October 30, 2007
I decided to accept a challenge… Yeah, I thought I had outgrown that stuff in high school, but this actually sounds like fun.
I’ve joined a bunch of other writers in the National Write a Novel in a Month Challenge!
Here’s the link to the page where you can follow my progress:
Since I started a new novel last week and I have a lot of previous holiday commitments the last week of the month, I’m going to jumpstart with what I have so far. And to be fair, my personal shutoff date is going to be midnight, Friday, November 23rd. I will either be finished or drop out by that date.
Ouch!!! I just read the rules and I can’t do it this way.
No. One of the best things about NaNoWriMo is the way it spreads the agony of creation throughout a large community of co-sufferers. For the pain to be properly distributed (and thereby diminished), all participants must be working on the same deadline.
Well, I guess I’ll have to play fair and according to the rules. I’ll have to come up with another idea tomorrow. Screw it! It will STILL be fun!!!
October 29, 2007
Okay, okay, I know it’s undignified for a Dom to do a happy dance. But screw it!
I just got the cover art for “Time for Clocks and Demons” and am thrilled! Click the Dark Eden Press tab above if you want to see it. I can hardly wait until December 15th, when it is released.
If any of you are going to be near Philly on Saturday, November 17th, be sure to stop by PhilCon and look me up. I’m going to be there all day and would love to answer questions or just chat about writing. There is a chance I’ll be on a panel discussion with some other great writers as well. See ya there!
October 27, 2007
Just this week, I celebrated finishing my first full novel by starting another one. The new one is a paranormal tale with some twists. Here’s an un-edited teaser:
Finally! It was closing time and he could lock up. After pulling the blinds, making sure the security cameras were working and moving the cash drawer to the safe, Doug headed downstairs.
Like most basements in these older buildings, it was dingy and crowded with overflow from his business. With an ease born of familiarity, he wound his way between rickety shelving and piles of boxes until he stood in front of an huge, antique sideboard. Eight foot long, more than six foot high with a series of beveled glass mirrors set between the top shelves, it obviously weighed hundreds of pounds. He looked at himself in one of the mirrors and carefully spoke a phrase in Mandarin.
The dragons carved into the end posts seemed to smile and nod and the whole sideboard slid silently forward. He walked behind it and ducked into a low, brick-lined passage. A moment later, the sideboard slid back, against the wall.
Only a dozen paces away, the dark passage ended at a heavy wooden door. Working by feel, Doug unlocked the modern padlock and stepped into a room lit only with a single incandescent bulb.
“Hello… Is anybody there?” The voice sounded weak, scared, trembling. “Please… Somebody help me… Please get me out of here.” He ignored it.
The room had a stone floor, brick walls and rough timber framing. On one end of the room, a heavy English dining table supported a brass-framed casket with a beveled glass top. Golden dragon oil lamps stood at the head and foot. On the other end of the room, a coat rack held a single silken robe and it stood guard over a six-foot hole in the floor; an old cistern.
He lit the two dragon lamps and the air was immediately filled with the smell of sandalwood and something else… something acrid and sour. He glanced down at the shriveled mummy for a moment, smiled, took two steps backwards and bowed deeply. “It is time, Mistress.”
Once more the desperate voice from the cistern… “Oh my god! No! Please! No! Don’t let her… Not again. I’ll do anything. Anything! Please… please.”
He stood, saw a dim green glow coming from the casket and smiled. Then, he turned and looked down, into the cistern.
The weak light from the single bulb barely made it down to the bottom of the ten foot deep well. The blond was naked, wild-eyed and her hair was unkempt. Obviously terrified, she stood with her back pressed against the side of the cistern and pleaded with him.
“Please! You’ve got to let me out. You don’t know what it’s like when she… “ Her eyes grew wider and her mouth made an ‘O’ shape as a soft keening of despair passed her lips. “No… Nooo… Please…”
The air around him grew very cold as a glowing green fog swept around his ankles and flowed down, into the cistern. She wailed in terror once more, then the fog enveloped her and the cries faded.
Doug lifted the end of a wooden ladder and slid it down the side of the well. A moment later, it shook as the young woman, climbed out.
“Good evening, Mistress.” He handed her the silken robe.
“Good evening, Mister Paulson.” He voice and mannerisms were that of a bygone era. No longer the whimpering young victim, she now had a regal demeanor.
“As usual, your bath is ready and I’ve acquired several new dresses that you may find pleasing.”
“Thank you, Mister Paulson. If you will lead the way?”
A few moments later, they were in his suite on the second floor. She opened the bathroom door and smiled at the tub full of steaming bubble bath.
“Excuse me, Mistress. But will that be all you require this evening?”
She smiled at him. “Yes. Thank you and don’t worry… I’ve not forgotten your reward.” She clapped her hands twice, sharply. “Girls? Attend our customer… Now!”
The lights dimmed for a moment and the walls seemed to shimmer as a pair of beautiful young women stepped forward. They appeared very scared of her.
“You are to make sure our host is kept very happy this evening. You are to accommodate him in any way he wishes, understood?”
She was answered with a soft chorus of “Yes, Mistress”.
When she left the bath a little while later, she was dressed in a beautiful Chinese silk mini dress with embossed dragons. She paused for a moment and listened to the sounds of orgasmic bliss coming from his bedroom. She sneered in contempt and headed downstairs and out to mingle with the evening crowds. “Perhaps a good steak tonight?” She thought to herself.
October 11, 2007
Rejections can sometimes suck the wind right out of our sails. However, I propose we turn the process of gathering rejection slips into something positive. I am proposing a Rejection Pledge.
Here is how it works: This year, choose a rejection goal for yourself. Maybe you are just starting out and are hesitant about submitting. You could set a goal to collect 2 rejection slips this year. Those who have been at this a little longer, can set their sights higher. (My goal this year is 100).
If you decide to take the pledge, edit your signature to look like mine. The fraction=number of rejections received/number pledged. Don’t forget to update it when you receive new rejections.
I’m proposing a couple of slight modifications to this proposal.
Since we’re already in the last third of this calendar year, how about making it a year ending Thanksgiving of 2008. That way, you’ll have a little over a year from now and something to celebrate, even if it is just the tremendous effort it takes to collect a pile of rejection slips.
This might be even more fun if it were a contest with a prize at the end. So, how about a Prize Pool. Each of us that posts their pledge has to post a small prize they are willing to provide to the person who gets the MOST rejection slips on the SAME WORK before a contract is signed. You must have a signed contract to win the prize pool and the work must have been rejected more than any of the other entrants.
If you want to join this little contest, post a comment below with:
- Name and a link where you can be contacted.
- The Name of the work you’re going to try and get published.
- The number of rejections you already have on that work.
- The prize you’re willing to add to the Prize Pool.
For example, here’s my entry:
- Anthony Stevens – email me at firstname.lastname@example.org
- “New Ickford Manor” Could you survive being torn from the veil of time?
- It hasn’t been submitted yet. I expect first draft will be ready this month.
- My donation to the Prize Pool will be the winner’s choice of a custom graphics banner, a custom header graphic for their webpage or a custom locking leather collar of my own design.
Be sure to stop back and update us on your rejections.
Comments and Suggestions welcomed!
October 10, 2007
I just did a web search for the name ‘Anthony Stevens’ in order to find out if I was listed on any other blogs or press releases. Imagine my surprise when I ran into not one, but several other internet celebrities with the same moniker. Ok, just for the record… I am NOT one of these fine gentlemen!
Anthony M. Stevens-Arroyo is Professor of Puerto Rican and Latino Studies at Brooklyn College and Distinguished Scholar of the City University of New York. Widely published both in English and Spanish, he has written more than 40 scholarly articles and authored 9 books, including the four volume PARAL series on religion among Latinos/as.
Anthony Stevens is a former Australian footballer (Rugby) who played for the North Melbourne Kangaroos. He was named as a ruck rover in the club’s official ‘Team of the Century’.
Mr Anthony Stevens Is Campus Librarian at City West Campus, University of Southern Australia. He manages a team of dedicated staff who provide face to face service to students and staff of UniSA.
What I am is a writer of Science Fiction, Fantasy and Erotic Fiction. You can learn more about me by scanning some of the rest of the pages on this blog.
October 4, 2007
I attended my first high school reunion last week and am just now getting back into the swing of writing again.
Let’s take a quick inventory of what is going on at this point.
My trilogy “Time for Clocks and Demons” is being edited and is scheduled for December 15th release at Dark Eden Press. There are excerpts already here and, as soon as I have cover art, I’ll share it.
I was working on my Science Fiction Novel trilogy, but a few weeks back, in response to a challenge, I got sidetracked with what I thought was going to be a ‘quickie’ short story. Instead, this beast has taken on a life of its own and I’m about 80% finished with the first draft of a novel. An excerpt from the unedited first draft will appear on these pages, soon.
As a history buff, I find that I can gather some interesting notes from time to time. With that in mind, I’m going to establish another page on this blog where you’ll find miscellaneous notes. These will include timelines, locations and descriptions and links to the various pieces of hardware I refer to in my writings. Of course, questions and suggestions are always welcome.