Why Thirteen Years for Unlikely Prophet?

I have mentioned more than once that my newest book, Unlikely Prophet, took over thirteen years to write. (That’s based on the oldest snips of story I can find on my hard drive.)

I have had several people as me, “What took so long?”

Part of it was research. Although it doesn’t show in the book (I hope, if I’ve done my job well), I had to do quite a bit of research on all different topics, and even having My Very Own Physicist™ to help in some areas, I still had a myriad of others to worry about and talked to so many different people to get details right.

Also, I was working on the main books of the series, and wanted them out (or at least some of them; I managed two before caving) before publishing the prequel.

Then – my husband got sick. Through three and a half years of caregiving, and then his death, it was harder to write although I slogged on. But this book was more difficult than the others (for reasons you’ll know if you read it). I finally felt I could concentrate on it and finished it this last year. I’m very proud of it, and have dedicated it to the memory of my husband, Stephen King.

 

 

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Not Good

(before the events of Sword’s Edge)

Marcalan laughed as he strode next to Haladhon, his cousin and a chief of their clan. Beneath the jesting and storytelling, Marcalan kept alert, as did his cousin, hoping to cross the ring of roadway bandits plaguing this area. Dressed not as Rangers but in commoner attire, they appeared as a couple of ordinary wayfarers.

His eyes scanned the woods along the edge of the road. “So, did you make scarce before the innkeeper could pitch you out on your ear?”

“Me? Tossed out of a pub? Cousin!” Haladhon looked properly indignant. “She did chase me with a broom, but I managed to fend her off with a wink and a kiss.”

“Stars, cousin, how do you always escape unscathed?”

Haladhon’s eyes twinkled. “Need you ask?”

Marcalan shook his head with a sigh—a tingle of something awry halted him, and he threw an arm out in front of Haladhon. Six men armed with swords leaped from the bushes. The two Rangers drew their own blades as the men ran toward them.

“Oh, this is not good,” Marcalan muttered.

“What gave you that notion, Mar?” Haladhon asked.

Marcalan parried one man’s attack, sidestepped the second’s, swung his blade through to go back to the first, then answered, “It was just a thought.” He kicked at the third man attacking him, and although his aim was off, hitting the man’s arm instead of his gut, it did well as the man dropped his sword to grab the arm, yelling in pain.

He backstepped the first man, and said to Haladhon, “I could be wrong, however.” He came in with a downward diagonal attack successfully, cutting the man’s sword arm deeply, then turned to the second man as he heard Haladhon reply, “You often are.”

“You think so?” Marcalan sidestepped, striking his opponent across the shoulder. The man fell with a cry, and he turned to face the third man who had retrieved his sword. Marcalan’s quick lunge unbalanced the man, and Marcalan disarmed him easily. He held his sword to the man’s throat as he watched Haladhon finish his last opponent.

As the man fell, Haladhon turned, lowering his sword. “Aye. See you what I mean? Six men down, and our mission to find the men who had been robbing travelers is over that quickly. Now how is that not good?”

“I stand corrected.” Marcalan inclined his head in lieu of a bow, never taking his sword away from his man’s throat.

“However…” Haladhon looked around thoughtfully for a few moments. “I do see a problem.”

“What?”

“We have to escort these men, some of them wounded, almost a full day’s journey before handing them over.”

Marcalan groaned. “See, I told you it was not good.”

 

END

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Dover Comic Con 2017 Was the Best Yet!

Arise, arise, Fandoms of Comic Con!
Fun deeds awake: LARP and laughter!
pics shall be taken, bling shall be gotten,
a geek-day, a hot day, ere the sun rises!
Ride now, ride now! Ride now to Dover!
(with profound apologies to Prof. Tolkien)

Yesterday was the most amazing Dover Comic Con yet!
I saw many friends and there were some I looked for but didn’t find, although I know they were there: Everett De Morier, Liz DeJesus, Kristen L Corbett, Will Hahn, Jason Mears, Kerri Hollyday, James Dufendach, Frank Dawson Jr, Christy Shaffer, and Becky Palmer. (Especially Liz DeJesus, who helped me set up, and came by just to see if I was okay later on. Hugs, my friend!)
If I’ve forgotten anyone, I’m sorry, but I came home and collapsed almost immediately and slept for over twelve hours straight. I’m still not totally awake and coherent.

The panel on “What an Editor Wants” was fun – lots of folks showed up. I hope I didn’t frighten them, because that wasn’t my intent. But the business is so cutthroat, I wanted to emphasize that you must be on your best game, and be as professional as possible. Will Hahn co-hosted with me, and I think he un-scared them after I got finished terrorizing them.

I’m uploading the cosplay photos to my FB author page, and I apologize because I didn’t get lots of pics because my booth was so busy!

Folks constantly stopped, asking about my books – I didn’t have to do any hawking, which is great because I’m lousy at it. LOL
I had some few run up with gasps or squeals and saying, “Is that book two?” about Deuces Wild: Stacking the Deck (one man marched over, picked up Stacking the Deck and held it high, and huffed, “FINALLY!”  I told him book three was already being written, to which he replied, “Good!”), and others who were groaning because the sequel to Sword’s Edge wasn’t yet released. I made sure they either took a business card or took advantage of the QR code for my website so they could keep up with news about the release of the sequel.
A few even slowed walking past and called out to the effect of, “I have her books, they’re great! Can’t wait for more!” as folks were huddled at my booth.
It’s a strange but fantastic feeling to know you’re an author with fans, and that they’re eagerly awaiting more stories!

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Happy Easter! He Lives! Aaaand – I’m Rewriting!

On this beautiful Easter Sunday, I am blessed with the knowledge that Y’shua lives, and with a gorgeous, sunny day, windows open, birds singing, a gentle breeze wafting through.

I’m also doing a rewrite of what I had thought was a final draft of Children of the Enaisi because a friend mentioned something in her read-through that made me realize I had forgotten to tie up a plot thread from Sword’s Edge. Part of me wants to pull my hair out, part of me is happy because I am writing.

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