Brain Candy Friday and Giveaway
Posted on Friday, April 18, 2014 at 8 am by Yasmine Galenorn
For Brain Candy Friday this week, what I want to know:
You have the option to join one of the Triple Threat’s Earthside Fae Courts. Who do you pick and why?
One person who comments before midnight, April 20th, 2014 (Sunday) will win a copy of the audiobook of HAUNTED MOON.
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Backlist Blitz! – Witchling
Posted on Thursday, April 17, 2014 at 4 pm by Marc Mullinex
Ever wonder if the monsters under your bed are real…? Meet the D’Artigo Sisters–three half human, half-Fae, wild and sexy members of the OIA–the Otherworld Intelligence Agency. Camille, a witch, Delilah, a werecat, and Menolly, an acrobat extraordinaire turned vampire, are sent Earthside to keep them out of trouble by their superiors, who consider the girls nothing but a bunch of bumbling half-breeds.
Copyright Yasmine Galenorn 2006
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NIGHT’S END ARC CONTEST!
Posted on Tuesday, April 15, 2014 at 12 pm by Yasmine Galenorn
FINALLY–the ARCS for NIGHT’S END are here. And you have a chance to win one and be able to read the end of the Indigo Court Series early! The longest night is about to break into the final battle between the Courts of Fae, and the Indigo Court, and Cicely Waters must lead the helm of Winter against the upstart Vampiric Fae Queen.
What’s up for grabs:
TO ENTER (and I cannot reiterate too much: FOLLOW DIRECTIONS or you will NOT be eligible, and NO, we do NOT go in and make changes on your entry. Be sure you enter correctly and be SURE you fill out your email address correctly):
CONTEST RUNS through midnight Pacific Time on April 28th. Winners will be notified via email by May 2nd (barring any weird accidents etc). You MUST respond within one week to claim your book/ARC.
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Snippet Monday: Night’s End
Posted on Monday, April 14, 2014 at 8 am by Yasmine Galenorn
She waved at us, but her gaze was still glued on the television. Another moment and I understood why, as the newscaster returned.
“We repeat—stay inside your homes. Lock the doors. The attacks continue and a representative from Lord Lannan’s estate has informed us that the danger we face still stems from the Vampiric Fae—from the Shadow Hunters.”
Lannan must have had a speech prepared for this eventuality. As much as I loathed the vampire, I had to admit he was smart, especially for someone who hadn’t wanted the responsibility of being Regent. But the Crimson Queen had decreed him in charge, and he would obey because, as loathsome as he could be, Lannan was loyal to the throne, and to his sister Regina—the Emissary for the Queen. He was also Regina’s lover, but that was beside the point.
“I repeat, the Regent requires that you stay indoors. Defend yourselves should you need to, but be aware: These creatures cannot be reasoned with, they are cunning, intelligent, and out for blood. Do not approach them. Do not attempt to bargain with them—they are ruthless killing machines. Hide yourselves and tonight, the patrols will be out in full force to counter their attacks. During the meantime, the city council is appealing to the Courts of Winter and Summer to send aid, and to the Consortium.”Posted in Excerpt | 2 Comments »
Lines I Love
Posted on Friday, April 11, 2014 at 12 pm by Yasmine Galenorn
When I’m writing about Cicely, I love writing the scenes where she summons the winds into herself. I can feel the sweep of power and frenzy that catches her aloft, and each time, reining her back is more difficult. –Yasmine
From NIGHT VISION:
As they gave way, I summoned up the winds, drawing them into myself, at first coasting on their power, but then embracing them, feeling them begin to flow through my veins like blood pulsing thick. They buoyed me up, raising me high into the cavern, as I rose up against our enemies. I gathered the churning winds, twisting them into a swirling mass, spinning them round and about. And then, I whispered, “Twister,” and the world went crazy.Posted in Writing | No Comments »
Brain Friday Candy and Giveaway
Posted on Friday, April 11, 2014 at 8 am by Yasmine Galenorn
Brain Candy Friday time! If you could ask any of my characters a question, just one question: What would it be? One commenter who is also subscribed to my blog will win a copy of the audio book of SHADOW RISING. Winner will be picked on Monday April 14th.
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Backlist Blitz: Glossed and Found
Posted on Thursday, April 10, 2014 at 8 am by Yasmine Galenorn
Life was good, I thought as I brought my legs up to form a perfect V. My hands were behind me, pressed against the rubber exercise ball as I balanced on my butt, breathing slowly. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. I focused on one of my favorite photographs that I’d framed and hung on the wall: a picture of a group of Shaolin monks from their U.S. tour during 2003. When tickets went on sale in Seattle, I’d been first in line and had soaked up every moment of the performance.
Someday I promised myself that I’d travel to China, to the foot of Songshan Mountain, where I’d visit the ancient Shaolin Temple. Of course, there were hundreds of tourists there, but I didn’t care. Ancient ruins begat ancient energy, and the whispers of the monks would still be engraved on the walls, in the statues, on the passing breeze.
I sucked in another deep breath, gently bringing my focus back to the photograph. I’d built up to holding this pose for almost five minutes, and today I planned on taking it a step further. I cautiously lifted one hand from the ball, and then— inch by inch— raised the other hand, holding my arms straight out so that my butt was the focal point, the only part of me touching the ball as I balanced without support.
As I exhaled, willing myself to remain still, a loud pop startled me, and the next thing I knew, I hit the floor squarely on my tailbone, a thin yoga mat the only thing separating my ass from the hardwood. The thud shook the room. Blinking, I sat there wondering what the hell had happened. Then footsteps sounded from the stairway, and I heard Auntie calling me.Posted in Excerpt | No Comments »
Recap of “A Month of Me”
Posted on Wednesday, April 9, 2014 at 8 am by Yasmine Galenorn
A month ago, I wrote a blog post about “A month of me…” I challenged you to do something good/fun for yourself every day, even if it was just 10-15 minutes. Well, for the most part, I made it. I didn’t always get it logged down, but I did my best to fit something in for me every day. Sometimes it was hard, sometimes I admit, I may have fudged it, but you know? I seriously gave it a try.
What did I learn during that time? Well…I learned that I’m not so good at recording stuff that isn’t for somebody else. I also learned that some days I have to struggle to figure out what’s something that will pamper me vs. something I have to do anyway.
How about you? What luck did you have? And will you keep this up? I’m certainly going to try!
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Twitter Writing Advice Fest
Posted on Tuesday, April 8, 2014 at 8 am by Yasmine Galenorn
The other night I jumped on Twitter and, with Delilah Dawson and Suzanne Lazear, went on a writing advice tear. Here are my tweets from then. I decided to not use screenshots so they can be read by my sight-impaired readers.
So, here goes…a string of advice snippets:
If you try to write TO the market, unless it’s your natural voice it won’t work. Just write. Write. Write. Write.
I have seven novels in the closet–they’ll never be published and that’s okay. I was learning ‘on the job’…
After 35+ books on the shelves, I STILL get asked when I’m going to write a “real book”…because I love writing urban fantasy.
Five of those seven novels in the closet? Written on breaks and holidays when I worked for the State
Exactly. Act like a professional/Treat your work like a professional. Even if you haven’t sold a thing it will prepare you
The muse is fickle. She ditches you when you most need her if you rely on her. I’m my own muse.
Also…you cannot write anybody else’s books. You cannot BE someone other than you are. Find your unique voice. Nurture it. Court it.
300 words a day. Times 365 days a year. Equals=one book. If you can only write 300 words a day, then write those 300 words.
I MAKE time for things in my life. I work 60-80 hours a week. If I want to workout/play, I MAKE time for that.
My work comes first and my work is writing books. BUT…you can find time for what you want to do if you prioritize.
My ex used to say, “If you become successful at writing I’ll have to leave you.” I left him.
There were other reasons I left–he was abusive and hit me, but trying to squash my writing? Hurt more than anything.
It comes down to: do you want to (write/get in shape/take ballet/whatever)? Do you REALLY want to do it? Then make the time. Life is short.
I focus on what’s more important. Samwise helps. Now I have assistants but I didn’t always. Floors don’t need to sparkle.
I ALWAYS wanted to write. I always have since I was little. I finally wanted to get in shape enough to start working out. I didn’t want to stay diabetic–I adjusted my diet to the way I need it to be to go into total remission from Type 2 diabetes. Hard? All of these things were hard. Some hurt. BUT…I wanted them. I wanted them MORE than I wanted other things. So I do them.
False modesty is annoying. You have to have confidence that you can make it, that you have talent. And then revise/edit.
Because let me tell you: YOU are your best cheerleader. NOBODY will care as much about your work as YOU do.
I’ve said it before but I got SIX HUNDRED rejections slips before my first book contract. Yes. SIX HUNDRED.
I didn’t make a living off my writing till 2007. My first book came out in 1997. For some authors, they may never make a living. So you’d better LOVE the writing process…because there are no guarantees.
I NEVER read reviews unless my editor sends them to me. And never EVER engage a reviewer and argue. BAD FORM.
Hate mail though? I never answer. Engaging people who are so upset doesn’t lead to productive discussion. And yes, I get hate mail.
I recommend books on writing by Stephen King, Ray Bradbury, and just READ your fave authors. Get a feel for the structure of work.
Last piece of advice for tonight. Long story short. In 1993, I almost choked to death. Had pneumonia, popcorn got stuck in my throat. I passed out. The fall dislodged the kernel. I was alone–if I hadn’t fallen, I would have died. When I was came to, I thought about what I would regret most if I had died. It would have been: no book published yet. RIGHT THEN…I learned to prioritize. Because, peeps…”someday” may never come. Today may be the only day you have. Or tomorrow. So do what you love.Go after what you want. I cannot guarantee success–no one can. But I guarantee you this: if you quit, you will fail.
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Snippet Monday: Night’s End
Posted on Monday, April 7, 2014 at 8 am by Yasmine Galenorn
The Veil House had belonged to my aunt Heather, and before her—my grandmother and great-aunt. From what little I knew, the house at the end of Vyne Street had belonged to the women of the family for generations. It was also centered over a major ley line—an energy vortex. Aunt Heather had figured that out, from notes in a journal we’d found. What she’d planned to do with that knowledge, neither Rhiannon nor myself had figured out and we might never know, but even if we couldn’t reason out why Heather had researched it, we might be able to make use of the knowledge in the future.
With Rhiannon and myself living in our respective realms, Luna, Peyton, and Kaylin had taken over the house and were keeping it safe for us. Luna had assumed the business I’d planned to open—Wind Chimes, a magical emporium. Peyton was working hard to open her magical PI firm—Mystical Eye Investigations. They would host them from the house, to avoid having to rent out space in town.
A part of me mourned the loss of my plans and the loss of the life I’d started to lay out for myself. Whoever said you can never go home again, was right. No matter how good—or bad—your home was like, when you try to revisit the past, you find that everything has shifted.
And for me, that shift had been drastic. On one hand, I had a purpose, I had a new life and an amazing one at that. On the other, I’d been dragged in from a rag-tag existence, but one where I understood the game. I knew how to hedge my odds on the streets, but coming back to New Forest, I’d plunged into a surreal nightmare. As rough as things had been walking the underbelly of the cities, I’d never had to kill before. I’d never had to fight a war.Posted in Excerpt | No Comments »