I like the illustration, don’t you? The story is told from the point of view of the one with all the tentacles…
I’m participating in a Facebook Party for a new release of The Roar of Smoke, a book by Candace Carrabus.
Every half-hour, from 12:00 – 8:00 EDT, a new author will join the Facebook page and offer prizes and ask a question/sponsor a discussion. The winners of the prizes will be picked from the participants.
I’ll be on from 4:00-4:30 CDT (5:00-5:30 EDT), and I’ll be giving away 5 ebooks of To Carry the Horn, the first book in The Hounds of Annwn series. If you already happen to have that, I’ll be glad to substitute any other book, or the next one to be published.
Lots and lots of books being given away — go check it out!
Some procrastinations are grasped gratefully, on the grounds that at least something is being achieved, even if it’s not writing.
Rebuilding eight websites to comply with Google’s “mobile-ready” imperative falls into that category. Which led me to update my BlueRose website, which led me to clean up the 2000 tunes that live therein, buy an iPad so I could throw away my music binders, fix all the metadata for 2000 files, etc. Three weeks later, my obsessive nature is gratified, but not a word’s been written (sigh…).
Other interruptions are unforeseen.
A couple of days ago, a neighbor who was mowing for us caught sight of a mother woodcock on parade, taking her four babies on an outing across the newly cut grass behind the cabin. She flew off, dangling her wing in an attempt to lure the human predator away and her chicks obediently hunkered down, trusting to their camouflage. They didn’t move so much as a bit of down, but if you click on the picture you can see their beady eyes watching me.
Whereupon I tromped around with a camera for a few moments, before letting mom come back and take the chicks off into the woods.
I would have delivered photos sooner, but my dedicated photography computer decided not to start, the other copies of the software I use, on my laptop, failed to run, and there’s no help desk support on a Sunday. Grrr!
It’s not the event itself that takes the time, but all the technology wrapped around it that promises to make things faster. Three minutes to play a tune vs half an hour to set it in a score, label its metadata, and stick it on a website. One second to snap a photo, half an hour to flounder in a morass of “but it was just working!” technology. One minute to write a paragraph — how long to look for a virtual pencil to sharpen?
And in other news, today we were woken up by urgent, loud, gobbles echoing through the bedroom window from the lower slope of the orchard, where two wild turkey jakes, puffed up in full display, were following a couple of hens with clear, if stately, intent.
The slow procession wound its way back behind the root cellar. Don’t know how it will all come out, but I expect to see poults in a couple of months.
One of the jakes was completely white — a domestic turkey somewhere in the woodpile, no doubt, or perhaps an albino. Surprising that he survived his first year without the benefit of camouflage.
One of the pleasures of working with a cover artist is that you can request extras as part of the arrangement.
For the series of which The Chained Adept is the eponymous first entry, I asked for my usual decorative bits for inside the book (ebook and print).
The middle one will be used as a Chapter divider, and the bottom will be a Scene separator.