Friday, September 27, 2013

First Snippet!

Edits and revisions are really coming together, so I wanted to share a little snippet. This is from a scene in the first chapter where Remi has a wee run-in with the law. Hope you enjoy!

Trying for wide-eyed ignorance, I blinked like a deer in headlights. “Am I under arrest?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The deputy read my rights and handcuffed me like a common criminal. Of course, in his mind, that‘s exactly what I was. He picked up my bow and quiver, and ushered me to the patrol car.

“Do you have identification with you Miss . . .?” He asked as he put me in the backseat of the car.

“Missus,” I corrected him. My name was still my married name. “Remington Hart. My ID is in the glove compartment of my jeep.” I told him all of that as politely as I could manage.

The deputy went and ducked into the passenger side and retrieved my driver’s license, then came back and settled into his place behind the wheel.

“That’s a helluva name for a lady, if you don’t mind me sayin’ so.”

My father is who named me. He had been dead set on my big brother being John Junior, but my mother had other ideas. So, he insisted that he get to name his second son whatever he wanted. Mom agreed with little reserve, not knowing his designs on naming a child after his favorite gun maker. Needless to say, I came into this world quite without the necessary tools to be classified as a son. The name my dad had chosen seemed fitting nonetheless, so there I was: Remington Jean.

I suppose my mother should count her lucky stars that my father didn’t name my brothers, or they might’ve been dubbed Sig and Colt. 

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

I Wrote a Novel! Now What?!

The concept for the Dove Creek Chronicles came to me a few years back. I did a little research, kicked around some ideas, and even did a few character sketches, but I ultimately stalled out. Honestly, I was daunted by the prospect of trying to get my book published. The thought of being among the names I read on a regular basis was intimidating (and still is!). I mean, authors are to me what rock stars are to most people. If I ever have the honor of meeting Anne Rice, I’ll probably fangirl all over her. And George Martin? Don’t get me started.
Not every author is so successful or well-known, but I admittedly put them on a pedestal as a whole. So what could a publisher possibly want with little old me and my small-town fantasy series? It doesn’t fit snugly in any one genre, and vampires have been done to death (how’s that for pun-tastic?) -- though I like to think mine are pretty original. Don’t misunderstand, I wasn’t writing myself off for failure, but what if I wrote this first book and then another, only to have them thrown into slush piles? What a waste of time!
Last year, I started coming across more and more articles about the new wave of self-published authors who are not only selling books, but making full-fledged careers out of writing and publishing. I saw that writing my story was certainly not a waste of time, and would even allow me to live out my dream of becoming an author. So I started up again. In every spare few minutes I could grab after working full time, being a full time mother to a brand new baby, and just doing life, I wrote. I still do that. It’s worth it.
In a few weeks’ time (fingers crossed!), Once Broken will be ready for publication. I absolutely can’t wait! I’m excited and terrified, hopeful and grateful, and everything in between. It just goes to show: Dreams really do come true. So if you’re going to dream, dream so big that it hurts. Then go out and make it happen. Life is too short to leave it full of what-ifs.