Do not read, as children do, to amuse yourself, or like the ambitious, for the purpose of instruction. No, read in order to live. –Gustave Flaubert
Where is human nature so weak as in the bookstore? –Henry Ward Beecher
A mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge. –George R.R. Martin
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At long last, Land of Midnight Days by Katrina Jack is available for purchase from Ecanus Publishing. Currently available in e-book only, a print run is planned sometime in the future, so go! Buy! Make sure it sells enough that I can get my grubby little paws on a physical copy! You can buy it on Amazon and Amazon UK.
But what’s it about? Oh, very well, I’ll tell you.
What would you do if your life was filled with fear: hide, run away – or would you fight back?
In a city at war with itself, Jeremiah Tully already knows how to survive. Now he must learn how to live. Mute from birth, of mixed-race heritage, his only possession a charmed flute, Jeremiah tries to discover where his remarkable talent as a musician will take him.
As Kate says, miss it, miss out.
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The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid. –Jane Austen
If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all. –Oscar Wilde
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Writing, to me, is simply thinking through my fingers. -Isaac Asimov
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That’s right, I’ve finished the revisions! Again! For good (I hope)! And now, a stats breakdown, because I’ve been staring at spreadsheets all day and decided to do one of my own because my spreadsheets are better:
Once again, I’ve printed a hard copy to look over before I get it sent off. Seymour has graciously offered to go over it for me, and I hope he’ll find the time to do it before next year because he is an excellent editor. He just has even less time than me. *sigh*
I could do with a nap in one of these right now!
Photo courtesy of Jessie Harrell via WANA Commons
So tonight, now that all my hard work is done (I hope), I’m going to leave my laptop turned off, pop in a lovely Disney movie, and spend some time with my long-suffering family. They deserve it, I deserve it, and more importantly, my brain needs a rest! Of course, I could always amuse myself by trolling the internet for fun things to post on the ’90s Kid Facebook page. That’s always a fun time! Incidentally, if the nostalgia bug hasn’t bitten you yet, check it out. You may wind up with a severe case. I know I have! 🙂
Okay, time to go. Must load up with good food, good tunes, good drinks, and good rest! After all, I’ve got another vacation coming up, and as anyone who’s followed my previous vacation posts already knows, I’ll be in serious need of a vacation to recover from it, so I had better rest while I can. Happy Tuesday, y’all! ♥
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Hey hey hey, I’ve been interviewed again! This time I owe my thanks to Ed Evans, proprietor of Sisters Noire. Because apparently I can’t shut up, this will be the first part of a multi-part interview, so if you’re interested in hearing more about me blathering on about Lokana and books and writing and such, stay tuned for updates!
Also, check out Sisters Noire. It’s seriously cool stuff.
And now, back to the writing cave. I’ve passed the halfway point of my revisions, so there was some happy dancing done the other night. I’m really looking forward to being done with the edits (or at least with this round of them, anyway) because between the heat, a killer week at work, and all the critical thinking I’m doing in my off hours, I feel like my brain has transformed into a big gray puddle of goo. Said puddle of goo must now think I’ve gone pond-hopping because I’ve been spelling things the British way all day.
And with that, I’ll leave you all with this:
Happy Thursday!
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Photo by Kay Kauffman
We can be the heroes and heroines in our own lives. We can set out upon a quest. We can write our own stories, and within those tales, discover something extraordinary. We can have an extraordinary life. -Tricia Drammeh
I read that about an hour ago and was inspired. This post almost didn’t get published today, but I’ve still got ten more minutes to go before the weekend is officially here and I think I can make it! Anyway, Tricia is a wonderful lady and I highly recommend visiting her blog, where you can find the rest of the post that I quoted above.
Anyway, it’s late, I’m tired, I’ve got boatloads of work to do, and I’ve recently become addicted to Pottermore. If you’re there, let’s be friends! I’m SkyKey6037 and just got sorted into Hufflepuff tonight, so that was pretty cool, although I have to admit I was hoping for either Gryffindor or Ravenclaw. Oh, well.
And now, to the writing cave! Happy weekend, y’all!
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The difference between fiction and reality is that fiction has to make sense. –Tom Clancy
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You know, I’ve had something brewing in the back of my mind for quite a while now as a blog topic and some of the posts I’ve been reading lately on T.L. Tyson’s blog have more or less cemented the idea in my head. However, I’m not sure it’s fully fermented yet and at any rate, I received an email over my lunch break that pretty much blew said idea sky-high. Any thoughts I might have otherwise entertained posting about today were blown to smithereens when I read the following words:
…I’d love to see the whole thing…
My noon hour yesterday was much like many other noon hours at my day job. I grabbed my computer, my wallet, and headed down the street to the local café-type establishment to quiet the beast inside (because yes, my stomach is a snarling, ferocious beast, foaming at the mouth as it waits, ever-impatient, for the victuals that will eventually slide into its gaping maw). I took a seat, ordered my food, and withdrew my laptop from its handy-dandy carrying case to work on my story (and when that failed, to at least continue looking over one of five samples sent to me by a friend for some vicious red-penning). As I was trying to solve a major plot problem (Ha!), a conversation caught my ear. One of the waiters was discussing writing with the gal in the booth behind me. He is a college student majoring in English; she is one of many people who have written a book, only to (likely) have it remain unseen by the masses, covered in dust, and taking up space in her home. “But I sent it to so-and-so – he writes Christian books, you know – and he thought it was very good!” she proclaimed to half the bar, the waiter, and me.
Ignoring the woman, I asked the waiter what he enjoyed writing and what he wanted to do as a writer. He was where my interest lay because he is at that point in his life where he still has the world at his fingertips and anything is possible. Sure, anything is always possible, but at 28 with a husband and four kids, it’s not likely that I’ll be able to study abroad and learn French through immersion or spend a summer backpacking through Germany absorbing local culture anymore. Anyway, he replied that he had wanted to be a novelist and he liked sci-fi, but that he’d been fighting depression and not writing as prolifically as he’d done before. I mentioned that I’d just finished a fantasy novel and that my own depression had made me want to lock myself in my room to write. Naturally, this piqued the woman’s interest, so she turned her curiosity away from the waiter and onto me. “I’m sorry, what do you do?” Click here to find out!
Suddenly they all died. The end. 