Words on Wednesday – Share a Writing Success

Hey Everyone,

That time again for Words on Wednesday; an author link up hosted by Lynn Sollitto. This week’s topic is to share a writing success. To shamelessly write about ourselves, and our success(es).

Just to have my books out there and to have people reading them, I think, is a writing success in itself. I still remember the feeling of selling my first book to someone I didn’t know. There was disbelief at first and running through my list of friends and family to track down who bought it. Then, when I realized a stranger bought my book there was a crazy smile, and happy dance.

However, I also LOVE when I get response from fans (another writing success). I love to know what people are thinking and what they have to say about what I’ve written. I’ve received short blurbs (Like I’ve attached below. Copy and Paste did something really weird to my post, so it’s going to be at the bottom of this post.), tweets, reviews and I’ve received a few detailed analyses through private messages. I’ve appreciated them all.

It gives me incite into how people are interpreting what I’m writing, coming from the unbiased view of someone who isn’t my grandma (who has loved everything she’s read so far). As much as I love my grandma, I think she’s pretty much obligated to love everything I write (or at least tell me she does).

There’s just something different about having a stranger like what I’m writing.

Another writing success, that goes hand in hand with fans, is that I’ve started a fan club on Patreon. Fans can pay different amounts for access and exclusive information. It’s just starting out (a few days old), but I have 21 posts on there right now and plan on adding more in the days coming. I’ve wanted to start a fan club for a while, and Patreon seems to be a great platform to do it. Plus it’s an artist crowdsourcing site which can help me fund ideas I have to make my books the best they can be.

Alright. I’m going to stop talking about myself now, and let these fine reviews finish off this post.

Have a wonderful rest of the week!

 

Cady_Cheshire Aug 25

Your character developments are really good! Keep it up! 💕


   Disapointedsheep Apr 10
Hello! 
I've been meaning to read this book for a long time now, and I've gotta say; you have one lovely writing style. The description is well done, and makes both the characters and the environment feel alive.
I'm not too much of a fan of this kind of setting, but this is certainly a good, well written story, and this book is certainly going to my reading list.
Keep up the good work!
Disapointedsheep


   Bludragon28 Apr 07
your story it good, you explain it very well, keep up the awesome work!!!



   JRShepherd Apr 06
Your writing is very descriptive helping me to see every detail. Well done!

Patreon – Fan Club

I have discovered Patreon. For those of you who don’t know, Patreon is essentially a crowdfunding site for artists.

I’ve decided to give it a try because there is so much that I would like to do. I would love to hire professional people to do some of the work for me and give me a more professional product; professional editor, book cover artist, and website designer. I want to pay for a website hosting that would allow me to remove the company’s ads from my site. Consult with a marketing professional, or maybe hire a promotional agent. I have ideas for trinkets and bobbles (jewelry, bookmarks, shirts, notebooks, etc.). Set up a fan club and post box. Have book promotional trailers created. Official art for the books and characters. Expand the versions of my books to include a variety of sizes and hard cover. Go on a book tour.

With Patreon I can make one of those things come true simultaneously, while crowdfunding for the other items I wish to do. So, I am pleased to announce that I now have a fan club up and running. Access to which, depending on amount invested, will get you exclusive access to behind the scenes information, read chapters as I finish writing them, copies of my ebooks, or care packages including signed book copies and swag.

Check it out here.

 

Words on Wednesday – Share Fav Writing Quote or Meme

Happy Wednesday Everyone,

For this WoW we are to share our favourite writing quote of meme. If you follow my Twitter you may have already seen that I post quite a few writer/author memes. From that comes my favourite of the moment.

The meme I chose, while funny and relatable, also sums up my writing life right now.

I have a toddler. For those of you who have had this pleasure, you also know this means that anytime you pull out the laptop or notebook, magically the toddler appears. They might want cuddles, a diaper change, food, for you to draw a “meow” (or a hundred), or to help you type. The only true, undisrupted writing time you get is when the bundle of energy is sleeping. And, consequently, when you should be sleeping.

Do this often, or on a up till 4 am roll, and you may have some interesting mental capacities the next day. Which, since having a toddler, will start at 6 am.

Until next time,

DEOINTCXgAAvEgi

 

Words on Wednesday – Share your Writing

Words on Wednesday hosted by Lynn Sollitto can be found here.

Good Morning People,

This month’s Words on Wednesday prompt is Share your Writing. I’ll be sharing a WIP.

Dezirah Volume 3, Chapter 7. The excerpt you will be reading is from the beginning of the Chapter 7. It’s unedited from the final version that will be published because it is fresh. Just finished writing Chapter 7 on Sunday.

 

SPOILER WARNING! – Of course it contains spoilers. Lots and lots of spoilers. If you don’t like spoilers, then don’t read on. Just cover your eyes and exit.

 

 

Chapter 7 – Jaiden’s POV

Bodies, what’s left of them, are strewn about. Red brown blood, some dry and some sticky and wet, is spread everywhere. The flashlight shines highlights in what’s wet.

Long ago, I stopped caring where I stepped as the blood was unavoidable to my human capabilities and limitations. My shoes and pant legs have been sacrificed to the cause. The sleeves of my shirt pulled up to my elbows in an attempt to save my shirt from the inevitable shared fate of the garbage.

I scratch my palm to rid an itch from the dried liquid. The dried bits peel away with each rub, while the wet spreads further.

I can’t wait to shower.

Desensitized to all the blood, skin, and unimaginable horror, I enter the house for the hundredth time for one last look around and collection.

A solar generator provided enough electricity to continue to run the fridge, and a freezer in the basement. To our surprise and delight there was homemade ice cream in the freezer, flavoured with chocolate chips and mint extract. The mint breaks through fresh, but overpowering; they added too much to the mix. The chocolate chips are too large to melt in an instant on our tongues. Despite all of this, the ice cream is a welcome treat I look forward to devouring on the ride back.

It was discovered then, as we figured out the deafening hum of an old tuned out noise, that the lights worked. The true horror of the massacre more picturesque and detailed in the light, but not as creepy. I miss the expansive light as I navigate by flashlight.

All the food and gas were obvious easy picks from their designated areas. The solar generator attached surprisingly easy to the back of a commandeered truck, though a thread of doubt lingers that maybe it was too easy because we missed something. It would be horrible to lose the generator after going over a bump, because we missed a pin or something to hook it up.

Tricky, and nauseating, at first, was the scavenging for everything else. Weapons had to be unbelted from the dead bodies; none of them safe from the fluids of their owners. Some pockets held treasures like pocket knives and lighters. Other pockets held rocks, tissues, and personal knickknacks.

Pilfering drawers as bodies lay in their beds; oblivious to their danger as they slept, then died.

Whatever happened, it happened fast. Bodies lay where they died scattered throughout the house. No one had a chance to group and fight.

Not one person hiding in a closet hoping to not be noticed. Not one person made it outside, or close enough to the back door to unlock it.

The people who did this acted in monstrosity. The goal was clear, to kill everyone here; no doubt in that. A horde of supernaturals descended on these people.

Necks are torn open it what Leah expressed as the type of bite a vampire leaves when they aim to kill quickly; messy and wasteful.

Scratches and punctures of all sizes and numbers got most of the rest. A few still have a blade left inside them where it struck. I yanked out what I could. A couple blades stuck inside, stuck on bone and impossible for me to pull out without seesawing and disturbing the body’s internal organs. The couple blades were not worth the effort and body desecration.

I walk through to the bedrooms. Like a scanner I start from one side and work my way to the opposite side of the room, and carry this process on through the house.

The two bedrooms were picked clean personally: clothes, weapons, and some children’s books. Leah had gotten the bathroom: soaps, toiletries, and linen.

Linen closet provided more linen. The living room was turned into another bedroom; movies, and looted items from the bodies.

The image of Crystal pecking and slurping up the soft eyeball of the victim laying on the ground pops up as I see him again. An opportune meal from the man who had his face slashed open to the bone and further.

On and on I check list the upstairs, only obtaining a screwdriver I suppose could be useful. Right off from the kitchen I walk downstairs.

The basement area is both finished and unfinished; half and half. I want to finish with the ice cream, so I walk through to the far side.

A stuffed owl watches from its mount on the corner to a little hall; a grey great horned owl if I remember correctly. The eyes appear to follow me. The realistic bird is a sign of great taxidermy. I can’t help but feel it could jump out and attack me at any time.

To the left is a teen’s bedroom decorated in boyband posters and pink. Leah went through the rooms down this way, so I go through with extra diligence. This room is untouched from a carnage aspect. It’s a nice break, but it feels wrong to trudge through; like I’m desecrating a tomb.

Supplies from the previous people scatter through the room. Leah likely tossed the sleeping bags to their current crumpled positions. Drawers left open from her inspection.

Small shirts and pants will never fit me, but her closet holds shoes in my size. Most are heels, and therefore completely useless to me. A few are gaudy in size and colours. Flower patterned flats that look uncomfortable, and blister inducing; not to mention hideous.

There is a pair of black All Star shoes. They look like Converse but without the ankle edges coming up so high. I think these look better and more comfortable. I nab them as replacements for what I have on, and two pairs of socks. If the shoes fit, the socks should too. They’re black too. The colour is safe as safe can be from stains; namely blood stains.

The room is done. I won’t find anything else in here.

A closed and locked room is next. It has a hole in the center of the nob. The dismantled pen from the desk easily lets me in. I burst in for an element of surprise, but I don’t need it. No one is in the bathroom.

Maybe someone locked the door to keep people out of the contents. Leah wouldn’t have done that.

The bathroom is decorated like a beach. Seashells hang in picture frames on each side of the mirror. A seashell acts as the soap bar holder. Sandy walls and blue floors; I’ve never seen a blue tub and toilet before now.

On a whole, the bathroom is very neat and tidy. There is no cue that this room has been opened in the last few months; not counting a lack of dust.

Many of the drawers lack anything inside. It is behind three rolls of toilet paper that I find black bottles with reminiscent labelling of a popular sun block for vampires.

The bottles have some weight to them. The one feels full, while the other may be half empty. Both will be vital to the vampires back home and to Leah. This could open us up to being able to search during the day. No longer would they be restricted to the ever shortening night.

Summer is coming and with it the shortest night of the year. Imagine only being able to leave your house for six hours over a period of a few months. As a private person and a homebody I likely could, but the opposite spectrum of personalities may have issues with it.

My arms are nearly full after the bottles and toilet paper, so I cut my last sweep short. Finishing up requires the acquisition of the ice cream.

Straight ahead into the unfinished multiuse kids play room and storage, I grab the ice cream and balance it on top.

I trek back to the upstairs. Leah isn’t here, and is likely outside still. She’s probably waiting for me to get going; impatiently as she would be.

On the way out the house, above the door, is a message in blood. I pause to view it one last time. A reminder of the violence and purpose of the events that had taken place here.

A brutal message, as any would be written in blood, by the hands of someone looking for attention in the worst way possible.

 

FOR YOU – DARIUS

Words on Wednesday – Introduce Yourself – Writer Linkup

Introduce Yourself prompt – Words on Wednesday hosted by Lynn Sollitto can be found here.

 

Good day,

Thank you Lynn for hosting this. Should be fun getting together. The author community is a great one, full of crazy crazy people.

Let’s do this.

About me.

I’m an indie author. I came about that decision after months of waiting for the business to get back to me; even a No Thanks would have been better than absolutely nothing. But I received nothing back, and was antsy waiting the whole time.

I looked into being an indie author and haven’t looked back since. I enjoy being an indie author because it’s very hands on and I’m in complete control of my works.

Writing wasn’t something I was into until later in my young life. We didn’t have much for free writing/story writing in school. When we finally had a free writing short story assignment in grade six, I blew my teacher out of the water. My three page recommended story was fifteen pages. I didn’t think anything of it at the time so I didn’t continue writing stories. It wasn’t until I was sixteen that I started writing stories after my mom passed away that I really delved into writing. That’s when the Dezirah Universe started.

And, that’s why two of the character start off their stories in high school, because I was in high school when their stories were started, so it was a natural move for me to make.

That was nine years ago.

In August, it’ll be one year since I published Volume 1 (a conglomeration of each of the three main characters POV stories following them during the same time period before they start gathering together) and Volume 2 was published in March. I am writing Volume 3 now, and expect that to be out in January 2018.

I also have a couple novellas: Hypocrites and Blood Mountain.

I try to write a novella in between my Dezirah books to help get out the other story ideas that don’t fit. It helps to keep things fresh and gives me a short break between Dezirah books to gather all my notes and ideas for the next book in the series.

Other than my books, I am a stay at home mom to a beautiful two year old daughter. Majority of my writing happens when she is sleeping because she’s a toddler and constantly going going going. It’s hard to chase her around while juggling a laptop, and she steals my notebook and pencil to draw if I bring those out.

As I was writing this my daughter woke up from her nap, so I am now typing with one hand with a stuffed duck on my lap, and she’s wrapping pieces of tape around my fingers.

Goodbye for now,

Jacey K Dew

 

 

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EbookKara never thought she’d have to go back to the city in the crux of a mountain. When her mother falls terminally ill, she returns only by her twin sister’s request and fiancé’s insistence.
Five years have gone by since she was last home. Much of the façade has stayed exactly the same. The Drugs sign is still off kilter. Drunken Will’s vehicle has been parked at the bar since she left. The Gerald’s house is a blinding highlighter shade of yellow.
But, underneath the surface lurks a slew of small town drama.
What life changing consequences will her return put into motion?

Pre-Order Today

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Barnes & Noble

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