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What is Needed – Part 2

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Author’s Note: This is Part 2 of the prequel blog serial entitled “What is Needed”. This series is a companion to The Bow of Destiny (Part 1 of The Bow of Hart Saga) as expanded writing samples for the concluded Indiegogo campaign for the novel. The events of the blog series pre-date those of The Bow of Destiny by several hundred years but include several long-lived characters who appear in the forthcoming novel. This material is copyrighted and not intended for reproduction except at the author’s consent. Note: I’m releasing this part in sections so there will be more to read on Sunday.

 

What is Needed (Part 2)

by P. H. Solomon

 

Hands grasped Hastra. She screamed. It’s killing me! Her heart thudded in her ears. I’m dying. She stared into the blackness.

“Hastra!”

“Get it off me!”

Zelma’s face, ringed with light, replaced the darkness. “Sister, what’s wrong. You’ve fallen.” Tears brimmed in Zelma’s green eyes.

“It was here, a hobgoblin. It attacked me.” Broken crockery and ruined food lay strewn on the rough stone. Hastra groaned, lay back on the cold floor and grabbed her head. “Another vision?” Tears streamed on her cheeks. Breathe. Her chest heaved.

“What’s wrong?” Someone called. “Do you need help?”

Zelma helped Hastra sit up. “My sister is injured and fell.”

Someone stepped closer. “What do you need?”

“Howart? That’s Howart.” Hastra twisted and placed her back against the stone wall. The gaunt Withling stood in the pool of light at the corner.

Zelma coaxed Hastra to her feet. “Send a student to clean the mess and have another bring more food to our room. It’s second level, seventh door on the right. Hastra’s weak from her travels.”

“Can you get her to your room?”

Zelma nodded and displayed a weak smile. “What is needed is given.”

Hastra trained her voice to a low tone. “Good, I’m not ready to share visions yet.” There was no impression for action or meaning—yet. She winced when she put weight on her leg.

Howart frowned, nodded and left.

Hastra leaned on her sister as they hobbled away. They arrived at the stair and struggled at each step until they gained the next floor. Hastra hoped there was a prayer for her hip or she expectd being gimpy for a while. She sucked air through clenched teeth as her boot soles scraped on wooden stair.

“You’ve had visions?” Zelma huffed and grunted as Hastra pushed against her.

“Yes, the first knocked me off my horse and that’s how I got hurt. Thank Eloch, Kregen helped me.”

“Tell me what you’ve seen.”

Hastra shook her head. “Not here, not yet.”

They shambled to their door and Hastra hopped to her bed while Zelma closed the door.  The young woman rounded on Hastra with arms crossed and brow creased. “Tell me why this vision’s so secret in Withling’s Watch.”

Hastra rubbed her leg and related the exact details. “Darkness howled from the gate with a gust of wind and punched me from the saddle. There was fire-“

Zelma whirled at a feeble knock and snatched the door open. “Good, this is good. Is the floor cleaned?” The young Withling closed the door as the student mumbled an answer.

She handed the plate to Hastra who nibbled and waited as the student’s footsteps faded. She related the condition of the gates, the screams and everything else between mouthfuls of warm food. Zelma stood with her head cocked and the furrow between her eyebrows unwavering. She had Zelma’s attention now. Hastra paused, bit into her bread and chewed.

“And in the passage?” Zelma motioned in the direction of the stairwell.

“A second vision.” Hastra nodded with vigor. “Yes, on the heels of the first. A hobgoblin stepped out of a door and attacked me as darkness descended again.”

Zelma sat on her bed and leaned forward with her elbows braced on her knees. “That’s rather emphatic, two in one night.”

“But there’s more.”

“Ah, good you haven’t told me your impressions or inclinations. These are pivotal to interpretation.”

Hastra frowned and set her plate aside. “That’s just it. I have none.”

Zelma leaned further forward. “Nothing at all? There must be something.”

Hastra brushed crumbs from her skirt. “It’s like an empty well. It should have water but the bucket brings nothing up.”

“You need to write it in the Book of Prophecies. Someone else will know what it is for, what the interpretation is.”

An edge crept into Hastra’s tone. “Didn’t you hear me? I have nothing from Eloch instructing me what to do, not even that.”

“Then maybe it’s not real. If I didn’t know better I’d say you were…” Zelma fell silent and lowered her head.

“What, crazy?”

Zelma displayed a weak smile. “Perhaps over-worked. You said yourself you pushed to return before the winter snows.”

“I’ve only been allowed to tell you this. There is warning and likely danger but it is not to be spread, at least not yet.”

Zelma stood and opened the door.

“Where are you going? Give me something more since I’ve been allowed to share this with you.”

“I have. Enter your visions in the book or go to sleep and forget them. Either way I’m due to say prayers.”

The first snow of winter blew drifts in the courtyard for three days and Hastra’s leg ached worse each day. She left her haggard reflection in the mirror and shuffled with Zelma to prayer on the morning after the snow ended.She refrained cursing the stairs on the arduous descent to the main floor. Stray words meant to her and all Withlings.

Other Withlings milled outside the chapel. Someone in the crowd laid a hand on Hastra’s arm. She paused at an old man in a felt hat. Hastra bobbed her head for a better view of the stranger’s face but got none in the morning shadows.

Zelma kept walking. She waved at one of her friend’s and turned to Hastra. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

Hastra nodded with a grimace as she rounded on the other Withling. “Good morning, I don’t think I know you.” Hastra avoided putting weight on her injured leg.

“We’ve met.” The old man waved his hand.

Hastra glimpsed a twinkle in his eye just under the brim. “I just don’t remember—perhaps it’s the hat?”

“You need that hip healed. May I?” Without waiting her consent, he reached around her and touched her lower back and spoke words Hastra didn’t quite understand.

The pain dispelled in a moment.

Hastra sighed. “That’s a relief. Thank you.”

The old Withling nodded with a wisp of a smile.

Hastra didn’t find Zelma close. Where’s Zelma? There’s a message in that injury and the timing. She wheeled back to ask her healer’s name again. And he’s gone. Hastra brushed past the three smiling sisters from Grendon. What are their names? Zelma’s hair blazed in the crowd where it thrust from beneath her head scarf.

“There you are, sister. I’ve gotten a healing this morning.” Hastra flexed her painless leg.

“Who?” Zelma’s head swayed as she searched the crowd.

“I didn’t recognize him but he’s wearing an old, wide-brimmed hat.” Hastra sat on a wooden bench beside Zelma.

“In here?”

“Oh, he’s probably left it outside.” Someone cleared their voice as the morning cantor started prayers.

Halfway through the intonation Hastra’s head rose before she remembered herself and bowed again. She’d serve in the Hall of Silence until she had more direction. Her smile grew throughout the end of the prayer as the dour mood of several, painful days crumbled from her face like melting ice.

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Support Nonlocal Science Fiction–A New Kind of Sci-Fi magazine that’s Out of this World!

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Here’s an interesting new idea for short fiction publication. Re-blogging on Archer’s Aim

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Attention science fiction fans, Nonlocal Science Fiction is approaching critical mass and your support is needed to help it take off!

What  is Nonlocal Science Fiction?

It’s a quarterly digital magazine published by 33rd Street Digital Press (a new independent publishing company) featuring short stories and serials from emerging science fiction authors from around the world–this world;) The first issue launches on March 14th!

What makes it so unique?

Nonlocal partners with its authors directly and offers them a share of the profits from the sale of the magazine rather than a per-word rate. Also, authors are involved in the marketing campaign which helps independent authors increase sales.

Who will appear in Issue #1?

Issue #1 promises awesome talent with stories by:

Valery Amborski (“Us and Everybody Else”)
Robert Paul Blumenstein (“Delivery to Venus”)
Dan Colton (A Thin Atmosphere, Chapter 1)
Daniel J. Dombrowski (“Mazep-fal”)
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What is Needed – Part 1

Photo used in The Bow of Destiny book trailer

Author’s Note: This is Part 1 of the prequel blog serial entitled “What is Needed”. This series is a companion to The Bow of Destiny (Part 1 of The Bow of Hart Saga) as expanded writing samples for the current Indiegogo campaign for the novel. The events of the blog series pre-date those of The Bow of Destiny by several hundred years but include several long-lived characters who appear in the forthcoming novel. This material is copyrighted and not intended for reproduction except at the author’s consent.

 

What is Needed (Part 1)

by P. H. Solomon

 

Withling’s Watch squatted in shadow as the dregs of sunlight dwindled behind the Gray Spires. Hastra’s head bobbed with the motion of her mare’s hoof-dragging gait. It’s good to come home. She yawned. She longed to see Zelma. Hastra’s stomach rumbled. But first some food.

The expansive stone building loomed out of the dusk as the horse climbed the cobblestoned incline to the walled keep. Lights flickered in windows and smoke puffed from chimneys.

Cold wind gusted from the eastern flanks of the Gray Spires and flung Hastra’s fur-lined cloak in wild contortions. She tugged the garment under control, held it one-handed against another blast and gripped the reins in her other hand. She chuckled between her chattering teeth. That woke her. They were a house of mystics and miracles but even they suffered from cold and hunger. The Withling’s stomach growled again.

Horseshoes rang on the road as she approached the gates. Lamps in the gatehouse cast a pool of light in the gloom. Hastra pulled her cloak tighter and lifted her head. Snow threatened all day and night arrived fast below those peaks.

Her gaze followed stray snowflakes onto her horse’s head. She gasped at the gatehouse. The lights were out and the keep was dark. Her eyes narrowed. The wrought-iron gates stood ajar and listed like a ship in a gale. She pulled reins and the mare halted with a snort.

The wind howled and exploded past the squealing gateway. Shadow slammed into Hastra and she tumbled off the mare. Screams of terror and snarls of violence echoed from the courtyard. Fire belched from the darkness and roared past her. The mingled voices fell silent while gusts moaned like ghosts around the desolate square.

Boots clattered on the stone pavement.

Hastra recoiled as a figure distilled from the gloom. Her hand fumbled for her belt-knife. “Who’s there?” The Withling blinked and the spectral gloom faded.

“Hastra? It’s me, Kregen.” The Rokan Withling trotted to Hastra’s aide with light streaming behind him. He extended his arms. “You fell off your horse. Are you ill or just tired? Are you injured?”

Hastra stammered for words. He looked like a vulture stooping over a corpse with that bald head and hooked nose. “I’ve had a…” She stifled her tongue in sudden wariness. Best not speak of a vision too soon. “I must’ve nodded off a moment. I’ve pushed hard to return before the snow.”

“Can you stand? Here, let me help you.” Kregen clasped hands with Hastra as she climbed to her feet.

“Just bruised, I think.” She rubbed her hip.

Kregen released Hastra. “You’re young, that’ll heal soon enough unless Eloch instructs someone to heal you.”

“Yes, perhaps.” Hastra cocked her head and arched an eyebrow at her surroundings. Light glimmered from the gatehouse and the gates stood open and whole. Lanterns gleamed in the courtyard while lamps or candles glistened from the keep’s windows. She turned and found nothing behind her except the mare and the gathering night. That was a vision but of what?

Kregen gathered the mare’s reins. “Come warm up in the gatehouse. I’ll have your horse taken to the stable.”

Hastra limped beside the Rokan who held her arm and led her mare. That vision came with neither instruction nor other impressions. She grimaced at her hip and stepped into the gatehouse as snow fluttered thicker on the night wind.

“Noe, please see that mare over to the stable. It should be curried and fed.” Kregen motioned to the door and the young student scurried out the door on the assigned errand. “Is anything wrong, Hastra?”

Hastra stood at the door. The gates leaned on the hinges in that vision. She rubbed her chin.

Kregen touched her shoulder. “Hastra?”

“Hmm? Oh, I’m fine. Just a bump.” Hastra released her frown and smiled. Those gates, the dilapidated keep in darkness. It was abandoned after the screams and fire. She shivered but not from the night chill. “I’ll go up to dinner. Can the boy bring my baggage?”

“As you wish, there should be food on the table even now. I’ll send him around later with your bag.”

Hastra nodded and hobbled into the courtyard as her brows furrowed. She’s speak with Zelma, maybe pray and write it in the book for others to inspect. She winced as she climbed the steps to the door. Hastra turned at the top and found the courtyard dappled in light and dark. Kregen’s head drew back into the gatehouse. He was watching me. By those narrowed eyes he guessed more happened than she had let on. Hastra frowned again and entered the main door of the stone keep. Wind snuffed lit candles by the door.

“Who’s that?” The doorkeeper stepped out of the shadows and held a covered lamp aloft. “Hastra! Welcome back to Withling’s Watch. I’m sorry to discomfort you with candles at the door but I’m still lighting lamps.”

“No bother, I just fell outside is all, Zeld.”

The familial hooked nose of Kregen’s brother cast an odd shadow on his face as he lit a lamp by the door.

Hastra tugged her gloves off her hands and held them folded in one hand.

“Do you need help? You look pained by the fall.”

“No, I just want food.” Hastra removed her cloak and draped it over her forearm.

Zeld motioned across the cavernous entry-hall. “Well there are plenty of our fellow Withlings still sitting at the table. I should like to hear of your journey when you have the time.”

Hastra flashed a brief smile and nodded. “We can speak on the morrow. Good night.” Zeld bowed as she limped away across the marble floor. The vaulted ceiling left the place too cold. It was too proud for their humble order. She grunted at her halting stride. All safe until the end of the journey.

Candle flames fluttered as she entered the passage leading to the dining hall. Muffled murmurs transformed to tangled conversations as Hastra entered the dining hall.

She stood in the doorway as the wave of voices washed away her silent journey. The Withling shuffled among her fellow mystics. Scents of roasted meats and spiced vegetables tickled her nose and her stomach grumbled. If only she could find Zelma. She should hear of this vision. There’s frizzy, red hair down that row of tables. Hastra waved. “Zelma!”

The din of the clattering crockery and chattering mystics drowned Hastra’s call. She hobbled along the aisle and met a familiar face. “Howart, greetings!”

“Hastra? Have you returned on the wings of a night-bird?” The Grendonese switched the pitcher he carried to his left hand and offered his right in greeting. “What is needed…”

“Is given. Yes, but my owl walked the whole way.” Hastra rubbed her sore haunch as Howart laughed. This bruise was given for a reason so don’t linger. “I must speak to Zelma if you will excuse me.”

The gaunt Withling nodded as she stepped away among the trestle-tables.

Hastra picked Zelma’s voice from the mingled voices. “Zelma!” Hastra waved her gloves over her head as she approached.

The freckled face with receding chin and prominent nose turned toward Hastra. A moment of arched eyebrows and thin lips parted changed into wide eyes and grinning.

“Hastra!” The young woman scrambled over the bench and jostled her companions with apologies. “Sister, you’ve come with the night.” Zelma hugged Hastra, drew back and touched her cheeks. “You’re half-frozen. Come warm yourself and I’ll fetch you a plate of food.”

“But I need to speak with you.”

“You can tell me all about the negotiations after you’re warm and full.”

Zelma found space for the two of them on the bench and hurried a plate to Hastra piled with steaming food and warm bread. The others eating around them welcomed Hastra.

“Has the snow started?” Sila, the Shildran, handed Hastra a cup of water.

“Flakes fell as I entered the gate.” Hastra drank. She was thirstier than she knew. She smacked her lips as the dryness washed away.

“Is Last Landing at peace now?”

“Oh, you know it is. Hastra sent word with the bird weeks ago.” Zelma shouldered her way onto the bench next to Hastra with a grin and an expectant glance at her sister’s food.

“What is needed is given.” The others around them mumbled the saying with Hastra.

Her voice sounded smoother after the water. She shifted near her younger sister and lowered her voice. “I really need to speak with you, Zelma.”

“Eat first.” Zelma offered Hastra bread.

“I can take the plate with me but I must tell you fresh news.”

Zelma’s pale green eyes shifted between the food and Hastra’s furrowed brow. The young woman’s head tilted and her smile faded. “As new as when?”

Hastra leaned close again. “Now, at the gate.”

“Well, fine. We can go to our room I suppose.”

The sisters rose and excused themselves from those sitting near them. Hastra took her plate and followed Zelma among the tables with a wince. The hip’s so tight in those few moments. She needed someone’s prayers if offered. They exited into a narrow side-hall where fewer lamps shined against the darkness.

Zelma turned back and gasped. “You’re limping!”

“Now you notice.”

The younger woman’s gaze lowered to the floor. “Don’t scold me, you’ve just returned.”

“You’re right, dear, of course. I’m tired, hurting and hungry.” She patted her sister’s clasped hands.

“You could have eaten in the hall. What’s so urgent?”

They resumed walking and turned down another passage with fewer lights than the last. Zelma’s mass of wild hair flamed red even in the gloom.

“I fell off my horse when…”

The candles faded. A snake-faced hobgoblin stepped out of a darkened door by Hastra.

The troll drew a curved sword.

She uttered a wordless shout and dropped her plate. Hastra thrust her hands at the creature. She stumbled on her sore leg as shadow descended.

The hobgoblin’s dark eyes glittered malevolence. A merciless grin spread wide and revealed discolored fangs.

“No.” Hastra’s senses failed as the sword whistled at her. Darkness snuffed her awareness.

End of Part 1 (Part 2 will be re-posted next week)

Related posts: Part 2, Part 2 Conclusion, Part 3

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Under Construction – Templates and Scrivener

Like any construction project, your writing is only as good as the foundation. With Scrivener templates can play an important role in creating your next writing project and the ease with which you progress. Templates can be like blueprints for your projects so let’s take a look at them today.

I’ve recently written about uses for Scrivener such as blogging and various email message templates. I received a comment from my most recent post sharing Scrivener templates for blogs, one from AllIndieWriters.com and the other posted at ThaddeusHunt.com. This is excellent information for those interested in blogging with Scrivener.

Templates are easy to make with Scrivener and they provide you a way to design basic projects of various kinds.

But how do you make a template should you want to create one yourself? It’s rather a simple matter. I’ll describe it and provide some links with screenshots.

When you have created a project with all the configuration you want for a basic project click on File => Save As Template. Name it and choose the location to where you want to save it. Now you have your template. Click here for a post with screenshots.

When you want to use the template you must import it. Here’s how:

When you start to create a project by clicking File => New Project the New Project window opens.

In the lower left click options to expand a menu and click Import Template.

Navigate to the template to choose it and you are ready to import your template.

Here’s the link for screenshots showing how to import the template.

Interested in more templates for specific projects? Here’s a list of links for templates to download. Some of these lists have some overlap but I’ve found a few interesting ones I’m going to use.

Justinswapp.com

GwenHernandez.com

SMWorth.net

If you know of any templates please share below in the comments. I’m thinking about a bigger use for Scrivener and a template for it. When I’ve completed it I’ll share it in a post with the template for download. I’d also love to connect with you over social media so check my contact page for that information. See the News page for announcements and remember to sign-up to receive news and posts by email. I’ve added a new sign-up tab on my FaceBook page to simplify the process. New followers can download The Black Bag via free coupon today! Also, the cover of my book, The Bow of Destiny, was revealed recently so take a look.

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2015 Goals Pt. 8

I set a number of goals for the year and wanted to re-visit how I’m progressing with them. Last week, I shared how I’m progressing with one goal – site management. While I’m not able to upgrade my site yet, I am working on content branding. But there are several more goals that I’ve been working on.

Writing Group

I’ve investigated local writing groups and really haven’t found one that suits my needs yet. There is one about 45 minutes away that I will begin trying to attend on at least a quarterly basis. I’m also discussing with a few writers I know locally about meeting occasionally to discuss writing and encourage each other with our projects. I don’t want something too time consuming with management or critiques, just discussion for a short time about writing and related topics.

Book Reviews

I have completed a short book and reviewed it on Goodreads several weeks ago. I’m currently reading several other books and hope to start posting reviews over the next few weeks, especially for Rave Reviews Book Club. I have such a large backlog of reading but I am enjoying what reading I am doing and learning a great deal about reviews just from the intention of writing these once I’ve completed a book.

Publication

I currently have a piece of short fiction held for further consideration by a SFWA-approved magazine market. I’m keeping my fingers crossed on acceptance but there’s not news about that yet. I’m also preparing several more pieces of short fiction and hope to begin submission of another story within a few weeks.

My first novel-length book is currently with my editor after which I’ll make some changes and let her have the manuscript back within a few months. I hope to then let some beta readers take a look. On that note, I’ve begun recruiting beta readers to assist during late spring or early summer if all goes well.

Convention Attedance

I haven’t yet found an additional conference that fits my schedule and budget. I’m still looking so that’s an ongoing process. I am attending an online conference through Goodreads this spring though and I hope that turns out to be informative.

How are you progressing with your goals so far this year? Have you experienced any setbacks? Please share your thoughts and ideas in the comments section. I’d also love to connect with you over social media so check my Contact page for that information. See the News page for announcements and remember to sign-up to receive news and posts by email. I’ve added a new sign-up tab on my FaceBook page to simplify the process. New followers can download The Black Bag via free coupon today! Also, the cover of my book, The Bow of Destiny, was revealed recently so take a look.

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Take A Pass On The Block – Just Write!

Like a dreaded disease with no known cause it strikes at any time – WRITER’S BLOCK!! At any given time of the day around the globe writers are suddenly struck witless and incapable of writing. With no known cure, l are forced to wait out the sickness until, like the sun rising after a night of stormy terror, it passes and the afflicted are able once again to formulate whole sentences and paragraphs.

Actually, I don’t believe in writer’s block and I just don’t get it. Sure I have days when I write less or just get less done but it’s not something insurmountable, dreaded or mysterious. If a writer is suddenly having trouble there is/are reason(s) and it’s important to nail that down so you can get back to doing what you enjoy. Do I think it’s something chronic like “tennis elbow”? No.

Why do is disregard writer’s block? Simple, ever heard of one of those old newspaper writers getting it? Not really. They just wrote when necessary, for a job – and survival. When you must write in such an environment you do it and move on. You develop a confidence that you can write when necessary and you reach for it like a well-used tool and get to work.

Similarly, with the daily blog schedule that I maintain, I’ve found that the notion of a block goes by the wayside. Uncertainty has been replaced by confidence to write daily and often with increasing an improving word count. I’ve found this helps me a great deal with fiction too. I recently sat down to a book project I haven’t touched in months. I looked at where I was and started writing. I’ve exercised my writing muscles to the point that I can just write without much thought. Sure things can get to be a grind but you can grind through circumstances and come out stronger on the other side – like running uphill, do it often and you get good at it. I’ll share my own experience with a week of grinding in an upcoming post and how it affected me.

But why would you suddenly stop writing? What could be wrong? There could be any number of reasons. I find that journaling addresses many of these reasons. If my mind is telling the rest of me that there’s a problem with the story then I need to explore that. Suppose something has upset me and I’m must ignoring a situation. That could be gnawing at my mental focus – it needs to get out and journaling helps with that.

However, there are other reasons you might have trouble writing consistently and with focus. Lack of sleep is one. If you are not refreshed you will not have the mental energy required to write. Getting exercise is another answer. I run regularly but many writers and other creative people have historically taken daily walks in the afternoon. What happens on such occasions is that the mind works through all kinds ideas, problems, emotions and ideas are synchronized.

Also, if you find that your motivation is low. Seek further help. I’ve found the book, The Artist’s Way, to be extremely helpful in getting re-started as a writer. The book explores reasons why you don’t do anything creatively. Check it out and see if this helps you get jump-started.

Regardless of what’s going on with your writing, you shouldn’t sit like the victim of a debilitating disease call WRITER’S BLOCK. There are reasons you’ve stopped flowing creatively. You can overcome them – sometimes in a short space of time. You can live creatively. You can maintain your creativity. Just go digging for your answers to the why.

But what about just coming to the end of what you have to say? Why is it so hard to blog regularly? I’ll address some of these related issues in the near future.

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Fantasy Authors Unplugged – Leisl Kaberry

This is continuing feature on Archer’s Aim – Fantasy Authors Unplugged. I hope to frequently share an interview with a fantasy author. If you have authors to suggest and/or questions you’d like to see answered then leave a comment or send me an email. If you are a fantasy author and would like an interview please let me know and we’ll plan one that fits your schedule.

Interview

Today I welcome Leisl Kaberry to Fantasy Authors Unplugged:

Q. Please tell us about yourself.

A. I’m an Aussie living in beautiful British Columbia, Canada with my husband and 4 kids. I’m fortunate enough to be a stay at home mum which has afforded me the privilege of being able to not only spend time focused on writing but also studying a degree in criminology and Criminal Justice. I have always been a big fan of rock music and while I love to sing… and do frequently, I’m not all that good. I love theatre acting and would have done a lot more musicals (had I had the vocal chops for it) but have been fortunate to get involved with amateur theatre in a number places I have lived. Despite my love of acting, in recent years my true passion has become writing.

Q. How did you get into writing?

A. I didn’t mean to, I always loved making up stories and even writing the odd one down but was adamant I would never be a writer… I was going to be an actor, after all. However, after I had my first child I was in a creative mood and found myself before the computer with an idea for a scene. Before long I had written a chapter and had the whole trilogy virtually mapped out in my head… I felt the story was too good not to write so made up my mind that come hail or shine I would write and publish it… even if I would be the only person with a copy on my shelf. That was nearly 13 years ago and now I truly do consider myself a writer.

Q. What’s the title of your current book? What’s it about?

A. Titanian Chronicles – Journey of Destiny follows the adventure of two friends (an adventurous elf and a human with mystic powers) as they leave the protective borders of an all Elf Kingdom in order to seek out their destinies in the lands beyond… a world they know little about and that hosts all manner of races and differing cultures. Unbeknown to them, they are followed by an elf maiden both have been in love with since their youth. However, a cavalcade of trolls collecting slave girls, led by a man in black with a scar across his eye, make it a challenge for her to be reunited with her friends. Meanwhile a Dark Mage seeks to destroy all remaining wizards who could interfere with his plans, including those with untrained powers. The three must find their way in this new world where their hearts, minds and strengths are put to the test as destinies are unveiled and ethics are challenged.

Q. How do you stay motivated with writing?

A. Setting goals really helps. These days I give myself timelines for having a book written, for me to achieve that aim I need to focus a lot of attention on writing whenever I have the opportunity. Most afternoons I put aside a few hours devoted to it and in all honesty I am excited about sitting down at the computer and getting the story out of my head and onto paper (of the screen variety). On days I can’t get to it, I miss it and so I guess I always stay motivated because it’s one of the things I most look forward to in my day.

Q. How did you choose your cover artist?

A. Serendipity, It was meant to be. I met Kristen Caruana through mutual friends at a luncheon. We got talking about her art and my book and the conversation turned into discussing cover art and the possibilities. We decided it would be great to work together and she took up the challenge of interpreting what was written and what was in my head to create a piece of art for my cover… a piece of art that now hangs in our local library.

Q. As a reader, what gets your attention and keeps?

A. I must say that I have always been a sucker for a good mystery. Keep me on my toes by revealing pieces of the puzzle and you will have me reading and guessing until the truth is revealed. I love it. Of course a good bit of scandal or something with great shock value will also get my attention and keep me reading.

Q. How did you choose the fantasy genre?

A. I don’t know that I really chose it or that it chose me. I had been reading a lot of fantasy at the time, I had read all the Chronicles of Narnia series in my late teens and then moved on to the Dragonlance Chronicles, which I had fallen in love with and was also reading David Eddings, so I think perhaps they had inspired me. The fact is that I really wasn’t trying to write a book at first when the idea came to me… I had the idea and had to follow it. It could have just as easily been a murder mystery because I was also reading a lot of Agatha Christie at the time too…hehe… but I was inspired in the fantasy direction and have no regrets, I truly love the genre, especially writing it.

Thanks to Leisl for appearing in the Fantasy Authors Unplugged today. Please take some time to look at her contact information below as well as her book links. I looking forward to reading her work in the near future.

Leisl’s Links

Goodreads – https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7260568.Leisl_Kaberry

Twitter – https://twitter.com/Lawfabex

Facebook Page – https://www.facebook.com/TitanianChronicles

Blog Page – http://titanianchronicles.blogspot.ca

Amazon.com – http://www.amazon.com/Titanian-Chronicles-Journey-Destiny-1/dp/1480057878

Barnes and Noble – http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/titanian-chronicles-leisl-kaberry/1116836022?ean=9781480057876

Smashwords – https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/422214

Conclusion

If you’re a fantasy author and would like to be interviewed for “Fantasy Authors Unplugged” just contact me via email or one of my social media channels and we’ll set one up.

Please share your thoughts and ideas in the comments section. I’d also love to connect with you over social media so check my contact page for that information. See the News page for announcements and remember to sign-up to receive news and posts by email. I’ve added a new sign-up tab on my FaceBook page to simplify the process. New followers can download The Black Bag via free coupon today! Also, the cover of my book, The Bow of Destiny, was revealed recently so take a look.

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Clearing A Logjam: Why A Project Needs Completion

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Sometimes writing flows easily like a swift river or current and sometimes it grinds away like a glacier. But for me, it’s always moving. However, a few weeks ago I really struggled with my blog. I just didn’t seem to have ideas readily available. That whole week I wrote posts from day to day which is not normal for me since I tend to be ahead of the game by at least a few days if not a week.

But then the logjam cleared and everything started flowing almost too fast. On that Sunday, I woke up early with four blog post ideas in mind. I got out of bed and started writing. By the end of the day I had six posts written in my Scrivener project. That was a major sea-change from several days earlier.

So what happened that I suddenly wrote so much? There are a few reasons. First, back in December I wrote several blog series that lasted between 4-5 weeks. I had ready-made ideas just waiting to be written. But starting with January I had fewer series in mind so I had to work harder to generate ideas.

Also, during my grinding week of blogging I was busy completing preparations for sending my novel to my editor. This minor project actually took up more of my creative capacity than it seemed. Thus I had less creative energy for ideas.

So the day before the explosion of writing I completed that little project. After a good night’s sleep my creativity was reset with the closing of the previous project and the backlog of ideas erupted. Fragments of thought germinated into full-fledged concepts and all that creativity woke me before sunrise with lots of impetus to write. I had the bodies of four posts completed in Scrivener within three hours. Later that afternoon, I completed two more posts for the total of six.

But what’s more, when I looked at some other ideas I had noted and left hanging, they also clicked in my mind. I knew that over the next few days I would easily write those as well. After all that I had developed quite a backlog of posts to begin scheduling in coordination of upcoming author interviews and blog tours I’m hosting. At this point, I’m several weeks ahead on blog development which has actually freed me up to write more fiction while my novel is with the editor.

So there’s a lesson in all of this for me and maybe you as well. When it comes to blogging, grind away when required but don’t give up. When the creativity erupts, ride the wave of creativity and write as far ahead of your blog schedule as possible. I’m now weeks ahead and plan to stay that way. I also have the flexibility to reschedule posts as necessary if anything comes up.

At this point, I’m progressing very well with the rough draft of my 2nd book and working on short fiction. I’ve been able to compose a number of blogs that are schedule to be posted. So clearing the issues have been very fruitful over the last few weeks.

What holds you back with your blogs? Does your pace ever grind like a glacier? What have you done to clear your logjams? Please share your thoughts and ideas in the comments section. I’d also love to connect with you over social media so check my Contact page for that information. See the News page for announcements and remember to sign-up to receive news and posts by email. I’ve added a new sign-up tab on my FaceBook page to simplify the process. New followers can download The Black Bag via free coupon today! Also, the cover of my book, The Bow of Destiny, was revealed recently so take a look.

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Scrivener Tips Pt. 4: Project Backups

I recently received a Twitter comment from someone regarding Scrivener and help with backups using Windows. I’m not entirely sure what the issue was but I’ll go ahead and address the subject today. Here are the basics with project backups for Scrivener:

1. Keep Scrivener up to date to minimize any issues with the software. To do this click on Help and then on Update Scrivener.

 

2. To manage where you backup your projects click on Tool and Choose Options:

 

3. Once the Options window opens click on Backup at the end of the menu on the left:

 

4. Once you have the backup settings displayed you can click on the Choose button to change the default location of project backups. If you are not changing it but just want to know where the backups are location it is listed there also and you can click on the Open Backup Folder to view backups immediately.

 

5. You can also handle an individual backup from the project you have open. Click on File and hover your cursor at Backup to see the fly-out menu. Here you can choose to backup the current project to a specific location. You can force an immediate backup instead of when you close the project. You can also choose to exclude the project from automatic backups.

 

Options for Backup Locations

Here are a few thoughts about where to backup your Scrivener projects.

1. On your computer – you can choose to back them up on your computer. However, unless you are backup up the Scrivener backup folder using something else – software or external drive/cloud then you run the risk of losing data should your computer fail in some way.

2. On an external drive – you can backup directly to an external drive but this requires that you have the drive connected whenever you close Scrivener for automatic backups on close or when you manually backup your projects.

3. On the cloud – I have many of my projects located in my Dropbox folder so it is automatically synchronized on the cloud while my automatic backup runs to my computer. I also backup my Dropbox folder to and external drive.

Project Recovery

To recover a project do the following:

1. Open your backup folder where you will notice that all the project backups are in .zip folders

2. Open the .zip folder for the project and date to which you want to recover.

3. You will see the .scriv folder for the project. Copy the folder to the appropriate work location or a restore folder of your choosing (WARNING: If you overwrite a current folder with a backup folder you may lose changes since the backup). From any location you should be able to open the project by double clicking on the .scriv folder or using Scrivener to browse to and open the project folder.

For more details on Scrivener backups check the manual by clicking on Help and then Scrivener Manual – the subject is at Appendix B – Options, page 322, B9 – Backup.

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Blog Tour: The Genesis Saga #1 – Passion & Struggle

THE GENESIS SAGA TOUR

I’m grateful to my host of this thirteenth post of THE GENESIS SAGA TOUR, and to Nonnie Jules of 4WillsPublishing who arranged it all! The full lineup for this tour can be found @ http://wp.me/P43s9i-2g

My purpose, is to give readers a greater familiarity with planet Genesis – within the Equations universe created by author and friend, Kenneth Tam.

To this end, we embarked upon a series of interviews of some key players in Book One of The Genesis Saga: PASSION & STRUGGLE. Nonnie Jules of the famed interviews, ‘Who’s On The Shelf With Nonnie Jules?’ agreed to lend her formidable skills to this process. She gave me the nickname “Fio” a while back – so keep that in mind in case she opts to use it!

In our last episode, Nonnie and I disappeared from the Campus Café after Annie and Marie left to track down Marco. We reappeared in the formal living room of Marco’s campus home, several weeks later.

NJ:       (Nonnie looks around at the familiar room and is visibly calmer.)

            This is Marco’s house, Fio. Where is Marco? Is he alright?

JF:        Yes, you are correct on both counts, Nonnie. I know you love a good romance, so I thought you might like to have a peek at Marco and Marie’s first date.

NJ:       (Indignantly) I’m no peeping Thomasina, Fio! I suppose we’re invisible again…

(Her statement is cut off as a tall black man arrives in the front foyer from the rear of the house. Nonnie’s jaw drops and she looks at me raising an eyebrow in question. The man doesn’t see us and proceeds to open the door, graciously welcoming Marco and Marie.)

NJ:       Fio, who is that guy! The butler?

JF:        (Chuckling) No, that’s the third member of Marco’s security team… shhh, let’s just watch and listen…

As Marco and Marie exited the car and approached the front door, Drury parked the vehicle in the small garage. Gallo followed them as far as the door. Agent Ben Grafton ushered Marco and Marie inside, and then Gallo did a thorough inspection of the grounds with Drury. Since the Inauguration, they were extra careful. Marco led Marie into the living room and offered to get her a drink while he finished the dinner preparations.

“May I keep you company in the kitchen, Marco?”

“You want to make sure I don’t have any hired help doing the cooking,” he chuckled, good-naturedly. “Maybe I’ll put you to work. Can you pour us both a glass of wine?”

“Sounds good to me,” she chirped, as she followed him through the dining room and into a spacious kitchen. “You haven’t moved yet. Will this be the official residence for the Vice President? It’s… cute.”

“Thank you, Marie, but it’s just temporary. The President of the University offered to let me stay here until Genesis House is completed.”

“So both you and the President will live at Genesis House? How will that work?” Marie asked, as she opened the bottle of red wine and poured two glasses. Visions of Rossini and Hastings – both single – living under the same roof filled her mind’s eye. That didn’t sound appropriate, and she judged the Church was not going to approve.

Marco bent over to check the roast in the oven, and then added a few potatoes wrapped in foil. “Off the record – the building is designed with three separate wings. One wing will house the President, and his or her family, on the second floor, with business offices for the President and staff on the first floor. A second wing houses the Vice President and family – a similar setup on each floor. The third wing will have kitchen facilities, a large ballroom for state affairs, etc. The basement areas will feature the Command and Control room, recreational facilities, a gymnasium, and staff quarters. Now let’s see, do you mind preparing ingredients for the salad while I prepare the dressing?”

Marie smiled, “I might manage that.”

“Wait. Let me get you an apron to protect your clothes.” He snatched an apron hanging on a hook by the kitchen door, and chuckled as he strode towards her. The black material sported white lettering which read, ‘I COOK BECAUSE MEN DO IT BETTER!’ Grinning, he held it out to her. Marie feigned insult as she read the apron, then giggled as she wrapped it around her. “It was a gift from Pat… honest!” Marco protested.

They both relaxed and worked companionably getting the dinner ready to serve. Marco had set the dining room table beforehand, creating an intimate setting complete with a centerpiece of brightly colored flowers, and candles for romantic lighting. As Marie lit the candles, she felt very special. Marco had gone to a lot of trouble for her. She shook her head remembering the other Neanderthals she had dated – she gave and they took. She wasn’t used to this, but she loved it.  Marco interrupted her thoughts as he carried in the salad and the wine bottle.

“Sit, Marie, I’ll serve.”

He refilled their wine glasses and served the salad. With a flourish, he snapped her cloth napkin open and laid it on her lap. Once sitting, he raised his glass and proposed a toast.

“Let’s drink to new beginnings.”

As they ate their salads, Marie suddenly noticed that they had been alone since the agent had ushered them in the door, “Marco, where did the security people go? Aren’t they eating dinner?”

He looked up and gave her a wide smile, “Let’s not tempt the fates. The boys said they were not going to hover, and they’ve kept their word. After only two weeks, I’m surprised at how well we get along. Are you comfortable being alone with me?”

Marie blushed slightly, thinking his question implied that perhaps she didn’t trust him. “I’m fine, and I’m enjoying this salad.”

“Good. Let me get the main course served while you finish that salad.”

It took Marco two trips to the kitchen to bring in the main course meat platter and bowls of vegetables. He’d checked outside the kitchen window, but hadn’t seen his three agents. Rossini shrugged and gave thanks that they could enjoy their food in privacy. He reclaimed his place at the table, hoping somewhat nervously, that the meal had turned out well.

As he sampled the portions on his own plate, Marco was reassured that the meal was delicious – one less worry. Marie was quick to compliment the dinner, and she ate with obvious relish.

“Marco, do you think that people will object to the cost of Genesis House? It sounds as if it’ll be a palace.”

“Liz and I were concerned too. But the Congressional building committee and the High Chancellor thought that both Congressional Hall and Genesis House should be impressive – symbols that the planet is moving into a new era. Do you think the buildings should be scaled back?”

Marie thought for a moment as she savored a mouthful of tender beef, “I can see the symbolic importance, but I question the cost. We just finished an expensive war, and the ongoing social reforms aren’t cheap.”

Marco sighed, “I suppose there will be grumbling. But I imagine that most people will reserve judgment until the building is done. Liz and I figure it will be a year before we can move in.”

The conversation continued, revolving around Marco’s expectations, politically, in the months ahead, and the social reforms being, slowly and painfully, put in place. After enjoying a light dessert of fresh fruits and coffee, they cleared the table, put the food away, disposed of the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen. Marco poured them each a small glass of liqueur and led the way into the living room where they settled together on the couch.

Marie perched on the edge of the couch and turned so she could face Marco. “Here we are, finished dinner, and we haven’t swapped any of our stories yet. I meant what I said at the party. I want to get to know you, and I don’t want to play games.”

Marco nodded, and she continued. She described her career and the hurtful relationships she had endured, noting Marco’s reactions. He listened intently and reached for her hand as she shared the painful moments.

“So I decided that if I was going to see you socially, I‘d talk about myself honestly,” she concluded. “I hope you’ll do the same.”

Rossini closed his eyes for a moment and squeezed her hand lightly to reassure her. Not sure why, he believed that he could share his feelings honestly with Marie. They were kindred spirits, in a way – lonely, wary from difficult relationships in the past, both longing for honesty and understanding. Pat Conroy was the only human being Marco had ever trusted with his personal failures and longings… but he admired Marie’s candor and was encouraged by it.

“I’ve had bad experiences too, Marie. At the risk of scaring you away, I’ll be honest with you. Except for my friendship with Pat, and now Sarah, my personal life has been disappointing. So I’ve given up my dream of having a loving wife and family. I don’t know what I expected last week, but it certainly wasn’t you… a woman in whom I could confide.”

Marco paused a moment before continuing. “Marie, five years ago, I deliberately closed myself against the possibility of a serious relationship with a woman. I understood that meant giving up my dream, but I also believed that I could never survive another Melanie.”

Marie looked into his eyes and gave his hand a squeeze. “I’m still here, Marco, and I’m not scared. Tell me the story.”

Rossini lowered his head for a few moments, took a deep breath, and recounted his tale. Marie listened, without interrupting, and her heart reached out to his tortured soul. She didn’t understand how she could instinctively trust a man she barely knew, but she realized that it was right to do so.

Marco searched her face as he fell silent. In the dimming light, unshed tears glistened in her soft, brown eyes. Her quivering lips beckoned his own. The last remaining stones, of the wall he had erected around his heart, fell away. He felt an overwhelming desire to crush her against his chest and never release her. The thought frightened him. He couldn’t risk rejection. Agitated, he got up and paced over to the window.

NJ:       Oh Fio, they are such a cute couple!

JF:        Yes they are. Time to go…

Join us for our last installment of the Genesis Saga Tour…

Author Bio:

  John Fioravanti is a retired secondary school educator who completed his thirty-five year career in the classroom in June, 2008.

Throughout his career, John focused on developing research, analysis, and essay writing skills in his History Classroom. This led to the publication of his first non-fiction work for student use, Getting It Right in History Class. A Personal Journey to the Heart of Teaching is his second non-fiction work; it attempts to crystallize the struggles, accomplishments, and setbacks experienced in more than three decades of effort to achieve excellence in his chosen field.

John’s first work of fiction is Passion & Struggle and is set within Kenneth Tam’s Equations universe (Iceberg Publishing). He claims that, after two non-fiction books, he’s having the time of his life bringing new stories and characters to life!

At present, John lives in Waterloo, Ontario with Anne, his bride of forty-one years. They have three children and three grandchildren. In December of 2013, John and Anne founded Fiora Books for the express purpose of publishing John’s books.

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Amazon Australia:  http://www.amazon.com.au/ebook/dp/B00O7X5SXK/

Chapters/Indigo Canada:  http://www.chapters.indigo.ca/books/9780993655821

Barnes & Noble:  http://www.barnesandnoble.com/1120573892?ean=9780993655821

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