered.“What did you do? Eat some more of your Russian bacon?”
“Where did you get to?” he demanded.“I went to get an apple.” He held up the core and Tony plucked it out of his hand by the stem. He wrinkled his nose but Peter didn't offer to take it back.
A Speeder rattled past and splashed water up from the gutter all over Peter. He didn't slow, but his boots suddenly became slippery. Water squelched in them as he took two more steps before loosing his footing.Desperate to keep upright, Peter flung out his arms and grabbed hold of the only thing nearby – Steed. Clutching hold of the Air Pirate, he hoped the taller man would keep them both up. Instead, Peter's flaying arms hit Steed in the side and when he turned to punch him he got tangled up in Peter's hold. Losing his balance, he went down, pulling Peter with him.In the most undignified way possible, both crashed onto the cobblestones, right in the middle of a crowed of Londoners. Peter fell half under Steed, which he was grateful for when he saw how many eyes were peering down at them.“Really!” one woman huffed before turning and walking off.A man held a handkerchief to his nose. “This is why we need to have those pubs closed!” he exclaimed before turning and leaving as well.“Why I ought to!” Steed thundered, but thankfully no one was left to hear him. Turning their noses up, the Londoners gave them wide berth as they walked around them.
“Yes!” Peter hoped he sounded threatening. “Don't try and run! I will shoot!”The man clicked his tongue. “You would shoot me? Before we've been introduced?”Peter didn't see what difference it would make. If the man really wanted to introduce himself he wouldn't stop him, but he had no intention of giving out his name.“Well, tell me your name if you want,” Peter said, keeping his finger on the trigger.“You mean you don't plan to tell me yours?”“The thought hadn't crossed my mind,” Peter answered.“I can't tell you mine then,” the man murmured, “introductions don't work like that.”
“Oh, do I get to meet the queen?”“You'd probably have to take a bath first,” Peter answered, wrinkling his nose.“You pull a pistol on me and insult me? What else do you do? Steal candy from babies?”
It was Isidore he finally came across, sitting out in the garden. He had a bench claimed all to himself and was almost sprawled over it, except Germans didn't sprawl. He had his feet resting on one arm rest and his back up against the other. His eyes were half closed and if he hadn't been German Aden would have said he looked content.
“Oh look,” Hogan muttered, “it's the Archduke's missing table.”Tony stared at Steed in disbelief. “You stole a table?”“No. I flew over his mansion and it jumped on board.”“You stole a table,” Tony ignored him. “Who flies around in a huge, silent airship and goes, 'Oh, you know what would give me a good reputation as a fearsome Air Pirate? Stealing a table.'?”“Do you even see it?” Steed exclaimed. “Do you have any idea how hard it was to get it out of his house?”“You got five guys to lift it-”“Five?” Steed scoffed.“You're right. Three.”“You can't lift that table with just three men.”“Want to bet? Aden, Pete, help me lift this thing-”
“Says who? You?” Steed snorted. “You're Russian, of course you'd defend them.”Swiveling around, Tony scowled. “I know my people. They would not attack unprovoked.”“And why should I believe you? You always attack me unprovoked.”
His uncle and Captain Steed looked the little man over, as if hoping to find something defective with him so they could return him for a better version. The man just stood there and let them stare at him.“Well?” Captain Steed finally asked his uncle out of the corner of his mouth.“Well nothing, I guess,” Hogan whispered back.The short man held out his arms and Aden backed away, just in case he was inviting them all to hug him.
Quote is from the old Avengers TV show.
Allons-y!!
December 10, 2013
"I want you to take my bandage and go and take my pistol test for me.......I can't hit the target, give me a break."
Wherein Jack lost her wrist brace.
I was going to do a cool post before I released today's....book release....make you want to read the book thingy. I will think up an official name someday. But, I can't find my wrist brace. And since I can't type long without it, you don't get a long, brilliant post. Instead, you get....whatever I can type before my fingers stop working, so there.
Today I finished the FINAL reading of Abolished! It is now all ready to go, and is just waiting for the release date. Now that I have that done I can concentrate on finals. And The Hobbit, because everyone knows that is VERY important.
Hm....even with my wrist brace I don't think I'd make it far with being brilliant. (Actually, I am trying to figure out how to change my signature and am not really thinking about brilliance at the moment. When I have it up everyone can see which one won the vote.) Hopefully I won't break my wonderful new background trying to find the signature thing. If I ever get rich and famous off my books I'm hiring someone to do all of the technical website stuff for me. I'll just point at it and go, "Make it do this!" and they will do it without blinking and I will be in awe of their skills.
Okay, enough though. I've got to the point where my fingers don't want to work, so I will leave you with this! The title chapters from Abolished! (Friday's post will be filled with snippets from the book, and then Saturday the book will be out!)
Prologue. Wherein a Promise is MadeOne. Wherein Steed learns he has to go to EnglandTwo. Wherein Isidore has a bad day and Jack is given a warningThree. Wherein the airship lands unceremoniouslyFour. Wherein Singur meets his uncle's mortal enemyFive.Wherein Tony attempts to save the daySix. Wherein Singur gets some answersSeven. Wherein Peter and Darcy meet a scowling detectiveEight. Wherein Germany is invaded and a life is lostNine. Wherein Mrs. Kirk feeds everyoneTen. Wherein Singur tells the world his secretEleven. Wherein the airship is repaired and a confession is givenTwelve. Wherein Singur meets a rebelThirteen. Wherein Kirk goes visiting and almost everyone else repairs the airshipFourteen. Wherein Singur blows up some StalkersFifteen. Wherein the airship is repaired and the crew travels to England and is promptly attackedSixteen. Wherein it is uncertain whose side Singur is onSeventeen. Wherein the crew of the airship has a run in with a bad-tempered, territorial Air PirateEighteen. Wherein Hogan abuses a mapNineteen. Wherein Tony contacts the Captain and Peter learns Alfie's full nameTwenty. Wherein Peter meets the CaptainTwenty-One. Wherein Peter learns who his parents wereTwenty-Two. Wherein Hogan comes up with a planTwenty-Three. Wherein Peter meets the Queen of EnglandTwenty-Four. Wherein Peter and Tony receive bad news and a meeting occurs in the streets of LondonTwenty-Five. Wherein Steed and Peter finally have something in commonTwenty-Six. Wherein there are thieves in the Buckingham Palace kitchenTwenty-Seven. Wherein Hogan acquires an airshipTwenty-Eight. Wherein Steed begins to doubt everythingTwenty-Nine.Wherein everyone flies to RussiaThirty. Wherein the Black Beard arrives in the land of raw baconThirty-One. Wherein Peter walks through a Winter WastelandThirty-Two. Wherein Jack is capturedThirty-Three. Wherein Peter comes up with an elaborate rescueThirty-Four. Wherein Isidore shoots Peter down Thirty-Five. Wherein Steed betrays everyone
And, just for fun, the Illustration titles.1: Hiding From Darcy...252: Saying Goodbye...363: Unexpected Comforter...407: “Did you just shoot my airship?”...658: Death Of A Rebel...7210: Singur Joins The Battle...8413: Unwanted Company...10218: Hogan And The Map...14919: Loss Of A Friend...16422: Unable To Get Along...19024: Unexpected Meeting...21425: Steed's Panic...21826: Darcy's Vigilance...23027: In Buckingham Palace...24229: His Father's Bible...26232: Sabotage...282 35: Betrayed...314
Quote is from Columbo again, when he is avoiding target practice. He finds out he will loose his badge if he doesn't go so he convinces someone to take the test for him.
Allons-y!
I was going to do a cool post before I released today's....book release....make you want to read the book thingy. I will think up an official name someday. But, I can't find my wrist brace. And since I can't type long without it, you don't get a long, brilliant post. Instead, you get....whatever I can type before my fingers stop working, so there.
Today I finished the FINAL reading of Abolished! It is now all ready to go, and is just waiting for the release date. Now that I have that done I can concentrate on finals. And The Hobbit, because everyone knows that is VERY important.
Hm....even with my wrist brace I don't think I'd make it far with being brilliant. (Actually, I am trying to figure out how to change my signature and am not really thinking about brilliance at the moment. When I have it up everyone can see which one won the vote.) Hopefully I won't break my wonderful new background trying to find the signature thing. If I ever get rich and famous off my books I'm hiring someone to do all of the technical website stuff for me. I'll just point at it and go, "Make it do this!" and they will do it without blinking and I will be in awe of their skills.
Okay, enough though. I've got to the point where my fingers don't want to work, so I will leave you with this! The title chapters from Abolished! (Friday's post will be filled with snippets from the book, and then Saturday the book will be out!)
Prologue. Wherein a Promise is MadeOne. Wherein Steed learns he has to go to EnglandTwo. Wherein Isidore has a bad day and Jack is given a warningThree. Wherein the airship lands unceremoniouslyFour. Wherein Singur meets his uncle's mortal enemyFive.Wherein Tony attempts to save the daySix. Wherein Singur gets some answersSeven. Wherein Peter and Darcy meet a scowling detectiveEight. Wherein Germany is invaded and a life is lostNine. Wherein Mrs. Kirk feeds everyoneTen. Wherein Singur tells the world his secretEleven. Wherein the airship is repaired and a confession is givenTwelve. Wherein Singur meets a rebelThirteen. Wherein Kirk goes visiting and almost everyone else repairs the airshipFourteen. Wherein Singur blows up some StalkersFifteen. Wherein the airship is repaired and the crew travels to England and is promptly attackedSixteen. Wherein it is uncertain whose side Singur is onSeventeen. Wherein the crew of the airship has a run in with a bad-tempered, territorial Air PirateEighteen. Wherein Hogan abuses a mapNineteen. Wherein Tony contacts the Captain and Peter learns Alfie's full nameTwenty. Wherein Peter meets the CaptainTwenty-One. Wherein Peter learns who his parents wereTwenty-Two. Wherein Hogan comes up with a planTwenty-Three. Wherein Peter meets the Queen of EnglandTwenty-Four. Wherein Peter and Tony receive bad news and a meeting occurs in the streets of LondonTwenty-Five. Wherein Steed and Peter finally have something in commonTwenty-Six. Wherein there are thieves in the Buckingham Palace kitchenTwenty-Seven. Wherein Hogan acquires an airshipTwenty-Eight. Wherein Steed begins to doubt everythingTwenty-Nine.Wherein everyone flies to RussiaThirty. Wherein the Black Beard arrives in the land of raw baconThirty-One. Wherein Peter walks through a Winter WastelandThirty-Two. Wherein Jack is capturedThirty-Three. Wherein Peter comes up with an elaborate rescueThirty-Four. Wherein Isidore shoots Peter down Thirty-Five. Wherein Steed betrays everyone
And, just for fun, the Illustration titles.1: Hiding From Darcy...252: Saying Goodbye...363: Unexpected Comforter...407: “Did you just shoot my airship?”...658: Death Of A Rebel...7210: Singur Joins The Battle...8413: Unwanted Company...10218: Hogan And The Map...14919: Loss Of A Friend...16422: Unable To Get Along...19024: Unexpected Meeting...21425: Steed's Panic...21826: Darcy's Vigilance...23027: In Buckingham Palace...24229: His Father's Bible...26232: Sabotage...282 35: Betrayed...314
Quote is from Columbo again, when he is avoiding target practice. He finds out he will loose his badge if he doesn't go so he convinces someone to take the test for him.
Allons-y!
December 9, 2013
"It's Sunday and I promised my dog I'd take him to the park."
I have no clue how to begin or end this, but I wanted to share the prologue with all of you today - before I begin reading the book again. So, I hope all of you enjoy it!
Prologue:Wherein a Promise is MadeAfter spending so much time at sea, and coming home to find his little sister murdered, Hogan found little joy in life. Sometimes he felt like all he had left was Peter, and he couldn't even rightly call the boy his.At five, Peter was the only one who could get Hogan to smile. It was understandable why Peter's parents – Hogan's best friends – failed in lighten his dark moods. They were caught up in the middle of the affair which had taken his sister and brother-in-law's lives.“Why didn't you save them?” Hogan had demanded of Noah and Olivia Jones the day he had found them alive, and learned of his sister's death.“We tried.” The grief, pain, and hurt in Noah's eyes curbed some of Hogan's anger. Of course Noah would blame himself for Aggie and Dan's murders. He had been the one who promised to keep them all safe.“Ten months before Aggie and Dan were killed I lost contact with them,” Noah explained, his voice heavy, “I did everything I could to locate them, but I didn't get to them in time.”Knowing his bitter words only cut Noah's wounds deeper, Hogan tired to keep his next civil. “Morcoft did it, didn't he?”“We have no proof,” Noah murmured. He fiddled with the parts of his pistol which he was cleaning.“I'm so sorry, Sebastian,” Olivia whispered, tears shimmering in her eyes. She looked even more grief stricken than her husband so Hogan said nothing about her using his first name, a privilege he usually onlyallowed to his sister.“I know you would have saved them if you could,” Hogan whispered, humbled but still feeling as if someone had torn his heart out and cut it in two.He had taken care of Aggie since their parents' death, when she was only five. She was all he had ever had in this world, and now he would never see her again.“Margret says, if you need to talk or – anything – you can go and see her,” Olivia murmured gently.The smile which tried to appear on Hogan's lips took all his willpower to keep back. “Is she with Abelard?” he asked, trying not to sound too lethal.Noah's eyes almost twinkled as he shook his head no. “No, she's not.”That was the only good news Hogan heard that year. The year after he learned that Olivia and Noah were going to have a child. After that, visits to land weren't as horrible because there was little Peter to see. It also helped when the Jones' made Hogan the boy's adopted uncle.Hogan loved the boy as his own, having long ago acknowledged that he would never have children, thanks to Abelard.“If only Aggie had, had children,” he murmured one day as he sat in the Jones' parlor, watching Peter play with a model aeroplane.He tried to not talk about his sister when around Noah and Olivia but, sometimes, things slipped out.“You know you will always have a family with us,” Olivia tried to cheer him up, “and we know that no matter what happens, we can rely on you to keep our son safe.”“I would never let anything happen to him,” Hogan promised.
There, what do you think?
Another Columbo quote. Because I like him.
P.S. Don't forget you have a chance to enter to win a free, signed copy of Abolished! All you have to do is write a post about a Steampunk invention you would create and leave the link in my comment box. More details HERE!!!
Allons-y!
Prologue:Wherein a Promise is MadeAfter spending so much time at sea, and coming home to find his little sister murdered, Hogan found little joy in life. Sometimes he felt like all he had left was Peter, and he couldn't even rightly call the boy his.At five, Peter was the only one who could get Hogan to smile. It was understandable why Peter's parents – Hogan's best friends – failed in lighten his dark moods. They were caught up in the middle of the affair which had taken his sister and brother-in-law's lives.“Why didn't you save them?” Hogan had demanded of Noah and Olivia Jones the day he had found them alive, and learned of his sister's death.“We tried.” The grief, pain, and hurt in Noah's eyes curbed some of Hogan's anger. Of course Noah would blame himself for Aggie and Dan's murders. He had been the one who promised to keep them all safe.“Ten months before Aggie and Dan were killed I lost contact with them,” Noah explained, his voice heavy, “I did everything I could to locate them, but I didn't get to them in time.”Knowing his bitter words only cut Noah's wounds deeper, Hogan tired to keep his next civil. “Morcoft did it, didn't he?”“We have no proof,” Noah murmured. He fiddled with the parts of his pistol which he was cleaning.“I'm so sorry, Sebastian,” Olivia whispered, tears shimmering in her eyes. She looked even more grief stricken than her husband so Hogan said nothing about her using his first name, a privilege he usually onlyallowed to his sister.“I know you would have saved them if you could,” Hogan whispered, humbled but still feeling as if someone had torn his heart out and cut it in two.He had taken care of Aggie since their parents' death, when she was only five. She was all he had ever had in this world, and now he would never see her again.“Margret says, if you need to talk or – anything – you can go and see her,” Olivia murmured gently.The smile which tried to appear on Hogan's lips took all his willpower to keep back. “Is she with Abelard?” he asked, trying not to sound too lethal.Noah's eyes almost twinkled as he shook his head no. “No, she's not.”That was the only good news Hogan heard that year. The year after he learned that Olivia and Noah were going to have a child. After that, visits to land weren't as horrible because there was little Peter to see. It also helped when the Jones' made Hogan the boy's adopted uncle.Hogan loved the boy as his own, having long ago acknowledged that he would never have children, thanks to Abelard.“If only Aggie had, had children,” he murmured one day as he sat in the Jones' parlor, watching Peter play with a model aeroplane.He tried to not talk about his sister when around Noah and Olivia but, sometimes, things slipped out.“You know you will always have a family with us,” Olivia tried to cheer him up, “and we know that no matter what happens, we can rely on you to keep our son safe.”“I would never let anything happen to him,” Hogan promised.
There, what do you think?
Another Columbo quote. Because I like him.
P.S. Don't forget you have a chance to enter to win a free, signed copy of Abolished! All you have to do is write a post about a Steampunk invention you would create and leave the link in my comment box. More details HERE!!!
Allons-y!
December 6, 2013
"On the high seas we don't ask...we order!"
Wherein Jack sees an end in sight.
I once went a week on about four hours of sleep. (Not a whole week, a five day week.) By the end of it I was as high strung as a cat, but I wasn't as exhausted as I thought I'd be. In fact, if anyone had asked me to run a marathon I would have taken them up on it. That was the tiredest I've ever been. Even all the other things I've done, that was the part I kept pointing back to and going, "Eh, this isn't as bad as that." Until now. I don't know if it was the last minute editing - I still don't know how I got so far behind on editing - my first year of school and all of the moment's of panic that brought on, or NaNo. (Yes, NaNo. It wears a person out to try and write a book which refuses to be written. I'd never felt more rested than the moment I gave it up and went back to The Broken Blade.) But whatever it is, likely a mix of all of them and work and all of the other crazy things I thought it would be fun to attempt my first year of school, I am worn out. I kept telling myself, "Just two more weeks. Two more weeks and you get a nice long holiday. You can curl up in front of the fire and watch TV for hours on end. Don't give up now." And then, just when I thought I could make it, someone said, "Oh! You have finales!" Finales? I'd heard of those dreadful things. People having mental break downs over them, not sleeping, not eating, sobbing on Facebook. But I never thought to ask what they were. If they were horrible enough to cause break downs I didn't want to know. But now I had one, so I dared to ask the question I've spent nearly my whole life avoiding."What's a finale?" It didn't help that my dad just laughed evilly. That couldn't be good. (For those who don't know, and I think everyone in the world does, it is apparently this massive test at the end of school.) I almost went back to bed when I found out. Giant, final test? Really? You're going to do that to me, right now? Excuse me while I move into my hermit cave, I'll see you in ten years. How was I supposed to study for a massive test AND get my book ready to publish in the same week? Why would anyone do this to me? I was already running on fumes. "FUMES!" This was cruel and unusual punishment. School was insanity. What ever made me decide to go back? (And my whining thoughts went on for awhile.) I finally made myself chill out. I sat down and made a list of what I had to do and when they needed to be done by. I started working on it with feverish intent, only to arrive at school and find out I had missed an assignment and gotten an F. AN F!?!?! I can't afford F's. (Seriously. I have been working like mad to get good grades in every class I can to make up for my pathetic ones in Math.) Slinking, I went up to my teacher, ready to get down on my hands and knees and beg to be allowed to turn in my assignment late. To apologize in Tom Huddleston fashion about missing it. My teacher didn't even bat an eye. She didn't even let me start my begging and Huddlestoning. "Oh, yes, this assignment. Here, this is what you have to do for it, just bring it in next week." *Blink* But, I had my begging all ready and everything! My moment of relief was crushed when that annoying voice in my head whispered, "You know, this adds just one more thing you have to do before school ends. And you have to do a good job at it, you can't just scribble something out." "Thank you, Moffat, for your encouragement." I added the missing assignment to my list, and I got to work. I worked like crazy. I wasn't even aware what I was doing. In the end, I just know I looked up and somehow, in one day, all of it was done. I almost fell over. Done? Early? Did I miss something again? Another assignment which would land me that dreaded F? I breathed, and went to my next class, during which my other teacher said, "We have one week left of class. Your finale will be a paper." A week? Not two weeks like I thought? A paper? One paper? You want me to write a paper for my finale? Is this some kind of trick? Okay, sure, the paper isn't as fun as the others were. It is a reflection paper, about me and some life changing event which happened to me. Fun. I hate talking about myself. Especially if it has to be a Chick Flick moment. But it beats a massive test so I didn't complain.
The end is now in sight, and closer and easier to reach than I thought it was. Which is nice. Because I am so tired right now I am more high strung than a cat. My brother walked up behind me yesterday and I almost hit the roof. And I never jump - one cannot jump when they have nothing but brothers. You show no fear around them. You might have just had a heart attack but you keep a dead expression on your face and you don't flinch. (Girls with brothers get this, if you don't have them, you cannot hope to understand the importance of this.)
Anyways, what I mean to say is, I have reached all new heights of insanity and after the 14th I am likely to drop off the internet world and not emerge again until after New Years. (At least, this is what I'd like to do.) I guess I just felt the need to warn everyone. If I start babbling and talking to myself - more than normal - you know why.
But, everything is still working. I will have all of my school done by finales and my book out on the 14th. And there are some things you need to know about the release...
I am holding a giveaway for book two!!!! You can find details HERE!!! I re-uploaded the trailer. I forgot to save it in HD so the one I posted the other day is blurry. If you wish to see a clearer version of it you can find it HERE!!! at the bottom of the page. I was going to add something to this but I can't think of what so you're out of luck I guess.
There was a tie on the pictures, so I eny meny miny moed it. The Buckingham Palace one won. (I guess it is harder to pick where there isn't a choice of someone getting punched or shot at...or whatever the last one was that got voted for and won by a land slide.) SEE?! This is why I leave you all with something dreadful in this book. You like watching my characters suffer, apparently, so you can blame yourselves for my evilness. *Nods and grins.*
That is it though. I spent part of the morning watching Columbo - to recharge my brain - and now I need to do other things. Like read Abolished one final time.
I have some things coming up this next week in honour of the release. Like I did last year, I will be releasing the Prologue, the chapter titles, and maybe even something else. I just have to decide what.
For now though....the picture.
In Buckingham Palace
Quote is from Columbo, said by Patrick Macnee. (If you don't know who he is you don't get cookies for a year.) But, Columbo is taking a cruise and someone is murdered while he's on board. And he is being his sweet, gentleman self, but Patrick Macnee is being his British captain self - which is wonderful Steed side popping up for visits.) (It was from the Troubled Waters episode. My new favourite.)
Allons-y!!
I once went a week on about four hours of sleep. (Not a whole week, a five day week.) By the end of it I was as high strung as a cat, but I wasn't as exhausted as I thought I'd be. In fact, if anyone had asked me to run a marathon I would have taken them up on it. That was the tiredest I've ever been. Even all the other things I've done, that was the part I kept pointing back to and going, "Eh, this isn't as bad as that." Until now. I don't know if it was the last minute editing - I still don't know how I got so far behind on editing - my first year of school and all of the moment's of panic that brought on, or NaNo. (Yes, NaNo. It wears a person out to try and write a book which refuses to be written. I'd never felt more rested than the moment I gave it up and went back to The Broken Blade.) But whatever it is, likely a mix of all of them and work and all of the other crazy things I thought it would be fun to attempt my first year of school, I am worn out. I kept telling myself, "Just two more weeks. Two more weeks and you get a nice long holiday. You can curl up in front of the fire and watch TV for hours on end. Don't give up now." And then, just when I thought I could make it, someone said, "Oh! You have finales!" Finales? I'd heard of those dreadful things. People having mental break downs over them, not sleeping, not eating, sobbing on Facebook. But I never thought to ask what they were. If they were horrible enough to cause break downs I didn't want to know. But now I had one, so I dared to ask the question I've spent nearly my whole life avoiding."What's a finale?" It didn't help that my dad just laughed evilly. That couldn't be good. (For those who don't know, and I think everyone in the world does, it is apparently this massive test at the end of school.) I almost went back to bed when I found out. Giant, final test? Really? You're going to do that to me, right now? Excuse me while I move into my hermit cave, I'll see you in ten years. How was I supposed to study for a massive test AND get my book ready to publish in the same week? Why would anyone do this to me? I was already running on fumes. "FUMES!" This was cruel and unusual punishment. School was insanity. What ever made me decide to go back? (And my whining thoughts went on for awhile.) I finally made myself chill out. I sat down and made a list of what I had to do and when they needed to be done by. I started working on it with feverish intent, only to arrive at school and find out I had missed an assignment and gotten an F. AN F!?!?! I can't afford F's. (Seriously. I have been working like mad to get good grades in every class I can to make up for my pathetic ones in Math.) Slinking, I went up to my teacher, ready to get down on my hands and knees and beg to be allowed to turn in my assignment late. To apologize in Tom Huddleston fashion about missing it. My teacher didn't even bat an eye. She didn't even let me start my begging and Huddlestoning. "Oh, yes, this assignment. Here, this is what you have to do for it, just bring it in next week." *Blink* But, I had my begging all ready and everything! My moment of relief was crushed when that annoying voice in my head whispered, "You know, this adds just one more thing you have to do before school ends. And you have to do a good job at it, you can't just scribble something out." "Thank you, Moffat, for your encouragement." I added the missing assignment to my list, and I got to work. I worked like crazy. I wasn't even aware what I was doing. In the end, I just know I looked up and somehow, in one day, all of it was done. I almost fell over. Done? Early? Did I miss something again? Another assignment which would land me that dreaded F? I breathed, and went to my next class, during which my other teacher said, "We have one week left of class. Your finale will be a paper." A week? Not two weeks like I thought? A paper? One paper? You want me to write a paper for my finale? Is this some kind of trick? Okay, sure, the paper isn't as fun as the others were. It is a reflection paper, about me and some life changing event which happened to me. Fun. I hate talking about myself. Especially if it has to be a Chick Flick moment. But it beats a massive test so I didn't complain.
The end is now in sight, and closer and easier to reach than I thought it was. Which is nice. Because I am so tired right now I am more high strung than a cat. My brother walked up behind me yesterday and I almost hit the roof. And I never jump - one cannot jump when they have nothing but brothers. You show no fear around them. You might have just had a heart attack but you keep a dead expression on your face and you don't flinch. (Girls with brothers get this, if you don't have them, you cannot hope to understand the importance of this.)
Anyways, what I mean to say is, I have reached all new heights of insanity and after the 14th I am likely to drop off the internet world and not emerge again until after New Years. (At least, this is what I'd like to do.) I guess I just felt the need to warn everyone. If I start babbling and talking to myself - more than normal - you know why.
But, everything is still working. I will have all of my school done by finales and my book out on the 14th. And there are some things you need to know about the release...
I am holding a giveaway for book two!!!! You can find details HERE!!! I re-uploaded the trailer. I forgot to save it in HD so the one I posted the other day is blurry. If you wish to see a clearer version of it you can find it HERE!!! at the bottom of the page. I was going to add something to this but I can't think of what so you're out of luck I guess.
There was a tie on the pictures, so I eny meny miny moed it. The Buckingham Palace one won. (I guess it is harder to pick where there isn't a choice of someone getting punched or shot at...or whatever the last one was that got voted for and won by a land slide.) SEE?! This is why I leave you all with something dreadful in this book. You like watching my characters suffer, apparently, so you can blame yourselves for my evilness. *Nods and grins.*
That is it though. I spent part of the morning watching Columbo - to recharge my brain - and now I need to do other things. Like read Abolished one final time.
I have some things coming up this next week in honour of the release. Like I did last year, I will be releasing the Prologue, the chapter titles, and maybe even something else. I just have to decide what.
For now though....the picture.
In Buckingham PalaceQuote is from Columbo, said by Patrick Macnee. (If you don't know who he is you don't get cookies for a year.) But, Columbo is taking a cruise and someone is murdered while he's on board. And he is being his sweet, gentleman self, but Patrick Macnee is being his British captain self - which is wonderful Steed side popping up for visits.) (It was from the Troubled Waters episode. My new favourite.)
Allons-y!!
December 4, 2013
"It was the horse...and I'm going to be king."
Wherein Jack almost panics.
I was looking at the calender and realized something kind of horrible - for me. Hopefully not for any of you.
MY BOOK IS OUT IN A WEEK!!!! *Ensue a moment of panic.* Okay, I feel better.
Being an author, I am supposed to be on top of all this and not be caught off guard. I was going to have release parties all set up by this time, like I did with Haphazard. But somewhere between Thanksgiving and me thinking I was caught up on everything I blinked. So, there went all of my brilliant plans. Now....well, keep reading for the now.
I am still going to do my annual - is annual the right word? - book giveaway! And I think I've come up with a fun idea for it this time!
To enter for a chance to win Abolished Impracticality, coming December 14th, write a post on what you would invent if you lived in a Steampunk world. For fun, you can also explain how it would work and who would use it. (Solders, Air Pirates, Sailors...) When you have the post written, leave the link on my blog and I will enter you in a drawing. I will announce the winner on the 14th. (NOTE! If you do not have a blog, as I know some of my readers do not, you can write your post below in the comment box or send it in an email and I will enter you.) I hope all of you join in! I'd love to see what you all come up with!
And, before I go. I was able to put together the trailer I have been tossing around the idea of making. I am not sure how I feel about it, but it felt weird releasing my book without a trailer. So here it is. This summer I am going to try and make an official one, but this till have to do for now. (Unless some of you can come up with something better. Maybe I should hold a trailer contest or something, what do you all think? Sound kind of fun?) My beta readers will get the snow. And those who don't get the snow, FEAR THE SNOW!!! (Sorry. my evil overlord kicked in.)
There, what do you think? Does it make you want to read it? (And yes, there is another sneak picture in there for all of you. And yes, it is of someone sleeping. My artists and I seem to have this thing with characters sleeping. They're just so cute when they sleep.) And no, I am not going to tell you who is sleeping. You have to guess.
That is all. I have to go and finish formatting and continue with my panic attack.
Quote is from the 50th, which I still have to review. After the Doctor proposes to Elizabeth the First and, naturally, it back fires.
Allons-y!!!
I was looking at the calender and realized something kind of horrible - for me. Hopefully not for any of you.
MY BOOK IS OUT IN A WEEK!!!! *Ensue a moment of panic.* Okay, I feel better.
Being an author, I am supposed to be on top of all this and not be caught off guard. I was going to have release parties all set up by this time, like I did with Haphazard. But somewhere between Thanksgiving and me thinking I was caught up on everything I blinked. So, there went all of my brilliant plans. Now....well, keep reading for the now.
I am still going to do my annual - is annual the right word? - book giveaway! And I think I've come up with a fun idea for it this time!
To enter for a chance to win Abolished Impracticality, coming December 14th, write a post on what you would invent if you lived in a Steampunk world. For fun, you can also explain how it would work and who would use it. (Solders, Air Pirates, Sailors...) When you have the post written, leave the link on my blog and I will enter you in a drawing. I will announce the winner on the 14th. (NOTE! If you do not have a blog, as I know some of my readers do not, you can write your post below in the comment box or send it in an email and I will enter you.) I hope all of you join in! I'd love to see what you all come up with!
And, before I go. I was able to put together the trailer I have been tossing around the idea of making. I am not sure how I feel about it, but it felt weird releasing my book without a trailer. So here it is. This summer I am going to try and make an official one, but this till have to do for now. (Unless some of you can come up with something better. Maybe I should hold a trailer contest or something, what do you all think? Sound kind of fun?) My beta readers will get the snow. And those who don't get the snow, FEAR THE SNOW!!! (Sorry. my evil overlord kicked in.)
There, what do you think? Does it make you want to read it? (And yes, there is another sneak picture in there for all of you. And yes, it is of someone sleeping. My artists and I seem to have this thing with characters sleeping. They're just so cute when they sleep.) And no, I am not going to tell you who is sleeping. You have to guess.
That is all. I have to go and finish formatting and continue with my panic attack.
Quote is from the 50th, which I still have to review. After the Doctor proposes to Elizabeth the First and, naturally, it back fires.
Allons-y!!!
December 3, 2013
"I'll be doing whatever snow does in summer!" "I'm going to tell him."
Wherein Jack thinks of hot coco, fuzzy slippers, and ice castles.
And wherein she reviews a movie
It is close to my bed time....well, how about the time I curl up in bed and watch TV? Right now I am in the middle of three different projects, one of which is a paper for school due in two days. (For the record, I am not that much of a procrastinator. I had it done last week but accidentally deleted it.) Another is a book trailer for Abolished. Not one of the fancy, brilliant ones like last time - yes, I said brilliant. Because I had brilliant actors. Instead, it is one like I did for the Loyalty book. Just for fun till I can get the official one done.
Right now, since I have survived my first NaNo while doing school, and editing, I am taking a bit of a break until after the New Years. I am trying to get my History read, and a book report done, and then try and figure out how I am going to handle finials. My dad informed me today what they are and they sound daunting. Currently I'm torn between getting in some massive study and running away and moving to Peru. "Peru?" "Relaxed guardianship laws." "Relaxed guardianship laws?" "Did I say that out loud? Darn nero toxins!"
Enough of that though. I will go into more detail about the future of my writing later on. Right now, just know, that it is going to involve some editing, publishing, and The Broken Blade.
I am actually posting this because I have a movie review to share!
The other day I got to go and see Frozen, Disney's newest princess movie - after the success of Tangled.
I don't really know what I was expecting out of this movie. I don't know the original fairy tale it was got from and had never before heard anything about it. But the trailers looked fun so by the time we went I was excited.
Unlike a lot of Disney movies, this one was a family story - a sister one.It is about two princesses, Elisa and Anna. (I think the story is placed in...like...Russia, but I don't know for sure. I couldn't place the accents, which means if it is Russia Tony is going to throw his boot at me. If it is Germany than Isidore won't speak to me, but that is nothing new. I think it is one of the two though. Anyone who knows for sure, please do tell.) Elisa has the magical power to make snow, which Anna loves. (The story starts with them as little girls.) However, one night, Elisa accidentally harms Anna. Some trolls save her life, and erase her memory of Elisa's power. Elisa and her parents lock her away so no one will ever discover her secret and she won't harm anyone else. But it always gets worse and more powerful and Elisa refuses to play with Anna anymore. When they get older, their parents die, which leaves Elisa as heir to the throne. When she is crowned, her power is discovered and she flees. Anna, who blames herself, goes after her sister with the help of a gruff, but kind, man who sells ice (and his pet raindeer. Yes, raindeer. And somehow, he makes it manly to have a pet raindeer.)
The story was sweet. It was nice to watch one centered more on family who loved each other and wanted to keep each other safe. There was romance in it, of course, but it was sweet and fun and I rather enjoyed it.
Anna was a lot of fun, I really liked her. I'm not sure if she passed Rapunzel as my favourite Disney princess, but if not she is tied.
The snowman - those who've seen the trailer know who I am talking about - was hilarious. I loved him. If you have doubts about the movie, go and see it for him.
The animation was so pretty! I loved the ice castle especially. I want one, even though my constant drinking of tea might present some problems.
The only thing I found weird about the movie, at first, was that it felt more like a musical. Like an actual one, even more than any of the other movies. The music I wasn't expecting. But once I got used to it I really came to like it. It gave a different feel to the movie and it made me want to see it again now that I know what to expect. (I'm actually thinking of just buying it.)
Oh, and the ending was unexpected, which I loved. I like endings that take me off guard. So, go and see it! And take me!
I was going to say something else, but it ran away to Peru.
So good bye.
Quote is from Frozen, when the snowman is singing about summer and what he will do when summer comes, and the hero of the story wants to tell him what he will really be doing.
Allons-y!
And wherein she reviews a movie
It is close to my bed time....well, how about the time I curl up in bed and watch TV? Right now I am in the middle of three different projects, one of which is a paper for school due in two days. (For the record, I am not that much of a procrastinator. I had it done last week but accidentally deleted it.) Another is a book trailer for Abolished. Not one of the fancy, brilliant ones like last time - yes, I said brilliant. Because I had brilliant actors. Instead, it is one like I did for the Loyalty book. Just for fun till I can get the official one done.
Right now, since I have survived my first NaNo while doing school, and editing, I am taking a bit of a break until after the New Years. I am trying to get my History read, and a book report done, and then try and figure out how I am going to handle finials. My dad informed me today what they are and they sound daunting. Currently I'm torn between getting in some massive study and running away and moving to Peru. "Peru?" "Relaxed guardianship laws." "Relaxed guardianship laws?" "Did I say that out loud? Darn nero toxins!"
Enough of that though. I will go into more detail about the future of my writing later on. Right now, just know, that it is going to involve some editing, publishing, and The Broken Blade.
I am actually posting this because I have a movie review to share!
The other day I got to go and see Frozen, Disney's newest princess movie - after the success of Tangled.
I don't really know what I was expecting out of this movie. I don't know the original fairy tale it was got from and had never before heard anything about it. But the trailers looked fun so by the time we went I was excited.
Unlike a lot of Disney movies, this one was a family story - a sister one.It is about two princesses, Elisa and Anna. (I think the story is placed in...like...Russia, but I don't know for sure. I couldn't place the accents, which means if it is Russia Tony is going to throw his boot at me. If it is Germany than Isidore won't speak to me, but that is nothing new. I think it is one of the two though. Anyone who knows for sure, please do tell.) Elisa has the magical power to make snow, which Anna loves. (The story starts with them as little girls.) However, one night, Elisa accidentally harms Anna. Some trolls save her life, and erase her memory of Elisa's power. Elisa and her parents lock her away so no one will ever discover her secret and she won't harm anyone else. But it always gets worse and more powerful and Elisa refuses to play with Anna anymore. When they get older, their parents die, which leaves Elisa as heir to the throne. When she is crowned, her power is discovered and she flees. Anna, who blames herself, goes after her sister with the help of a gruff, but kind, man who sells ice (and his pet raindeer. Yes, raindeer. And somehow, he makes it manly to have a pet raindeer.)
The story was sweet. It was nice to watch one centered more on family who loved each other and wanted to keep each other safe. There was romance in it, of course, but it was sweet and fun and I rather enjoyed it.
Anna was a lot of fun, I really liked her. I'm not sure if she passed Rapunzel as my favourite Disney princess, but if not she is tied.
The snowman - those who've seen the trailer know who I am talking about - was hilarious. I loved him. If you have doubts about the movie, go and see it for him.
The animation was so pretty! I loved the ice castle especially. I want one, even though my constant drinking of tea might present some problems.
The only thing I found weird about the movie, at first, was that it felt more like a musical. Like an actual one, even more than any of the other movies. The music I wasn't expecting. But once I got used to it I really came to like it. It gave a different feel to the movie and it made me want to see it again now that I know what to expect. (I'm actually thinking of just buying it.)
Oh, and the ending was unexpected, which I loved. I like endings that take me off guard. So, go and see it! And take me!
I was going to say something else, but it ran away to Peru.
So good bye.
Quote is from Frozen, when the snowman is singing about summer and what he will do when summer comes, and the hero of the story wants to tell him what he will really be doing.
Allons-y!
December 1, 2013
"Who did it?" "Don't know...that's what we call a mystery." "Oh, that's what that is."
This is so late I feel very ashamed. Since finishing NaNo I've been doing a lot of sleeping and was enjoying Thanksgiving. Now I am back though and hopefully will have things running here normally again. For now I am sorry it has taken me so long to release this picture. And I will do a proper post sometime this week hopefully.
For now....enjoy!!
Quote is from Grimm. When Wu - the Asian who has this weird sense of humor - is asking Nick and Hank questions and neither feel like answering.
Allons-y!
For now....enjoy!!
Quote is from Grimm. When Wu - the Asian who has this weird sense of humor - is asking Nick and Hank questions and neither feel like answering.
Allons-y!
November 25, 2013
"Oh the round things." "I like the round things." "What are the round things?" "I have no idea."
Wherein Jack talks about nothing of great importance
I thought I had 38 chapters in Abolished, but I only had 36, which means I got done editing a whole day early! Right now all I have left to do is add in some of the pictures, send in for my copy to check on formatting, then add the rest of the pictures and hit the publish button. Simple...right? *Insane laughter in the background*
Whoever decided to do NaNo AND the most important part of editing in the same month really needs to be hit over the head with a frying pan...oh wait...
My boss called in and said I didn't have to come to work today if I didn't want. I almost cheered but I don't think that is a good employee reaction. (Note, I LOVE my job, but I was having one of those lazy, didn't want to do anything days, perfect day for getting called off.)
I gave up on NaNo. JUST KIDDING! Actually, I'm not sure what kind of response I was expecting from that. What I really did though was give up on The Shepherd Knight. I know, all that planning and outlining I had done. But something is wrong with the story and I was slaughtering it without mercy. I was to the point where I was writing, "And he smiled and thought about his past for the hundredth time in this chapter because his author is in dire need of her word count for today and she has no clue what should be happening. And oh! He saw this adorable rabbit and he had to take a 1000 words to contemplate how much he would miss sitting out in the sun and watching adorable rabbits." It was torture, for me, the plot, and the characters. Hopefully I can someday find out what is so wrong with this book and fix it. Till then, however, I went back to The Broken Blade. It was like someone had pulled a knife out of my ribs and I was able to breathe again.
John and I watched the 50th Doctor Who last night. I squeezed the life out of my blanket. I plan to review it once I get my thoughts wrapped around it.
I'm also going to review an episode of Agents of SHIELD. Because I loved it to itty bitty piece and it gave me warm and fuzzy feelings. I don't know WHEN I will review it because my life is going to be insane until NaNo is over. But, I am going to review it. So there.
Have I mentioned I don't like adding pictures into documents. It is fun when they are in and all nice looking and arranged. But getting them in and positioned is slow and painful work and I end up banging my head on things while I do it. Which is why I am posting and not working on it.
Lastly, I am changing my signature. I have two to pick from so I'm making all of you help me pick - for two reasons. I'm your evil overlord and I can do things like this and order you around as much as I like. And two, I am being lazy and don't feel like picking on my own. So, which do you all like the best?
Good bye now.
Quote is from the 50th, because I had to. No spoilers though, so those who haven't seen it are safe.
ALLONS-Y!!!! (*Sin a very 10 accent.*)
I thought I had 38 chapters in Abolished, but I only had 36, which means I got done editing a whole day early! Right now all I have left to do is add in some of the pictures, send in for my copy to check on formatting, then add the rest of the pictures and hit the publish button. Simple...right? *Insane laughter in the background*
Whoever decided to do NaNo AND the most important part of editing in the same month really needs to be hit over the head with a frying pan...oh wait...
My boss called in and said I didn't have to come to work today if I didn't want. I almost cheered but I don't think that is a good employee reaction. (Note, I LOVE my job, but I was having one of those lazy, didn't want to do anything days, perfect day for getting called off.)
I gave up on NaNo. JUST KIDDING! Actually, I'm not sure what kind of response I was expecting from that. What I really did though was give up on The Shepherd Knight. I know, all that planning and outlining I had done. But something is wrong with the story and I was slaughtering it without mercy. I was to the point where I was writing, "And he smiled and thought about his past for the hundredth time in this chapter because his author is in dire need of her word count for today and she has no clue what should be happening. And oh! He saw this adorable rabbit and he had to take a 1000 words to contemplate how much he would miss sitting out in the sun and watching adorable rabbits." It was torture, for me, the plot, and the characters. Hopefully I can someday find out what is so wrong with this book and fix it. Till then, however, I went back to The Broken Blade. It was like someone had pulled a knife out of my ribs and I was able to breathe again.
John and I watched the 50th Doctor Who last night. I squeezed the life out of my blanket. I plan to review it once I get my thoughts wrapped around it.
I'm also going to review an episode of Agents of SHIELD. Because I loved it to itty bitty piece and it gave me warm and fuzzy feelings. I don't know WHEN I will review it because my life is going to be insane until NaNo is over. But, I am going to review it. So there.
Have I mentioned I don't like adding pictures into documents. It is fun when they are in and all nice looking and arranged. But getting them in and positioned is slow and painful work and I end up banging my head on things while I do it. Which is why I am posting and not working on it.
Lastly, I am changing my signature. I have two to pick from so I'm making all of you help me pick - for two reasons. I'm your evil overlord and I can do things like this and order you around as much as I like. And two, I am being lazy and don't feel like picking on my own. So, which do you all like the best?
Good bye now.
Quote is from the 50th, because I had to. No spoilers though, so those who haven't seen it are safe.
ALLONS-Y!!!! (*Sin a very 10 accent.*)
November 21, 2013
"I'm Captain Jack Harkness-" "Stop it!"
Wherein Jack comes back.
I am Jack Lewis Baillot, and I've come BACK! Yes, I got that, welcome back....
If I was a soldier I would be shot. But I'm not. I'm an author, so I'm allowed to go AWOL. Besides, I'm an author who is editing and doing NaNo, so I have a good excuse. Also, it worked. I got caught up on both and now, if I can keep on track, I will finish everything on time. (I didn't comment or read blogs though, so I failed there. But I did get to emails. So I win there.)
Anyways, okay, enough of that. How is NaNo going for everyone else? On track? Behind? To the same point I am where you feel like writing, "And they walked, and they walk, and they walked, and they walked." Speaking of which, has any of you seen Month of a Novel? If not, and if you need a NaNoing break you should check it out. It is so very accurate to how NaNo goes it is funny. Here is the link. https://www.youtube.com/user/MonthOfTheNovel Watch them all and pretend it counts as NaNoing work.
I have to keep this short. I have a chapter in a school book to read and I want to see if I can squeeze in a Grimm episode. (HAHA). And sleep.
But, this is Friday!!! So, you know what that means, right? Four weeks till Abolished comes out!!! (Or is it three? Go count for yourself. I'm too worn out.) But it means for sure you get to see a picture! (These will be appearing in the book. If you want to meet the artist or read her wonderful blog you can find it HERE!!!!)
And without further rambling.....
Consoling a Friend TADA! What do you think?
And, I meant to say something else but I don't remember what it is. Oh yeah. I am going to attempt to get back to my normal blogging this week, but don't hold me to it. Right now I'm trying to make it to the holidays so I can do that funny thing normal people call sleep.
Now I am going.
Quote is from Doctor Who...because THIS SATURDAY!!!!!
Allons-y!
I am Jack Lewis Baillot, and I've come BACK! Yes, I got that, welcome back....
If I was a soldier I would be shot. But I'm not. I'm an author, so I'm allowed to go AWOL. Besides, I'm an author who is editing and doing NaNo, so I have a good excuse. Also, it worked. I got caught up on both and now, if I can keep on track, I will finish everything on time. (I didn't comment or read blogs though, so I failed there. But I did get to emails. So I win there.)
Anyways, okay, enough of that. How is NaNo going for everyone else? On track? Behind? To the same point I am where you feel like writing, "And they walked, and they walk, and they walked, and they walked." Speaking of which, has any of you seen Month of a Novel? If not, and if you need a NaNoing break you should check it out. It is so very accurate to how NaNo goes it is funny. Here is the link. https://www.youtube.com/user/MonthOfTheNovel Watch them all and pretend it counts as NaNoing work.
I have to keep this short. I have a chapter in a school book to read and I want to see if I can squeeze in a Grimm episode. (HAHA). And sleep.
But, this is Friday!!! So, you know what that means, right? Four weeks till Abolished comes out!!! (Or is it three? Go count for yourself. I'm too worn out.) But it means for sure you get to see a picture! (These will be appearing in the book. If you want to meet the artist or read her wonderful blog you can find it HERE!!!!)
And without further rambling.....
Consoling a Friend TADA! What do you think?And, I meant to say something else but I don't remember what it is. Oh yeah. I am going to attempt to get back to my normal blogging this week, but don't hold me to it. Right now I'm trying to make it to the holidays so I can do that funny thing normal people call sleep.
Now I am going.
Quote is from Doctor Who...because THIS SATURDAY!!!!!
Allons-y!
November 15, 2013
"Nice to meet you, Rose...Run for your life!"
Oh look, today is Friday.
Oh look, I don't have the little vote-y thing up yet. This, my dear readers, is what happens during NaNo.
I'd think of more to say, but I haven't even started NaNoing today. So, I shall leave you all with some snippets, and the voting options at the end of this post. (This is for which picture, from Abolished Impracticality, you'd like to see first. I will post it next Friday.) I will also be putting up the box on the sidebar, so put your votes there. If they are put in the comments and not there I might loose them and not know which ones were picked.
The following snippets are from my NaNo book, The Shepherd Knight.
Clyde ignored him and dropped a bag to the ground. It clanked and Maddock nudged it with his toe, making it rattle.“Did you rob the castle cutlery?” he exclaimed.
“He has to use a new fork every time he takes a bite?” Maddock asked from his stump.Clyde's forehead creased into a scowl and he plucked one of the forks. “There is a fork for each course. This is a salad fork.” He set it back down and picked up another. “A vegetable fork. Fruit. Fish. Cheese. The main course. And dessert.”Maddock wanted to ask more questions but was too flabbergasted. He wasn't sure what shocked him more. The fact that so much was eaten at one meal or that each plate got its own fork.“And that is just for every day meals,” Clyde went on, “when you are entertaining delegates or nobles there will be even more courses.”If Clyde wanted to ensure Theobald didn't take the crown he was doing a good job of it. If his father hadn't been sitting across from him Theobald probably would have jumped up and ran off to some remote part of Hemlock were no one would ever be able to find him.“It is important you learn this,” Clyde continued. “You have enough going against you as it is. You are going to have to prove to the men of wealth that you are just as kingly as those who have ruled before you, even if you were raised in the Under Forest.”Miserable, Theobald wrapped his feet around the legs of his chair and Maddock had to grind his teeth to keep from saying anything. It wasn't fair, everything Theobald was having to go through, just to take the throne he didn't want and rule over a people who wouldn't want him when they learned he was a half-blood. No one was going to let Theobald claim the crown without a fight, which was why Maddock was tirelessly training beside him. When his friend became king he was determined to stay by his side and fight for him. He'd need someone when all of Hemlock turned against him.“Now, which fork is this?” Clyde didn't seem aware of his son's distress.“Salad?” Theobald attempted.“Dessert.” Clyde set it back down, his tone level and informative. He was already lost in his lesson, unaware of emotions or anything else going on around him. “And this?”“Fish.”“Good. This?”“Cheese?”“Salad. This?”“Main course?”“No, fruit. This is the main course. This one?”“Vegetable.”Clyde smiled and held up a spoon.“None of the above,” Theobald murmured and Maddock saw his chance to lighten the mood.“What does he do if he finds a hair in his soup?”Setting the spoon back down, Clyde slowly turned to look at Maddock. “What?” he asked.“What if he's eating dinner with all those delegates and there's a hair in his soup?”“Are you being serious?” Clyde grumbled.He had meant it as a joke but now that he'd asked it he was curious. “Yes.”Theobald quit bending the tines on one of the forks. “What would I do?” he asked.“I-” Clyde tried but Maddock interrupted because he had what felt like a brilliant idea.“Since he's the king would he get to pull it out and throw it on the floor? Or would he have to order all the cooks beheaded?”Theobald was quick to join in. “Would I ask if anyone else got one?”“Should he hold it up and ask the delegates if it belonged to any of them?”“Call all of the servants in and see who's hair it matched and give it back?”“Jump up yelling and act like he'd been poisoned?”“Ask if someone else would like it?” “He'd have to eat it and pretend it wasn't there!” Clyde cut in before they could go any further. “And hopefully you'd get one too, Maddock and you'd both choke on them and I wouldn't have to put up with you two anymore.” He tried to sound angry but there was an unmistakable twinkle to his eyes and crinkles around his eyes which showed he was trying not to laugh. Theobald was less subtle and grinned.
"Just think. In a few days everyone will be bowing to you and calling you king.""If you can't say anything cheerful then just don't speak."
"Are you actually a thousand-years-old or something?""I'm only nineteen! I've told you, I'm only half-elf!""Yes. He gets all the love of herbs and trees without the long life and good looks."
"Why if it isn't my good friend Maddock.""I despise you."
Quentin smashed the door down with his shoulder and temper.
"I burned a pie?""And?""Maddock beat it to death with a shovel."
"Look at what he's doing, Gwyn! He's kidnapping the prince! You can't trust him!""We're borrowing the prince!"
"We need you to look after him, Adalee.""Why me?""Because we're kidnappers. We don't qualify."
"Hand me my tea and no one gets hurt."
"I'll fight by you till the day I die.""You know that might be sooner than we think."
"Mad sheepie on the loose!"
Maddock had no problem breaking Reid's nose.
And...that is the end of my snippets for this week.I have the box up, but the three pictures you can choose are...One of HoganPeterOrPeter and Kirk.Remember to vote on the box so it doesn't get lost.
Quote is from Doctor Who
Allons-y!
Oh look, I don't have the little vote-y thing up yet. This, my dear readers, is what happens during NaNo.
I'd think of more to say, but I haven't even started NaNoing today. So, I shall leave you all with some snippets, and the voting options at the end of this post. (This is for which picture, from Abolished Impracticality, you'd like to see first. I will post it next Friday.) I will also be putting up the box on the sidebar, so put your votes there. If they are put in the comments and not there I might loose them and not know which ones were picked.
The following snippets are from my NaNo book, The Shepherd Knight.
Clyde ignored him and dropped a bag to the ground. It clanked and Maddock nudged it with his toe, making it rattle.“Did you rob the castle cutlery?” he exclaimed.
“He has to use a new fork every time he takes a bite?” Maddock asked from his stump.Clyde's forehead creased into a scowl and he plucked one of the forks. “There is a fork for each course. This is a salad fork.” He set it back down and picked up another. “A vegetable fork. Fruit. Fish. Cheese. The main course. And dessert.”Maddock wanted to ask more questions but was too flabbergasted. He wasn't sure what shocked him more. The fact that so much was eaten at one meal or that each plate got its own fork.“And that is just for every day meals,” Clyde went on, “when you are entertaining delegates or nobles there will be even more courses.”If Clyde wanted to ensure Theobald didn't take the crown he was doing a good job of it. If his father hadn't been sitting across from him Theobald probably would have jumped up and ran off to some remote part of Hemlock were no one would ever be able to find him.“It is important you learn this,” Clyde continued. “You have enough going against you as it is. You are going to have to prove to the men of wealth that you are just as kingly as those who have ruled before you, even if you were raised in the Under Forest.”Miserable, Theobald wrapped his feet around the legs of his chair and Maddock had to grind his teeth to keep from saying anything. It wasn't fair, everything Theobald was having to go through, just to take the throne he didn't want and rule over a people who wouldn't want him when they learned he was a half-blood. No one was going to let Theobald claim the crown without a fight, which was why Maddock was tirelessly training beside him. When his friend became king he was determined to stay by his side and fight for him. He'd need someone when all of Hemlock turned against him.“Now, which fork is this?” Clyde didn't seem aware of his son's distress.“Salad?” Theobald attempted.“Dessert.” Clyde set it back down, his tone level and informative. He was already lost in his lesson, unaware of emotions or anything else going on around him. “And this?”“Fish.”“Good. This?”“Cheese?”“Salad. This?”“Main course?”“No, fruit. This is the main course. This one?”“Vegetable.”Clyde smiled and held up a spoon.“None of the above,” Theobald murmured and Maddock saw his chance to lighten the mood.“What does he do if he finds a hair in his soup?”Setting the spoon back down, Clyde slowly turned to look at Maddock. “What?” he asked.“What if he's eating dinner with all those delegates and there's a hair in his soup?”“Are you being serious?” Clyde grumbled.He had meant it as a joke but now that he'd asked it he was curious. “Yes.”Theobald quit bending the tines on one of the forks. “What would I do?” he asked.“I-” Clyde tried but Maddock interrupted because he had what felt like a brilliant idea.“Since he's the king would he get to pull it out and throw it on the floor? Or would he have to order all the cooks beheaded?”Theobald was quick to join in. “Would I ask if anyone else got one?”“Should he hold it up and ask the delegates if it belonged to any of them?”“Call all of the servants in and see who's hair it matched and give it back?”“Jump up yelling and act like he'd been poisoned?”“Ask if someone else would like it?” “He'd have to eat it and pretend it wasn't there!” Clyde cut in before they could go any further. “And hopefully you'd get one too, Maddock and you'd both choke on them and I wouldn't have to put up with you two anymore.” He tried to sound angry but there was an unmistakable twinkle to his eyes and crinkles around his eyes which showed he was trying not to laugh. Theobald was less subtle and grinned.
"Just think. In a few days everyone will be bowing to you and calling you king.""If you can't say anything cheerful then just don't speak."
"Are you actually a thousand-years-old or something?""I'm only nineteen! I've told you, I'm only half-elf!""Yes. He gets all the love of herbs and trees without the long life and good looks."
"Why if it isn't my good friend Maddock.""I despise you."
Quentin smashed the door down with his shoulder and temper.
"I burned a pie?""And?""Maddock beat it to death with a shovel."
"Look at what he's doing, Gwyn! He's kidnapping the prince! You can't trust him!""We're borrowing the prince!"
"We need you to look after him, Adalee.""Why me?""Because we're kidnappers. We don't qualify."
"Hand me my tea and no one gets hurt."
"I'll fight by you till the day I die.""You know that might be sooner than we think."
"Mad sheepie on the loose!"
Maddock had no problem breaking Reid's nose.
And...that is the end of my snippets for this week.I have the box up, but the three pictures you can choose are...One of HoganPeterOrPeter and Kirk.Remember to vote on the box so it doesn't get lost.
Quote is from Doctor Who
Allons-y!
