Monday, February 23, 2015

Schedule for End of February to March 28th

I've set a goal to have the rough draft of Thunder's End (working title) completed by March 28th. I believe I can end the series with one book. 

As I mentioned in my last post, there is a spin-off series, Southern Pines, although the genre is expanded into mystery. Zeke and Grace will be the protagonists, solving crimes together. I've already begun writing this series in my head... need to get the thoughts down in a more permanent form. The first book is Death Bark. Here's the cover: 

I have 16,000 words written on Thunder's End and so my goal of 32,000 words by March 28th is certainly doable. I've put a countdown clock in the sidebar. The city says Pensacola because that's the nearest I could get to where I live.

Our local writers' group, Lower Alabama Writers, will be meeting on March 28th at 2 p.m. If you're local and would like to join us, let me know. My email is sheila hollinghead @ yahoo .com (no spaces). 

And now to write!

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Thundersnow Promotion and Other News

Thundersnow is free on Amazon, B&N, and other places around the web. Today, Choosy Bookworm is promoting it. Check it out here:
Choosy Bookworm

I've recently blogged about my plans for 2015 and have already revised them to some extent. I definitely plan to do the fourth book for In the Shadow of the Cedar series. I may tie up all the loose ends by the end of the fourth book so that might end the series. I had planned to have three books in the series but Thunder's Shadow grew a little long, and I knew I would have to write at least one more book.

I plan to have the book finished by the end of March and published by the end of June.

Southern Pines Mysteries will be a spin-off from In the Shadow of the Cedar. Zeke, Sarah Jane's brother, and Grace, Marla's sister, will be the "detectives." The first book I had planned was to be titled The Frailest Branch. Since that title failed to convey mystery, I've been brainstorming possible titles and have come up with nine, including book covers. I plan to write twenty books in this series, perhaps more. Here are a few of the titles and covers I've come up with (and let me give a big shout-out to Better Blurbs and Book Covers Facebook group for all their help!):

Each title, as you can see, has a murder weapon in it. I'm running out of ideas for murder weapons! I've had a lot of fun making the covers. I hope the writing is as much fun!

Remember to check out Choosy Bookworm today!

Friday, February 6, 2015

Fiction Friday: Echoing Thunder Excerpt

Working Cover
This is a very rough excerpt from Echoing Thunder, In the Shadow of the Cedar, Book 4.
I'm joining up with Alana Terry and Hallee Bridgeman's Christian Fiction Friday. 

“Stop! Lie down.” I clicked my fingers and pointed to the corner. He simply looked at me. Poor dog! He didn’t understand what was going on. I went back in the bedroom and rooted around in the chifferobe until I found an old quilt. I made Coby a bed in the corner, gave him a few more pats, and talked to him as if he could understand. I snuggled up on the quilt with him.

“Michael’s dog is having trouble adjusting to civilian life,” I explained. “Until he gets better, we have to be patient. He’s been through a lot. Michael said he was very brave. I suppose that he’s so used to hunting the enemy that he has to make up one. That’s you, Coby. You’re the enemy now.”

Coby’s tail thumped the floor.

“I do not want you fighting that dog...” I was sounding like Momma, refusing to call Michael’s dog by his name. He was part of our family now, wasn’t he? No matter how many problems he might have. “Argos is your brother. We love our brothers, don’t we?”

Coby licked my chin, and I laughed, scratching the ruff of his neck with both hands. “Yes, you’re a good dog! We just have to be patient. He’ll learn to love us, one day.” I climbed to my feet again. “Now, stay here.” I put my hand up again, palm out. “Stay!”

I went out of the room, closing the door behind me, holding the darkened bronze doorknob for a second. Coby immediately began to whine. Well, at least he wasn’t clawing the door. I went on into the sitting room where Momma still sat.

She frowned at me, her eyes narrowing. “I ain’t having that racket,” she said.

“Give him time. He’ll quiet in a minute.” I took a seat in the other rocker, rocking slowly, listening and waiting to see if what I said would come true. It didn’t. His whining just got louder.

“That dog is driving me crazy.”

It was a choice between listening to him whining and Momma grumbling or go let him out. I gave up and went to let him out of the bedroom. He raced around me in circles, his tail wagging. I tried to be stern with him but didn’t have the heart.

Momma shook her head, her gray hair whisping around her shoulders. It needed washing, but she wouldn’t allow me to help her, and she either wouldn’t or couldn’t do it herself. “Put that durn dog out!”

I yanked my coat off the nail, hearing it rip but not caring. I opened the back door, not thinking, and Coby raced out before I could stop him. “Coby, come back!” I whistled and patted my leg. 

But it was too late. Argos came from around the front of the house, meeting him with a lunge.

Christian Fiction Friday is a weekly blog hop where authors post snippets from their current works in progress. It is hosted by Alana Terry and Hallee Bridgeman. Link your post to the blog hop here.