• Writing

    Conflagration of Phoenixes version …what comes after zeta?

    So I heard back from readers who beta-ed Conflagration for me. One of them has no problem with how the romance angle unfolds. Two of them have serious how the hell did we get here issues. At least one of them has what the fuck is going on syndrome at the end of the book. Not good. Not gonna lie. I was hoping that I would be able to finish the edits by the end of March and send it out to be professionally edited so I could self-publish in May.  Suffice to say that I don’t think that’s going to happen now. Which is really disappointing since I really, really,…

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  • Goddess in Waiting

    Goddess in Waiting Ch. 9

    I paused in front of the coffee shop and looked at the guys. “I’m going to talk to Gaia. You lot can do whatever you like. I’ll meet you back at my place.” Mikhail cocked his head. “Shouldn’t we go with you?” “I think that would be ill-advised. Gaia doesn’t like visitors and she especially doesn’t like guests she doesn’t know.” I made a wry face. “In fact, I’m not certain she wouldn’t throw me out as well.” “You’re going to see if she’s willing to let you bend the rules of the Pact, aren’t you?” I nodded at Raphael. “Yes. I was one of the original contractors, so she…

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  • Goddess in Waiting

    Goddess in Waiting ch. 8

    We stood in downtown Taipei, across the street from the Taipei 101 building. I looked up at the skyscraper and smiled. Why was I not surprised Chang’e chose to live at the top of a skyscraper? Thanatos tipped his head back. “So this is the Taipei one-oh-one.” Mikhail followed suit, raising his hand to shield his eyes. “How do we get in? I’ve heard rumors of the VIP club at the top, but it’s never been substantiated.” A melodious voice came from behind us. “You don’t.” I turned. “Chang’e. Or shall I call you Grace?” A girl walked toward us, her hip length ponytail swaying in counterpoint to her hips.…

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  • Authoring

    Is love on the internet just another self-delusion?

    I’m actually not talking about internet dating. I’m talking about author persona, friends on the internet, patreon, crowdfunding, author visibility, and all those kettles of seafood medley. I’ve been trawling through Robert Jackson Bennett’s blog and there were a couple of posts that struck a nerve. Struck a nerve and then proceeded to strum them hard in a fashion reminiscent of a rock metal-esque riff. Part of me agrees with the notion that you can’t really know someone and form lasting bonds on the internet. It’s the usual 90% versus 10% rule. I’ve made incredible friends over the internet, solely through the internet, but I would argue that is the…

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  • Random snippets in the life

    Some notes on freelancing

    Or, why learning to say no is invaluable. One key suggestion I have is: Unless you’re starving, do not take on a gig that makes you want to spork out your eyes. For that matter, do not take on a gig if it even makes you sigh into your morning cup of ambition. I found that unless I actively needed the money to live, if I didn’t like the project, I would procrastinate on starting it. This is bad for many reasons, all of which should be more than clear. The project would take longer simply because I didn’t like it. Completely aside from whatever procrastination devices I came up…

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  • Goddess in Waiting

    Goddess in Waiting ch. 7

    I lifted the bronze ring and let it fall with a crash against the door to Dawn’s cave. “C’mon Dawn. You better be home, or else.” I tapped my foot against the stone ground and resisted the urge to look over my shoulder. If he had wanted to follow me, he would have caught up with me by the time I’d arrived at Dawn’s dwelling. His continued absence probably meant he was willing to honor my wishes. The heavy stone door swung open and Dawn peered out. “Amarantha. Come in.” I breathed out a sigh of relief when the door slid shut behind us. Even Death couldn’t come into another…

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  • Writing

    Power differences in romance

    I read a book by an author I usually enjoy a couple of days ago. As you might have guessed from the title and the “usually”, I didn’t enjoy it. There was a significant power difference between the heroine and the hero. The sort of power difference where it was like watching a ten year old beat on a three year old. It wasn’t just age, or knowledge, resources, physical capability, mental capacity, and sexual prowess — it was that he trumped her soundly in all of those areas. It was painful to read, because he’d do something terrible and then he’d put his hands on her and she’d just…

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  • Goddess in Waiting

    Goddess in Waiting ch. 6

    Mikhail lifted the cup of tea to his lips, sooty eyelashes sweeping down to hide those piercing silver eyes. Dressed in a soft blue cambric shirt and worn jeans, he looked more the part of a too-pretty cowboy in one of those denim ads rather than the archangel he was. Strangely enough, he’d insisted on moving somewhere else for the discussion. Somewhere without a dead man and a pool of congealing blood. It was somehow decided that my home was the place to go, over my objections. I looked around the table and swallowed a sigh. I had my estranged husband, my leash-holder and an archangel in my garden drinking…

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