Saturday, August 30, 2008

Writing a blub s*cks

Blub must be 130 words or less, including title and author name. Must be HOT to match the book. Must be TRUE to the story. - grin-

Below is what I'm working on for ASK FOR IT. Currently 132 words!

First, is it HOT? Would you want to read book after reading this? Second, what two words can be cut??

Ask For It
Gail Faulkner

Five years ago Sahara refused Tor in favor of her late husband. Widow of a warrior, she is out of reach. Goddess help him, this hunger drives males to fight nations for the right to one woman. Need strips his soul to the savage core.

Surprised she is in his audience hall, she finally comes to him with a problem. Not as humanoid as she looks, Sahara is out of time in a very intimate way.

Getting her beneath him reopens Leonor’s violent past, he’s good with that. In his arms she is safe to surrender as her nature demands.

What he will not allow is her sacrifice to protect his world. The future bought in blood will be theirs, even if it’s his blood purchasing it.

Friday, August 29, 2008

Armed with a glue gun as well




Lurvvv my glue gun as well. This is an oriental sorta wall hanging. I do junk with little wooden bird houses too. I love doing it, but ultimately have no idea what to do with them when I'm done "making" them. I don't want twenty sitting around my house. -sigh-


It's the making part that I like best.


Art on paper is much easier to simply put away. I have a stack of them framed, piled against the wall in the garage.



I know, you're going to say sell them. Here is the problem. I don't wanna do the face-time to do that.



I don't have to "face" my editor, or others I submit a MS too. I just send it and wait. To sell crafts one must sit in booths, or stuff like that. Shudder! Besides, it would take a lot of time and never actually "make money" in relation to the time involved when I could be writing.


Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Cliffhanger ending

I did root around for art I might have on disk. There are only a few. I don’t like how my art comes out in a photo, so much detail lost. Also I don’t sell it so no need for photos.

This is an unfinished pen and ink with watercolor. I’m thinking the title should be something about how one feels when coming to an abrupt ending in a book? Hehehehe

Image: All rights reserved Gail Faulkner

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

The YELLOW BUS

I want to hug it and kiss it!

This feeling passes, but it's a rush now.

And just so you don't get the wrong idea, I adore the pixi but we are both ready for school when it starts.

Friday, August 22, 2008

I love garage sales!


Labor Day weekend is coming up and this year I’m joining the national pass time of exchanging junk. The problem with being a seller is figuring what to put out and how much to ask.

My philosophy is, if I put a thing out for sale, I want to get rid of it. Therefore pricing should fall under the ridiculously cheap label. However, members of my family feel value of the item should be considered. You can see where this is going.

For me, the fun of garage sale hunting is getting a bargain. I don’t want to haggle over it, I just want to pay my money and go away happy. As a seller I don’t want to haggle either. I want the stuff to go away so I’m happy.

So what is your philosophy? Pricing ridiculously cheap? Pricing giving you, the seller, room to be haggled down and still get what you wanted for the item?

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Makes me crazy

Every time I read the manuscript I’m polishing, there is something stupid or wrong I didn’t see the last ten times I read it. How is that possible?

I know it happens to every author, doesn’t mean I like it.

So this should tell you that I’m in the final stages of polishing and feeling a bit frustrated. I adore this story. I’m going cross eyed.

The good news is I’ll have a publish date soon. ASK FOR IT, is the shape shifter prequel to the JAMIE’S CHERUB sequel.

If you’ve read JAMIE’S CHERUB you might have noticed that Dominus has a natural aversion to wolves. Mmmmm…There could be a very natural reason for that. Enough hints. LOL

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Just when I think I've seen it all.


A true, blooming idiot comes up with a new way to be awesomely foolish. If you need to know what the latest way to alienate the blog-o-sphere and make ones editor hate you, click on over to http://dearauthor.com/ and read it, but that’s not the point of my post, just the flash point of inspiration for it.

Fan-girl props to Dear Author, btw.

Seriously, being an idiot seems to be all about the creative process. They are the ones who are constantly amazing me. All this time I thought being brilliant was about being smart and you know, having common sense. Now I see it’s not.

-Smacking forehead- My thinking on brilliant was all wrong. Who knew?

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Ah...what?


Is someone trying to send me an E-Card? Or is it a scam? I keep getting notices that I have an E-card but the email does not have any personal information. Everyone knows not to open links in email from spam mailers.

The deal is, I don’t open links. If it doesn’t say “You have an e-card from…” I am not opening it.

Monday, August 18, 2008

JAMIE’S CHERUB in print prices


I was checking around the internet and found people selling used copies of Jamie’s Cherub for $59.99 and up to $98.00. Wow, what a compliment. No, I don’t make a penny form used sales but I’m still thrilled.

So I thought it’d be a good idea to explain that ASK FOR IT is a prequel to the JAMIE'S CHERUB sequel. Contracted through Ellora’s Cave, ASK FOR IT will come out this winter or spring. I don’t have release date yet but will be posting that date as soon as I get it.

There are two prequel books in the works, ASK FOR IT and working title LEAD ME ON before Dominus Serillieus’ story, working title ELUSIVE CHERUB.

Saturday, August 16, 2008

Summer is an Alpha

The waning of summer is a lover’s long goodbye. He leaves every gift he can think of in the harvest excesses. Then he drapes his soon to be missed love in rich burgundy and gold robes of fall. The last lingering kiss of Indian Summer is his reluctant farewell.

Enjoy the melting kisses as days grow shorter. He doesn't wish to leave, but he must. Summer is an alpha, determined to to gift his lady with all the supplies she needs to survive his absence. He'll be back in spring, a roaring avenger to rescue her from winter's wolf.

Friday, August 15, 2008

It's coming!

Two weeks ‘till the yellow bus comes! Both I and the child have short timers’ disease. We can hardly wait. Of course our reasons are hugely different, but still, just saying.

Finished a manuscript this week and I’m looking forward to getting a release date to tell everyone. Still waiting to hear if another manuscript has been accepted.

I really don’t feel like doing a thing today, which is sad because there is so much to do. The house needs cleaning. The wash needs doing and so do the dishes. Well water means no dish washer. I live in the wilderness. –sigh-

Monday, August 11, 2008

A few of the thing that happen to men

He develops a codependent relationship with his grill. It somehow reflects his Y chromosome awesomeness. I don’t understand this so I can’t explain it but males will say to each other. “Where’s your grill? You do HAVE a grill?” In the same tone one would say, “You do have balls?! Right?” In few males this relationship also transfers to the mowing equipment, but certainly not in all of them.

Shortly after the wedding a male who has previously been living on his own for years will suddenly experience catastrophic laundry information loss. Inexplicably, he has no recollection of how to run a washing machine or dryer.

Again, shortly after any type of wedding ceremony he will experience Ice Tray Phobia. This is the belief that refilling an ice tray will result in erectile dysfunction. It’s the only explanation for a male who will use all the ice in four ice trays and replace them in the freezer, empty. Upon opening the freezer looking for ice he is forced to call his wife and ask if they have ice. Since he is gazing in confusion at the empty ice trays, I am unsure where he thinks she is hiding the missing ice.

Saturday, August 9, 2008

One of those weeks

This week I’ve been to the DMV, the emergency room and had a deer commit suicide by car.

Was at DMV to renew license. That night my eye tissue swells up so I can’t close the eye. I think I have pink eye from touching stuff at the DMV and go to the emergency room. I don’t have the contagious pink eye so I just wasted my time and money. Top that off with the emergency room rent-a-cop being rude because I couldn’t find the button to push to open the door that lets me out of emergency room. Eye swollen = hard time seeing buttons! What a jerk.

Today the deer thought it was a good day to die and wrecked my car in the process. That’s very traumatic for the humans involved.

Thank you for the kind comments on my quick sketch of a Leonor male. I’d scan in my good art but most of the pieces are too large to fit the scanner. I’ll have a look at the portfolio and see if there is anything else.

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Drawing of a Leonor Male







I promised a sketch.



He is humanoid but don't let that fool you. The Lions of Leonor are NOT tame.



Sketch by Gail Faulkner, all rights reserved.



Edited to add: Sorry, I couldn't get the smirk off his face. He thinks earth females are adorable.





Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Hiding out in August

August is the month when summer becomes a thread-bare tank top. The material is soft with much washing. There are faint stains from the County Fair pizza drips, then the Fourth of July onion rings. Commercial grade grease never comes out. A little rip where snips used for dead heading the Zinnias slipped and almost stabbed me.

August is when those of us who should cover everything just can’t face the heat and ignore all the reasons that tank top and shorts are a visual crime. It’s just to hot for the over-shirts and capris that early in the summer created a neat, layered look.

August is the ratty tank top, lose shorts and a pony-tail.