2020. 3. 3. 04:11ㆍ카테고리 없음
This is just a quick post (and giveaway!) to let you know 2 things: 1) Rippler has been included in a 6 e-book Box Set for just.99 including best-selling authors SM Reine and Sarra Cannon! (And yes, they still pay us authors!) If you like your fantasy heroines edgy, you can pick up copies at these e-tailers: Amazon Barnes & Noble Kobo 2) Rippler, Chameleon, and Unfurl have received paperback face lifts! I love the new matte covers.
To celebrate these two things, I’m giving away a signed copy of RIPPLER (US only) in all its matte-cover glory! A Rafflecopter giveaway. And I did, too!
And today’s Chinese launch of a rover to the Moon reminded me it was high time I blogged about my recent visit to NASA’s Kennedy Space Center for the launch of MAVEN, the probe traveling to Mars to figure out where all the water on Mars went to. I applied as a guest of @NASASocial, which you should totally check out if you are interested in space or going to see a launch some day yourself! But really, pictures do such a great job of telling a story, so here are a few of my trip to NASA: We got to hear presentations from some of the NASA women behind MAVEN! I got to hang out at the countdown clock.
That would be the same clock that counted down the Apollo missions! It all started with the phrase below: She was the kind of girl who slept with books on her bed. Well, to all good things must come “The End.” I finished drafting the Mars Series all the way to the end this past week. (Drafting, mind you, is not where I put in the serious hours. Read about how my brain works here.) Anyway, as I was doing this I kept asking myself, what else will my readers want to know?
And then it occurred to me I could, you know, ASK my readers. So this is me, asking: what little or big “loose ends” are you hoping to see wrapped up when The Saving Mars Series is complete? I can’t promise that I’ll be able to fit everything in, but I can promise I’ll take your requests seriously. It has been quite awhile since I wrote a craft post, and the last post I popped up was just so full of sadz, so I thought I would turn to something that makes a small smile creep up on my face: revision. Yes, that’s right, I Like Revision. A bit of an understatement. Let me try again.
I Live For Rewrites. That felt better. Here is the first page of a novel I started when I was eight. There are clear signs of what kind of writer I would eventually become. Um, that would be the cross outs in case you were wondering. From a very early age, I really enjoyed going back over my stories, my letters to grandparents, my journal entries–anything I’d written, really.
Earlier this week, I clicked on a link that brought me to. Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be writers Don’t let ’em hold pencils and write all that slush Let ’em be actors and singers and such I just got back from a month in California where I got to visit a farmer’s market twice each week.
Those markets always included a musician or two, which got me to pondering something I’ve been brushing up against a lot, lately. Let’s see if I can put it all down in words. (After I show you this fantastic fruit!) Just before my California sojourn, I attended my second writing conference in as many months. I love hanging with my tribe a couple of times a year. It is good to be in the company of like minds, people who salivate over sentences the way I do. But I walked away from. Here’s the thing.
If you’ve followed me in any way, shape, or form in the last five or so years, you’ve probably noticed a certain vagueness as to my age. A certain je ne sais quoi about being une femme d’un certain age.
(Okay, I totally abused the sense of the phrase “je ne sais quoi,” but it is such an adorable phrase that I couldn’t resist.) Well, I think it is time, in the words of Puumba, to “Put your behind in your past.” Today I turned fifty. That’s right. Half a freaking century.
Born in 1963 when landing on the Moon was still an idea and not ancient history. When it came to my authorly career, I’ve been embarrassed and worried about my age. I mean, who writes about teenagers when they haven’t been one in decades? What do you call an author who forgot to hit “post” on her new book launch announcement? Buried in promo? So, all of the above. Which necessitated a bit of a re-write of said blog post.
Losing Mars, Book Three in the Saving Mars Series has, indeed, launched. I’ll tease you with the description: Some Goodbyes Are More Final Than Others Jessamyn has survived a terrifying crash but lost her ship, joining Pavel, Ethan, and others in the dissenter settlement of Yucca. Now, Chancellor Lucca Brezhnaya believes Jess is out to destroy the Terran government, and Lucca will stop at nothing to find Jess. The trail of tellurium left in the Mars Raiders’ wake makes them vulnerable to discovery, and when Lucca places a spy in their midst, secrets are spilled that could mean the loss. Ideas are funny. One morning you’re setting out to make crepes so you won’t have to later, and it occurs to you that instead of making crepes, you could make sourdough crepes!
Rippler Cidney Swanson Epub Online
(Yes, this might have happened to me personally.) And OMG do those crepes turn out good! (Note: I am a woman with a camera who doesn’t really know how to use it-apologies for poorly lit photo.) I am still trying to figure out why I never thought of doing this before. I’ve had a sourdough starter for years.
Rippler Cidney Swanson Epub 2
Cooked with the stuff for decades. But it had never occurred to me to sour up that water/flour/egg batter before today. The whole experience reminded me of the very best part about my experience as a writer. (Apart from people telling me they enjoyed my books:D) My fave moments.
Books
I rented The Words Friday night, looking to completely veg out for a nice way to ease into a relaxing weekend. I’d done my 2000 words for the day, answered all my emails, tweets, and FB notices. I deserved a nice evening with DH. Which I did not get.
There are some things The Words got right—Jeremy Irons’ portrayal of a curmudgeon is nothing short of brilliant. Ben Barnes does a decent young Jeremy. (I know whereof I speak—I used to watch young Jeremy onstage in merry olde England when he and I were both. Younger.) The cinematography is really luscious if you dig Paris now and in the late 40’s. And what’s not to like about Bradley Cooper’s brilliantly blue eyes and Zoe Saldana’s lovely brown ones? Here’s the thing.
This is a movie that.