Re-Writing

I’m beginning an overhaul of my first self-published piece: Dragon on My Neck. I absolutely adore this book. The characters are large pieces of myself and I cringe every time I think about this re-write…but then I read bits and pieces of the book and cringe even more. I was a totally different writer 7 years ago! My writing has evolved and matured and is (hopefully) much smoother and just all around BETTER at this point. This writing maturity has come from living more, reading more, writing more…and, more specifically, writing more pieces of the over arching story of The Stone Dragon Saga. So, perhaps, knowing what I know now will help me to create a more streamlined book? Or maybe I will trash the rewrite and keep the original? I don’t know yet, but I do have a question for you, my friends:

As a writer, do you ever go back and completely re-write something like this? If you are not a write, but a reader, do you ever wish the author had rewritten a book?

Let me know!

Saturday Stories for March 23rd

Welcome All!!

Saturday Stories is the place for me to update you all on my weekly goals and give you a peek at something I’ve been working on. Happily, I managed to complete my three simple goals this week so I can start to move ahead on my projects (FINALLY!).

So since I don’t have anything else to update you on, let’s move ahead to the short story portion of our Saturday evening (woohoo!)

Here is an excerpt from somewhere withing my first novel, Dragon on My Neck, which is currently available on Amazon.

Passiona moved as quickly as a queen is allowed to move in public, marching down the sidewalk with an urgency and purpose that had any wayward servants jumping out of the way when they saw her coming. Excitement radiated from the fairy queen in waves, making her seem to float as she made her way into the library. After a hurried check to make sure they were alone, Franme closed the door and motioned Queen Passiona forward and into her usual seat.

“My queen,” The sorcerer began, his own excitement barely containable, “As I mentioned, I believe I have found you the way to gain the power you have been searching for.” He grabbed up a stack of papers and set them down on the long, wooden table in front of Passiona. “You’ll see that the first few pages here are a basic retelling of the story of Gendrail and Ralnion, However, there is one very basic difference between this version and the one found in the lighter tomes of legends. In this version Gendrail has a beloved. Pandem, the lord of chaos, was deeply in love with the shadow mother and created portals throughout our realm in order to visit her world.”

“Do not try my patience today Franme,” Passiona interrupted, leafing through the papers in front her disinterestedly, “What does this have to do with my power?”

“Majesty, these portals continue today,” Franme hurried to continue, “If you look beyond the first few pages you’ll see the legend of Pandem’s frantic love. He was so tormented by his love’s ostracism from this world that Pandem called upon all of the dark powers to create portals into the dragonless realm. He left clues and incantations to find and open these portals. Each set of clues includes a spell to open the portal and step through into a civilization within this new world. These doorways are constant and sometimes they slip open a bit, which is how men from that world sometimes cross into ours without magical assistance. They merely stumble upon a doorway.”

“This is all very fascinating sorcerer,” Passiona growled, “But I ask you again, HOW DOES THIS HELP ME GAIN MY POWER??!!!!”

“My dear queen,” Franme bowed and smiled apologetically, “Within the Legend of Pandem it says that the Lord of Chaos disappeared into the world of his beloved, taking with him this knowledge of the greatest powers but leaving the clues and incantations for any brave enough to search for him and this power. When the spells are used and a portal fully opened, Pandem will know. Anyone who claims the use of a portal should find him waiting.”

“Then we need to begin work on those clues immediately Frannie!” Passiona danced in her seat, “Did you begin to decode any of them before coming to find me?”

“No Your Highness,” Franme bowed again, his nose scraping the wooden table-top before he went on, “As soon as I realized what the text was saying I came to find you.”

 

“Good, Good,” Passiona nodded her approval, “We must start right away. What are the first clues?”

“If you’ll look on the second page, my queen, the first set of clues and their portal incantation are listed out.”

Fairy Queen and minion worked diligently, side by side, for over an hour. When they were done scouring the pages of Pandem’s legend, Passiona and Franme had a list of three definite sets of clues to portal sites.

 

  • In a cavern Dark and Deep,

Where a Mother sat to weep,

A River runs of her tears,

Deep and Dark and Full of Fears.

 

  • In a place of Myth and magic,

Where a Circle stands Alone

Will you come to Power inhabit,

Or leave the Place another Drone?

 

 

  • In a canyon of Legend, Lore, and Lime,

A Portal awaits through Space and Time.

An Oasis in this vast land,

Surrounded by a Sea of Sand.

 

“What do they mean,” Passiona groaned, reading over the clues for a third time. “These places, how do we know they even exist anymore?”

“The portals will still exist, even if the places have changed Your Majesty,” Franme murmured, “We just have to use maps and knowledge from his time.”

“How do we do that?” Passiona whined like a tiny child, hoping to convince their parents to do their work for them. “We have old maps, but we aren’t sure when Pandem left this world for good, so how will we know which legends are the relevant ones?”

“These legends have been handed down throughout time. Any of the ancient stories should hold clues to decrypting Pandem’s riddles.” Franme turned and pulled a large text written in ancient script across the table and began to flip through its pages. “We just need to search through them and try to find any mention of the key words.”

“Like a mother crying into a river or a sea of sand?” Passiona mused, “That’s as good a place to start as any other we have right now.”

 

New Books and New Jobs

Tyree Tomes has had a busy week. Dr. Tyree finished his new book, which will be available on Kindle within the next few days and deals with the act of Prayer. I reached my Camp NaNoWriMo goal of 30,000 words in the month, perfected my happy dance, and interviewed with 3 elementary school principals all at the same time (I was surrounded and a little frightened…but I guess it was a viable form of interrogation interview).

I also gave away 37 copies of Dragon on My Neck’s e-book version and have begun looking at collecting my first four months of short stories into a book which will include the prompt or idea that sparked the story and then the actual story. (If any of you picked up Dragon on My Neck at any point, I would LOVE to know how you felt about the story and characters! If you don’t want to rate/review on it, just drop me a line or comment. Whether or not you liked it, I want to know about YOUR feelings. It can help my writing maturity…or so I’m told 😀 )

 

Oh, and I got offered a teaching job for next school year!

With all of this going on, I feel confident in our group’s growth, expansion, and most importantly, quality of content. I am quite certain that whatever classroom I am given, will provide me with all sorts of fodder for blogs and short stories to pass on to you! Thank you for your support and good will everyone! Have a blessed day!

Updates and Promotion

I did manage to write somewhere around 5,000 words last week, leaving myself 10,000 to sclepp through in the final few days.

While I work on finishing up this first draft…or at least getting my minimum word count in (because I don’t think I’m anywhere near the end of the book yet!) why don’t you relax and go back to the beginning with my first book Dragon on My Neck, which will be free for e-reader download Sunday, April 27th thru Tuesday April 30th.

I want to thank everyone for their support and understanding during Camp NaNoWriMo this month. I have gotten a lot of work done, though not necessarily in the area I was looking to work in! Here is an excerpt from last week’s work,

 

Chapter 30:

“See, I can control my own diet,”” Jonsturney announced snottily, the almost constant joked about his food intake finally taking their toll on his usually happy personality. “Mm, Mm, Mm, Saladation.”

“Saladation?” Polly repeated, looking up from her own lunch/study session and trying not to smirk at the still growing dragon teen.

“Yes, Salad-ation,” Jon confirmed with a sassy head wag at his friend. “You know, like validation but with lettuce. Yummy, water filled, healthy lettuce.”

“I’m very proud of you,” Polly smiled and offered up half of her dessert, “Would you like a little chocolate to celebrate your salad?”

“Yes…wait,” Jon pursed his dragon lips and allowed his eyelids to droop a little as he thought it out. “No, I want some fruit for dessert, but thank you.”

“Wow,” Polly tossed him a container of blueberries before returning to her pile of dust smeared and leather bound volumes. Absentmindedly eating her own slices of fruit between page flips, Polly was concentrating so hard on the fading words that she didn’t realize Jon was looking over her shoulder until ten minutes later, when he spoke again.

“What ya doin?” The mostly forgotten fruit soared in all directions as the mercifully paper plate hit the floor.

“DO NOT DO THAT TO ME!” Polly carefully pronounced each word as she rushed to wipe juice from the book she had been reading.

“Sorry, I was just asking,” Jon shrugged his shoulders and started to lumber back to his pillow couch.

“I’m sorry Jon,” Polly, who clearly remembered the first time she had ever seen the large dragon, dressed in a bright sweater and pretending to be a lizard, had a soft spot for Jon and quickly went to rub the third spike from the front of his head (his favorite spot). “I was just doing some research into old Spanish beliefs, myths, and legends. I thought I might be able to find something on your family…and I may have.”

“Really??” Jon leapt up, hit his head on the ceiling fan, knocked Polly over, and broke a glass shelf. “Oops. Maybe I shouldn’t get so excited in here.” He looked around sheepishly, “But maybe I should find a broom my size.”

 

“I have one ordered for you,” Sir Brandon assured as he walked in the door and surveyed the mess Jon had just made. “Now then, what’s all this ruckus about? We heard you out on the tennis courts.”

“Salad,” Polly kept a straight face as a piece of blueberry soaked lettuce dropped from the fan and onto Sir Brandon’s white shirt.

“Salad,” Brandon sighed, “Why do I have the feeling that there’s more to it?”

“Because Polly is an exceptionally poor fibber?” Broyli guessed, stepping around more of the scattered fruit and snatching up a book from the pile. “Looks to me as if she’s taking some of her time off to do a little research.” He waved the stained and cracked spine toward the girl, “So the real question here is what did you find?”

“I found something that might explain why a king would remove valuable and mythic statuary from his castle, send said statuary overseas on a pirate ship covered in mystical ancient runes, and never mention it in anything ever again.” Polly smiled at the bemused expressions on her friends’ faces. “However, I’m not completely sure yet if that is the case. I could have just found some old recipe for tartar sauce.”

“Tartar sauce??!?!”

“Ok, so probably not tartar sauce,” Polly laughed, “Right now all I know for sure is that the story involves a rather large stone statue that I’m pretty sure will turn out to be of a familiar dragon family’s parents. Jon interrupted me before I could get much further than that.”

Meet The Dragons

Here is a glimpse into the very first Stone Dragon Saga book: Dragon on My Neck. Here we meet a few members of the dragon family, including our narrator and only known fairy dragon, Aliphonsore. If you enjoy and would like to read more, the books are available on Kindle and paperback through Amazon.

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“How do these things begin,” Al paused and tilted his head in thought, “Ah yes; Once Upon a Time…

 

As Al began his story the air around him shimmered and moved. Slowly pictures formed and the girls were stunned, yet again, as rolling green meadows full of brilliant wildflowers and flirting fairies came into view in the center of their living room.

 

“Oh Look,” breathed Jane, pointing to a griffin that seemed to dance through a circle of trees as it played with dryads.

 

“And look at that!” Anna exclaimed, turning her friend’s attention to tiny being flying out of unfurling moonflowers.

 

The picture, which had started out around the size of a small television screen, languidly expanded and moved until the room’s three occupants became surrounded by what the girls suddenly realized were Al’s own memories. Al himself was silently meditating, allowing his new mistresses to enjoy the vision of his childhood home. After a few minutes Jane and Anna, who had grown silent in their enjoyment, began to notice sounds creeping into the picture. The leaves and grass rustling in a light breeze, the airy voices of pixies and fairies, the delightful sounds of griffin and phoenix wings, and the dozens of other noises an enchanted world brings. Presently, Jane and Anna both turned in surprise as a childish and familiar voice declared, “You may be bigger than me Jonsturny, but I can shoot fire AND ice! All you can do is light the candles for mom.”

 

Accompanying this taunt, the image of an even smaller Al flew into view, followed by a much larger emerald green dragon.

 

“At least MY flame is big enough to light a candle Aliphonsore,” jeered Jonsturny, “You’re lucky to singe the wick.”

 

“Well MOM says…”Al’s retort was interrupted by the sharply musical voice of a somewhat medium sized dragon, decked out in deep orange flowers a few shades darker than her own scale color. Amethyst eyes flashing, she called the boys to her.

 

“I told you two to be home an hour ago! Your father is bringing the fairy’s royal family home for dinner and I need your help.”

“Yes ma’am,” Jonsturny murmured.

 

“Sorry mom,” Al whispered.

 

The brothers hung their heads and darted sheepish looks at each other as they followed their mother on the homeward path. Soon they entered the mouth of a large, well lit cavern. There they found three more dragons already making preparations. A small pink one wearing a diaper was carefully attempting to decorate with flowers and leafs while a slightly larger turquoise dragon supervised. They were being watched by a smiling older dragon whose purple body was shot through with silver.

 

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FREE DRAGONS

FREE DRAGONS

Don’t forget to head over to my page and download your FREE digital copies of my fantasy series: The Stone Dragon Saga.

Free through tomorrow night, Book 1: Dragon on My Neck  introduces us to Aliphonsore, the only known fairy dragon, and his centuries old quest to find his family and defeat the insane fairy queen, Passiona.

Free for download Tuesday through Thursday, Book 2: Dragon in My Yard brings our characters closer to the truth, and to danger, as some are reunited with their loved ones, and others are torn away.

Finally, free Friday through Sunday, Book 3: Dragon on the Green takes our friends across the globe in order to locate the strength of family and fight against Passiona’s evil plans.

Please feel free to download, tell your friends, and let me know what you think! And Don’t worry, there is at least one more volume in the works, ‘Dragons in the Deep’ is currently in rough draft form.

Thank you all!