Good news! My contemporary western “Camouflage” is being published by Dreamspinner Press in Jan/Feb of 2017. It’s a little time off but well worth the wait I think for those of you who enjoy my contemporary work.
“Camouflage” is about Jake, a college grad who came back to the little eastern Oklahoma town he grew up in to help his grandparents. But now that they are gone, he’s trying to find his life. He begins talking on-line with Nash and invites him to visit him from Atlanta. But Nash can’t bring himself to tell Jake he’s a rent boy. After all, he’s just there to spend the week…
Luke looks something like the image I put on this page, but mostly it’s to put you in a cowboy frame of mind. I’ll keep you posted as things progress, and yes this makes the third manuscript in the process. Two are even novels!
Today was day twenty-eight of NaNoWriMo. I passed the 50,000 word mark. I’m pretty happy about that, but I think I’m even more excited about getting back to editing the novels I have written and submitting them to publishers. I do kind of enjoy this “Last 100 words” idea though. I might just eep it up.
So here are the last 100 words. Nope, it’s not the end of the novel, I probably have another 20,000 words to finish it. But I’ll drop my daily goal to something I can handle more easily. And yes, there will be more chapters of Double Trouble starting Wedesday.
The big form moved closer until Dhala could smell its scent and hear the soft crunch of his footsteps on the dried dirt. It lowered itself, peering inside Dhala’s shelter, and their eyes met. Dhala froze, wondering if he had been as wrong as it felt at that moment. But it passed with no movement from either of them. Then the Misiq crawled backward and turned to pad up to the warriors ahead of them. It met the gaze of the others and let out a barking cough.
“Ena! Silence. You will learn to control your battle form, or the elders will decide your fate.”
Without a backward look, Ena trotted to catch up with the other attackers. The other two shook their heads and turned to follow.
Busy today tracking down the elusive bargains on Black Friday. I’d hoped to reach the 50,000 for a “win” today, but it seems that the finish line was put off until tomorrow.
“Then I will carry you. At least to the stream. From there perhaps you can walk on your own.”
Askari sighed. “Very well. I guess I don’t have much choice.”
Ena moved close again. Taking Askari by one arm, pulling him across Ena’s shoulders and then grabbing a leg just at the knee to help stabilize. Ena made several small adjustments until he seemed satisfied.
As they moved, Askari noticed a vaguely familiar mix of odors gathering. It smelled of sharp spice, grass curing in mid-summer and musk. Askari found the combination drew him to the big Misiq, his body responding in ways that filled him with feelings similar to what he had felt when they discovered Ena before.
Just for the record, afternoon naps are on my list of favorite things. Now if it would just stop raining. It makes me want to move to somewhere I don’t have to deal with as much rain. Wet, wet, wet…yuck. So having my complaints over with, here are today’s words.
A heartbeat later the Misiq lunged at him, teeth bared and claws fully extended. Askari’s plating responded instinctively, thickening and hardening. His face guards extended into ridges on his face and down the bridge of his nose. With a screamed war cry, Askari swung the spear in a lethal swath. The long blade opened its throat. The Misiq crumbled into the ground a few spans from Askari.
The two in battle form leapt at him as two Misiq archers stepped into the small battle ground. Askari had no choice but to trust his plate to deflect the arrows while he dealt with the two attacking from close quarters.
For those who celebrate Thanksgiving. Eat a lot! I plan to pig out on pie! And now that the holiday festivities are taken care of…here are today’s 100 words.
“Skin stuff. I have some too. But Chivin must have some too. He’d need it with all the changes.”
He suddenly spun to Dhala. “You must put it on him. Where he gets dry spots in his flyer form.”
“Oh, the rub.” He moved to the storage on one side of Dhala’s sleeping chamber and brought out a carefully made bowl with a sealed lid that he handed to Askari. He opened the lid carefully and sniffed. After a moment he ran his fingers through the thick substance and smeared a thick layer over Dhala’s arm.
The smear of ointment across his arm startled Dhala. His panic great with each passing moment. He tugged to try and win his way free of Askari’s grip.
First, one of the characters has a new name. I was really not liking Machi, so he got a name change to Chivin. I like it better, I think. Otherwise things are going well. A little more then 5000 words to go, and a week to do it in.
Chivin shook his head. “No. They will not return home until they wipe us out.” He focused for a moment and started the change. It always started with his hands, the knife like talons almost shot from his fingers. With a tingle, each time he found himself armed with ten knives. The process was quick and painless for Chivin. The wings sprouting from between his shoulder blades was always an interesting sensation. His mouth and jaw were past human speech at this point. As he stretched and tested each part of him, including his scared wing webbings, he remembered killing the Misiq. Before he’d tucked it away to deal with later, and he would do so again.
Satisfied that he was ready, he folded his wings against his back and walked to the opening. He swiveled his head toward Dhala, and winked. Then he plunged from the rocks. The wind, the scents only this form could find. It had been too long since his last flight.
Not bad, met my goal. At this point I will be happy with that. Just a little over 43,000 words. And I managed to work a little on another chapter of Double Trouble. So look for another chapter the first Wednesday in December.
Dhala finally smiled and sat beside him. “I know we will. We will break tradition.”
Tayi smile at the pair. “You won’t be the first. There are ways for lovers to meet.”
Dhala considered his mother for a few moments, trying to unravel the mystery of her words. But then the question they had all been asking since they found Machi. “How did you get so badly injured? What happened?”
This time he did bolt upright, his eyes darting wildly around the room. “Misiq. A lot of Misiq. They were in the far valley, need the white cliffs. And they are hunting us.” He grabbed Dhala in a protective wrapping. “They blame us for the sickness, and are coming to kill the people they believe carry the plague.”