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Here it is, the cover of Emergence Ascended!
Its been a long road but I can see the end! I have finished the final edits, and just received the cover art! Emergence Ascended will be published on Amazon Kindle And Paperback this weekend so stay tuned and watch for the links!
Check out and follow my Amazon Author page. While Emergence Ascended can stand on its own, you will miss out on a lot if you don’t read Emergence Collective.
Let me know what you think of the cover in the comments!
Remember, I’m still new to this writing thing. So sometimes I am reinventing the wheel or discovering a known thing (to the wizened writer). Every once in a while, I come to a fork in the road of the plot. I am a discovery writer, so as I am writing the story, I am making it up as I go. I have a mental road map about the direction the story will go. A rough idea about how it will end. I surprise even myself sometimes at how it is turning out, a new character I add to fill a gap might end up being integral to the plot as a whole and one I had not conceived of when I started writing.
So as it turns out, I again, have to come to a decision about what some characters are going to do. It’s not an issue with writer’s block, though I think it’s related a cousin, or uncle to writer’s block maybe. This has happened about 3 times in this story “Emergence Ascended,” and a few times in “Emergence Collective,” but the emergence collective one stumped me for a few months LOL. I write as I go, but I also think about the story as a whole when I am not writing (am I still a discovery writer?) In particular when an important scene (like the middle of the 3rd act). Someone I love has to die. Which of the bad guys deserve redemption? Am I supposed to pick up the dry cleaning? ( sorry that’s how my brain works and why it takes so long to write) I have a general idea how this book ends. but there are some situations that are almost interchangeable but will slightly alter my original idea (not that that is a bad thing) but which option will make the best, most satisfying end?
I had been quite productive in the last few weeks, I can feel the end coming and that has inspired me and that inspiration turned into an urgency. thing were smooth and flowing (I get that weird flow state when I write sometimes) well until now. I will reflect on who is going to die, who is worthy.
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I grew up in rural Alaska. It is a beautiful, brutal, vast, and sometimes boring place to grow up. Boring for a kid at least. Living on a homestead at the end of a homemade road in a cabin, there are not really many things to do. Of course, I did the usual kid things, made forts in the woods, climbed trees, and did some fishing, but at the end of the day, all these activities were done solitarily. I have a sister, but when she is your only company to play with it can get kind of dull. Our tiny town of Wasilla Had a decent library so books became a thing. I discovered, that you can travel to faraway places with adventures and mysteries to uncover. I started reading a lot. I discovered H.P Lovecraft (Specifically “the strange case of Charles Dexter Ward” and He blew my mind, I was instantly a horror fan. My Dad encouraged Isaac Asimov, and that threw me into the Science Fiction rabbit hole.
My First Favorite Author was H.P. Lovecraft however and I read everything I could get my hands on. I learned about how he would correspond with other authors, pen-pals as it were. Long conversations, that took months and years to have. But as a reader, I, of course, could not have conversations with the authors I read, (Obviously the dead ones were the hardest to reach) But in those days there were very few resources to tap into to even get the conversation started. So I only could dream of talking to an author about the books I was reading, asking questions, and getting insight into the stories that I may have not picked up on. Ah the days before the internet. Thank you, Arpanet (the first internet for you youngins).
Fast forward to the future. I grew up, trying my hand at writing, to realize that writing is for the soul, not the pocketbook (or google wallet (again for the youngins)). Make an Author page/blog, get your name out there and see if that works. Not so much yet, but its still new.
The Blog. The point of starting the blog was to promote me, my books, and my writing. One side effect of writing a blog is that suddenly you are in a community. Gone are the days of isolation in the Alaskan bush. I have started having great conversations with other authors, trading insights, asking questions, and just getting to know others that are afflicted with the same obsessive need to express our insanity to the world. I look forward to more conversations, with other authors, and especially if you are a fan of my work, I would very much like to hear from you.
Just finished my saturday word count, and I am annoyed that I cant keep writing. All my “writing” time has been used up and now I have to re-enter reality and do stupid things like chores and feeding myself. I am satisfied with my writing today. I got back into that flow state, where the words and ideas are streaming out of me. I hate to stop that. Its exciting to feel this way, the exact opposite of writers block.
At least I can look forward to tomorrow morning, I will have a little more time to write, then prepare for a work trip. I am excited for that since I will be isolated (after my work duties) and will be able to really lay into this story.
Im not gonna spoil it for you, but there is some shit going on in the sequal that will blow your mind. I saying to myself… “holy crap did that just happen?” Yes I am also an audience to myself. I enjoy the stories as much as the reader!
Lost in the ether, a thin wisp of a narrative evaporated out of existence. The ghost of thought is now just an apparition fading away beyond my mental grasp. I had it; I had everything straight in my head. I knew where I was going and how I would get there.
The problem was that I was looking for a pen to jot down some notes about what I was thinking, and mid-thought, I was asked a question that was (I think it was cat-related) so irrelevant that in the process of task switching, my brain just purged everything all at once. Then I got distracted mid-musings and just can’t quite remember THE ONE KEY element that tied the entire narrative together, and now, I feel it is on the tip of my tongue, a word I’m trying to remember (I think its called aphasia). That just means I am close to it.
I am behind on my word count goals, but I’m not concerned. I’ll be typing like a whirling dervish once I get things straight in my head. This novel is going much smoother than the first. Now, if I can keep my attention deficit disorder in check. Today I’m feeling confident and excited about the story. And that itself makes me happy. Because if I’m not enthusiastic about my own story, how will the reader feel?
Hand-prints of Darkness 