…I’ve been a bit distracted with this n’ that in the past few days, so I neglected to change the price on the Small Price to Pay e-story. It’s still at .99 … and, well, I don’t feel right arbitrarily changing that, so I’m going to extend that price through the end of the month instead. So through the end of February, you can download this wonderfully nasty little story about the teyanain for under a buck.
By the way. Yes. The story is on sale through Smashwords. I used to look down on Smashwords. But you know what? For an author? It is a SERIOUSLY GREAT SETUP.
I’m getting just over half that dollar in my pocket–about .56, if I recall correctly. Which is a really good percentage! But it’s still not a lot of money. (looks in change jar, rattles it mournfully)
So if you really like the story and think supporting it (and my writing career) is worth more than a buck, please do swing by The Scribbling Lion and drop the difference into the donation box. It’s discreetly located at the bottom of the home page, because, yanno, I hate to beg. But the Lion’s out of funds, and the only way I’m going out to conventions and events this and next year is if something very positive happens on that front.
Going to a convention as a writer guest is SO great, and SO useful, and absolutely worthwhile yadda yadda BUT–I can’t absorb the entire expense right now. Which means vending. Which means needing cash inflow. So go buy A Small Price To Pay, and enjoy the hell out of it, and tell your friends to buy their very own copy. And then swing by The Scribbling Lion and see if there’s anything in inventory you’d like. (There will be.) And tell your friends about those things. And so on. You know the bloody drill, you’ve heard it a zillion times from every other broke writer and artist and musician out there.
But more important than anything else, to me, is that you read great fiction–mine, or someone else’s–oh, hell, all right, MINE. 😀
Remember. Until the end of February 2016: .99 for a very fun and cruel story. Then the price (gasp) doubles….
…oh the horror, I’m totally pricing myself out of the market, what am I thinking, AUGH….
Go read already, damnit. There’s a huge chunk of it available as a free sample, even.
…and more seriously, tongue now firmly back out of cheek, thank you. Thank you now and forever for caring enough to read this far, and for giving a flaming gerho fart about anything I write. You rock. 😀 <3
In the world of Leona R. Wisoker’s Children of the Desert series, the teyanain are a mysterious, insular tribe who control the major access point between the northern kingdom and the southern desert Families. Outsiders know little to nothing about the teyanain; the less one knows, the better, is common wisdom. The further one gets pulled into politics, however, the more likely one is to face the teyanain; for all their reclusiveness, they meddle in politics constantly.
This short story offers a rare glimpse into the world behind the curtain as Cuna, an ambitious young woman, breaks with permitted gender roles and risks her life to become nitta-hei: an elite teyanain assassin-spy. Her choices, and the escalating price tag, have long-ranging consequences that echo into the final book of the Children of the Desert series.
Like the previous release, Fallen City, this story fills in background detail intended to enrich the reader’s enjoyment of the overall series.
This story is available for only $0.99 for pre-orders through Smashwords and will be delivered to the public at large on January 30, 2016.
Personal note: I had a lot of fun writing this one. That may well indicate, given the overall arc, that there is something dreadfully wrong with me. Or it may just confirm that I’m a writer. You decide. 😀
Cover art by the indomitable Mike McPhail of eSpec Books.
I am seriously going to start declaring December as a no-go for EVERYTHING in the future. Year after year, I wind up flat on my arse, incapable of doing anything but coughing and sleeping for record stretches. Year after year, I promise to get Things Done in December and have to back out of those promises. It’s become a standard enough pattern that I think I need to respect it…
…and hire a plant sitter for the winter months, as well. Getting the bulk of the plants out of the house has done more than any prescriptions to help me back onto my feet. Bloody allergies…
I often curse myself for not being more productive. I see folks go to work day in and day out with worse health problems than I have (my perception). They have to pay the bills, they have to do the work. I berate myself endlessly for not being up to that standard. I’m lazy, I’m selfish, I’m whatever whatever.
And maybe I am. All I know is that when I AM on my feet, I usually get more work done in a day than most folks I’ve met in professional settings do in a week. I dig in, shut out the world, and become aware of nothing but writing/editing/proofing/designing or whatever it is to hand at the moment, until the job is done.
End of year holidays are major sources of stress for everyone, whether you celebrate Solstice or Christmas or Hannukah or (insert holiday of choice here). It’s easy to berate ourselves for all of our failings, all the things we could have, should have, meant to do this past year. It’s hard to see, looking back, just why we missed so many opportunities, why we failed to make those phone calls, reach out to friends, make more contacts, do it all right.
We need to trust ourselves. We need to remember, on looking back at all the missed moments, that we had reasons for passing the buck or dropping the ball. We needed to skip that meeting, needed to turn down that editing job, needed to avoid people for the week. We might not remember exactly why we didn’t do this that or the other, but we need to trust that we did what we had to do in that moment. And this being the present and that being the past, let it go, stick a pin in Do Better Tomorrow, and move on without kicking your past self for not being good enough.
We are never going to do it all perfectly. Do the best you can, and let it be enough.
Going back through all the old blog posts and web site pages, I’ve come to the following conclusion:
- Most of it isn’t worth keeping live, because:
- It’s outdated
- It’s not as well written as what I’m doing today
- It’s a scattered mess of random topics
- Honestly, nobody was reading it anyway
That was all okay when I was starting out six years ago, finding my feet as it were; at this point, I need to pick a focus and stay with it. So the site is going to have a lot less “stuff” scattered around, and a tighter focus on writing both from the creative and business standpoint.
That will also make it a whole, WHOLE lot easier to rebuild this site. I should have everything finished by Christmas with this approach. In the meanwhile, I’m putting a skeleton version up public, just so that there’s something for folks to look at while I tidy up the rest of it.
First posted in The Writing of a Wisoker on the Loose, 2/25/2011
The wind is blowing hard today, and I’m nervous over warnings that it’s possible tornado weather–a section of our fence blew down last weekend, and it’s only temporarily fixed. Another friend had a tree limb smash her car windshield. So I’m a little jumpy at the moment…. and I’m blogging about it, not to alleviate the fear, but because it’s something to remember when writing fiction. What scares you doesn’t have to be complicated drooling monsters. Windy days like this, for me, are both exhilarating and worrying; I find myself utterly complacent when I’m in someone else’s house in bad weather, as opposed to constant fear when I’m in my own home during a storm. This is an interesting contradiction, and tells me that I’m probably more afraid of losing my “stuff” than of being injured…..
What simple, everyday things scare you? Write about it. Put them into your stories. Even strong people get scared over silly things. Use it.