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New Year – New Goals

All right, it’s that time again. Setting goals for the New Year.  You can check out my post about being kind to yourself and setting realistic goals over on Indie Jane.  This is something I need to seriously remind myself of not just when I make my goals list, but also throughout the year as I start adding things onto the list.  I always, always add on.  It’s a sickness.

Here are my writing/publishing specific goals for the new year.  Hopefully you’ll help keep me accountable! That whole “putting it out there so someone else knows your goals” is always a good idea.

1.  Finish Sun, Moon, Stars.

I’m making a big push this month to finish the rough draft of this fairy tale adaptation.

2.  Publish Sun, Moon, Stars. 

I’m hoping to get this novel out to you guys by May! (Notice I didn’t give a specific date in May, lol).

3.  Finish Aspire.

This book – it lives in my head but it’s having a hard time coming out through my fingers.  This could be because it’s currently in “chose your own adventure” mode in my brain, there are three possible paths and I need to PICK ONE!

4. Publish Aspire

Look for it in September-ish of this year!

5.  Write the Rough Draft of Red. 

This is going to be my October – December project. I’m kind of giving up on the whole NaNoWriMo idea because November is literally the worst month of the year for me to try it.  But my “end of the year” writing will be on Red.

6. Publish the Fairytale Trilogy Omnibus.

Once Aspire is out I can publish an ebook with all three novels. This excites me!

7. Work on Austen Co-Authoring Project with Melissa Buell.

This is a really exciting project idea and now that we are past the holidays, I’m hoping we can carve out more time!

That’s it for my 2014 writing/publishing goals.  I do have blogging goals (I hope to be more consistent here, and I have another potential project in the works).  I always start out saying I’m going to be kind to myself and then the list looks way intimidating!  Scarily, this is my pared down goals list!

What are your goals (writing or otherwise) this year?

 

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Help Me Name Characters!

While I’m not working on the novelization of Red (officially…I’m totally writing the whole thing in my head) until I’m done with Atone: A Fairytale, I am putting it on the list for this year.  I have some really exciting things planned for this story and I can’t wait to share more.

I think I’ve told you before about how I am a complete fail when it comes to character names, so I’m asking for your help in naming some characters!  I need both male and female (vaguely) Germanic sounding names.  Here are some characters that have yet to be named:

Red’s Mom (she’s an herbalist)

Red’s Dad (he was a huntsman)

Red’s Boyfriend (currently named Liam in the short story, but that’s too Irish sounding)

Plus, I need a whole bucket full of names for the beautiful, man-stealing witches.

Let me know in the comments if you have any favorites that you’ll let me use!  The only two names I can currently reveal are:

Ingrid and Garrett

And don’t you just want to know who Garrett is?  I’m not telling!  I will, however, tell you that he is very, very hot.

Fairy Tale Friday – Red

The blogs Books4Learning and Literary Transgressions are re-launching a weekly meme called Fairy Tale Friday.  Talking about fairy tales, myths, and legends every week?  Don’t mind if I do.

My entry into the Once Upon a Time Writing contest sort of got lost in the mix a bit as it was posted right before the Fairy Tale Giveaway Hop post, so I thought it might be fun to repost as part of this meme.  I promise to have something new and fresh and fairy tale related (maybe my long overdue review of Snow White and the Alien?) for next Friday’s link up.

In the meantime, here is my super short (350 words) fractured fairy tale take on Red Riding Hood.

Red

No sunlight filtered down through the thick canopy this far into the forest. I listened for sounds of movement, pulling the hood of my mottled green cloak tighter. My red hair would attract attention even in the gloom.

There.  The soft sounds of wolves moving through the forest.  They drew closer, their panting now louder than the furious pounding of my heart. They weren’t hunting, but patrolling, guarding the Coven.  Protecting the dark-haired, blue-eyed women who looked as if angels had bent down and molded their forms.  But they were anything but holy.  We lived in fear of their black magic. Fear and hate.

Every so often men from our village disappeared forever.  Sometimes, years later, when the Coven came to trade with the village, you might notice that the children hiding near their skirts seemed familiar.  A tilt of their eyes, or a dimple, or chin.  You could notice, but you couldn’t say anything.

My father vanished when I was young. My mother never spoke of him.  But I remembered.

Now it was Liam, my intended.  He’d been gone for days.  After the first night I knew he wasn’t returning.  I couldn’t just stand quietly and wait for a black-haired witch to have a babe that looked like my love.

The wolves were near enough now.  There were two. A young grey and an older wolf with russet fur.

I loosed my arrow, straight and true, into the heart of the grey wolf, catching them by surprise.  The red leapt at me, snarling and flashing teeth.  I dropped my bow, drawing my dagger.  As we collided, I thrust with all of my might.  His yelp told me I had wounded him gravely.  He fell, and I stood, miraculously still alive, watching his life bleed out.

As his breath stilled he began to change.  The fur faded and before me lay a man…one I remembered well although I hadn’t seen him since I was a child.

“Red,” the dying gasp came from behind me. I turned toward the big grey, my blood freezing in anguish.

“Liam!”

Once Upon a Time Entry – Red

This is my entry for the flash fiction Once Upon a Time Writing contest hosted by Anna at Yearning for Wonderland and Susi Holliday.  The theme is unexpected fairy tales and each entry has to be 350 words or less.  There’s still time to enter!  Awesome prizes abound (including a paperback of Awake).  Without further ado, here is my little unexpected fairy tale clocking in at 350 words exactly.

 

 

Red

No sunlight filtered down through the thick canopy this far into the forest. I listened for sounds of movement, pulling the hood of my mottled green cloak tighter. My red hair would attract attention even in the gloom.

There.  The soft sounds of wolves moving through the forest.  They drew closer, their panting now louder than the furious pounding of my heart. They weren’t hunting, but patrolling, guarding the Coven.  Protecting the dark-haired, blue-eyed women who looked as if angels had bent down and molded their forms.  But they were anything but holy.  We lived in fear of their black magic. Fear and hate.

Every so often men from our village disappeared forever.  Sometimes, years later, when the Coven came to trade with the village, you might notice that the children hiding near their skirts seemed familiar.  A tilt of their eyes, or a dimple, or chin.  You could notice, but you couldn’t say anything.

My father vanished when I was young. My mother never spoke of him.  But I remembered.

Now it was Liam, my intended.  He’d been gone for days.  After the first night I knew he wasn’t returning.  I couldn’t just stand quietly and wait for a black-haired witch to have a babe that looked like my love.

The wolves were near enough now.  There were two. A young grey and an older wolf with russet fur.

I loosed my arrow, straight and true, into the heart of the grey wolf, catching them by surprise.  The red leapt at me, snarling and flashing teeth.  I dropped my bow, drawing my dagger.  As we collided, I thrust with all of my might.  His yelp told me I had wounded him gravely.  He fell, and I stood, miraculously still alive, watching his life bleed out.

As his breath stilled he began to change.  The fur faded and before me lay a man…one I remembered well although I hadn’t seen him since I was a child.

“Red,” the dying gasp came from behind me. I turned toward the big grey, my blood freezing in anguish.

“Liam!”

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