Writing

Writing Process Blog Tour 2014

If y’all follow more writers besides me, you’ve probably seen posts going around about the Writing Process Blog Tour, in which various writers discuss what they’re working on and how they do it. They tag the writer who talked them into it, and find other writers to participate! What’s in it for you? Getting to follow links and discover new writers.

In my case, I got tagged by Catherine Lundoff, who’s userinfocatherineldf, and the same on Dreamwidth! She’s got her own Writing Process post here on LJ and here on Dreamwidth.

Let’s get down to it, shall we?

What Am I Working On?

Priority one: Victory of the Hawk, book 3 of the Rebels of Adalonia trilogy. This will conclude my immediate obligations with Carina Press and free me up for more of my indie work.

Namely, finishing the edits for Bone Walker as well as the shorter pieces I promised my long-waiting Kickstarter backers!

After that? What’s most likely to pop off the queue will be Queen of Souls, my other currently finished manuscript, at least in rough draft form.

How Does My Work Differ From Others Of Its Genre?

My fantasy, currently represented by the Rebels of Adalonia books, is significantly less grim and gritty than a lot of the better-known and better-selling epic fantasy works these days. Which is not to say I don’t have violence or dark themes, or that I hold back from killing off characters as appropriate. Valor of the Healer and Vengeance of the Hunter–especially Vengeance, as y’all will see when it ships on the 28th–both have their share of violence and darkness. But I don’t do gratuitous darkness.

Stylistically, I hearken more back to the stuff I read when I was younger. So if you liked Esther Friesner’s early fantasy novels, or Tanya Huff’s, or Doranna Durgin’s, you might like mine.

In my urban fantasy, likewise, I’m a lot lighter-hearted than a lot of the grim grim grimmity grim OHNOEZ WE MUST SAVE THE WORLD novels out there. And if your tastes in urban fantasy slant more towards paranormal romance, you should also be aware that while I do have romantic subplots, I don’t base them on how enthusiastic the characters’ hormones get about each other. I do slow builds on romances, and if I have any on-camera sex at all, it will serve a very specific character development need. It won’t be there just out of obligation to have my characters shag. Also, I’m very likely to cut a discreet fade to black rather than spelling out the details for you.

See, ’cause here’s the thing–unlike a lot of readers, I don’t tend to put myself into the position of the heroine in whatever book I might be reading. Rather, I envision her as this awesome person whose adventure I’m following. If you’re an awesome person I know in real life, this doesn’t mean I want to actually watch you shag, you know? Same thing if you’re an awesome fictional person I’m reading about.

I feel the same way about the characters I’m writing. To be perfectly honest, the vast majority of sex scenes bore me to tears, and they’d bore me to write, too. And writing something that bores me is the last thing I want to do to a reader. I’d much rather write the things that excite me, and by extension, hopefully, excite you too.

Why Do I Write What I Do?

I often hear it said that a writer should write the things she wants to read. This applies to me, pretty much.

I write casts of characters that tend to slant heavily to having women in positions of power, because that’s what I want to see in the things I read. I write women who hold magical power, women who hold political power, and sometimes both at once. And I write casts that will have multiple female characters in play, which may in fact seem female-heavy to some readers–but I see a lot of LACK of representation of female characters elsewhere, and dammit, I want to do something about that.

Likewise, I’ll often have queer characters present in my cast. Because again, representation matters.

How Does Your Writing Process Work?

Basically, after finishing a few novels, I’ve come to realize that my writing process is pretty much “let the characters roleplay the story out in my head and transcribe what happens”.

I’ll have a rough idea of where I need to go, mind you. I’ll often take some rough outline notes, or notes on characters’ starting motivations. I definitely find sketching out a timeline of events to be useful.

But a good bit of this note taking actually happens throughout the writing of a book for me. I’ll write a few chapters, take more notes, write a few more chapters, lather, rinse, repeat. So far this seems to more or less work.

The tricky part? Doing this under deadline. I’m hoping to get faster as I get more books under my belt!

I write in Microsoft Word–specifically, Mac Office 2008. And for the longest time I was using old-school Courier New formatting, but I’ve started switching over to Times New Roman, trying to get used to following Carina Press’ style guides. I’m likely to keep the Times New Roman for working on my other stuff, too, since I just like the look of that better. What’s really tough, though? Breaking myself of the habit of indenting my paragraphs with tabs!

About the only other tool of note for me is Excel, which I use for word count spreadsheets. The vast majority of my notes are taken in nothing more complicated than TextEdit. Some day eventually I may explore something fancy like Scrivener, but honestly, simplicity seems to work for me here.

And that’s my process! If any of my fellow writers out there would like to be tagged, sing out and I’ll update this post!

ETA #1: First tag request is in! Folks, I commend to your attention Alex Conall, who lives here on Dreamwidth, here for zir official site, and right over here on Facebook. Genderqueer poet and artist and writer! (Speaking of how representation matters.)

ETA #2: Second tag request! This one goes to my pal M.M. Justus, who’s written time-travel SF with romantic elements, some historical, and even straight-up contemporary. Stick around because I’ll be featuring her on Boosting the Signal too!

Vengeance of the Hunter

Vengeance of the Hunter Release Day events!

Hey Internet! If you’re on some of the various social networks I am, you may be interested in knowing that I’ve set up a few release day events for the coming of Vengeance of the Hunter! Please feel free to mark any of these on your calendars, and share ’em with anybody who you feel might enjoy my books.

Facebook event

Google+ event

Goodreads event

The Facebook and Google+ events also include direct links as to where to pre-order the book. But I also have those right on the official page for the book! Vengeance IS available for pre-order as we speak, so if you’re so inclined, go and buy! It’s like Present You giving a gift to Future You!

Also, just in case Present You hasn’t read Valor of the Healer yet, I strongly and I mean STRONGLY encourage you to read that one first. All pertinent links to where to buy it are on its official page, including the audio edition!

Vengeance of the Hunter

Just for the record, Vengeance of the Hunter is not a romance novel

This is kind of exciting–I’m actually seeing Vengeance of the Hunter showing up in fiction roundups on a couple of fairly high-profile sites. Namely, tor.com and Heroes and Heartbreakers! Wow. 🙂

However, both of these roundup posts are mistaking me for writing romance. I’m not, despite the fact that I’ve got me a shirtless Julian on my cover for Vengeance of the Hunter. I do have a love story building in this trilogy, but it’s not actually the A plot. I’m better quantified as “fantasy with romantic elements” than outright romance or even romantic fantasy. Think Doranna Durgin before she started writing paranormal romance, or Tanya Huff’s fantasy novels, or early Esther Friesner. That’s the kind of flavor I aim for in my writing.

This, folks, is a side effect of my publisher for this trilogy targeting a lot of its marketing towards a romance-heavy audience. And I’m okay with that–the covers Carina has given me so far are a good compromise between their aiming towards the majority of Carina readers, and what I’m actually writing.

I just want to make sure that if you want to check out my stuff, you’re not confused by what’s on the cover!

Last but most assuredly not least, SF Signal has me in an April roundup post right over here. Scroll down to the V’s and you’ll see THIS.

REALLY Good Company

REALLY Good Company

I… WOW. I’m next to Tanya Huff and Mary Robinette Kowal. *^_^*;; Gosh. Makes me feel like a Real Writer!

Boosting the Signal

Boosting the Signal: Angel on the Ropes, by Jill Shultz

Jill Shultz is a fellow member of the Outer Alliance mailing list I’m on, which is a mailing list for authors in support of QUILTBAG speculative fiction. Jill’s book is science fiction, all about how a trapeze artist leads a perilous double life. Will her secret–and her choices–save her planet, or ruin it?

Jill’s submission for Boosting the Signal today is an excerpt straight out of the book, which conveniently addresses the theme of character goals!

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Angel on the Ropes

Angel on the Ropes

My stomach quivered as the train settled onto the station, the last stop before the circus. I cued my music and closed my eyes, mentally running through my routine again.

What if I’m not good enough?

I glanced at Elsbith, who’d chosen to be my mother against all common sense. She held my hand without talking and for once I was grateful that Seekers kept silence in their pockets, next to the tissues. A legacy of our Earth Quaker ancestry.

I took a deep breath.

I will be great.

But even if I amazed them, would they let a leopard into the troupe?

That question plagued me as we entered the tent, as I took off my makeup—a test of trust—and as I peeked through the curtains. It didn’t stop until I took my mark.

I flipped up onto the trapeze bar, then rolled backwards into a full split. Still upside down, I hooked the rope with the back of my knee, struck a gazelle-like pose, and rotated around the rope, letting the round melody flow through me. The air was warmer up here, and silkier—from the spotlight? I wanted to scoop up two delicious armfuls and never let them go.

For several moves I worked from one rope to the other, swinging from horizontal to vertical and back, feet never touching the bar. Gradually, the music tightened and I brought both feet to the trapeze, facing front. Now more instruments rushed in. My pulse kicked.

My first big move.

I tipped down into an arabesque so deep my forehead swung toward the bar. At the last second I somersaulted forward and caught the bar between my legs, then kicked out and pinwheeled around the trapeze, chest high, legs as long and straight as a ballerina’s as I spun. Around and around, not a wobble left or right. My heart surged each time my head swung down. Five more times, feet still in perfect pointe. A howl swelled in my throat. After a dozen pinwheels, I stopped. The audience clapped, the sound reverberating in my chest like a second heartbeat, speeding my own. I moved sideways on the bar, but not far enough, and had to scootch to position myself correctly. Sloppy, I thought, wincing. The next trick was cleaner, the three after that as good as I could make them, with minimal hand traffic. I slipped into a layback, turning my face to the crowd as I touched my foot to my head, flashing them a smile.

I could’ve stayed like that all day. How could it be over this soon? I jumped backwards off the trapeze and landed neatly. Chest heaving, I stepped out of the spotlight toward the front of the stage, squinting as I sought out Squirrelman Jim. Was that a nod? Sweet Light, please let it be.

There were three kids in leotards seated behind him. What were they doing there?

The training vid disappeared. Not the kids. Real. Real kids, not holos. My breath backed up in my throat. Even at this distance, they’d see I was a leopard, my white eyebrow bright as a signal flag. I felt like the dowels had been blown out of my joints, leaving one bone perched precariously on the other.

Squirrelman waved impatiently at me.

I was supposed to trust him. Completely. If I joined Cristallo, I’d have to put my life in other people’s hands.

The flying part of my audition might be over, but the leopard still had to pass.

I couldn’t move. My shoulders and neck clenched, pulsing an ache into the sockets of my jaw. Sweat chilled on my body. Part of me wanted to disappear and part wanted to fight and part wanted my mother to walk in and fix everything, the way she always did, with that magic I hoped I’d develop if I ever became a good enough Seeker.

Under the heat of three stares I started up the aisle, heart slapping. The smaller girl’s face was pinched and red. The tall girl’s face was perfect, exactly what I would have picked for myself. My right calf tensed so hard it almost charley-horsed. I’d never felt so ugly in my life.

“Freak.” The short girl’s nostril riffled.

The tall girl rolled her eyes. “Just once, Destiny—”

“Beena, let be,” said the boy.

I took a deep breath. There is Light in her, I thought. Reach it and anything is possible. I swallowed hard.

“What are you doing here?” Destiny asked me.

“Dreaming. Same like you?”

“Nothing like me.”

“That’s right,” Beena said, leaning back into a pose that was both jazzy and regal. “She’s good.”

The boy jumped to his feet and held out his hand. “Better than good. That was kushti.” His eyes sparkled. “I’m Jango.”

I shook his hand, hoping he couldn’t feel mine tremble. Jango held my hand a little longer than was polite—trying to prove he wasn’t afraid to touch a leopard?

“Got to go,” I said, tilting my head toward the coach.

When I was standing in front of him, Squirrelman said, “Well done, Amandine. And welcome to Cristallo.”

“What?” yelled Destiny. “This is some kind of joke, right? Because you’d never risk Cristallo for a—a—” She glowered at the floor. “We’re adding a freak show? That’s so lubberly. And isn’t it dangerous? What if the Plaguellants found out it was for real?”

You have nothing to fear,” he replied.

The breath trapped in my mouth turned hot and nasty. I didn’t want to cause them any trouble. I just wanted to fly.

“Destiny,” Squirrelman whispered, making her look up. “This is what circus is all about. To do more than others can even dream, you must care more—and risk more—than they dare.

“And that’s why I want you to help us create a haven.”

Haven? I frowned. I already had one, and it wasn’t what you’d think.

But nothing would stop me from flying.

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Boosting the Signal

Boosting the Signal: Blades of the Old Empire followup

If you’ve been following the Boosting the Signal posts, you’ll have seen one of the first two that went up a few weeks ago: the post for Blades of the Old Empire by Anna Kashina.

Anna ran into a very unfortunate problem with her book’s release–the discovery that a critical chapter towards the end was missing!

She’s asked me to spread the word now though that her publisher, Angry Robot, has swiftly addressed the problem. Corrected print copies have shipped out to retailers, and the electronic editions deployed for sale should now also be fixed. So if you were considering checking the book out and hadn’t yet, you should be able to get the properly updated version now. (And I encourage you to go buy it directly from Angry Robot if you can, right over here, to support their delicious DRM-free goodness!)

Books

Multi-lingual OH hey I got ebook credit! book roundup

If you’re a regular buyer of ebooks, you may be aware that a lot of the ebook vendors have had to issue credits to customers because of a court settlement pertaining to ebook pricing. I’ve gotten credit now from both the iBookstore AND Barnes and Noble, and should have something from Kobo showing up eventually, too!

The fun part? My credit from B&N was substantial. So I breezed through a lot of books that’d been sitting on my wishlist for a while, mostly things I’d previously owned in print, and which I wanted to replace with ebook versions!

From B&N:

  • The Witness, Whiskey Beach, Dark Witch, and Shadow Spell, by Nora Roberts. Assorted romantic suspense and paranormal romance, on general principles of “Because I like Nora Roberts”!
  • Prior Bad Acts, Dark Paradise, Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust, The Alibi Man, Dark Horse, Magic, Deeper Than the Dead, and Secrets to the Grave, all by Tami Hoag. A bunch of Hoag that had previously been in my collection in print, plus some newer stuff I haven’t read yet.
  • Storm Kissed, by Jessica Andersen. Book 6 of her Night Keepers series, which I am sadly behind on! Paranormal romance.
  • And last but most assuredly not least, Circle of Shadows by Imogen Robertson, Book 4 of her Crowther and Westerman series. Historical mystery. Yum.

Meanwhile, from the iBookstore, from which I don’t usually buy books unless they’re DRM free, I scarfed:

  • Servant of the Underworld, Harbinger of the Storm, and Master of the House of Darts, all by Aliette de Bodard. Aztec-mythos fantasy from Angry Robot. Sounded like a change of pace, and since Angry Robot is delicious DRM free goodness, decided to pick these up.

MEANWHILE! Picked up in print, ordered directly from Lulu since this is the only way of getting this book:

  • Le québécois en 10 leçons, by Alexandre Coutu. I’m given to understand that this is an excellent reference source for Quebecois French, and I’m quite looking forward to digging into it. 😀

And last but most assuredly not least, a book which gets special mention since I learned about it from this post on OffQc, a blog I follow for daily tidbits of information about the Quebec language and life in Montreal:

  • Ah shit, j’ai pogné le cancer, by Maude Schiltz. This is an autobiography by a cancer patient in Quebec, in which she presents the story of her diagnosis and how she dealt with it. As a cancer survivor myself and a student of Quebec French, I pretty much had to read this. I love her title, because YEAH. And I’ve had the pleasure of chatting briefly with the author on Facebook as well, and was delighted by how happy she was that her book made it out of Quebec and into the hands of an Anglophone. She uses a lot of humor in her story, and she seems like an awesome lady in general. So if any of y’all have enough French to be able to read something in that language, consider checking this out too.

This puts me at 37 books acquired so far for the year.

Boosting the Signal

Boosting the Signal: The Guardian’s Witch, by Ruth A. Casie

Ruth A. Casie is one of my fellow authors at Carina Press! She writes paranormal romance, and in this particular instance, we’re looking at a historical that features a heroine with second sight and healing powers. Since I do read historicals, particularly if there’s a touch of paranormal, this book of hers from last year was already on my radar to check out. Ruth sent me a character interview, and in it, I feel that her hero does a very clear job of expressing his goals!

And I gotta admit, I like that cover.

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The Guardian's Witch

The Guardian’s Witch

The Inside Scoop

Ah, there you are and just in time. Thank you for coming, I knew you wouldn’t want to miss this. We’ve pulled a real coup. Let me give you a little background before they begin. Our investigative reporter is about to hold an interview with the hero, Lord Alex, and heroine, Lady Lisbeth, of Ruth A. Casie’s book, The Guardian’s Witch. I see they are about to begin. I’ll fill you in on their story when the interview is over.

Reporter: (Facing the audience) Welcome and good afternoon. Today’s guests are Lord Alex Stelton, the exceptional knight who put his life on the line for the woman he loves. Also here is his extraordinary wife, Lady Lisbeth. She too was willing to risk it all–to save the man she loves.

Alex Stelton is the seventh son of Lord and Lady Stelton. Alex’s father is also a seventh son, an oddity that arises in the Stelton family from time to time. Lady Lisbeth and her younger sister Laura survive their parents, Lord and Lady Reynolds, who were lost to us in a terrible carriage accident, and their brother, Richard. Richard died valiantly on the Welsh battlefield.
(Turning to his guests) Thank you both for taking time to talk to us today. The first question I have is for Lord Alex.

Alex: Please, call me Alex.

Reporter: Certainly. Alex, what was your first impression of Lisbeth?

Alex: I’m embarrassed to tell you.

Lisbeth: He avoided me for weeks.

Alex: (Taking Lisbeth’s hand.) That’s not quite correct. You made it perfectly clear that you wanted no part of me. As a matter of fact I got a very clear impression that you would’ve been quite happy if I had disappeared like the others the king sent to protect you.

Lisbeth: Well, what did you expect? You came marching into Glen Kirk all proud and self-important just like all the others.

Alex: (Raising an eyebrow to his wife.) Did I now?

Lisbeth: (A bit contrite.) Well, maybe not exactly like them. (She pulls her hand away from his and faces him.) How was I to know?

Reporter: (Cough.) How did this disagreement start?

Lisbeth: He didn’t tell me for weeks.

Reporter: I beg your pardon. What didn’t Alex tell you for weeks? (Looking at Alex the reporter notices him squirm, just a bit.)

Lisbeth: He didn’t tell me we were married.

Reporter: Married? I don’t understand?

Alex: Wait a minute, Love. You didn’t exactly make it easy.

Lisbeth: Love— (She shoots Alex a glance that could turn him into a pillar of salt.)

Alex: (Alex faces the reporter) I won a bet with King James. If I held Lisbeth’s Glen Kirk Castle safe for one year it would be mine. Having an estate of my own has been a goal of mine for some time.

Lisbeth: (Foot tapping.)

Alex: (Rakes his hand through his hair.) After meeting my part of the bargain, I went to London to collect my winnings and ended proxy wed to Lady Lisbeth by order of the king.

Reporter: He what? And you didn’t tell her for weeks?

Lisbeth: (Folding her arms in front of her glaring at Alex.) Exactly.

Reporter: Perhaps we should move on. Lisbeth, I understand you come from a long line of healers and that you are quite gifted. My sources tell me you’ve used that gift to save Alex more than once.

Lisbeth: (A humbled look crosses her face.) Yes, I work hard to keep the people I love safe.

Reporter: (Shows Lisbeth a charm.) I understand you place these charms in the trees around Glen Kirk.

Alex: (Takes the charms from the interviewer.) My wife has a notion that the pretty bits shine and distract. (He gave the reporter a cold stare.)

Reporter: I understand there are rumors that your wife… uses incantations—

Alex: (Stands dragging Lisbeth with him.) This interview is over.

Reporter: (Obviously upset.) I’m sorry m’lord. I meant no disrespect to your wife or you. But sir, your wife’s special talents are common knowledge far and wide. It is to be honored, sir, not reviled as some may think.

Alex: I clearly told your man that those questions were not to be asked.

Reporter: M’lord, Alex, this woman was ready to risk everything for you. She was in the midst of conjuring up the true criminal responsible for the treason for which you were accused. She was using her magic in front of the king and his court, all to protect you. Surely you know what a grave risk she was taking.

Alex: Don’t you think I know that? (Alex takes his wife in his arms.) I cringe each time I think of how close she came to being judged a witch and the consequences that would have been metered out.

Lisbeth: Alex, (she pulls gently away from his embrace) come sit down. No harm was meant, surely you know that. (She pats his arm.)

Alex: (Regaining his composure.) I will not dwell on it, Lisbeth. I will protect you always.

Lisbeth: Yes, Alex. I wouldn’t have it any other way. But all here know who and what I am. There is no longer a need to hide that I am a witch.

Reporter: We have a little more time. Alex, I understand that your wife is very talented. Her dreams of the future appear to come true.

Alex: (He looks at his wife and does all he can to contain his smile.) My wife has many talents. Her dreams are–exceptional.

Lisbeth: Shhh Alex.(She leans close to him.) No one else will understand.

Alex: (Totally forgetting the reporter for the moment.) You call me into your dreams and we… Faith, (A smoldering look passes between them and he rakes his hand through his hair.) I want to spend the rest of my life in your dreams…

Reporter: Well, thank you both very much. (Pulling on his shirt collar.) Is it warm in here? (The reporter turns to the audience) You can find out more about Lord Alex and Lady Lisbeth in The Guardian’s Witch by Ruth A. Casie. More information follows this interview.

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