Showing posts from February, 2013

Clifford and Claire, Scene 2

   Yeah, keeping up a regular blog is kind of a pain, especially when you really want to spend your time writing. (Not that blogging isn’t a form of writing. It’s just not the kind of writing I’d prefer to be doing.) Anyway, as I promised in my last post, I’ve decided to cheat for a few weeks and post a series of scenes from Red Wolf Rising. That way I won’t have to come up with a new idea each time, avoiding the increasing probability it will be a lame one.   So, picking up where we left off last time, here’s how Clifford Crane and Claire Deerfoot first met… The image of his eyes swam before her vision as she darted through the trees. Even through the thick lenses of the glasses he wore she could see they were a soft brown, kind and intelligent, with a pervasive sadness that she had expected. And now she knew the source of the sadness. There was a wolf trapped inside him, with no way to get out. And it was a special kind of wolf, like no other she’d encountered throu

Clifford and Claire, Scene 1

  Hi, folks. I’ve been remiss in my blogging lately. It’s because I’ve been working on the final book in the Red Wolf trilogy, Red Wolf Rising . Therefore, I won’t apologize. Instead, I’ll share with you a little of what I’ve been writing.   From the first beta reader of The Draculata Nest , folks have asked for more of the back story of the relationship between Clifford and Claire, his deceased lover, the one responsible for turning him into a werewolf. Then, in The Dragon of Doughton Park, there’s that surprise ending that makes you wonder…     In Red Wolf Rising , Clifford and Claire’s story will be told in a series of flashbacks while… (whoops, can’t reveal that, yet). Anyway, over the next few weeks I’ll give y’all a sneak preview of their first encounter. Here’s scene one. Clifford, during an early morning jog, has nearly run into a large white “dog”…   Clifford Crane stood rock-still, staring into the underbrush at the side of the trail into which the huge white dog

They're Called Milkshakes, Dear

  It’s St. Valentines Day, and before I go any further I should send out as much love as I can possibly muster to all my friends and readers out there who take the time to follow my antics on this blog! You guys rock. I can’t say it enough.     That being said…   I don’t usually do V Day. At this point in my life I’ve become a bit jaded to romance. I find it much more fun to write about than to deal with in reality, so on February 14 each year I usually hunker down somewhere and try to ignore the hoopla. But Caribou Coffee is running a 2-for-1 special to celebrate, so here I am working on the third chapter of Red Wolf Rising and observing the couples come and go. Even if I can’t embrace it, I have to acknowledge there is something in the air.    Or maybe it’s just the caffeine buzz.    This is the one day a year set aside to pay homage to significant other in our lives, to make them feel extra special, and, if the following conversation over breakfast with a friend,

Do We Ever Get Over That First Crush?

  I’m on Cloud Nine, folks, absolutely giddy over the four-and-a-half-out-of-five “fangs” review of Dragon posted by paranormal author, Kristy Berridge, on her blog a few days ago. Click the link under her picture to check it out…                                                                   Kristy's Review       How about that? Yeah, I’m still dancing around days later, even though it’s not the highest-rated review I’ve had for this book (in fact, it’s the lowest, but, never mind, that’s not the point). Why? Well, I’m ‘a tell you why, right now.     I’ve been waiting for this review for a while, with more than the usual trepidation. (I actually wrote most of this blog post over a month ago, when I first realized what was going on.) You see, when I published my first novel in 2011, I was introduced to Kristy’s blog and was impressed with her clever postings and conscientious reviews. I read and reviewed her novel, The Hunted, which I enjoyed. I gave her a copy of my

Tags, Labels, and Adult Content

February 1, 2013 11:00 pm   Smashwords is cool…   … to follow up on a theme from the last post…    As you might remember, I’ve been formatting and publishing on Smashwords the last few weeks. Well, I got The Dragon of Doughton Park on there with premium catalog status last week (the link is below if you want to check it out), and I had to immediately face some personal issues… again.   When you self-publish, you have to describe your work and tag and label it so your prospective audience can find it. For me, it’s a necessary evil, because I hate putting a label on anything, especially myself or my work.    It’s natural for the human mind to categorize and stereotype. We need to do something to try and make sense and order in a chaotic universe. We almost have to do it to others to keep from going insane, but nobody likes to have it done to them.    Quite a dilemma, huh?    After struggling to write a short description (under 400 characters) and agonizing over whic