Limbo

From Latin limbus (“edge, border”)

Noun
In Limbo – To be in a state of neglect

Derived from Latin in the ablative form from frequent use in phrases such as in limbo (patrum), etc. Figurative sense of “condition of neglect or oblivion” is from 1640s.

 So, whatever we decide to call it, I’ve been in it. At least to look at this blog. Truth be told, a great many things have happened, but I don’t regret them nor intend to excuse them.

Let’s examine a brief list, shall we?

  • My self-publisher wife is making a career move and opening her own business

Some people fight crime at night, and work at the local newspaper during the day. My wife has always held a day job while doing her writing, but now that she is starting her own business, her crime fighting and self-publishing is taking a backseat. She assures me she will resume her writing when things quiet down again.

  • I’m finishing my degree

Going back to school to finish my bachelors degree, even though it only required 3 more courses and an internship (which was fulfilled by my new IT job) is taking a good deal of my time and energy.

  • Life as we know it happened

Again – not an excuse. Life is what it is, and it has a tendancy to change up our plans. When its detrimental, we accuse life of ‘getting in the way’. When its beneficial, we feel like Ethel Merman. The difference is just in how we view it. Honestly, its one of the universe’s little mysteries.

So how does all this add up? Well, for one, I’m fairly certain at least a couple items on this list are relatively irrational (mathematically speaking) so I’m not confident enough to attempt the arithmetic. But the end result is this:

She’ll keep writing. Which means more books coming out.

I’ll keep writing. Which means (eventually) my own book(s) coming out.

We’ll keep on keeping on.

New Year Updates

So, new year brings new news, yes? Well, sometimes. Actually, I just thought I should get on that totally hip ‘New Years Blog Post’ band wagon. Yeah, I could have found some cool stock images of fireworks and giant disco balls descending on polls amidst a flurry of confetti, but all that is so very 2014. Not cool. Not hip.

What is hip, you ask? Why, let me tell you, via this handy-dandy-what’s-hip-countdown list:

10) I updated my book review page with the new (improved) cover art for Imminent Danger. Whoo.
9) I just finished the latest edits/revisions of interior content for my wife’s first two books. And I’m just beginning the formatting and layout for her third book, releasing this year. Double whoo.
8) Giraffes. Giraffes are always hip and never out of season.
7) Top Ten Lists. Everybody uses them. Am I wrong?
6) We’ve also started revising the cover art for the series, so hopefully that settles a few peeves with the original versions and sets the tone for the rest of the series.
5) Cookies are great. Doesn’t matter what kind.
4) Mustaches. They are very much in, beards are starting to phase out. For better or worse, I don’t sport either one.
3) A cookie’s just a cookie, but Fig Newton’s fruit and cake.
2) New Years Resolutions – at least for the next 27 days.
1) Self-published authors. Definitely hip.

~ Meredith Purk

Chasing Nonconformity Cover Reveal

Here is my (late) cover reveal for Michelle Proulx’s sequel to Imminent Danger: And How To Fly Straight Into It, delivered to you care of her Indie GoGo campaign reaching some sort of threshold or something. This is best read in the voice of Ben Stein so that you understand my enthusiasm is (sarcastically) curbed.

Here it is – the next grand cover reveal, graced by Ravven’s art:

chasing_ebook

As you can see, there is nothing special going on here. Go. Move along. Eh, who am I kidding? Having read (and reviewed) the first book, I can’t lie that despite teenage angst and love triangles not being my thing, teenage angst and love triangles in space are totally different. Trust me. No sparkly vampires here.

And on that note, allow me to hijack this cover reveal blog post and make it all about me by commenting on how I need to engage in the long process of updating my review page with the new, current cover art for the first book. And then updating the link when the new version is available for sale. First world problems.

~Meredith Purk

NaNo Update – Day 12

Ah, ’tis the season of a thousand blog posts with some mixture of NaNo, NaNoWriMo, or NoWriMo in the title. So I figure, why not me? (National Novel Writing Month, by the way.)

Why Not Zoidberg?

I’m working on a novel project myself this month, with the impending deadlines of November 30th and 50,000 words looming on the horizon. Hence, I’m going to keep this brief, yes?

I was off to a very slow start, with only a few hundred words to my name for the first few days. When I finally bothered to even check in a word count on Day 4, it was just over a thousand. Now it’s picked up a little bit – and, admittedly, I don’t know how much it’s picked up because I have a lot of handwritten progress that I haven’t got an accurate count on (Don’t always have a computer with me, you know?). I’ve been splitting my time this week between trying to write on the novel, and trying to transcribe handwritten prose into my word processor so I can get a tally on the word counts. So… now my word counts look all sorts of weird: 400 words one day, over 2,000 the next…

…but will I finish on time? NaNo projects I will need to write 2,357 words/day to finish on time, but I still have about ten pages of written manuscript and garbled short hand to retype. So making the goal is not inconceivable.

Well, that’s it. Just a quick update on the writing front before I go back into the trenches.

Oh. And Michelle Proulx launched her IndieGoGo campaign to pay back for the new cover art for her book re-launch. So. Yeah, that’s a thing.

~ Meredith Purk

Cover Reveal for the New Imminent Danger!

So, I guess its time. My own journey into self-publishing came as my wife and I released her first and second books in her Through the Eyes of a Stranger series. A short time ago, I was contacted by Michelle Proulx, whose own self-publishing journey has taken a new twist: She’s re-releasing her book Imminent Danger: And How to Fly Straight into It.

Now, with control over the cover art in her hands, she has revealed the new cover for the up-and-coming republished work, designed by Ravven.

Imminent Danger Cover Reveal

I think it looks okay. The book’s not bad, either. You know, for being something someone up in Canadia came up with.

~ Meredith Purk

Excuses, Excuses, Excuses…

(Warning – this is so stream-of-consciousness-y and journal-esque it makes me shudder, but its healing. Read if you dare)

So here I am. Just a little over three months since my last post. Three months. 3 MONTHS. It sort of echoes, cuts through and around you. I feel submerged in that thought.

I could make up excuses, right? I did take a new job, one doing what I want to do, what I went to school to do. And that’s exciting. I’ve been doing customer service and retail for fourteen years of my life, and though I’m still working in the service industry and still interfacing with customers, it’s with technology, with computers. It’s a reasonable reason (are we ever reasonable when it comes to reasoning?) not to be on here working on my projects, right? Getting used to a new change takes time and energy. I mean, that’s only human. But the truth of it is, it doesn’t matter how many excuses I try to make.

I haven’t been writing.

That’s inexcusable.

But my wife has. And book number three is waiting for my edits. Then off to the next person, and the next. And I still have interior art and maps and layout and formatting and cover art… I don’t feel buried by it, not by any stretch. But she’s also trying to tell me I need to focus on my projects. My writing.

Oh, right, only I haven’t been.

So tonight I sat back down to continue with my pass on her edits. Then I can send it off to two more people for their turn. And while that is happening, I’m going to:

Write.

verb (used with object), wrote or (Archaic) writ; written or (Archaic) writ; writing.
6. to produce as author or composer:
“to write a sonnet; to write a symphony.”

Wright.

noun
1. (now chiefly in combination) a person who creates, builds, or repairs something specified:
“a playwright, a shipwright”

Rite.

noun
1. a formal or ceremonial act or procedure prescribed or customary in religious or other solemn use:
“rites of baptism; sacrificial rites.”

Right.

adjective
4. fitting or appropriate; suitable:
“the right solution; the right answer.”

~Meredith Purk

Writing Exercise – Changing Tone and Pace

Here’s a fun exercise I’ve always heard about, but never actually sat down and did.We know a lot affects the real meaning of words. And several listeners can get all sorts of different meanings from the same phrase. I thought about it again as I was selecting a short piece of text to submit as a writing sample. Without divulging anything further on the scene or characters, or else risk muddying the waters of this exercise, suffice it to say there are a group of 12-year-olds. They’ve got themselves hiding in a corner alcove of a tavern during which a prize-fighting tournament is being held, and when a bouncer got scent of trouble and nearly stumbled upon the group, one of the boys – a lad named Reggie Books – broke an ran for the door. This short snippet is the immediate aftermath.

Here are the 151 words I chose:

Rumwald’s voice sounded from the other side of the tavern, apparently oblivious to the scandal. “What are you about?” he asked his bouncer. “What’s the matter?”

“A boy,” called the bouncer, his back to the shadowy alcove where the remaining kids were crouched. “He was hiding. He’s off now, the little bugger.” He stooped to retrieve the fallen chair and set it upright.

“Don’t just stand there, they travel in packs! See about any more!” hollered Rumwald. “Fortian be having my hide if the guard come to know I’ve let youngins scurry about on tourney nights!”

Back in the alcove, Rosie scoffed. “When we catch up to Books he’s going to hear about this,” she muttered under her breath. Then she flashed Keldares a grin. “What’s the word, richie? Are you fast?”

Keldares found himself smiling back despite the fact that it sounded like suicide. “Try and keep up.”

Simple, right? Knowing what I know about the full scene, it’s easier for me to infer what is really being said and how every feels. Honestly, I don’t even need to infer anything, because I’m the author, so I’ve been inside the characters’ heads a lot. The message came from me. Well, mostly. (I say this because sometimes characters do talk on their own, the little bastards.)

So let’s experiment with how we can change the message without changing the spoken dialog, actions, or setting. And for extra fun, keep the word count the same:

Rumwald’s voice sounded from the other side of the tavern, apparently oblivious to the scandal. “What are you about?” he asked his bouncer. “What’s the matter?”

“A boy,” called the bouncer, his back to the shadowy alcove where the remaining kids were crouched. “He was hiding. He’s off now, the little bugger.” He stooped to retrieve the fallen chair and set it upright.

“Don’t just stand there, they travel in packs! See about any more!” hollered Rumwald. “Fortian be having my hide if the guard come to know I’ve let youngins scurry about on tourney nights!”

Back in the alcove, Rosie scoffed. “When we catch up to Books he’s going to hear about this,” she muttered nervously. She looked to Keldares and forced a grin. “What’s the word, richie? Are you fast?”

Keldares smiled back, knowing this was suicide. The words caught in his throat. “Try and keep up.”

And once more:

Rumwald’s voice boomed from the other side of the tavern, apparently oblivious to the scandal. “What are you about?” he demanded. “What’s the matter?”

“A boy,” stuttered the bouncer, his back to the shadowy alcove where the remaining kids were crouched. “He was hiding. He’s off now, the little bugger.” He noticed the fallen chair and rushed to set it upright.

“Don’t just stand there, they travel in packs! See about any more!” hollered Rumwald. “Fortian be having my hide if the guard come to know I’ve let youngins scurry about on tourney nights!”

Back in the alcove, Rosie scoffed. “When we catch up to Books he’s going to hear about this,” she whispered. She bit her lip before flashing Keldares an uneasy grin. “What’s the word, richie? Are you fast?”

Keldares found himself smiling back. Rosie was crazy, but it was their only shot. “Try and keep up.”

The characters themselves can change with a twist on their emotions or the adjectives used to describe their actions. Likewise, having other character’s react accordingly can reinforce what you, as a writer, are trying to imply about your characters. Remember you cannot (and should not) try to tell the readers what they should think. But realize what you want to say, how you want to say, and put the facts down on paper that support it.

Naturally, I could have done a great deal more if I changed the word count as well. I could have sped up the pace of the scene just by the amount of words I used. The less description, the greater the urgency of an action scene (typically).

Barbara slid down the hallway, tugging at door knobs, but everything was locked. The baying of dogs was growing closer, and she swore she could feel eyes on her back.

Desperately she threw her weight against one and bounced off. Then there was a *click* behind her.

Barbara froze.

And using more words, describing sunsets as it were – think of the rosy fingers of dawn – you can slow time down.

Slowly, painfully, Barbara turned on her heel, eyes closed and breath held. Was it over so quickly? Did she ever even stand a chance to begin with? Did either of them? No, she guessed they hadn’t. James was already dead, and even though she couldn’t see the face of her adversary, she knew she was facing them now.

It was fine. They would have to shoot her like this. Face to face. Not in the back. She tried to find the courage to open her own eyes, wanted to make them look into her soul before they pulled the trigger, but she couldn’t. She hadn’t the strength left.

The wait was more painful then any bullet, and she silently wondered how long they would make her suffer before they got it over with. Her heart pounded in her ears, and the dogs – those damn dogs! – they wouldn’t shut up.

Wait. The dogs. They were getting further away. Why would they..?

Barbara opened her eyes, shocked to see James staring at her from an open doorway across the hall, a Pabst Blue Ribbon in his hand.

You can also use this minimalist approach for just the opposite, though. And give a character who is very laid back or immovable very short pieces of prose. Combine it with other characters, who are a flurry of action, and they contrast each other nicely.

Barbara was on him in an instant, grabbing at his face and blubbering like an idiot. James took it all quietly as ever as she slobbered on his shoulder.

“I – I was certain you were dead! Where did you go? James, where were – how did you..? My God, James, they are going to find us, they’re going to be here any moment!” She started to run, but he wasn’t following. “James! We need to go, we need to move!”

She tugged at his arm and pulled him in a circle, her mind wheeling to much to get her bearings. Finally, she stopped a stared hard at him. “What are you doing?! Why are you just standing there!” Her voice was desperate.

Silently, he handed her his beer.

“What is this for?” she asked incredulously.

“You’re a nervous wreck,” said James.

~Meredith Purk

Through the Eyes of A Stranger – Pieces Book Release

So for the past twenty-four hours I’ve been working on finalizing everything for the release of my wife’s second book. (Well, I did sleep, so it hasn’t been a solid 24).

While there have been a few snags, everything is starting to take shape, though admittedly later than I’d have cared for. The Kindle version was listed as in review when I went to bed last night, yet when I awoke this morning it was back to draft status. Either something went wrong, or my addled mind imagined publishing it? Who can say. Hopefully, that is being corrected now.

And Smashwords, as elusive as the chemistry for a proper eManuscript is, is now pending review as well. I think I could write a book on getting bookmarks working in Smashwords, but someone else already has.

There still remains the Kobo eBook version, but Lulu is just about wrapped up as well (though distribution to the iBook store, etc. will take a little longer).

All in all, a great day! (Oh, and something called a PS4 came out, too? *shrugs*)

~Meredith Purk

13 days to go!

Yes, indeed, the time is drawing near. And here I sit, working on said ‘pictures’ and layout. Well, the layout is pretty much locked in. We know where the interior art is going. And I only have two pieces of artwork left to finished, a piece of scenery and a map. Then it will be off to the presses for an author copy!

~Meredith Purk

Readers and Reviews

Within the next twenty-four hours, my beta readers are (supposedly) going to try to have finished reading the first draft of my book, Noble Beginnings. It’s bound to be awful, so I’ll probably give them forty-eight hours, and then have a next of kin check in on them.

While I wait for word back, I thought this would be a good time to finally write up and post that first book review I’ve been trying to find time to finish with. So, without further ado (Adieu? A dew), you can find the link to my new Book Review section of the site below, and the first review posted: Imminent Danger: And How To Fly Straight Into It.

My new book reviews page is also available from the header menu above, under writing.

~Meredith Purk