One of the oldest Science Fiction (etc.) Conventions is Dragon Con. The nominations for Dragon Con Awards are out. I want to urge you to register to vote. Then, vote! If I may influence you on a couple of votes. Best Paranormal Fiction: I would suggest Dangerous Ways by R.R. Virdi. I really enjoyed this book and it’s worthy of this award. I should note that this is his second nomination. The other book I would recommend is A Change in Crime by D. R. Perry in the Alternate History Category.
So, how do you sign up to vote? Go to the Dragon Awards Voting Sign Up Page and fill out the form. Then, when you get the form, vote! Both of those authors I recommended are good indie authors, and we need to support them!
One of the independent authors I really like is E. A. Copen. Her main series is an Urban Fantasy look at a world where Supernatural Beings are herded onto a reservation in West Texas. The Judah Black novels are a lot of fun. Ann Shannon had a great interview with Copen on her blog. Rather than trying to recreate the interview, I’m going to share a little bit of the beginning and then send you over to Ann’s blog. Get to know E. A. and look into her writings! (You even have a chance to win a free Kindle version of one of her books!)
EA Copen is a time traveler who’s been writing since she was three. She exists, not only on our timeline, but also in Ancient Rome where she’s called Pompeia Furia.
Hi and welcome to the launch of the Indie Author BLT Spotlight. If you are here, you are helping to launch a brand new way to appreciate Indie Authors for all their hard work. I will be spotlighting a new author each month, they will always be Indie or small press authors, though my focus is on Indies. Each month you’ll get to know my featured author, how they came to be an author, how they approach their craft and many other exciting facts. You’ll also be eligible for a sweepstakes in which I’ll give away one or more of their books so you can sample their work! What could be more exciting than that?
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EA Copen is a breakout Indie author of 2016.
She’s the author of four books with a fifth and sixth set for release later this year. In 2016 she published her first book on April 1, her second book on July 8 and her third on November 4. Let me reassure you, they are all powerhouses that will keep your eyes glued to the pages as you stay up long past your bedtime. I got a chance to chat with her for a bit and this is what I learned about her. Sit down, pour yourself a drink, wine if you want to join her in ancient Rome while you visit, and enjoy getting to know an Indie author that is well worth your time.
Head over to Ann’s blog to read the full story.
400 words a day – can you do it? If so, this is the writing challenge for you. I did this in January, had to skip February, and did it again in March. It’s a fun challenge and you get to meet some nice people on-line. Check it out!
For the past few weeks, writers participating in the Any Good Thing Writing Challenge have been pumping out words–400 x 5 days per week per person. While the March results aren’t in yet, here are the results of February’s Writing Challenge:
Folks who wrote 5 out of 7 days produced, on average, 13,698 words.
Our “highest volume” writer generated 16,432 words.
Our “most consistent” writer wrote for 25 days out of the month–blowing past the expectation of 20 days. This writer basically squeezed an extra week of writing into the month.
Our “highest daily average” was 1040 words.
Our group daily mean was 627 words per day of writing.
The prompt this week for the #WOW555 contest is “write about what comes out of the shadows when the world outside goes quiet.” So, I didn’t focus a lot on the quiet part, but I did try to take a different look at the shadows. Perhaps you can relate..
Jose hated walking home at night. Ever since he was young he had feared the shadows. He knew there was something lurking in the shadows, watching him, just waiting to spring. He looked back, thinking he had seen something move in the alleyway that he just passed. Nothing was moving. He stared into the dark, willing whatever spirit or force that might be hiding to come out.
His gaze was interrupted by the clash of the trash can and the grunt of the man who had tripped over it. Jose pivoted to take in the scene. He saw him sprawled on the ground. He began stooping to help the poor guy when his heart stopped. He saw the knife just a foot away from the bad guy. He hadn’t heard the clatter because the trash can had drowned it out. He kicked the knife back towards the direction he had come and sprinted towards home. He didn’t want to be around when would be thief got up.
“It’s funny, isn’t it Clarence,” a voice from the shadows whispered.
Clarence nodded. “Yes Joseph, it is,” he replied. “Why can’t I just let him know?”
“You know the rules,” Joseph said.
Clarence nodded. Not that anyone but Joseph could see him. Jose seemed more adept than most at recognizing some sort of presence. Still they lurked in the shadows because sometimes children walked along with their parents and children were more likely to see them.
Clarence looked down at the would-be mugger who was getting up. He rubbed his shin and looked back at the trash can like he was trying to figure out how it had moved. He shook his head, grabbed his knife, and stuffed it in his pants. Then he slithered back into the shadows awaiting his next opportunity.
Clarence looked through the mugger at Joseph and raised an eyebrow.
“No! There are rules!” Joseph admonished him. “Now, follow Jose and protect him!”
Clarence looked up at some boxes on the fire escape wistfully and sighed. Then he flitted through the shadows to catch up to his charge. “I guess it’s true that keeping up with him is a full time job,” he sighed as he caught up to Jose and caused him to stumble.
Jose caught himself in the stumble and finally stopped running to take a breath. The car whizzing down the street paid no attention to the stop sign that would have prevented him from running into Jose. Jose’s eyes widened in fear; then he wiped his brow and chuckled. “My guardian angel must be working overtime tonight!” He looked carefully and crossed the street and headed home.
Clarence looked at Joseph and raised his eyebrows.
“No, Clarence, you still don’t get time and a half.” Then, Joseph laughed. “You did ok. Watch over him tonight on your own. I have a few new G.A.s to train.”
Anyone else think their Guardian Angel must be working overtime to keep you safe?
It’s time to read and vote. Head on over to Write on Wendy, read and enjoy the stories, and add your vote.
The prompt for #WOW555 this week deals with the timeless nature of death and I took a far different tack than I normally take. This week, I wrote about a condemned prisoner getting ready to die. He has become comfortable with the inevitable nature of death and finds humor that others don’t. I also used poetry as the way to convey it – even though it’s non-rhyming…
Ready for Forever
Staring at the wall
Gray, flat, boring.
I sit on my bed and wonder
“Is there anything more?”
Some never know
Some see him come
“Which would be better”
I thought with a smile
“How could we compare?”
And then I frowned and pondered
“What if there’s a place to do that?”
I started laughing
Lightly at first
But then enough to annoy
And the guards came running
To see what I had done
They saw me with a silly smile
And scowled at me.
“Hey boy! Whatcha doin there?”
They wouldn’t understand
They couldn’t see him like I could
They would be surprised
I’d be seeing him soon.
I didn’t fear him anymore
I was at peace
Funny that I would be
And they would be so troubled.
It’s funny how
Makes it easier to accept
While ignorance breeds fear
“Then stop the laughing!”
They broke into my thoughts
I turned to them and smiled
They recoiled as if in danger
“I know,” I said
“I’m meeting death tonight.
While you have no clue
When you will too.”
Death takes all
He is not biased
No matter the color
No matter how good or bad
I would soon have
And be introduced
Face to face
I wonder if
I’ll slip away
And be welcome
At the party forever