My Mom Says I'm Sneaky

I swear this is mildly relevant, but my mom likes to tell this story about me when I was probably 3 or 4: 

This isn't the same instance my mom is remembering, but, well, as you can see, this was a common activity for me.

This isn't the same instance my mom is remembering, but, well, as you can see, this was a common activity for me.

"My favorite to remember--I was really mad at you at the time--was when you vanished, and when I found you, you were hiding under the piano as far back as you could, the furthest spot you could get from the main part of the house, very patiently coloring your face with markers. Each section was a different color. You had done a very tidy job, but I wasn't amused. So yes, you started being sneaky from a very young age. Of course, you brought it full circle when you pulled of our 60th birthday party. Nearly gave me a heart attack, but it worked."

So anyway, bring it back to today, I've been a little sneaky, distracting you all by releasing The Polylocus Problem, while simultaneously prepping and releasing a brand new title called All In: A Prequel. Yup. Because I don't have enough things to do...

Anyway, I'm super excited about this. You know why? Because it's free! For everyone! For always! 

CLICK HERE.

That was an Amazon link. You can also grab it on iTunes, B&N, and Kobo

Your next question will be: why?

Cover! <3

Cover! <3

Yes, well, good question. Chief Executive Producer (ie Josh) and I have been working on a new, larger, better, marketing and branding initiative for me, myself, and my books. This is Step 1. All In will forever and ever be free (until the great almighty Amazon decides otherwise, of course) so that you and your friends and your friends' friends and your friends' friends' friends can easily take a dip into the Sagittan Chronicles universe. It's a short (novella) intro to the characters, the world, and my writing style. If you like it, then guess what? There's a whole series of books for you to keep working your way through. If you don't? No worries--you (and your friends' friends and your friends' friends' friends, et al) didn't waste a penny.

So, here's where I'm at now: downloads.

First, please download the book. You don't have to read it (though it's great, so you should). Just download it. It'll help the Amazon (and iTunes/Kobo/Nook) algorithms reach out to more and more people. 

My goal is to have 10,000 downloads of All In by the end of the year (Dec 31). If that happens, I will draw all over my face again (as an adult) with markers (not makeup!), but on video so you can watch. No mirror, just markers. I'll think about it ahead of time too, so I can plan something epic. If you'd like to see this happen, share with your friends, friends' friends, and friends' friends' friends and get them to download a copy too. At the time of writing, I have 57 downloads on Amazon (and 4 on the other platforms). 

Aside from downloading your own copy and sharing, the other thing you can do is leave a review. As soon as I have 5 reviews, I can start doing some other marketing activities to help reach that 10,000 downloads goal. 

So there you have it, friends, friends' friends, and friends' friends' friends. 

These are the voyages of the star ship Ariele. Her mission: to get lots of downloads of the book All In over the next several months; to boldly go where no book has gone before! (Yes, I stole that--did you see a new Star Trek series has started [yay!] but it's only on CBS's streaming service [aw :( ].) Click here to download the book on Amazon.

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The Globe [The Sagittan Chronicles Universe]

The Globe is an organization in The Sagittan Chronicles that manages and monitors all Doors and Door travel. It is closely tied to the government (like airports!) and houses a few government offices (which is why some characters think of it as the Globe Government building) but it is technically a privately operated business. 

Its main offices are located in downtown Pomegranate City. The building is tall, and looks essentially like a ball on a stick. 

See? I drew a picture. It's kind of old, and a little wrinkly. Not the building--the picture. 

See? I drew a picture. It's kind of old, and a little wrinkly. Not the building--the picture. 

The Globe houses the universally famous Vrata Soba, or Door Room. The Door Room is home to hundreds of Doors, each of which leads to a different location; some go to other areas on Sagitta, others lead to planets all across the universe. 

The Globe Center also boasts a variety of other interesting things: an interplanetary zoo, an observatory, laboratories for all different types of research, storage for dangerous items, a medical center for employees and guests, and of course a bajillion offices, conference rooms, classrooms, and the like.  

The Globe is run and operated by Dr. Ailani Bey, and her assistant Garret Addario. Operations are split into Research and Interplanetary Relations. Director of Research is Lars Drake, and the Director of Interplanetary Relations is Tom.

In the Research division, there are a variety of departments:

  • Planet Building
  • Medical Technology
  • Space Travel
  • Door Technology
  • Energy
  • Communication
  • Information Systems
  • Archaeology
  • Etc. (this is so I can add as many as I want as I write more books :P )

In the Interplanetary Relations division, there are fewer departments, but more employees in each department: 

  • Domestic Relations, including Interdepartmental Relations, Permits and Licensing, Finance, and HR
  • Interplanetary, including Immigration, Commerce, Ambassadors, and Peacekeepers.

Let me introduce you to some of the most important people in the Globe. You will meet them again when you read The Polylocus Problem.

  • Dr. Ailani Bey: The Administrator of the Globe. She is intelligent, witty, and intimidating (to some people), and rather aloof at times. She is flexible and good at managing people of all different personalities and temperaments. She has two children, and Ph.D.s in Communications, Technological Advancement, and Interplanetary Culture. She prioritizes competence over credentials or connections, and has a hands-off management style. But she still memorizes the names of every single employee at the Globe. 
  • Garrett Addario: Dr. Bey's assistant. He has a PH.D in Communications and a BA in Marketing, in addition to two off-planet degrees. He's super approachable (as compared to Dr. Bey's aloofness), and has a tendency to wear tie-dyed t-shirts to work. He knows everything about what's going on everywhere, and has an artistic temperament. He's single, in case you're looking.
  • Mr. Lars Drake is the Director of Research at the Globe. He appears frequently in the series as John's direct supervisor (John doesn't really have specific department--he just kind of bounces around). Mr. Drake is aggressive and intelligent, tends to bluster and yell, but provides excellent structure for creatives and scientists. He is good at delegating. John drives him bananas but he works well with Quin. 
  • Tom Draydon: Director of Interplanetary Relations at the Globe. He is even-keeled, good at staying calm in stressful situations. He is skilled at listening, and has experience in government. He prioritizes people who are willing to try to get along with others. Tom and Mr. Drake are in a monogamous long-term relationship.
  • Gloria Gundervik: She is the Primary Interdepartmental Liaison. She works to smooth relationships between different departments with different goals, working on the same projects or with the same equipment.   
  • Mr. Gavin Green: Head of Communications. He invented Green, Inc, the main operating system for the computers on Sagitta. He is independently wealthy but works for something to do, and for fun. He ensures that all the of the communications equipment and operations run smoothly at the Globe. 
  • Melissa Williams: Head of the Finance at the Globe. She reports directly to Dr. Bey. She loves to hike and is an amateur photographer. She does it to get her head out of the numbers that she's always working with. She is married.
  • Dr. Mika Rundell: Director of Technological Research, with Ph.D.s in Research and Development, Systems, and Business. She has 2 husbands and 6 children, seemingly endless energy, and is highly motivated and driven. 
  • Tara Normansen: Director of Door Immigration. She caused a lot of controversy when hired because she is an actual immigrant, moved to Pomegranate City from the planet Fjord. Some people thought she would be too lenient with iimmigrants, but supporters thought she would have a unique understanding of the challenges facing those trying to immigrate.
  • Dara Wellington: Chief of Commerce. Her goals are to make it as easy as possible for business owners to conduct their dealings using the Doors. She is a big fan of free market ideals, and is aggressive and opinionated. 
  • Siya Felland: Head Ambassador. She is a wise, elderly woman, focused on doing the best for others. Strong, curious, and dependable, she has lived in over a dozen other cultures for a good many years, is adaptable and able to understand the challenges that other people and cultures experience. 
  • Rock: Head of Security. Short, personable, and focused on getting the Globe as secure as possible. His predecessor was less than competent, so he has a big job on his hands, getting things up to par.  

The Globe is the main setting for The Polylocus Problem, and is heavily featured in the rest of the series. As you read through the books, you'll come to know these characters (and many others) much better. 

Grab copies (only $0.99 this weekend!) on Amazon: 

  1. All In: A Prequel
  2. The Wounded World
  3. The Clock Winked
  4. The Lonely Whelk
  5. The Polylocus Problem
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The Polylocus Problem Ain't A Problem Because It's Done, I Finished It, Hurray

When I was 21 or 22, I sent the fourth installment of a novel draft to my mom. This was the first novel where I had made it this far--normally I petered out after the third installment. The book in question featured a woman who had stumbled upon a planet on which the people were making blood sacrifices to prevent the planet from imploding. Recognize it? I hope not, because I never finished it. Five years later, a few tiny pieces of that original rough rough rough draft made it into The Wounded World

Anyway, after she read it, my mom called me. But before she offered any critique or criticism, she asked me this: "What is it about this book that keeps you writing? What's different about this one?"

It took me a while, but eventually I came up with my answer. I told her, "I feel like there is something worthwhile hiding in this idea."

And thus was born the Sagittan Chronicles

I think about that moment a lot. If I had to define any moment in my life that was a turning point in my writing career, it was that one. The one where I thought, I have ideas worth writing down. The moment where I thought, I'm gonna write a book

Since then, of course, I've made a lot of mistakes. Let's review some of the relevant ones here: 

  1. I published my books out of order. 
  2. I published too fast, because I just wanted my first book out. 
  3. I didn't get a professional cover designer and copy editor for my first book (BAD, BAD ARIELE).
  4.  I spent too much time marketing and not enough time producing the best possible books I could create.

Since then, I've also done some things right: 

  1. I published a second edition of my first books, including professionally designed covers and professional copy editing. 
  2. I slowed down my publishing, and actually wrote a book to go between two books, so I wouldn't publish them out of order. 
  3. I spent hours and hours educating myself on publishing, marketing, writing, and other stuffs. 
  4. I kept trying. 

And hurray! We are here, two weeks before the launch of my next book (the in-between book), The Polylocus Problem. As part of this whole launch celebration, I will also be releasing some Sagittan Chronicles' short stories (free!), and a Prequel novella to the series. 

Yes, that's a lot of content. It's very exciting, and I'm behind on everything except the novella that's being launched. But it'll be done, I swear!

This also marks a kind of edge of the cliff for me. I currently have 3 books published, two novellas about to be published, and another four manuscripts drafted and ready for editing/publishing. As soon as I jump, I should be flying, putting out content on a regular basis. I hope you'll fly with me. 

On September 1st, please join me for an online release party! It will be held in the Indie Readers Party Room on Facebook. I will be writing funny things, hosting discussions, and doing several giveaways throughout the day. I hope you can at least drop in for a few minutes and join the fun.

If you'd like to volunteer to help with the online celebration (in exchange for a free book!), let me know, either here or on Facebook. I just need you to be available for all or most of the day on September 1st, and willing to comment, share, and like a variety of Facebook posts, to help get the word out about the launch.

Finally, I'd just like to say thank you to everyone who has supported me as I move through the process of writing books, to Josh for his endless encouragement, for my mom for reading everything I've ever written, and to everyone who has ever bought a book. Thank you. <3

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A Day in the Life of a Sister

Family: can't live with them, can't live without them. But aside from those occasional family members that are divisive, or that drive us batty, most of us have relatively (pun) positive relationships. Regardless, family members have the unique position of having influenced us from the day we were born--and siblings in the most unique way.

I like to imagine myself as a sort of bulbous, blobular puzzle piece, born in kind of this round, lumpy shape, slowly growing more edges and defined ridges as I age and adopt parts of my identity. Some parts of my identity were shaped by genetics (biological sex, the color of my skin, health, the shape of my nose, the tendencies I have towards certain skills), but most of my identity was influenced by those around me--my parents, brothers, friends, family, and teachers. 

Siblings are especially unique because they too are bloblular puzzle pieces, still growing and forming at the same time as you--and you both affect each other in unpredictable and long-lasting ways.

Meet Emerald. Mystery and Fantasy author (check out her newest release!), daughter and granddaughter, niece, cousin, friend, life-long student, graduate, wife, beagle mom, cook, baker, hostess with the mostest, nurturer, listener, searcher of peace and truth, teacher, lover of nature, constantly hopeful, eternally curious--and a sister. 

Emerald and her sister, Shyla. 

Emerald and her sister, Shyla. 

Emerald first became a sister on her 3rd birthday. She remembers her mom telling her she had to leave for the hospital, and then going to her aunt and uncle's house where they had a little party for her while her sister was being born. She first saw Shyla shortly after that, and was thrilled to have (and be!) a sister.  

The thing about sisters is that they have a unique bond--they grow together, live together, go through many of the same things together, fight together, play together, and hopefully, grow old together. In their case, Emerald and Shyla lived together for a good portion of their lives, shared friends, and learned how to both push each other's buttons and to calm each other down.

D'awwwwwwww

D'awwwwwwww

One of Emerald's first memories of her sister was when Shyla was still sleeping in her crib. Emerald reached her arm into the crib, and Shayla latched onto one of Emerald's fingers with a death grip. They held on until one of them fell asleep. 

I asked Emerald what makes this relationship so important to her. How did it shape who she has become as an adult? She answered,

My relationship with her is so important to me because we've always been there for each other, and with someone who you share such a close bond with, there's a comfort and familiarity there, and a deep level of trust. We know we're there for each other, regardless of what happens, and to have a person like that in my life, I'm incredibly grateful.
She's shaped who I've become in countless ways. I'm a more protective person because I'm an older sister (I think it came with the territory, if you will). My nurturing side was born from looking out for her, worrying about her, and wanting the best for her. I'm more confident in myself because of her, gathering reassurance along my path in life that I'm loved and even looked up to. For the best part of my childhood, I consciously tried to be a good role model for her, and subsequently at times, I was a bad influence (I could be a little sassy, and let's just say the attitude rubbed off at times).
The fact that she is always there for me has meant a lot and influenced many of my actions and reactions in life. Those who are lucky enough to have just one person like Shyla in their lives, their soft place to fall, know the benefits are immeasurable.

And that's just it. Growing up together as changing, flexible puzzle pieces, they influenced each other, their actions and reactions, their personalities, and who they have chosen to be. It seems simple to me, but I know it's not, because it involves a lifetime of being together, of intertwining experiences, and just time.

Emerald's relationship with her sister has also impacted who she is as a writer. She's experimented with characters who have different types of sibling relationships--more tumultuous ones, ones impacted by tragedy, or where one sibling passes. But more tangibly, Shyla also acts as a beta reader for Emerald and her input on Emerald's work is critical. 

I also asked why Emerald wished people knew about her relationship with her sister. She replied, 

I wish people knew the Shyla that I know... We've gone through good times (first loves, accomplishing goals, big family moments, trips, simple moments, and victories big and small) and bad times (heartache, the separation of our parents, death of loved ones, arguments, and generally tough times) and it's always been better because we've done them together, or with each other's support. Sometimes even the bad times don't feel bad when we're together.
In some ways, there are parts to her that would surprise people, and in others, she's even more so "that way" than they know. Shyla's funnier, and also more sensitive. She's kinder, yet when she stings, she stings fiercely. She's more creative and more practical at the same time. She's an eternal hopeful (like me), and also a worrier (like me). She's more opinionated than people know. She's not as shy as she might seem at first. And she's someone who I could never have enough time with.

Normally, I would write some kind of conclusion to this, but I think I'm going to end with another quote from Emerald. I asked her what advice she could give for anyone who doesn't get along with their sibling, and her response is perfect--and not only applicable to sibling relationship, but to almost any relationship that you want to improve:

I'd tell them that sibling relationships can often be complicated enough on their own, without outside interference. If there's an external reason for the struggle, I'd tell them to set it aside for a time together and focus on each other, on trying to compromise and meet each other's needs. I'd tell them to forgive. To let go of anger. To put the past aside, because we all grow and change, and even when you think you know someone, something happens to change your perception of them. Sometimes it's just what you need to move on.
If they could do that, it's a great start.
If they could do that, then they are that much closer to a healthy relationship with their sibling, a relationship I consider to be one of the most fulfilling relationships one could have. Mine certainly has been.

Thank you, Emerald, for interviewing for this post! For more information on her and her work, you can find her on her website, Facebook, and on Amazon.

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I Promise I've Been Doing Stuff

For the last year or so, I've been relatively quiet on social media about my writing and the projects I've been working on--other than repetitive "Hey it's NanoWriMo again! Isn't this fun?" posts. You may have also noticed that it's been two years since I published my last science fiction novel. It's been a busy two years in general, what with getting married and traveling and moving to Baltimore, getting a dog and all that jazz, but in between all the other things that have happened, I have been plugging away at my writing like a beaver at a tree, and I figure it's about time I give you all an update.

1. The Sagittan Chronicles: I currently have 5 novels and novellas in the Sagittan Chronicles series drafted. Yes, I said five. Two of them are set to be released this fall (yay!) and I am ahead of schedule for both.

2. Short Stories: I also have several short stories completed or in the works. One was released as part of anthology in June, and a second one will be coming out as part of a different anthology in mid October. 

3. Rutherford: Sorry, Rutherford fans. I haven't worked on this at all, other than to brainstorm some new book ideas. I have several, and hope to put one more out before the end of the year, but have been prioritizing novels of late. But don't worry--more are on the way!

4. Land of Szornyek: Hurray for the apocalypse! This series is about what would happen if the apocalypse was caused by the sudden appearance of monsters. It's set 30 years post apocalypse and the characters live in nomadic communities focused on survival. It's is written as a serial, with each piece able to stand alone. This is a new strategy for me, and I'm excited to share it.

5. Other Stuff: I have also been working on expanding my knowledge of writing and publishing as a whole, by taking online courses, reading industry-related books, and doing writing exercises. I've posted one so far, and I plan on sharing a few more.

To wrap up, I have a treat for you. A cover reveal! The newest novella in the Sagittan Chronicles (Book 4) is scheduled to be released early September. It is titled, The Polylocus Problem.

24 hours. One impossible math problem. And a very disgruntled intern.
The assignment: to figure out what is wrong with the new polylocus Door and fix it before the interplanetary network of travel and trade crumbles. But between babysitting her manic boss and trying to reroute the dozens of random people wandering into her office, Kaia can’t get anything done.
Unfortunately, the problem can’t wait. When the infamous bureaucrat, Axel Vance, imposes a 24-hour deadline on the Globe for solving the problem, Kaia has to start trusting her instincts—and quick.
With the help of the intimidating Peacekeeper Quin Black and the kindly Dr. Winkler, Kaia races to find a solution, no matter what challenges stand in her way.
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And, just for a little bit more of a treat--an excerpt!

Standing slowly and stretching, she made her way over to her desk, only to be surprised by a small scuffing noise.

Turning, Kaia’s eyes widened—first in surprise, then in mild fear, then in exasperation. A small man in an eye-searing orange- and red-striped suit with a fur collar stood in the middle of her office, looking around nervously. “Metta met needa lo qua?” he asked.

Kaia sighed again, more loudly this time. Another one?

The man gestured frantically to the Door and then, looking around with wide eyes, rushed forward and out of Kaia’s office into the much larger Door Room outside. He stopped and looked around with a terrified expression, and then ran back into her office waving his arms.

Kaia pressed the button on her intercom. “Terry?” she asked. “I have another one. Could you send a team—”

She looked up as she heard another noise, this time a hissing sound, and watched in amazement as the Door stretched and shivered, widening. She had never seen any Door do that, ever. 

“Oh my—oh my—” Her jaw dropped.

An animal the size of an Earthan elephant thundered into her office, throwing back its head and releasing a loud, eerie screeching. It had a short nose and a blue rear, and a striped hairy mane hung around its neck. A dusting of snow drifted from its back onto the floor and began to melt. Kaia covered her ears as her heart began to pound, and ran to exit her office. The man in the striped suit was waving and yelling in his language, and otherwise being entirely unhelpful.

Kaia bolted into the Door Room only to run smack into John, her boss. She fell to the floor in a heap as John scrambled up and stepped over her. 

“Oh my!” he exclaimed, throwing his arms open wide. “It’s beautiful! It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen! Isn’t it the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?” He turned back to look at Kaia. 

She nodded as the creature stomped forward. Then her eyes widened again as she pulled herself up from the floor—another creature stampeded through after the first, the little man’s yelling and screaming doing little to calm the anxious creatures.

John was not helping either.

“Look at that mane!” he commented, waving his hands about his head. “And the blue rear! Gorgeous creatures! We should keep one here, in the Door Room! What do you think of that, Kaia? We could keep a tame one to welcome newcomers! I think this might be pure genius—possibly the best idea I’ve ever had.”

Kaia tried to calm herself, taking a series of deep breaths. He probably really did think it was the best idea he’d ever had. He seemed to be thinking that a lot lately, whether it was with the candy that turned people’s teeth green (without using dyes!) or the new health plan that included health care for pets (only including lizards and ponies) or the company swim team (but instead of swimming laps, they had to swim in elaborate shapes inspired by mathematical equations). In the meantime, she was grading his students’ papers, offering guidance to those who needed his help with equations, and working on the polylocus Door—which was also his job. Because if she didn’t do it, who would? 

“What’s going on?” 

Kaia turned to see Quin standing behind her. She breathed a sigh of relief. He could take care of things. He wasn’t often in the office, as he was stationed with the military on the outer rim of the planet, but he always managed to solve a few problems when he came to the city.

“Someone,” she said, “came through the Door with… with…” she gestured helplessly at the massive animals.

“Gorbitants,” Quin muttered. “Great.” He stuck two fingers between his teeth and let out a piercing whistle. The two gorbitants reared up on their hind legs and came back down with a thump. Then, they bowed on their front knees and placed their heads on the ground. The man in orange- and red-striped suit ran up and adjusted a few knobs on their collar. The next moment, the gorbitants lay sound asleep on the floor. 

Kaia hadn’t noticed them in all the commotion, but behind the gorbitants came two women and another man also in striped suits with furred collars, all yelling furiously in their native language.

She looked at her watch. Only ten in the morning.

It was going to be a long day.
 

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Red and White - New Anthology!

I'm excited to announce that I have been selected to participate in Amphibian Press's newest anthology, titled OUT OF THE DARKNESS. With these four dark fantasy short stories, travel from a post-apocalyptic world riddled with mythical creatures to a multiverse war between souls; from a kingdom cursed by treacherous gods to deadly trials for an ocean kingdom's warlord.

This week only you can get the anthology for a mere $0.99 on Amazon or on Smashwords

In the meantime, have a taste of my short story, called RED AND WHITE.

Yesterday, Red and I did the first really stupid thing we’d done in years: we let in a stray dog. It was frigid outside, the kind of cold that makes the toes fall off birds. We heard a scratching at the door. Red got her gun, but when we looked, it was just a dog; the poor animal was shivering and so skinny we could see his ribs. He could have been a magical weapon of some kind or a shapeshifter sent by the crazy nightlings, but we let him in anyway. Guess it means we’re still human.

At any rate, he didn’t kill us, just left when the sun came up.

It was a huge surprise when we saw him again the next evening. We went hunting every day, just before nightfall, and without fail he began to show up, night after night after night. We gave him scraps of food when we could spare them, but we didn’t dare name him. It was no use getting too attached.

I always hated food runs. We were, of course, smarter than the roving nightlings, but they had more resources. Endless weapons, endless magic—only the unlucky ones got caught with their heads up their behinds. Those were our favourites—easy to beat, easy to kill.

Sometimes, we scavenged for food down by the river. Fish were always good, if you could cook them without being caught. Watercress and river weed were usually findable, but we had to be careful because we didn’t want to overfish or overharvest our food supplies. Luckily, the closest encampment was several miles away, and they rarely ventured into our part of the city. Bloody redheads, they called us.

Our main food supply came from the traps. The nightlings treated us like pests so they would set up food stations where they tried to lure us in. We were good at killing them by now, so often we looked for traps and raided them for food. Ambush the ambushers.

It was during one of these trips that the dog came in handy.

Although we didn't enjoy going out at night, it was often easier to avoid the roving eyes of the nightlings by at least waiting until twilight. We snuck through the decrepit city streets under the dimming light of the setting sun, looking for anything that might indicate a stash of food. After a bit we came across an old abandoned warehouse in the south end of town. Peeling paint, broken glass, and graffiti slathered on every surface greeted us, but we knew it was more than that: a nightling hid behind a bush.

This nightling was camouflaged—it had changed to green, the color of bushes. Never mind that bushes were dull, dirty grey. Even the brown leaves had long since blown away. We always wondered why they thought this tactic would work. Nightlings look nothing like bushes, especially when they’ve changed to a different colour.

Red ran ahead to scout, while I got my gear ready: rope, an orbifizer hobbled together from old bits of electronics and charged with magic, a flashlight, a bag of rocks, a slingshot, and some other useful odds and ends. You never know what might come in handy.

I pulled out my slingshot and a rock, swung it around my head, and let it fly. The rock smashed against the nightling's face, but it didn’t seem to notice. Frowning, I took stock of my situation. Maybe it was asleep or enchanted, and I could just overwhelm it. Or maybe it was just learning—pretending. That would be bad.

I slipped forward quietly, pulling out my orbifizer. The orbifizer was a tool designed to give sudden jolts of power, helpful in tasks like starting engines or killing fish mercifully. In this case, it would hopefully overwhelm the nightling's magical capacity and cause it to die. I reached out and zapped the nightling. It blinked once, and then its crackly, inhuman voice intoned: "Not enough magics. Sleeeeep. Sleeeep.”

This is always good news—a nightling dying on its own... although, it was unusual for a nightling to be out and about with no friends and not enough power. But before I had any more time to think about it, Red came barreling around the corner on a gigantic warehouse loader, chased by a slew of angry nightlings. Their little wings rapidly fluttered, keeping them in the air. They weren't very fast creatures, but they were persistent.

The thing about our city is that since the calamity, the Creatures had gone to great lengths to take control of everything. After they had annihilated the majority of the humans living here, they ridded us of electricity. It was a foreign power to them, and evil. Or something. In its place, they ran conduits from the wells of magic located in extremely secured areas to the other used buildings in the area—the baths, the factories, the houses—you name it.

It was one of these conduits that Red accidentally crashed into with the forklift; one of the forks knocked the power pole over. It crashed forward and a power line came loose, flopping erratically through the air. I ducked and froze, hoping desperately that the power line would miss me. Getting zapped by raw magic is almost certain to be deadly, though low levels are survivable. Red jumped off the loader and it continued on by, still followed by the swarm of angry nightlings. She then covered my body with hers, as older sisters do.

Then the power line struck… the sleeping nightling. Sparks hissed and fizzed. The blubbery voice intoned, “I is awake… awake!”

Red gulped and I heard her breathing speed up. She would be the first to go. Maybe once she died, the nightling would think it did its job and leave me, cowering under her corpse, to live another day.

“Human detected,” the nightling said. “Eradication in progress.”

I held my breath.

From nowhere we heard barking. The dog’s bark was thin, a little like the sound of pennies in a wooden cup.

The flying black imp of hate turned.

“Disturbance detected. Disturbance indicates human location.”

Red and I didn’t dare to breathe.

The nightling turned and flew off in the direction of the dog. We waited five minutes without moving, but the air was clean and quiet. All nightlings seemed to have disappeared.

When Red finally sat up, she was crying.

“Poor dog,” she whispered. “He saved us.”

I nodded.

We scrambled to our feet and quickly slid into the building. Our eyes widened. It hadn’t been a trap at all. This warehouse was where they stored their human food to put in the traps. It was a jackpot.

It’s the kind of thing in a life that makes you want to squeal and dance, but we didn’t dare for fear of the nightlings’ return. There was still a horde of them out there, searching for us. Quietly we filled up our bags with as much as we could carry, hid more food in other nearby locations, and then carefully snuck back towards home, reveling in our newfound treasure.

When we got home, the dog was sitting on our porch. Red finally squealed and ran to give him a hug.

He ate well that night.

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Being Gorgeous - Writing the Right Words

One of my lifetime writing goals is that every book I write should be the best book I've ever written, and in order to meet that goal, I set another goal for this year: to improve my writing from a craft perspective. 

I've currently got a stack of books on my desk that I'm working my way through, and right now I'm in the middle of Ray Bradbury's Zen in the Art of Writing, Sean Platt and Johnny B. Truant's Write. Publish. Repeat. and Ursula K. LeGuin's Steering the Craft. Ursula K. LeGuin's book has actual writing exercises in it, and I thought I might share some of my attempts to pass this imaginary class I'm taking here, on my blog. 

The first chapter in Steering the Craft (called Being Gorgeous) focuses primarily on the sound of words and the sound of language. She writes,

"The sound of the language is where it all begins. The test of a sentence is, Does it sound right? The basic elements of language are physical: the noise marking their relationships. Both the meaning and the beauty of the writing depend on these sounds and rhythms... The chief duty of a narrative sentence is to lead to the n ext sentence--to keep the story going. Forward movement, pace, and rhythm are words that are going to return often in this book. Pace and movement depend above all on rhythm, and the primary way you feel and control the rhythm of your prose is by hearing it--by listening to it." (page 1 - 2)

She goes on to quote passages from Rudyard Kipling, Mark Twain, Zora Neale Hurston, and Molly Glass, and recommends reading Alice Walker's The Color Purple, Kent Haruf's Plainsong, and Sarah Orne Jewett's The Country of the Pointed Firs. 

The two exercises in this chapter I combined into one slightly longer narrative. The first exercise is to write a page of narrative that is designed to be read aloud, but without using rhyme or meter. The second exercise is to describe an action or a person feeling a strong emotion and to make the rhythm and movement of the words represent the physical reality in the scene. 

This, I would say, is the worst of my exercises so far. I find that I get better and better with each exercise that I do--I am able to let go more and not worry about the imposed structure, and to focus on the one skill that I am trying to improve. I like the first part, but I'm not as huge of a fan of the second part. This is something I plan to keep practicing.

Anyway, here it is!

Soaked. Completely soaked--my jeans, my shirt, my underwear. Even my brain felt wet. I stumbled forward with sand sticking--stuck--all over me, to my feet, my hands, my hair. And salt covered me too, almost sticky, a thin coating on every inch of skin.

Behind me, the waves crashed against one another and against the shore. The wind blew mightily; the palm trees creaked and bent in the face of its powerful gusts. Rain pelted my face so hard it stung, and the water in the air was so thick it was difficult to see in front of me. I slowly made my way up the sandy beach, grateful for the shore, the ground beneath my feet. But I had no idea when the storm would end, or at least calm to a steady rain or mist.

But I kept walking, up the beach, over the rocks, into the trees that groaned and screamed in agony. There were bushes of so many different varieties, and their leaves, too, swayed and waved. I pushed further and further inland, my legs sore, and my eyes burning, but all I could see were more rocks, more bushes, and more trees, swaying, swaying, swaying, back and forth, back and forth, to the rhythm of the storm, of the rain, of the wind. 

I finally sank to my knees. There was nothing--no shelter, no food, no hope--and I was alone. 

"Help," I whispered quietly. 

[Part 2] And then the clouds broke! One thin ray of sunshine peeked through. I looked up and for a moment, the forest of palm trees was so beautiful--the greenest greens I'd ever seen, and the bluest blues. And there were flowers--periwinkle, magenta, vibrant orange--and I cried. 

In the next moment, the sun was gone again, but I had seen an end, the end of the storm. I smiled and dragged myself to my feet. I would keep on for as long as the new found hope lasted. I would keep on.

For what it's worth, I highly recommend Ursula K. LeGuin's Steering the Craft for anyone who wants to improve their writing from the ground up. She gives great advice in what I feel is a welcoming and open manner. Her writing makes me want to be friends with her in real life. If you want to listen to some interviews and whatnot with Ursula K LeGuin, find her on FindLectures!:)

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