Sunday, November 25, 2012

Four Winds

Four Winds is back on sale at Amazon for $2.99.

Here's a snippet from Four Winds:


Hunter paced the floor of his mother’s longhouse.  Memories flooded, bittersweet and sharp with regret.  Once this place had been refuge, safety.  Now it was dark, as if the walls had sprouted arms and hands that were now trying to suffocate him. 
     Panic was foreign to him, an emotion he had long since learned to control and push away.  Hunter fought it now, refused to let it overcome him.  Foolish that he should even consider letting it bother him.  He had been to Canada countless times, had traveled every inch of this Colony the Onondios called New York, had even seen the Great Water they call the Atlantic.  And he had witnessed, even caused, more bloodshed than ten men.
     He forced himself to meet his mother’s gaze, which was a struggle all its own.  Black eyes stared back, questioning, searching for answers when he had none. 
Two Skies had aged since two winters ago, when Hunter had seen her last.  Going on ten years now, she had been alone with no man to provide for her.  Hunter’s brothers, River and Seeker, brought her firewood, hunted for her, which Hunter would always be grateful for. 
Was his mother ever lonely?  Two Skies had family, friends around her.  She had no grandchildren yet, but plenty of little ones running around the village.  Still, if she had a man, someone to complete the other half of her.
     That was important.  Even himself, always alone with regrets to haunt him day and night…Hunter knew the importance of a mate as much as he knew the hell of being alone. It was too late from him.  He was a killing vessel, no longer capable of love and would destroy all who he cared for.
     Steps approached from behind.  Anyone else would likely not have noticed.  However, years of stalking his enemies had heightened Hunter’s senses.  To be taken by surprise could very possibly mean death.  
Hunter did not turn, knew it was Swift River, his eldest brother by four winters.  River had stormed after him the moment he saw him going into their mother’s longhouse. 
     Under different circumstances, any other past, it would be good to see River.  More than good, like a weight on the world lifted.  But not in this life. In this life, River was a reminder of the mistakes and regrets, one of which was more despicable than any wrongs he had done.  And River would never let him forget it.  
     River folded his arms over his broad, tanned chest.  Over six feet, well past two-hundred pounds.  A shame River had never wanted to join Colonel Grey’s forces.  River had fought many battles for the protection and power of the Hodenosaunee people, but had never wanted to ally himself with the white man.  That was where he and his brother greatly differed.
“Why are you home, brother?” River’s expression was one he might give a stranger or enemy.  “Why now?  What sort of trouble to you wish to befall upon us?”
     “If this is your way of claiming to miss me, I am grateful for your concern.”
     “Not grateful enough to stay home, to even consider apologizing to her.” 
     River was referring to Two Skies.  Hunter had never tried to apologize to his mother.  None were good enough.  He and Two Skies had spoke circles around each other all morning.  Hunter had talked more about the weather than any other time of his life.  No mention of his abandonment, his silence, or Stands Tall’s death.
     He did not try to ignore the sting of River’s words.  They were all true, nothing to be denied.  Hunter had abandoned his family, his people, his heritage.  To leave, even for the sake of improving his way of life, was abandonment.  It was his family saw, all they would ever see.
     “So now you kill women.”
     “River.”  His mother’s voice was stern.
     Hunter kept silent.  Word had traveled rapidly about the white woman’s presence in the village, that he had shot her.  Hunter had not expected otherwise.  Nor had he expected his family to see him as anything but a killer.
     River’s expression was hard.  “A white woman, the worst of the lot.  Why did you not finish her off?”
     “I made a mistake.”
     River grunted.  “Not your first.”

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Saturday, November 24, 2012

Laws of attraction

Sometimes it’s difficult to remember I’m writing romance.  I have all these elements going on with my current work in progress.  Paranormal elements, carnival elements, I even need to research the inner workings of antique pocket watches.  Yesterday, instead of doing the Black Friday Christmas shopping like the rest of the world, I was reading old newspapers online that had to do with small towns and how they welcomed or shunned carnivals in the 1800s.  Then there’s the demons.  Oh, the demons!  A whole other realm of research I must become expert of before I type The End.  It’s crazy and it’s a lot of work and it’s wonderful.
But there’s the romance.  That spark that attracts the hero and heroine.  A subtle look, a tilt of the jaw, a bold stare.  The romance has to be woven in there as I am crafting the plot of demons, old carnivals, and of course the pocket watch which drives the whole thing. 
It’s hard, and I feel like I’m sinking in quick sand, but it’s fun, and I wouldn’t want to be writing anything else. 

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Update on Pandora

So an interesting update about Pandora:  turns out the vet believes she's allergic to the red dye found in dry cat food.  I've been giving her a special canned food they've prescribed and she's been 3 days not throwing up. I think she's really starting to feel better. Thank you to everyone who e-mailed me asking about her. 

Monday, November 12, 2012

Updated website

My website has been updated with an update to my projects and a work in progress report along the side.  Oh, and it's www.always-a-story.com

This week will be crazy.  Today I'm taking Pandora, my cat, to the vet to see what her problem is.  She's bulimic, and it seems to be getting worse.  I'm a bit nervous about it.  Not sure what they'll tell me.  She's not even two years old yet, so fingers crossed.

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Self publishing

I’ve come to a decision.  I’m going to self-publish.  This is a decision I’ve spent a great deal of time pondering.  Also something I never thought I’d be considering.  Not too long ago, self-publishing was extremely expensive and considered taboo in the publishing world.  There used to be a stigma attached to self-publishing.  If the book had to be published by the author, the story must be less than best.  So not true anymore.  Publishers are taking less chances on new authors, passing up some pretty good books.  Even top names in the business are self-publishing.  Plus with the e-book explosion, costs have drastically come down. 
Why the change?  I can’t speak for others but my personal reasons for self-publishing are mainly control and cost.  I will be able to control how many books go to print, what the cover looks like (something I’ve never had a say in before), where they are sold, where they are not sold, etc.  I can also sell my book for less.  Costs for trade paperbacks are climbing, and the economy isn’t getting any better.  If a reader has an extra $15 in her pocket, she’s going to put it in the gas take, not take a chance on a new author.
I heard more of the same at my last RWA chapter meeting.  Rumors are flying about publishers being scared, how agents are making less money, how advances are shrinking.  We’re on the edge of the biggest upheaval the publishing industry has ever seen, and it’s…well, it’s interesting.  Very, very interesting.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Your vote counts

Don't forget to get out there an vote today.  Do it before work if you must.  Just vote!  It's important. Your vote counts.  I truly believe that.

Go!

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Glorious authorness!

Other than RT, I don’t get out much when it comes to writing, meeting authors, etc.  Last Saturday, I spent the afternoon with Alicia Ripley, Holly Gaskin and Joseph Sweet, all brilliantly talented authors.  This Saturday I attended a workshop by Maggie Shayne at Central NY’s RWA chapter.  Maggie spoke about the journey of her career.  What a brilliant, inspiring author!