Now that I've decided to self-publish my sword and sorcery series rather than working through a traditional publisher, I will need to secure my own covers. There are a lot of great and not too expensive ebook cover designers out there, and I'll talk about my selection process and what the process of getting a cover designed is like in a later thread. But, in the meanwhile, I want to post … [Read more...]
Run, stupid, run
The other night, as we were watching the latest incarnation of The Incredible Hulk, my daughter turned to me during two major fight scenes and said twice, "Why don't they just step out of the way?" They were, of course, the hapless soldiers dealing with the wrath of the Hulk and the Abomination. Hulk smashed. Abomination did his reptile thing. In both scenes, the gamma radiation misfits … [Read more...]
Slaying the Gatekeepers
Nine months is reasonable to wait for a baby. Nine months is reasonable to write a novel. However, nine months is not so reasonable to hear absolutely no response from a traditional publisher or agent on a work submitted for consideration. In the modern world of fiction writing, two major avenues exist for getting creative works to the reader. The first is the traditional publishing … [Read more...]
Black River – Prologue
Craxius heard words in the river. At first, he thought it was the other soldiers from the fortress laughing about the ambush. Then he was sure that it was the whispers of a band of Northerners sneaking up on the encampment of soldiers. Finally, he heard children singing. But it was only the water rushing against the stones. Craxius blew his breath to warm his hands. He was too old to be … [Read more...]
Black River – Work in Progress
Sand lifted in a great gust forcing Shield Scyldmund to close his eyes. The fine particles blasted against his skin, sharp, at the edge of pain. It hissed as it slithered beneath the rings of his dented armor, twisted into his beard, and lodged itself into the wrinkles that masked his eyes. These fierce sands wore down city walls, witnessed the fall of kingdoms, tore the skin from corpses. Yet … [Read more...]
Jiro
Boots poked out of thick undergrowth within a stone’s throw of the heavily rutted country road. What was visible of the armor – a bronze plated lamellar jacket – was congealed with blood. Jiro – hungry, cold, and tired – saw the armor as the means to fill his aching belly. Judging by the dead man’s white sash, now ruined with blood, Jiro suspected he was one of the many soldiers – without a … [Read more...]
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