Saturday, July 31, 2010

King's Raven read-along

Interested in keeping me company while this novel gets its wings? Here's the link.King's Raven (working)

Mind you, it's the second in a proposed series. If you haven't read Sparrow's Dragon (still in submission) you'll find it in a first class compartment surrounded by all its luggage, so look for a file called
04 Sparrow submission copy.doc

Friday, July 30, 2010

Sparrow's Dragon: The Elevator Pitch

Ben Harper is an American organizing guru with a popular English TV program, books, website, terrific wife and kid—a great life in a quaint English village. But then he meets the King of Faerie, who asks him to return a Viking arm ring to Alfred the Great in 9th century England. Trouble is, the pieces have been lost in time. Ben needs to locate the pieces so Oberon can reassemble them, then get the ring to Alfred in time to sign a treaty with a Viking warlord, and save the world as he knows it. 

It's very pretty, Arachne, but is it Art?

It occurs to me that fiction is where I tell you what I really think and feel about things. A journal or diary makes me very self conscious. And while I have, in fact, taken off my clothes in public on occasion, it’s always been backstage, say in a big chorus for the college opera, or the “dressing room” in St George—again with a couple of dozen other performers--or the parking lot at the Renaissance Faire where no one was paying attention anyway. I’ve never done it to entertain, or persuade, or make a point.

Poetry works for me too, though in a more compressed and dare I say refined sort of way.

This all speaks to the reasons why I’ve resisted blogs or Live Journal or any such thing up till now. So now here I am, telling you how I feel about that. Throwing off my clothes!

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Hello? Is this thing on?

I'm assured that if I mean to make anything of myself as a novelist, I need to have a blog. I know no one will believe me if I insist that I have nothing to say! Obviously, what I have to do is order my thoughts and get over the fear of talking to myself long enough for people to actually come listen to me do it. So here's a beginning, however small.