Thursday, August 20, 2015

Creating New Worlds

Posted by: Unknown


The two speculative novels I’ve written took place in our world…well, technically. Of course, our world doesn’t have telekinetic teenagers who are trained by a secret society or healing diseases that turn college students’ eyes purple. I also made up an island off the coast of Maine (Nashquittin) and a college town nestled in the mountains of Virginia (Allan). So yeah, I took a lot of liberties with reality with those books. But, they’re based in our world. The environment, cultures, and politics around them were, for the most part, real.

Recently I embarked on my first full-fledged fantasy. I am working on creating an entirely new world, and, whoa, it is tough! How would a country by the sea relate to a neighboring mountainous country? What’s more valuable, fish and goods from the sea or the minerals mined in the mountains? Who has the upper hand? And what about that largely urban country to their south? What’s going on there?

Our own world’s geopolitical situations are often difficult to keep up with and have many nuances and different perspectives. To make a world feel authentic, it too needs nuance. The relationships need to be complicated and derived from hundreds, if not thousands, of years of history. Perhaps there are even generational divides that work in. And the geography needs to match the culture. Cities should probably be near natural resources, because that’s how populations naturally develop. Or maybe your world has its own Las Vegas or Washington, DC, towns that were intentionally designated and built. But then those histories need to be nodded to as well.

Any who, I’m definitely enjoying thinking through all of these intricacies, but I’m still very much a newbie to all this. I’d love to hear if you have any thoughts or resources related to this? How do you create entirely new worlds?

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Magical Writer Brain

Posted by: Jenn Burke
One of the things I get asked most frequently when people find out I’m a writer is, “Where do you get your ideas?” I think every writer hears the same, though I have a hard time comprehending how someone could not have story ideas brewing in his or her brain all the time. Doesn’t everyone see tales in mundane, every day things?

Or maybe I’m just afflicted with Magical Writer Brain™.

Okay, so the term Magical Writer Brain isn’t really trademarked (I should remedy that), but I think every writer’s got one, even those who don’t write speculative fiction. It’s the kind of brain that looks at the world a little differently, asking why and what if and, most importantly, what then.

It’s a brain where imagination is allowed to ramble when it sees a cop car stopped on the side of the road—and throws out possibilities that may or may not reflect reality. Has the cop pulled over a speeder, or is it a fugitive? Why is he a fugitive? Did he actually commit the crime he’s accused of? Maybe he’s taking the fall for his younger brother, because he’d promised their mother he’d protect him. And so on.

The great thing about Magical Writer Brain is that anyone can develop one. No purchase required! You simply need to feed the brain you’ve got—and food is everywhere. Books, articles, blog posts, pictures, people watching at the mall, news shows on TV, publicized editor prompts…anything can feed your imagination. Start asking yourself questions about these things—why, how, what comes next?

The smallest thing can spawn an idea. Even something as inconsequential as an autocorrect—and I’m not joking. The next series Kelly Jensen and I will be working on came about while we were chatting one day on our phones and a word was unexpectedly autocorrected. It prompted the creation of a new world that we can’t wait to get to.

Another question I hear is, “How do you come up with new ideas?” And the answer is…well, you probably don’t. Don’t get hung up on trying to tell a story that’s never been told before—the likelihood of that is slim. Focus instead on telling your story. Even if it has a tried-and-true trope like “farmboy is a hidden prince” (a story that’s been told in Star Wars and the Belgariad series by David Eddings, and many, many tales in between), no one has ever told that story quite like you would tell it. Trust me.

Be open to ideas, actively seek them out in your everyday life, and when you get them, don’t strangle them with fear of repetition—that’s the key to Magical Writer Brain.

Monday, August 17, 2015

Here Be News

Posted by: Unknown

Member News




Shawna Report: My urban fantasy Raven's Wing won a Gold Medal in the Global E-book Awards!  So very pleased and so very, very proud!





PG Forte: I'm thrilled to reveal the cover and blurb for the newest book in my Children of Night series. Book Six, To Curse the Darkness, is scheduled to release on December 22. 



A little knowledge can be a dangerous thing...

Julie isn’t all that surprised to learn her true heritage. But Armand’s shock drives him away for space to think.

As all hell breaks look at home, Marc is dangerously out of touch on a trip down the coast to find Elise and bring her home—though she insists he’s a fool to trust her.

Julie is determined to go ahead with her plans to probe Georgia’s thoughts for Conrad’s sake, though the knowledge she seeks—and the venom-drenched ritual she must endure to get it—could cost her mind, if not her life.

Warning:  Handle with care. Contents are under pressure. Contains past violence, present violence, future potential violence, including, but by no means limited to, matricide, fratricide…possibly even patricide. In short, pretty much everything you’d expect to find in a multi-generational vampire love story.

Shona Husk: The Outcast Prince (Annwyn book 1) is on sale for $1.99

http://www.shonahusk.com/paranormal-romance/court-of-annwyn/With the last book in the Annwyn series out in September, now is the perfect time to jump in with book 1 :) If you like fairies, scheming, magic mirrors and evil queens check it out:

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The series in order is:
Court of Annwyn
#1 The Outcast Prince
#2 Lord of the Hunt
#2.5 The Changeling Soldier (novella)
#3 To Love a King
Court of the Banished
#3.5 The Tenth Life of Vicki Torres (short story)
#4 The Darkling Lord
#5 Singer of Death
#6 Taming the Assassin

Saturday, August 15, 2015

Feedback Wanted: Read an excerpt from a work in progress

Posted by: Unknown

Hi all! I wanted to post my most recent WIP to gain some feedback. Usually, I write paranormal with a touch of sci-fi. This story, however, is almost entirely sci-fi. Have a look! I would love to know what you think.
THE AWAKENING 



Ground Control to Major Tom
“The first time they tried to grab me, I was not yet self-aware.”
The understatement would have made me laugh considering the cliff-hanging shift in reality I’d just experienced, but this was light-years away from a light-hearted moment. It was a Houston-there’s-a-problem moment, a that’s-no-moon-it’s-a-space-station moment, a the-TRex-got-loose-you-need-to-run moment, except I was the only one in danger. Or, maybe I was the T-Rex?
“You had not engaged your genetics?”
“Not as far as I could remember.” My genetics. They made me sound like a laboratory rat, so clinical, which was par for the course.
The room was as cold and sterile as I’d come to expect from this place. Muted tones in metallic shades of gray were the only colors that entered my line of sight. I fought off the shiver that threatened to trickle down my spine, feeling the chill from the metallic chair, the metallic table, the metallic voice, seeping into my bones. Somehow, letting them see that I was cold felt like letting them win. I wasn’t here by choice but by design.
No one else was in the room, but with nearly a five point G.P.A in high school, neither was I an idiot. Bated breath surrounded me, extra sensory cell membranes in my skin were able to sense the heat escape from multiple bodies on the other side of the wall. I was the isolated mouse being studied under the microscope. Carefully studied. From a distance. They were watching me through the two way mirror feeling a sense of safety and security.
Fools. It was the height of arrogance to think they could control me. They had no idea what they’d created.
“What is your name?” The voice was cold. Hard. Uncaring.
“Jules Malloy.”
“And your age? Education?”
“Twenty-four. BA in Literature, BS in Physics, MA in British Literature, Single Subject Teaching Credential in English. I spent the last two years as a high school English teacher.”
“You are quite accomplished for being so young.”
“School was always easy for me.” It was a shruggable reality. No secret. Most everything had been easy for me, from the academic to the physical. Nothing had given me any real pain except personal relationships. Then I turned downright stupid. My heart contracted painfully making my throat feel suddenly thickened. The drive-by thought threatened to sabotage my composure, so I threw it back in the steel reinforced mental cage where it seethed with quiet pain. Now wasn’t the time.
“And you know the purpose of this recording?”
I arched a brow and gave them a hint of a smile. My message was clear. I didn’t drag myself here.
“Were you informed as to the reason we are having this interview?”
“Is that what this is called? An interview?” How civilized. There was some bite to my voice when I answered, “Yes, I was. To document that experiment AB2067 is alive and well and working to protect Fallions from enemies, both foreign and domestic for as long as I believe it’s necessary to do so.”
“Have you ever been a threat to Fallia?”
“Only to the extent that Fallia has been a threat to me.”
               There was silence. It spoke in deafening tones. “The power you harness is reputed to be beyond your control at times, Juliana. It shouldn’t surprise you that we’re very concerned. We don’t know the extent of your…gifts.”
“Then you heard wrong. I exercise complete control at all times. I know exactly what I’m doing. There has never been an incident that was not precisely intended.”
She’d planted that fear, the bitch. She thought I would have been terminated automatically, a not so petty revenge scheme to get back at me for humiliating her. She wasn’t used to having anyone stare her down, particularly not someone she considered of a lower rank, not in her world. My heart clenched painfully yet again. Thinking about her made my thoughts pitch in yet another direction, one filled with anger, pain, disbelief, and the most humiliating betrayal. It was one I couldn’t afford to indulge in.
I allowed myself a moment to find that perfect image of the sea, rippling with the breeze. Closing my eyes allowed it to crystallize.
“Juliana, do you swear loyalty to Fallia?”
Warm sand between my toes. A blue sky with a few scattered cottony clouds. The steady roar of the waves crashing on shore before racing up the sand toward my feet bringing a refreshing spray of cold salt water to my toasted skin. It was the perfect moment.
I felt the calm return.
               “Juliana!” Impatience tinged the voice coming through the speaker. “Do you swear loyalty to Fallia? Do you promise to always protect and serve Fallia’s interests?”
               I stared at the two-way glass for a moment, pulsing just enough power to my eyes that I could see through the stupid glass and make perfect eye-contact with the prune-lipped stooge who was glaring down at me from the self-constructed ivory tower of his mind. He was just a fucking “yes-man”, but I wasn’t. Giving not an inch, I let him see how little he impressed me. With barely a stir of my finger, because I was getting to be that good, I sent him the mental message that he had dried spit in the corner of his mouth.
               He ignored me.
“I promise to protect and serve my interests. Fallia has yet to earn my loyalty, but if you’re asking whether or not I have ill will toward Fallia, then I can say with all honesty, I have never considered raising arms against you.”
               “You’re making this difficult, Juliana.”
               The name always made me cringe inwardly, but figuring they were trying to get under my skin, I didn’t correct them. With a file on me several inches thick, I wasn’t telling them anything they didn’t already have documentation on. So I said nothing. There was power in silence.  
“We need to know everything about the immediate threat. Begin with the beginning. Leave out no detail.”
Would they make me a target once they had the information I could give them? Opening my mind, extending my inner sensors, I tried to determine what the intent was. While this wasn’t exactly the Ritz, I’d been given reasonable accommodations: food, a bed. It could have been much worse, and I didn’t feel a sense of threat.
I’d come to rely on my intuition. It was all I had in this place.
I took a deep breath and focused, letting my thoughts roll back in time, organize themselves, select and discard events and thoughts before putting a mental thumbtack on the first moment I had a sense that my world had begun tilting on a separate axis.  
               There was a sudden disturbance of air on the other side of the wall, the addition of another heat source. It was him. Because of our connection, I felt him enter the room without having to expend an ounce of energy. My lungs threatened to seize. The heavy weight of my wrath charged forth with the opportunity of annihilating its target. It took a tight mental leash and fierce determination not to show how much this hurt, but I would in no way let him see my pain.
               With the slightest coloring of distaste in my voice and a smirk meant to convey that he would forever be a bastard in my eyes, I offered, “The Golden Boy decided to show up. How timely. Maybe he can fill you in on the details.”

Friday, August 14, 2015

A Chilled Drink, Ice Cream, and a COOL Summer Read

Posted by: Linda Mooney
How many times have you said around February, “I can’t wait for warmer weather”? How many times this month have you said, “I can’t wait for cooler weather”?

I heard that phrase spoken the other day, and it got me to thinking. Reading is mental. We all know that. But why read a book that takes place on the hottest of summer nights when you're already sweltering in triple-digit temperatures? Which made me wonder - what if I picked up a romance novel that takes place in the middle of winter? With the frigid winds blowing around the hero and heroine, would my body translate that suggestion into feeling cooler?

Go ahead. Try out this little experiment and tell me what you find out. I discovered the answer, and you can, too!


Beat the heat! Read about a snowstorm or a wintry Arctic blast! And here are a couple of books to help you get started!

A DIFFERENT YESTERDAY
Sensuous Sci-Fi, Post-Apocalyptic, Futuristic Romance


The Apocalypse.

It didn't come because of man's inhumanity to man. It didn't come from bombs, or plague, or even from aliens descending from outer space. In fact, no one knows what triggered it. And even if they did, there was no way to turn back time.

Only one thing was certain. One evening the sun had grown unexpectedly bigger and hotter, and heat and radiation unlike anything ever experienced washed over the Earth, bathing it in searing rays that devoured over three-quarters of the world's population.

Now the sun is smaller, and it doesn't radiate as much heat as it used to. The world is colder. Food is scarce, and people are fighting to stay alive.

Andrew Michael Tollson, aka "The Silent Wraith", was a man who roamed from settlement to outpost to city, offering his protection from scavengers and renegades. Years ago, right before the sun had exploded, when he had been a boy growing up in a small Texas town, he had felt his first crush for the little tomboy he knew as Jo. Now, as a grown man, he has finally made his way back to his boyhood home to see if Jo is still alive, or if she has been a victim of the Apocalypse. He has to know if the dreams and memories he has harbored were mere fantasies, or if the infatuation he'd felt then has grown into something else, something stronger and more tangible.

JoBeth Wythe was a member of The Triad, three leaders who protected their little settlement, and tried to recall the carefree days before the Apocalypse. All they wanted was the chance at a decent life, with enough food, some shared warmth, and a little hope for the future. She had never forgotten the pudgy little kid who had followed her around when she was growing up, the little boy she called Mikey. Every time she thought of him, it only brought back pain and a wistfulness for a past that no longer existed.

For Drew and Jo, it was only a matter of time before they would be reunited to fight together. To survive together. And to discover that the innocent kisses they had shared as children had grown into a love that would overwhelm them with desire.

Warning!  Contains permanent extreme cold, love everlasting, survivalists, separation, a legend in the making, a brutal mass murder, childhood friends to lovers, and the end of the world as we know it.
 
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BREACHERS #1: HOLT AND MCKENNA
Sensuous Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance


They are the cause of many legends, myths, and fairy tales. And they still live among us.

There are creatures from a parallel world called Breachers who, for hundreds of years, have been inadvertently pulled into our world. They are the truth behind the creatures normally considered to be mythic. Once on Earth, they cannot go back, and those who cannot cope become rabid. Murderers. And when they go berserk, they must be put down.

Jerrod Holt always wondered why he was selected to be part of the secret governmental organization. More perplexing is why his skills as a professional bodyguard are needed.

He discovers his partner assigned to help him bring down a Breacher is the one woman who had caught his eye the moment he saw her at their initial group meeting. Together, he and McKenna travel to Utah to confront a killer beast, not knowing that the terror will be all too real, and too damn close to home.


Warning: Contains smart ass remarks, unbearable cold, a nightmare come to life, toe loss, rabbit farming, a search for the truth, and an unconditional love that defies all boundaries.

Thursday, August 13, 2015

Changing your writing routine

Posted by: Sonya
I’m a stay at home mom to a very energetic three year old girl. When I was pregnant with her, my writing routine didn’t change much. I was still able to stay up late to write. She even kept me company with her late night kicks and flips. After she was born, I needed to sleep while she was asleep, so I was going to bed earlier. “Routine” went out the window, at least as far as writing went.

For the first few months, when she took daytime naps, I frequently did too. Gradually I began to use that time to get back into writing. That worked pretty well for some time, since she napped pretty often. As she grew into a toddler and took fewer naps, I had to adjust again. First it was just two naps a day, now she’s down to one, and sometimes it’s only an hour. Whereas before I wrote mostly at night, with earbuds in and music appropriate for the current manuscript playing, I’ve had to learn to write any time I got the chance. If I can have music playing – great. If the soundtrack is provided by Dora The Explorer – I have to deal with it. If I can sit down and focus entirely on the manuscript – great. If my focus is split between the story and keeping an eye on Kidlette – I deal with it. If I can work for an hour or more – great. If it takes an hour to finish a paragraph because my daughter needs snacks/juice/mommy’s attention – I deal with it.

Break time, Mommy!
And you know what? It’s worked out fine. Instead of looking at it as an interruption to my writing time, I look at it as taking a fun break with my little girl. Every transition has been a little rough at first, but ultimately it’s always worked out. It is easier to write when my daughter is asleep, but I can get a little work in during the day now that she’s old enough to play by herself some. I’ve taken to staying up late again some nights, though I can’t do too many nights in a row of that or I’m too tired to keep up with her. A few times a week I’ll let myself write late at night. The rest of the time I write mostly in the evenings, after she’s gone to bed but before I need to go to bed. My husband is great about helping me get more writing time on the weekends by stepping in and being the go-to parent.

I don’t always have a high daily word count, and I’ve found that I need more time between books to refill the creative well. Balancing writing and parenthood doesn’t always go perfectly smooth, but I’ve learned to roll with it. Next year she’ll go to pre-school for four hours a day and then we’ll both get used to a new routine again.

Changing your writing routine isn't always easy, but sometimes you have no choice. My advice - roll with it. Give yourself time to figure out what works best now, and don't dwell too much on what worked best before. Try different things, take small steps, and don't feel bad if it takes you awhile to get back up to your old daily word count.

Fellow writers, have you had a major life change after you started writing, one that forced a change in how and when you write? Like parenthood, or maybe a new job? How did you manage the transition to a new routine? I’m sure this is something we’ve all been through or will go through at some point. I’d love to hear about your experiences, plus any tips you’d like to share!

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Worldcon is imminent, and Angela will be there!

Posted by: Angela Korra'ti
Next week I’m going to be attending Sasquan, which is the 73rd annual World Science Fiction convention—a.k.a., Worldcon. If you are familiar with the convention culture in SF/F at all, you’ll know that Worldcon is where the Hugos are handed out every year, and that the Hugos are basically the SF/F genre’s Oscars. Or, if you’re familiar with the romance genre, you can think of the Hugos as the SF/F genre’s RITAs.

If you’ve been paying attention to the goings-on in SF/F this year, you may also know that there’s a lot of drama surrounding the Hugos. I’m very aware of it myself. But I’m not going to talk about that in this post. What I am going to talk about are what have been the positive aspects for me of going to Worldcon and conventions in general over the years, and what it’s begun to mean for me as an author starting out as well.

First, a little bit about Worldcon. Like the Olympics, Worldcon gets bid on every year for where it will be held, two years in advance. A lot of the time it’s held in the United States, but not always. This has meant that through much of our adulthood as SF/F fans, Worldcon has served as the major vacation for myself and my wife. Because of Worldcon, we’ve visited several places we might not otherwise have gotten to see: notably, Glasgow and Edinburgh in Scotland, and Tokyo and Yokohama in Japan. We’ve also hit several notable locations within the States—California Worldcons are always a delightful excuse to go to Disneyland, and the Baltimore Worldcon in ’98 got us a chance to go to the Smithsonian.

The cons themselves are also valuable. A Worldcon in the States is a great shot at seeing friends of mine I don’t normally get to see, for one thing; for another, it’s also a chance to actually get to see authors I read and authors I might want to read talk at panels, and to hang out with like-minded fans as well. Sometimes those two groups even intersect! There’s something very, very satisfying in being able to, say, hang out in a room full of fellow Tolkien geeks and chatter about what we think about the Hobbit movies (note: forty-somethings as well as twenty-somethings are down with Unexpectedly Hot Dwarves). Or to talk about the Avengers (and why the hell there isn’t any Black Widow merch). Or to share advice on writing techniques. Or to talk about how the latest discoveries in the solar system will impact SF novels moving forward. The possibilities are endless.

Costumes at a convention are always fun. I’m not a cosplayer; I’m a woman of several talents, but making costumes isn’t one of them. But I very much respect the effort that goes into making costumes, and the best of the best can be found at Worldcon’s Masquerade.

Likewise artwork. It’s very seldom that I have cash to spare to actually buy SF/F-themed art, but walking through the art show at a convention is a joy. There, you can see the actual paintings and prints by a lot of the big names who do SF/F covers, and while the covers are often striking, there’s nothing to compare to seeing the colors pop off of canvas in person.

And speaking of cash to spare: if your wallet is of limited size, beware the dealers’ room. There are generally always multiple book vendors to be found at any given SF/F con, especially Worldcons—we SF/F nerds do love us some overcrowded bookshelves, and there are dozens of vendors that work the cons that are willing to sell us the latest titles to compound the problem! But there are also the weapons-makers, the makers of costume garb, the jewelry makers, the sellers of dice and figurines and rules books and anything else you’d want for a tabletop RPG session, the sellers of branded merchandise for all the big franchises (e.g., Doctor Who and Star Wars). And more.

Since I’m also an amateur musician, I love seeing what music will be offered at a con. Filk, i.e., “science fiction folk music”, has been a mainstay of SF/F cons for decades. It’s introduced me to the likes of Julia Ecklar, Seanan McGuire (who of course has become even more known as an author), Vixy & Tony, Alexander James Adams, S.J. Tucker, and Tom Smith, all of whom are delightful to see perform in person. But geek-friendly music has been expanding considerably, and so I’ve also come to know about Marian Call, the Doubleclicks, Hello the Future!, the PDX Broadsides, and Molly Lewis.

(And of course I’m biased in this regard, but I also have to mention my very own Dara who performs as Crime and the Forces of Evil!)

But in addition to the people you can see performing at conventions, there’s also the opportunity to just whip out your own instruments and play in a filk circle yourself and to take turns singing with others. It’s great fun, and it’s very much a delightful blend of geekery and the idea behind a traditional Irish or Quebecois session—i.e., get a bunch of people together to make music.

Last but definitely not least, now that I’m an author myself, I’ve begun the challenging task of selling my work to convention goers. It’s helped immensely to team up with the good folks of the Northwest Independent Writers Association, who have begun establishing a presence at conventions in the Pacific Northwest over the last few years. When you’re an indie author, it helps a lot to be able to work with fellow indie authors to sell your books.

And this year, NIWA will be at Worldcon—where I’ll be represented along with several other excellent indie authors. If you’ll be at the Sasquan convention in Spokane, come say hi to me at the NIWA table in the dealers’ room, won’t you? This’ll be one of the few yearly opportunities to get a hold of print copies of Faerie Blood and Bone Walker without having to pay shipping charges—not to mention the excellent Bone Walker soundtrack album!

If you won’t be at the convention, but you are a convention goer in general, tell me about your favorite SF/F cons in the comments!

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Angela writes as Angela Highland for Carina Press, and as Angela Korra'ti as an indie! When she's not at conventions, you can find her at angelahighland.com, on Facebook, or on Twitter.
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