Just a few more recent pics. Here’s the nearly-full moon on June 30, and the Venus-Jupiter conjunction that same night (basically the moon was to the south, and I turned around to face west-northwest to see the conjunction). The brighter of the two planets is Venus. Even though Jupiter is MUCH larger, it’s so much further away it looks smaller.
Going into our third straight week of temps in the upper 90s. This is crazy, this is Oregon. It shouldn’t be allowed. Wonder if the crazy old coot down the street feels silly about his “Stop Global Cooling” bumper sticker yet?
I think I gave myself heat exhaustion yesterday. Went out kind of midday, which I thought would have been ok, and mowed the yard, washed the car, and watered the veggie garden. Apparently it was already too hot because I felt really ill later. I brought water out with me, but forgot to stop and drink it often enough, I guess. Be careful out there.
In writing news, I’m making slow progress on the Revenants Abroad sequel, and also working on a couple other things. I probably shouldn’t split my focus, but when you get an idea you need to write it down. Or at least I do.
I can’t help thinking of this every time I see balloons up.
Never thought I’d see the day, but I approved the proof on CreateSpace moments ago, which means Revenants Abroad is officially available in paper through the CreateSpace store! It said it’ll be 2-3 days before it’s up on the main Amazon.com site, I have no idea why. It is still, and will remain, available for Kindle and for KindleUnlimited. I’m going to order a few copies for giveaways and for those who’ve requested signed copies. I have to say wanting a signed copy strikes me as surreal in the extreme. All I can say is I have the best friends who think more of me than I deserve. Thanks you guys, love you all.
Links updated 3 June 2015
I want to sincerely thank everyone who downloaded the ebook of Revenants Abroad over the holiday weekend! I hope you will enjoy it.
And the new proof copy of the paperback arrived today, and while the color is not quite as rich and bold as the electronic version for the ebook, it is lighter and you can see all the detail in the art, which is what I wanted. So… since all the pages seem to be present, and everything looks right, I will be approving the proof, and should have paper copies available on Amazon in the next few days! :::faints::: Honestly I was afraid to open the package when it arrived today. I think if it had looked the same as before I would have… well, I don’t know what I would have done. But it wouldn’t have been pretty.
The ebook is still available via KindleSelect, so if you have KindleUnlimited it’s still free for you. Otherwise it’s back to $2.99 now. The paper copy will be priced at $12.99. I couldn’t go much lower or I would have owed money to Amazon every time it sold. BUT… I’m thinking of doing some giveaways so stay tuned, or sign up for my newsletter. I won’t be sending that out ,more than about once every 3 months or so, so don’t worry about me flooding your inbox. Sign up here if you’d like to be included.
I’m making Revenants Abroad free for the long holiday weekend on Amazon! If you’ve put off buying it, now’s your chance to get it. The free promotion is scheduled to run Friday, May 22-Monday, May 25. Amazon warns there may be a slight time delay as to when it begins or ends, but there should be enough of a window in there that’s not in question. I do hope you’ll take advantage of the offer, and get to know the gang. Of course, if you have kindleunlimited, you can read it any time.
I’m making slow progress, but still progress, on the sequel. Thanks to everyone for their patience and understanding. When you’re working a day job with a long commute it’s not always possible to crank out thousands of words a day. Believe me, no one is more frustrated about that than I am. I’ve got four days off this weekend for Memorial Day so I’ll be spending as much of that as possible writing. Joy! Truly, I am happiest when I’m writing.
Anyway, herewith a few pics from the last couple of days.
The good news is: paper copies of Revenants Abroad are back on! I finally caved and contacted my cover artist, Jason Juta, and he graciously said he’d provide me a lighter version of the cover at no charge. I love this guy so hard. I felt bad going back to ask him for yet another change (of course I intended to pay him, but still) because I know he’s busy. He graciously said he’d do it gratis, since it’ll only take him about 30 seconds to lighten the image up. If the book ever really takes off, I’ll be throwing a few extra dollars his way, believe you me.
If all goes according to plan, the paper copies should be available in a couple of weeks. Once I get the file from Jason, I need to upload it to CS, and get another proof copy to make sure they don’t hose it up again. Those of you holding out hope for a paper copy shouldn’t have long to wait now.
The advantage to publishing paper books via CreateSpace is that it’s no charge, unless you hire them for design, edit, and marketing. It’s not cheap. “Custom covers” from them are $399 (starting with a stock image), a custom cover ‘Premier’ is $599, and still starts with a stock image. After the customer support I’ve experienced (essentially, none), I don’t think I’d trust them with something this important. So the disadvantage to going through them rather than another self-publishing route that would charge hundreds or thousands of dollars is lack of support. Also, while some bookstores will now stock self-published books, those same bookstores are often not happy about stocking books pubbed through CS, as Amazon takes a bigger cut of sales.
So, if you’re going to self-publish hard/paper copies of your book, do your homework. There are so many options it makes my head spin. That’s one reason I decided to use CreateSpace. I basically had everything (electronic files, cover art) and not a lot of cash up front.
And here are some of my latest shots, just for fun.
Just to let everyone know, I’ve pulled Revenants Abroad off Smashwords, so that includes Kobo, and Barnes and Noble, etc (Scribd, Oyster, Flipkart). It was proving to be a dead end. I’ve chosen instead to go with Amazon’s KDP Select because I think it will provided greater visibility and will make the book available via Kindle Unlimited to those who have that. I don’t actually know how that works since I don’t have a Kindle, but I’m sure those of you who do, do. See?
Hope you like it!
Six hours of bad roads from Montreal to Tupper Lake felt like a week and a half, but neither the old house nor the solemn solitary figure standing in the driveway looked at all inviting to Anne-Marie.
“This is it. Wait here a minute while I make sure everything’s ok.” Andrej parked, opened the door and got out. He walked up to the waiting figure who shook his hand.
“I had no idea traveling could be this painful.” Anne-Marie tried to stretch her back, twisting and turning while she waited with Neko inside the car as Andrej spoke with the man. The guy was young, strikingly handsome with a square jaw and shaggy black hair, but he had a cocky belligerent air that chased away any thoughts of confederacy with him.
“What the hell is going on?”
Neko heaved a sigh. “These guys-it’s just their way. They want to be sure we’re the people they expected.”
“Who else would we be? How many people drive all the way out here? And who is that guy?”
“A pain in my ass. I’ll explain later. Come on, looks like we’ve cleared customs.”
The man had nodded and Andrej turned and motioned for them to join him. Neko hopped out first and opened Anne-Marie’s door for her, and together they walked up the driveway. Andrej put his arm around Anne-Marie’s shoulder, pulling her close.
“Jimmy, I’d like to introduce Anne-Marie. And of course you know Neko.”
Jimmy looked at Anne-Marie while he held out his hand to her. As he and Neko shook hands neither one spoke. He turned back to Andrej with a sidelong glance at Anne-Marie, making her feel more like an intruder than she already did.
“Come on inside. Gaston’s resting, he’ll be up later.”
They trudged up the muddy driveway to the wooden steps of the front porch that were nearly bare of paint.With an exaggerated swagger, Jimmy pulled the screen door open and held it, indicating for Andrej and the others to enter.
As Anne-Marie walked in he said, “Anne-Marie, is it? You don’t look like an Anne-Marie. Sounds like a nice Catholic girl kind of name.”
She stopped and looked him up and down. “Jimmy, is it? You don’t strike me as too bright, trying to pick a fight the minute we get here.”
“Listen, bitch, we don’t need you here…” he started, but in less time than it took for him to turn his head to her, Neko had him by the throat, pinned against the house, choking him.
“Don’t piss me off you little shit. I’ve been waiting to do this for a long time.”
“Neko, let him go. Now.” The command came from inside. It was woman’s voice, strong and steady.
Neko snarled and pulled his hand off Jimmy’s throat, letting him fall to the floor, gasping for air.
“You touch him again and you’re out of here, all of you.”
The woman speaking came out on the porch. Her gray hair was gathered in a loose soft bun, and old-fashioned glasses set off a stern face. It was not an unkind face, but she clearly didn’t take guff from anyone, human or vampire. Andrej stood behind her, eyebrows raised, watching Neko.
The woman kept her eyes on Neko as she said, “Jimmy, why don’t you go check on the truck? I may need to go to town later.”
Jimmy pushed himself up off the porch floor, rubbing his throat. He shot a murderous look at Neko, then walked off down the porch and around the house.
“Neko, let’s get something straight. If you want to stay here, and you want our help, you will not lay a finger for any reason on any of my people. Are we clear?”
“He should know better than to insult my friends.”
“Jimmy was out of line. I’ll talk to him. But if you touch him again you’re out of here. I can’t have you killing off my coven, if you want our help.”
Neko shook himself, trying to subdue his own rage. Anne-Marie watched him, wide-eyed. He saw her looking at him, and hung his head. “I’m sorry,” he said.
The woman turned to Anne-Marie and gave her a motherly smile. “And I’m sorry we got started off like this. I’m Sylvia. Come on in and make yourselves comfortable and I’ll get tea.”
Neko made a sour face, but waited until Sylvia was out of the room before saying, “Hope she’s got something stronger.”
Andrej put a hand on his shoulder. “I think it’s BYOB here these days.”
With a sound of disgust, Neko shook his head. “How long did you plan on staying here?”
“No longer than we have to.” He turned to Anne-Marie. “I’m sorry about that guy. If he gives you any trouble, let me know.”
“Don’t worry about me. I’ve dealt with worse than him.”
Neko laughed. “That’s our girl.”
The house was decorated, if you could call it that, with a hodge-podge of mismatched furniture, all well-worn and somewhat battered. The house itself was what interested Anne-Marie most. The old farmhouse dated back to the mid-nineteenth century, and had suffered little updating over the years. Apparently repairs were carried out only when something broke or became unlivable. Even the glass in the many windows looked to be original and had become rippled with time. A large bay window in the living room looked out to the west side of the property. The woodwork and double-hung sash windows looked original.
Sylvia returned carrying a tray laden with mugs and a pot of tea.
“Neko, I don’t suppose you’d care for any,” she said, pouring tea into each of the mugs.
“Thanks, I’ll pass.”
“What are you two planning to do for food while you’re here?”
Neko looked at Andrej.
“We can take care of that, don’t worry,” Andrej said.
“You know we’re all out of bounds, right? We can’t work to protect you if we’re weakened in any way.”
Andrej nodded. “Of course, we understand. Even Anne-Marie is out of the question.”
“Unless it’s an emergency,” Anne-Marie said.
Sylvia raised one eyebrow, looking from Anne-Marie to Andrej. Andrej shook his head slightly, and Anne-Marie knew she’d made a mistake.
“Don’t worry,” Anne-Marie said, “it’s not a regular thing.”
Sylvia cleared her throat, poured a cup of tea, and passed it to Anne-Marie. “Well, whatever you decide among yourselves is your business.”
“Syl, you know me better than that,” Andrej said. He stood next to one of the windows, looking out towards the woods behind the house.
“How long have you two known each other?” Anne-Marie looked from one to the other.
“All my life,” Sylvia said. “He knew my parents before that. When I was little I even called him ‘Uncle Andy.’”
“Really?” Anne-Marie laughed. “How is it you’ve never mentioned that particular factoid?”
Andrej made a face at her.
Sylvia leaned toward Anne-Marie with a smile and said, “He’s always been very tight-lipped.”
“That’s true enough. But you have to admit lots of things have happened in my life, we’ve hardly had time to talk about everything,” Andrej said.
“That is a lot of ground to cover.” Sylvia leaned back with her tea, looking around at each of them in turn.
“So where’s Gaston?” Neko asked.
“He should be down shortly. I didn’t think you’d be so eager to see him.” Sylvia sipped her tea, looking at Neko over the rim of her cup.
“The sooner we get this straightened out the happier I think we’ll all be. Might as well get the show on the road.”
Anne-Marie’s shocked look told him he’d gone too far.
“Sorry, Sylvia. Don’t get me wrong, I fully appreciate what you’re doing for us, and the risk you’re taking, which is why I think the sooner we move on the better.”
“Neko, this isn’t something that’s going to be resolved quickly. I suggest you find a way to accept that you’re likely to be here for some time. Hiding you from Paimon isn’t going to be easy. But you’re right, the sooner we get started the better. And here’s Gaston now.”
A man had appeared in the doorway to the living room, He looked to be about Andrej’s age, but with thick blond hair, and large blue eyes. He was not quite as tall as Andrej, and not quite as slender.
“Andrej, it’s good to see you,” he said with a broad smile.The two met in the center of the room, shook hands, and embraced momentarily.
“Gaston, you’re looking well. Let me introduce Anne-Marie.”
“I’m delighted to make your acquaintance,” Gaston said with a bow,and taking Anne-Marie’s hand he placed a kiss on the back of it. As he stood again he looked past Anne-Marie and saw Neko leaning against the fireplace mantel. With a wink at Anne-Marie he said, “Neko,what a pleasure to see you again.”
Sometimes the soul takes pictures of things it has wished for but never seen. — Anne Sexton
I think that’s what writers do, try to write the pictures they’ve seen with their souls. And probably why nothing ever quite measures up to the vision in our mind’s eye. I know I’m never satisfied with anything I write.
I’ve been reading Word Painting by Rebecca McClanahan, a book I’ve had for many years but never got around to reading. That’s where I ran across the Sexton quote. The book is filled with quotes and anecdotes of writers and artists. I’m only about 50 pages in, but the main message seems to be avoid cliches, make use of the rich language that exists.
Among the many weird and off-the-wall things that cross my mind, I often play a mental game when I drive. It goes something like this:
I pretend Jane Austen is riding shotgun with me, and I get to explain to her the workings of the automobile, traffic, commuting, and we discuss the improvements in modes of transportation from her day to ours.
Jane: “The seats are more comfortable than even Lady Catherine’s barouche box!”
Me: “Oh yeah, we have this stuff called foam now that they put in the seats. It’s a synthetic material.”
Jane: “And this carriage is warm, or cool, as you choose. A vast deal pleasanter when one travels in the winter.”
Me: “Yup. All those knobs and dials pull heat off the engine when you want to warm up the car, or use the cooling system when it’s hot.” Air conditioning takes more time to explain, what with freon and it’s replacement options, and then we have to talk about the ozone and climate change and pollution, which all makes our century sound really bad. But then I get to discuss the advances in medicine and infant mortality rates, and so on.
How would you even begin to explain everything that’s changed between then and now?
And bicycles! I think she would have loved bicycles and the freedom they gave women. Even if originally women were expected to wear seven pounds worth of undergarments (by the 1850s, fourteen pounds of underwear was the norm. Talk about ‘crazypants’).
I bet Lizzie Bennet would have been on one of those in a New York minute if she’d had the chance.
Here Jane’s getting her first driving lesson in the 21st century equivalent of the barouche.
She really liked it; bit of a speed demon that girl. Yeah, I don’t actually own the car either.
So, who’s riding with you?
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