Thursday, 31 May 2012

Introducing ...

Name: Ipomoea
Story: The Unborn Trilogy - Crimson Night
Status: Heavy. Hmm, maybe that’s heavy-ess ^_^

I feel a bit sorry she ends up going the way she does.
Being less destructive than her brothers, Damage and Rampage, but no less as deadly, she’s given leniency from her eldest brother – the Main Character, Herald – and she still ends up taking the same path as the other two.
Yesh, the forest must be full of vampling ashes. I know the valley’s fortress is. ^_~

Ipomoea. Ipomoea. Ipomoea.
I love that name, bit of pity it doesn’t actually crop up in the story. Eh, Crimson Night is due for a rewrite anyway.

Thursday, 24 May 2012

Introducing ...

Name: Isis/Aset
Story: Anubis’ Handmaiden
Status: Um ... Goddess ^_^

I couldn’t do a story featuring Egyptian deity without having Isis show up somewhere in it. She just sort of insinuated herself into the telling. Though, despite the assault upon my muse, she hasn’t been able to assert herself in the forefront.
True to most of the tales, she’s caring and overall motherly to the Main Characters – June and Anpu – but then the former is in a rather dire situation at the time and the latter ... well, the latter share a lot of things.

I quite love the shade of skin I got here. So hoping I can duplicate it for the other deities.

Tuesday, 22 May 2012

June Blogfests

June is nigh. Which means it's the start of another bunch of blogfests and hops.

For those who are not on the up and up. I set myself a goal at the beginning of the year to participate in at least ONE blogfest and month. So far, with half the year nearing, I'm doing pretty well with an average of two blogfests (what can I say? I like upping the bar).
So what's in store for June?

Well, first up is the First Fight, First Kiss Blogfest hosted by Dannielle and Jackie.
On the 12th participants will be posting their first fight scenes, be they verbal or physical.
And then, on the 14th, we'll be making up and posting first kiss scenes.

Click on either link to find out the full details.

Now I've been told in the past that my fight scenes, the physical ones, can be rather short, so I'm very interested in seeing what others come up with.

Because I'm only doing two this month (so far ^_^), next up is Jaycee and Victoria's Girl's Just Wanna Have Fun! Bloghop. This is a reversal of the Oh My Hero! Bloghop they did in April. Only this time, it's girls ... as in plural. At least one being the story's heroine.
At the moment, I'm having a hard time trying to think who will be left behind (though I cannot resist using June). I've so many heroines and I love'em all.

Thursday, 17 May 2012

Introducing ...

Name: Kyle
Story: The Rogue King Saga - The Rogue King
Status: Sergeant

What's this? A human in my non-human story?
Well, he's one of four humans on the planet. He, like the others, is a catalyst ... of sorts.
Though not in the way the other three are and more in a way that leads to greater things happening.
I see Kyle as being the one in the group you didn't want to survive (at least I didn't) and yet, by sheer dumb luck, he happens to be in the right place and does. I’d have much rather another scientist had survived than this trigger-happy twit. Still, in a place where the immediate terrain isn't exactly welcoming, it’s best to have a gun-toting, shoot'em if they move guy around.
Surprised me a little that he let my poor Main Characters – Veng and Lasil – live at all, let alone as long as he did. Then again, I reckon he mellowed with age when it came to Lasil.
Still, his ending gladdens my heart.

I wonder if it'd kill the guy to smile. Hmm ... that's probably quite possible.

Monday, 14 May 2012

First Loves Blogfest

Alex J. Cavanaugh’s First Loves Blogfest has to be the hardest blogfest/bloghop I’ve done so far. I mean, my first loves of movie, song/band, book and person? Hard to single out some in that. But let’s give it a bash, who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about me along the way and when you’re done reading here, you can pop over to Alex’s blog and see what first loves others had.

First Movie
There are so many movies that I recall loving. Beauty and the Beast, The Lion King, Aladdin, Pocahontas ... I could go on forever. I loved them all. I could recite them all. (Given a few moments, I probably still could when it comes to The Lion King and parts of Beauty and the Beast.)
But the one I recall from my earliest memories is ... The Last Unicorn.
Now I cannot embed the opening scene. So click on the link and dig that song. Brings tears to my eyes now. I must have first watched it when I was real young for all I had were vague memories of “a skeleton that drinks” and “a clock you could walk through”. Along with the unicorn, of course, and a “big red bull”.
Took me years to track it down. So hard when I couldn’t recall what it was called. Thank goodness for the internet. Now it’s also one of my daughter’s favourite movies too.

First Song/Band
First band ... uh. Alright then, first song ... Cat’s in the Cradle!
Really! I’ve old memories of my father singing this to me when I was four: it was just the two of us, we were in the middle of moving house, I didn’t have half my things with me and I was all tucked up in a new bed.
I adore so many others songs from right across the singing spectrum, but only this one can give me that recollection.

First Book
Ah! Seriously. The first book I loved? Um ... oh darn. I’ve read so many and loved them to different degrees. What was the first one I fell for?
Okay, okay. Let’s think through this logically. The first book I recall is a little horse novel called Pony Problem. David Eddings’ Elenium series was a delightful read too, I simply adored Sparhawk and, after a second reading, Talon.
But neither is my first love. That title goes to Dragonflight. I’ve read the book at least five/six times now. That I can remember anyway. I’ve favourite scenes I can darn near pick out by opening the book, so maybe it’s more.
What can I say? I’m addicted to draggies.

First Person
Are we talking an actual real person here? Why that would have to go to the father of my child. I stared at this section for ages and, honestly, I can’t think of anyone else I could possibly love more. ^_^

Thursday, 10 May 2012

Introducing ...

Name: Damage
Story: The Unborn Trilogy - Crimson Night
Status: Heavy ^_^

Him, along with his twin brother, are scene characters. I still like thinking up backgrounds and stuff for them.
Take Damage, hes the more level-headed, calculating one of the two. Still, it’s like a toss-up between being mauled by a lion or gored by a bull.


Loving the stance in this picture.

Tuesday, 8 May 2012

The Backworlds is here!


The Backworlds is here!

The first story in the Backworlds series by M. Pax. A vision of how humanity might colonize the galaxy some day in the distant future.

The Backworlds
After the war with Earth, bioengineered humans scatter across the Backworlds. Competition is fierce and pickings are scant. Scant enough that Craze’s father decides to hoard his fortune by destroying his son. Cut off from family and friends, with little money, and even less knowledge of the worlds beyond his own, Craze heads into an uncertain future. Boarding the transport to Elstwhere, he vows to make his father regret this day.

Available from: Amazon / AmazonUK / Smashwords / Feedbooks
Other links to more outlets can be found at either Wistful Nebulae or MPax

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M. Pax’s inspiration comes from the wilds of Oregon, especially the high desert where she shares her home with two cats and a husband unit. Creative sparks also come from Pine Mountain Observatory where she spend her summers working as a star guide. She writes mostly science fiction and fantasy, but confesses to an obsession with Jane Austen. She blogs at her website, http://www.mpaxauthor.com/ and at Wistful Nebuae. You’ll find links there to connect on Twitter, Goodread, FB and other sites.

The sequel, Stopover at the Backworlds’ Edge, will be released in July 2012. It will be available in all ebook formats and paperback.

Monday, 7 May 2012

Here we are. The last day of the Dust It Off Bloghop! hosted by Cortney and Theresa.


The third day: Post what you learned from this WIP. You become a stronger, more rounded writer which each manuscript and we want to know what this particular work taught you.
What did I learn from this version of The Rogue King? *snicker* Everything! How I write my novels now came from writing this. I learnt even more after while doing the third person rewrite. More specifically:
I learnt I can’t write a whole story in first-person. My brain’s just not wired for it. I tried a first-person point of view for the last Knights of Microfiction and it kept popping back to third-person.
Also, I needed to be less telling in my descriptions. And actually have descriptions. Not to mention the internalisations and thoughts that were missing.
And finally, that I’d no clue what I was doing with my punctuations. I honestly believed ?! had a right to be there. >_>

I’ve also gained a deep dislike for the word “was”. In my edits, I try to rid each “was” (and “that”) I come across. I’ll get majorly twitchy when I see them more than once in a paragraph. This has translated into my critiquing (I once read a piece that had “was” eleven times in one paragraph. *twitch*). If I see too many, I may just be forced to bite you.

Saturday, 5 May 2012

Dust it Off Bloghop - The Excerpt

The fifth of May has come. Time for another entry in the Dust It Off Bloghop! hosted by Theresa Paolo and Cortney Pearson.
For those of you who haven’t read my last entry, I’ve chosen the first-person version of The Rogue King.

The second day: Post your favourite excerpt (300-350 words)
This interaction between Kael and his best pal, Frisk, has long been my favourite (especially the ‘three halves’ bit). But in the switch from first-person to third, it was one of many pieces sacrificed as the characters grew beyond their original boundaries. And it occurred to me that, as a merchant’s son, Frisk would have a better understanding of numbers.
Let me just set the scene.
Frisk has brought in a pie-like pastry full of walfre meat (the planet’s version of a camel, though a sort of shaggy, lizard-appearing mammal). Point of view is Kael who, after taking a bite of said pastry, is informed by his father that he’s part walfre.
[This is exactly how it appears since I last touched it in 2008. I cringe at the badness even as I adore my goofy Frisk.]

“What? From who?!”
“From both of us!” My mouth dropped open again and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Frisk in the same pose.
“When … when did you find out?”
“I’ve always known. Your mother is a Raptereon-walfre hybrid and I‘ve always assumed I was the same.”
“Instead, you’re half Raptereon, half walfre and half Trexen.” There was a long pause as both my father and myself stared at Frisk.
“That’s three halves, you twit.” I pointed out to my friend. “You can’t have three halves.”
“You can’t? Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure. It’s three thirds.”
“My point is.” Father interrupted. “I don’t eat my own kind.”
“But walfres are just stupid animals.” Frisk insisted. “You can eat animals. That’s what they’re there for.”
“Klif is an animal.” Dad quietly replied. “You wouldn’t eat him, would you?”
“But he’s not stupid. Besides, he’s a predator. I was talking about prey animals, like wikia, and walfre, and …” Frisk faltered as my father silently folded his arms across his chest and glared at him. “Perhaps I should stop talking.” He squeaked.
“That would probably be a wise idea.” Dad agreed before walking into one of the many bedrooms that were put aside for us.
“Man.” Frisk said in an explosive gust of breath once my father had shut the door. “Your father can be scary when he wants to be.” I thought back to the recent threat dad had given me and this was nothing compared to it.
“You thought that was scary?”
“Kael, I’m terrified of my own father and your dad can tower way over mine. They always said Trexens were part mountain and he surely favours his Trexen heritage.” Frisk glanced over me out of the corner of his eye. “You on the other hand, must favour the short side of the family.”
“I’ve still got a few more years to grow.” I growled.
“Yeah right.” He snorted. “I bet you’ll still fit those clothes by the time this journey is over and I will need a new set before we’re even halfway done.”

Friday, 4 May 2012

The Writer's Voice - Contest Entry #63

For those who don’t know, this is my entry into The Writer’s Voice contest.
Improved version added 23rd May 2012.

Dragon
Adult Fantasy

Query

Maayin, the eighteen-year-old adopted daughter to the lord of Byron’s Peak, has learnt she is the last of the free female dragons. She has spent all of her life looking like and thinking of herself as being human. This ignorance is a minor setback for the council, who plan to use her to prevent the extinction of all dragonkind. Whether she wishes it or not.

Heedless of their intentions, Maayin is desperate to prove she’s nothing more than human and return to her home. Her struggle against accepting the truth brings her to Jaimin who has his own reservations about keeping her imprisoned. He accepts the mantle of tutor only to keep her from Teero, an elder more willing to destroy Maayin’s spirit in favour of obeying the council’s plans.

Racing against the council’s deadline, Jaimin fights to hide his growing feelings towards his charge. While he’s not above disobeying the council’s orders on teaching Maayin to fly, it’s another thing to go against the ancient law that forbids them from being together. And there’s Teero’s unrelenting presence waiting for him to err.

When Maayin catches wind of the council’s scheme, she flees and falls right into the grasp of the dragon clan responsible for slaughtering her kind. They also intend to use both her and the other females they’ve kidnapped. Whereas Maayin’s own idea for the future involves more freedom and no dragons, she will have to rely on Jaimin’s help if either of them is going to live long enough to escape anyone’s plans.

DRAGON, complete at 70,000 words, is a standalone Adult Fantasy novel. Told in alternating POVs of Maayin and Jaimin.


First 250 Words

Maay hummed as she worked the old loom, the dull clack of wood like a lullaby to her ears. Sunlight blazed into the solarium, its normally stifling heat cooled by the wind blowing through the open windows.  She cocked her head to the sound of footsteps echoing through from the open door on the other side of the row of potted plants. Men. It had to be for their boots to hit the stone with such a racket and the occasional, punctuating clink of metal.
Frowning at the woven threads before her, she idly looped another through the strands. It almost sounded like guards. What would they be doing here? Not many men came into this quarter of the castle, mostly servants with their soft shoes and irritating tendencies to blend into the background.
She glanced over her shoulder. Her gaze perused the room, settling on the plants that separated the solarium from the outer room and screened the bulk of the sunlight from those first entering. They bobbed in the breeze, their green leaves bright and inviting. You’re imagining things again. Why earlier, she could’ve sworn she’d heard the flap of massive wings. Was that why the men were here?
Perched on the edge of stood, she held her breath and strained to hear anything other than the tramp of boots. Birdsong drifted in on the breeze, the flit of tiny wings filling the void between their tweets. Maay sighed. Probably a duck. And the men were likely emissaries on their way to greet one of her siblings.

Thursday, 3 May 2012

Dust it Off Bloghop - The Pitch


Has it finally arrived?
Yes, the Dust It Off Bloghop has begun!
Cortney Pearson and Theresa Paolo are encouraging us to take a shelved manuscript, “dust it off” and rediscover some of the treasures forgotten inside.

As I’m a person who loathes throwing away anything I’ve formed an attachment to. My “shelved manuscript” is actually the old, first-person version of The Rogue King. The one I wrote way, way back when I was twelve.


The first day: We want you to post a 1-2 sentence pitch (Great way to practice pitches) about the shelved WIP.
The old, first-person version, is shelved, but the premise of the story is still the same. That in mind, here’s my pitch of The Rogue King:
As a boy, Koral's greatest desire was to be normal, but the demented god Lorric had other ideas and was not above destroying the fate of one young man. Now, years after he has grown to accept his new way of living and with his beloved stolen by the very god who’d derailed his true destiny, Koral is forced from safety to risk his life and worse to free her from the god’s clutches before she is also broken.