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Dragon, Sith, Magic, Passion or Burn? #MFRWHooks

1/31/2018

 
Bonded soul to soul by ancient magic and a dragon. Will the magic that brought them together destroy them?
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The Dragon Wore a Kilt 
By Holly Bargo  
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In the northern reaches of Scotland rests Loch Saorach, home to an ancient legend—a dragon. The Matasan family has guarded the loch and its dragon for centuries.

Over the years Saorach has claimed humans, imbuing them with his fae magic. Connor Matasan, the arrogant Earl of Glencarol, is a recent acquisition. Like all those possessed and transformed by the dragon’s ancient magic, Connor is sith, immortal and commanding powers beyond the human norm.

Middle aged wife and mother Lila is vacationing in Scotland when Saorach chooses her to join his brood. Her transformation to an eternally young sith is painful and compounded by the loss of everything she holds dear. Waking to a new life, she is utterly dependent upon Connor and his family. Lila feels trapped and resents that the dragon has bound her to Connor, soul to soul, passion to passion: a passion Connor cannot control, a passion Lila fears.

Will the magic that brought them together destroy them?
Excerpt:

“What happened?” she asked again, her voice trembling with fear.

The woman sighed and answered, “’Tis a long story that’s not my place to tell. You’ll have to hear it from Connor, for you’re his now.”

“His? How can I be his?”

“Lass, it’s a new life you have now. I’ll leave it for Connor to explain.”

“Who is Connor?”

“Och, that I’ll answer. He’s my brother.” The woman vigorously rubbed a towel over Maggie’s stubbled scalp.

Maggie frowned. The near giant who carried her into the bathroom had not been old. She would not have put his age past thirty. She decided that the older woman obviously meant that Connor was like a brother to her.

“By the way, I’m Brenda,” the woman said by way of introduction. “We’ll have to come up with a name for you.”

“My name is Maggie, Maggie Hammersmith.”

​“Not any more it isn’t,” Brenda said cryptically.


Deadlines, procrastination, and lost opportunity

1/30/2018

 
I set a goal with the mastermind group to finish the manuscript for Daughter of the Deepwood by February 1. Over the past week and a half, I've gotten a bit over 10,000 words in and... last night the characters missed that proverbial left turn at Albuquerque. So, it looks like the manuscript won't be completed on that new deadline. Argh.

There's truth in the saying that no plot survives contact with the characters.

The procrastination part comes in with that same manuscript. I have come into contact with writers who dedicate themselves to a certain minimum word count or time for writing every day. They schedule this into their lives. I can't do that. I've found that if the spark isn't there, then the content is crap. So, I find myself waiting until the characters start speaking to me and then I jump back into the story. That's one reason why I find myself distracted into writing other stories when I should be focusing on something else. That's the reason why I wrote The Falcon of Imenotash.

I must say, though, when something grabs me like Falcon did, the story generally turns out to be incredible.

Lost opportunities also mark the past few weeks:
  • I responded to an RFP for a landscaper in Michigan who wanted to write a book on horticulture. He called me last week. We had what I thought was a great conversation while I attempted to provide some direction. I told him that he needed to decide what he wanted to do and then to let me know. He hasn't called me back. Perhaps one of these days I'll master the art of closing a sale.
  • I responded to an RFP posted by a screenwriter in Utah who wanted his screenplay adapted to a novel. I got so far as to schedule a phone call with him, but he canceled the project.
  • I sent a contract to a prospective client in New York and am waiting... waiting... waiting...

I respond to a lot of RFPs, actually; but what I haven't been able to do is make the leap from reactive marketing to proactive marketing. I know people and businesses out there need my help, but the whole "identify and investigate" portion still eludes me. So, I'll keep plugging away at it, trying to build the freelance business and hoping to hit that bestseller list.

In the meantime, head over to the Upcoming Books page and participate in the two quick polls there. One is for the cover of Daughter of the Deepwood. The other is for reader opinion as to which book I should tackle next. Two of the books are sequels and one will make a third in a series. Let me know what you think!

What would I do if I couldn't be a writer? - #MFRWauthor

1/25/2018

 
PictureAlpaca and llama meet-and-greet at 2013 March of Dimes Walk-a-Thon, Springfield, OH.

​Back when dirt was new and I was young, I wanted to be a veterinarian. Considering my affection for animals, except those that come under my definition of vermin, that ambition surprised no one. What did surprise me--and possibly those around me--was that I was squeamish.

Detect lameness? Got it. Treat an infected wound? Piece of cake. Give a shot? No way. Stitch a laceration? Nope, not gonna happen. Make a incision? You have got to be kidding.

A veterinarian who can't stand the sight of blood can't do the job.

Therefore, hopes dashed, I considered other career options that might involve animals. While working at a shop that sold bridal gowns and formal wear, I met a dog handler looking for a dress to wear at  the Westminster Dog Show at Madison Square Gardens. For a brief while, I imagined myself pursuing a career as a dog handler. I liked dogs. I'd shown dogs in dog obedience in 4-H.

Like many such ephemeral ambitions, that one faded quickly.

Early in married life, my husband and I attempted to purchase a boarding stable. I had ambitions of turning my passion for all things equine into a business. Perhaps I'd even set myself up as a horse trainer. Years later after having utterly failed at training my own two young geldings, I gave up on that dream.

Training takes more patience and courage than I have. Besides, cleaning stalls in sub-zero weather ain't fun. Ever.

I even flirted with the idea of serving as a park ranger, imagining myself patrolling the park on horseback rather than in a vehicle. While the idea seemed awfully romantic in concept, the reality was I had no background in law enforcement or forestry and I don't enjoy riding in inclement weather.

Much later when the younger son was of an age to join 4-H, we jumped on the alpaca bandwagon. Surely, this would be the exciting, animal-based opportunity that would launch me from the doldrums of office drudgery! Not so much. Within a year after we acquired our first four alpaca geldings, the market for these animals crashed. Ordinary breeding stock females that once sold for $10,000 each now went for under $1,000. Fiber geldings like we had could be had for free. Fiber cooperatives charged more to process the fiber than fiber producers ever earned from sales. Private processing of alpaca fiber was expensive--and still is.

We enjoyed the alpacas and llamas for the years we had them; but, frankly, I don't miss them now that they're gone.

​Another ambition gone up in smoke.

A career based on animals didn't appear feasible, although in I envy those who manage to make such a thing work. My four-legged companions remain avocational rather than vocational.

Come to think of it, it's a good thing I stuck with writing.

This is my first article in the MFRW 52-week blog challenge. I hope you find it interesting and, perhaps, entertaining. Each week participating authors will write on the same topic.​


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