NaNoWriMo is here. Can’t blog now. Too busy writing.
It’s been a long time since my last post. Not because I didn’t have anything to say, but because I didn’t know how to say it. 2013 has been hard. Kick in you the crotch and piss on your neck hard. I needed to clear my head before trying to connect with other people.
After a few months away, I’m ready to rejoin the living. Out with the old and in with the new! Insert-positive-outlook-new-beginning-cliché-of-your-choice-here!
The point is that I’m ready to move, so strap in and hold on to your assless chaps!
If you don’t own ass-less chaps, then WHY THE HELL NOT?
1. What is the working title of your book?
2. Who or what inspired you to write this book?
A couple of years ago, I learned that UNESCO (United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization) lists my native language—Choctaw—as vulnerable to extinction, joining the list of the estimated 300 languages spoken in North America before the arrival of Christopher Columbus that are endangered or extinct.
This knowledge left me feeling sad, lonely, and more than a little angry. But it also left me with a curious question: What would I do, sacrifice, to save my race from extinction?
And Wildling was born. The story itself has changed a lot since I started playing around with the idea, but I like to think that part of the original inspiration is still present.
3. What genre does your book fall under?
4. What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?
A member of a nearly extinct magical race strives to protect a human child from various factions, including one led by another of her kind who is determined to kill the boy before he can be used to destroy the world.
5. Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?
Jessica Szohr – Mia Twinblades
When Mia stumbles upon a murder and kidnapping in progress, she finds herself caught up in a conspiracy of slavery and political intrigue. She must choose between the man she could come dangerously close to loving and the child that has captured her heart before her indecision destroys them all.
Noah Gray-Cabey – Connor
Intelligent and curious, Connor’s talent for boosting magic makes him a prize worth killing for.
Sir Michael Gambon – Lachlan Dilwyn
An ex-priest born with the gift of healing, Lachlan lost his magical abilities when he chose wine over his religion.
Henry Simmons – Luc Excer
A telepathic prince banished from his kingdom, Luc is determined to rescue his younger brother from Vadim and Irina at all costs, even if it means betraying his friends.
Gilles Marini – Vadim Aranka
Old and immensely powerful, Vadim is torn between his feelings for Mia and doing what he knows to be right. Connor’s very existence puts the kingdom in jeopardy. But will Mia forgive him for doing what needs to be done?
Blake Lively – Irina Aranka
As Vadim’s ward, Irina has been in love with him since she was a child. Now, with the ultimate tool within her grasp, she’s bent on having him for her own. And nothing, not even his growing feelings for Mia Twinblades, is going to stop her.
6. Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?
I intend to seek representation and traditional publishing.
7. How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?
Two to three months. The revision process is taking much, much longer.
8. What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?
An excerpt, maybe?
Cheval lunged forward and drove his sword into the old woman’s back. Blood splattered the boy’s horrified face. The grey haired woman crumpled to the ground.
Taking advantage of the distraction, Mia dove between Grimm’s legs, barely avoiding his claws. She rolled to her feet, spun around, and vaulted onto his shoulders. Putting one hand on top of his head and the other beneath his jaw, she twisted with all of her strength. The sound of Grimm’s neck snapping reverberated through the alley. He collapsed beneath her, already reverting to his human form.
Strangely disappointed now that the fight was over, she climbed to her feet and looked up just in time to see Cheval fire a crossbow. The arrow struck her in the chest, the force of it knocking her into the wall. She felt a brief sensation of rotten planks crumbling under her weight, and then she fell backward into the building. She lay there—unable to breathe, let alone scream—and stared up at the sky through the holes in the ceiling. The moon hadn’t even risen yet, but it was already shaping up to be a shitty night.
Then the roof came down on top of her.
9. Now comes the part where I’m supposed to tag other authors.
I’m not going to do that this time because I’m lazy. So, any of you out there working on new projects and would like to share, consider yourselves tagged! 🙂
WHAT’S PLAYING: Soul Asylum “Runaway Train”
To those who fought—and still fight—for the rights most of us take for granted, thank you.
We’ve come so far, but have such a long way to go.