Posts tagged ‘wip’

Ready, set, edit!

Yup I have done it. I have finished up the first draft of Escape. It is now sitting and perking for a few days before I go ahead and start the editing process. Topping out at 54,903 words before I start the edit, it is a novel (yes i know some of you think it is too short!) Now I will be going through, fixing typos, trying to get the grammar right, placing those dratted commas I always miss and if necessary adding or deleting part of the text that does not work for me.

At the same time i am working on the editing stage of my next collection, Echoes of Elder Times. Not the biggest of my collections at only 23.638 words so far, but it contains all of the Echoes stories so far released. Like with my other collections (that i released that is) there will be commentary about the stories, notes if you will. I hope to have it finished up by the end of September. Work on the cover will be my main focus for the next few days. I have a fun image but the text or font is just not right and I plan on playing around till it is in photoshop.

In a day long spreadsheet binge I totaled up my finished works (mostly) and found I have really been writing hard over the past two years. With 840K+ in finished stories from drabbles to epics, I have been writing hard and fast. Yes, some of my work needs a professional edit, but for now i have to rely on all the editing programs I can find and the good friends who are willing to beta read for me. Someday every single novel and collection will be professionally edited by at least three people but that won’t happen till I start making serious sales.

Next week I will have hopefully worked out the next project I will dive into headfirst. As many of you know I have a very large file of work in progress that i need to clean out. I never throw out the old partial stories and ideas I have because I never know when the bones of an old tale will turn out to be something amazing. Where Angels No Longer Tread and To Save Face or Family both started out as something else entire, as did my current project, Escape. I will go more into that feature of writing over on Suteko’s Blog instead of here.

For now you can look forward to a new collection of previously sold as singles short stories with a surprise or two added in for fun. My Labor day sale got me all of two sales, so my prices are going back up.

For the next few months you can expect this for a pricing structure:

Short stores 99 cents

Novellas and shorter poetry collections $1.99

Novels and longer collections $2.99

Long poetry collection $5.49…this is because Love, Loss and Loneliness has fifty full color photographs in it

My two collections, Gates and Naughty Interludes, will stay at what ever price the publishers want them to be till I regain my rights to the tales inside them.



Back to working

As a writer you can never take a day off really.  Yes I have a new novel out as of yesterday and it is doing well so far.  I have finished up the writing part of Where Angels No Longer Tread and I am waiting for pre readers to have time to read it over.  So I have moved on to my next WIP.  Whether To Save Face or Family is an urban fantasy/paranormal romance.  I have half a novel done on this one and I thought I would post a bit of it here.


That evening Destiny slipped out of the house and headed off.  Donovan had been filled in on the parts of the house to keep the girls out of and she had gotten promises from both Aileen and Monica to listen to what he told them. They would be safe while she was gone.  And that was all that was important.


Heading down through the forest, she made for an animal track that was barely distinguishable from the surrounding brush.  Smiling, she slid into the overgrowth and ran the length of it to a small cave.  Slowing, she stepped inside and nodded.  It was still where she left it.  And it had been cared for.


She ran a glove-covered hand over the leather of the motorcycle’s seat.  It was an old piece of machinery but one she trusted.  She flipped a flashlight of her belt and played the beam over the vehicle.  Checking it for anything out of place, she was surprised by the envelope she found inside the saddlebag.   It was made of heavy, bonded paper and she moved outside as she slit it open.


Don’t worry about the Eagle.  It will carry you fine.

Time is coming for the accounting.  Return with your

younger quickly.  I will be in touch.




Destiny stared down at the embossed paper.  The letter at the end of the note made her shiver inside.  “He’s dead.  They said he was dead.”  She looked about and then crushed the paper in her fingers and flung it away from her.  It didn’t matter.  She had a mission to complete.  The plans of a man who had been missing for years had nothing to do with her.  Striding back into the cave, she wheeled the old Eagle Motorcycle into the setting sunlight and started it up.


Just a taste of what I am working on here.

And to prove I have gotten better, a WIP excerpt

Now see my readers I have been writing my stories down for decades.  The one I am going to toss in here today was started way back in my early twenties.  I am six months from hitting fifty now and when I read this I get a headache!  The concept will become something in the future but for now it is a bit of a history lesson.  Writers get better by writing.  Writing as much as they can each and every day.  Yes I skip days, hell i have skipped longer but when you focus on what you are doing you will get better.  So here goes…


Through this land travel 3 young women.  These women are far from ordinary.  Besides having to learn to survive by themselves in the wilderness, these women were changed by the fallout caused by the blast.

The leader of the group is called Lara; she is the defender of the other two.  She rides in the lead.  She and her mount are armed for battle.  On what can be seen beneath her cloak, we see a variety of weapons.  On her body daggers are strapped to legs and arm.  We also see a bullwhip and a strange looking revolver.  On the right side of her saddle is a rifle and a jewel-hilted sword. On the other side, there is a longbow and its quiver of arrows.  Her face cannot be seen because the hood of her cloak is pulled down low over her eyes.  There is a long scar on her left thigh.  She is basically a quiet person.

The middle rider is a young, cheerful person.  Her name is Kari.  She is the smallest of the group, and is looked after by the other two.  She has long, thick flowing brown hair and flashing eyes.  She is wearing a riding skirt and carries no weapons.  She is in charge of cooking for the group; and in the winter teaches children.  She holds the reins to the pack horse.  This beast is carrying the party’s supplies; cooking and sleeping gear, but also books and instruments.  These three hunt for books during the warm months so they can teach the village children.

The last rider’s name is Rael.  She is a thief and sorceress, and the youngest of the group.  Getting books and artifacts is her job.  She is fair- haired and talented.  She carries daggers and a crossbow.  She also carries a bullwhip, and sometimes fights alongside Lara.

There is light chit-chat going on between Kari and Rael.  Lara looks for a place to camp and watches the front for danger.  At the same time, Rael keeps an eye on their rear.

“Rael, are you listening?”  Rael returned her gaze to Kari.

“Of course; just checking our trail, can’t be too careful, you know.”

“I know.  Sometimes I miss the simplicity of the old days.”

“Yah, but what can we do?”

“Lara, have you spotted a site yet?” asked Kari.

The leader looked back, smiling.  “Getting tired?  There’s a spot ahead where we can stop.”

The three dismounted, took the reins of the horses, and walked to the site.  There was a good covering of trees, and the river ran next to it.  They found level ground and started to pitch their tents.

“Lara, why don’t you go out and catch dinner,” said Kari, noticing that Lara’s hand was bothering her.

“What do you wish to dine on tonight, Madame?” she said bowing jokingly.

“I think rabbit would be good,” answered Kari.

“With a side order of radishes and wild corn,” piped up Rael.

“Surely, my ladies,” she smiled.  Lara took her bow and quiver, and walked toward the dense trees.

“She sure provides for us, doesn’t she?” said Kari as she watched Lara leave.

“Yah.”  They finished pitching the tent and went about setting up camp and caring for the horses.



Yup that was HORRIBLE wasn’t it?  Yes I have done much much better and I will clean up this bit.  Okay to be totally truthful I will tear this down to the bare bones and rebuild a better story out of it.  It can be done, when I have time that is I will.