On this day, two years ago, we held our first Writers’ Circle meeting. Since then, we’ve more than doubled our numbers and created a Skype-In option for out-of-town (or out-of-country) members. The amount of improvement I’ve seen in everyone, myself included, warms my heart in a way I can’t describe. All I know is that I’m so thankful for the group and all the participants who continue to bring their A Game each and every time they come.
It isn’t easy to show your work to people, even close friends. But the Bonavisters don’t play it safe. They put out weird experimental pieces, write outside their normal genre and age range, and even try out mediums they’ve never touched before like slam poetry. Sometimes it flies and sometimes it doesn’t but if they fear the red pen they sure as hell don’t show it.
There’s an immense sense of security that comes with knowing my friends won’t let me put out garbage. I can rest easy knowing that they will catch my flaws and help me fix them. I have learned so much, and I am grateful.
So here’s to two wonderful years and many more to come. Skald!
Jamie Wyman’s Kickstarter for Unveiled is funded! Thanks so much to everyone who supported her either financially or by boosting the signal. Now we get to read the sequel to Wild Card!
In other news, chapter 4 of Blood of Midnight: A Hollow Vengeance is completed. I’m moving right along with the novel as scheduled. If I keep up this pace, it may even be done before winter. Wouldn’t that be great? Yaaay!
Stay awesome y’all!
Just a quick note to tell y’all that I’ve finished the first draft of chapter 3 of Hollow Vengeance. Woohoo! I’m already liking how the story is shaping up.
Also, speaking of sequels, if you have a minute, I’d strongly suggest taking a look at Jamie Wyman’s Kickstarter to fund the second book of her series. I’ve read the first book Wild Card and I neeeeeeed to find out what happens! With six days left on the counter, she needs only a little more for this book to become a reality. That’s such a small sum. Let’s help her!
Author’s Note: Here’s a short story that I submitted to the Writers’ Circle this past weekend. It was pretty well received and I liked it enough to revise it and share for your reading enjoyment. This short is based in the same world as a novel I currently have on the backburner to work on when I don’t feel like tinkering with Blood of Midnight. Got to keep those writing muscles in shape and a change is as good as a rest! Hope you like it.
“We don’t serve his kind in here,” the barkeep said, jabbing a stubby finger in Arkan’s direction.
Kierendros looked at his travelling companion and frowned. Ordinarily, he’d have exercised his right as prince of Endar to put the man in his place but their mission required secrecy. Without his crown and sigil, his word held no power, especially not here in Eastern Gar. Alder-Venian outposts littered the coast like clots of seaweed after a storm.
The dark elf blinked slowly, making no move aside from white lashes falling over cerulean eyes, but the inn quieted as though he’d drawn blades. The patrons nearby shifted their chairs away from him. Arkan stepped close to him and whispered in his ear.
“My Lord, all is well. I can wait outside.” Continue reading “A Setup – A Short Story”
Today’s bureaucratic battle: I need an ITIN to ensure that the IRS doesn’t withold 30 percent of my profits from my book sales to the US. To get that, I need to send a certified true copy of my passport. To get a certified true copy of my passport, I need to pay 45 bucks to the passport office, in person, with two forms of photo ID and for some unexplained reason two photos, one of which is signed by a guarantor.
Have questions? So do I. Unfortunately, the passport offices are closed for Easter Monday. DAMMIT! *facedesk* I just want to write books! Is that too much to ask!?
Just wanted to let y’all know that the short story I am The Way has been edited and updated and is now much better than first posting. Thanks to my writer friends for the assist!
Woop woop! Finished the first draft of chapter two of Blood of Midnight: A Hollow Vengeance. It needs some editing but stands up well enough for me to continue on with chapter 3.
Also, my short story I Am The Way, received some more edits from my writer buddies so I will probably upload a more polished version of it soonish.
That’s all for now. Ethan out.
Thank you to Lofnbard for showing me this little gem. So many hours of fun!
Warning: may cause several lost hours of browsing TV Tropes.
As promised, here is a short story from a novel I currently have on the backburner. It is also a fantasy world and here I have begun playing with different systems of magic and new ideas. Hope you enjoy. Note, this piece was updated April 17th with some edits to smooth it out. Thanks to my writer buddies for the additional polish!
I am the Way
A group of ten second-year students and their two mentors gather in the auditorium, close enough to see clearly and far enough away should something go awry. Demonstration days are always difficult. I’m always afraid I’m going to explode myself and scar some poor apprentices for life. They’re warned that this particular spell is dangerous, but you really cannot understand until you’ve seen a man botch his cast. It looks and smells like the floor of a slaughterhouse at the end of the day. I know the faculty wants to deter apprentices from experimenting with magic above their level, but I think this is too young to be exposed to master-level workings.
I remember those white robes fondly. When I was an apprentice, I thought masters were presented with black robes as a mark of their achievement. Now I know better. it’s because you can’t get the stains out. I bought black ones less than a year after graduation.
I stand with my hands tucked into my sleeves, gazing up at the diffused glow from the skylight while Master Yousef gives a short lecture. The room is completely clear of any furniture, papers, and other items. The echoes of the mentor’s voice bounce crisply off the bare stone. Continue reading “I am the Way – A Short Story”
Here it is folks! Sorry for the delay. Many thanks go out to my writer buddies who vetted this for me and got it up to snuff. Hope you enjoy.
When Casey Met Staruff
Casey choked mid-snore and coughed out a mouthful of woolly yak hair, realizing he’d fallen asleep on Boob’s back again. The giant sat up in the saddle and rubbed his face, trying to slap some wakefulness back into his brain. The cold wind whipping over the shoulders of Mount Yarrowmane helped with his efforts. The lichen-littered boulder beside him was the same dark basalt as all the others, standing as islands in the long golden grass of the high plain. He wondered if the yak had even moved from this spot.
The massive animal under him, named for the big dark spot in the middle of his creamy head, shifted his stance and continued cropping at the long grass. Casey looked up at the sun, veiled by the brooding clouds. How long had it been since he’d dozed off? It was hard to determine how far it had proceeded, especially since he couldn’t remember where it had been when he’d last looked up.
It had been long enough for his ass to go numb, at least. He swung his stiff leg over the saddle horn and jumped off to stretch. It was usually useless to keep track of time given that nothing of note would happen until one of his brothers came up to relieve his watch with ale and food. He leaned his forehead against Boob’s shoulder and sighed; another grey day. The wind slid icy fingers up his neck and he pulled up the fox-fur mantle to stave off the chill. Soon it would be winter and the plains would be a misery of cold, driving rain and irritable yaks. The animals ate far too much to keep them in corral for months.
Continue reading “When Casey Met Staruff – A Short Story”