New release: Do you sing a mournful melody?

As an addendum to my last post, I have a new release! Entitled “Sing A Mournful Melody” it’s a piece I have been sitting on for quite a while.   Thanks to my mentor, Patty G. Henderson, it finally sees the light of day. :) Set in 1900, it is a short historical Gothic fantasy–with vampires. :) Yes, yes, I know, but I couldn’t resist. My heroine (Maribelle) needed someone extraordinary to…well, you’ll have to read it yourself to see what she needs him for.

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A quick Nanowrimo update

Hey, so I intended to do this this year, but waffled a bit. I just finished a 55,000 word novel in a little over the last month (no, I’m not kidding and more on that within the next few months, as ever, depending on editing and rewrites), add to that the entire manuscript and rewrites that led to the release of Changeling’s Crown in June, plus short stories you may or may not have seen yet, and I’ve pretty much exceeded the 100,000 word mark by November 1st. So I wasn’t sure I was up for another 50k so soon. Between that and a family crisis, I don’t know how much more energy I have for writing hard between now and the end of the year (again, why did they pick a holiday-laden month for this festa? Oh well…). Caitlin, though, has had her say and I’ve been working hard-ish on the fourth installment of the series, (tentatively, [for the last three months so probably writ in stone] entitled Mourning Dove Locket.) I’m still working out where MDL falls in Caitlin’s year, but I know it falls after DRAWING DOWN THE SHADES, (of course) and the plot and where we’re going so it shouldn’t be too hard, except that I’ve got all this other going on. :( I don’t know if I’ll finish it by the end of November, but  at least I’ll have something more done on it than the whole last year.

Is 50,000 words in a month a good idea? Well, if you can’t do it any other way, maybe so. I have done it three times:  the first time topped out at 90,000 words of a mess that, five years later, I still can’t fix. The second time, it went pretty well, though 50k did not serve to finish the book and it still remains unfinished and unpublished. The third time, (this last time) I once again did it on my own and since I have not had time to revise and edit it, we shall see. But I will say I feel much better about it than I did the results of the first two attempts. Time will tell. My hope for MDL is just that I get enough of a manuscript finished that I feel like we’re finally getting somewhere with it. So, Antique Magic fans, stay tuned, the next installment is a-coming. :) And to those in Nano, this year, good luck and keep writing!

Scratch til it bleeds…A little flash fiction

Best laid plans and all…

I was going to participate in a “call” for flash fiction awhile ago that I saw on one of my author groups, but you know…I just kept coming up with stuff that didn’t work. It was either longer than I think the call-er takes (the guidelines asked for 300 words) or it didn’t end happily. ;) So, for your giggles, here’s what I came up with.

The picture for the prompt looked something like this:

cowboys, flash fiction, shapeshifter fiction, shape shifter fiction, paranormal

Note the fact that the dude has no hair on his chest (or at least I don’t see any in the picture). Looking at this, a little shapeshifter story popped into my head for your Halloween reading pleasure. It goes something like this: (**Might have a bit of language some of you might consider offensive. Be warned).

Scratch til it bleeds

Once king of the Known Savanna the humans bested him. He couldn’t remember now how it happened.

The concubine’s soulless eyes swept over them; one after another she scrutinized the men standing in line with him.

Balless twits the lot of them. And every one of them shaved clean. He’d never known such a shifter pride to be so chicken. Every one of the shifters beside him exuded an arrogance he didn’t deserve. Did they see what they’d given up for a chance in her bed?

He kicked himself for he followed the example. Pride, survival? T’was a hard call.

His skin itched from the shave he’d given himself trying to blend in with the conqueror. Foolish move, that. He’d give anything right now, to scratch! But she watched. And he wouldn’t let her know she’d won. Be still. Overlooked. Freedom awaits!

“You!” she said.

He touched his hat. “Ma’am.” Damn. Caught. Time was, he’d crept across the savanna like a hunter, not the hunted. You’ve grown weak, son.

She pointed at him.

The guards grabbed his arms and escorted him into her quarters. Opulence oozed from the walls, but the furs gracing the bed and marble floor made him shiver. Lion, leopard. His kin.

His skin itched as his fur wiggled beneath the human facade. He couldn’t help himself; he drew his sheared-short fingernails across his chest. Damn playing a human was hard!

She shut the door and slid out of her robes, standing naked before him.

“Really, now.” She stalked closer, as if he were the prey and she the lioness in tall grass. “Why do you scratch?”

He gave her a cheeky grin. “Come here and I’ll show you.”

She removed his hat, pushed him down on the bed, and stripped him of his jeans.  Her caressing hands made it hard to concentrate.

She kept missing the right spot!

His lush golden fur wouldn’t be contained; as it slipped through his skin relief flooded him.  “That’s why,” he said.

She screamed bloody murder… His claws came out…

He dropped her corpse and scratched, sighing relief. Satisfied, he picked up his hat, wondering, were the thin blood streaks across his chest from her claws, or his?

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Hehe. I hope you enjoyed this little bit of flash fiction

copyright 2014, Juli D. Revezzo

*Sorry. I do not know the photographer of the above cowboy. It was just provided as part of the prompt.

[Marketing Monday!] Spirit Touched excerpt

Juli D. Revezzo:

An excerpt from fantasy author Jolene Dawe‘s forthcoming story…. This will be part of her Story Subscription series. Do go check it out. It looks like a great read!

Originally posted on Strip Me Back To The Bone:

If you’re thinking about signing up for my story subscription for December’s installment, here’s a free sneak peek at what’s in store! (Heck, even if you aren’t, here’s a free sneak peek anyway!)

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I crested the hill while the sun was still three finger-lengths above the horizon and stopped cold. Fear curdled in my stomach and burned in my throat. It wasn’t that the forest had grown in the half-season since I’d last passed this way. Forests often behaved in ways one couldn’t anticipate, advancing over this valley, retreating from that mountainside, devouring villages and villagers alike, or ringing the town with living, growing walls to keep the humans safe from the creatures that roamed the night. There was no predicting what the trees might do, not even the Summoners. To try was to tempt madness. The forest was closer to Midpoint Crest, the spot where I stood locked…

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Seasons of Reading…Fall: #FrightFall Read-a-Thon – Prize Promotion Page

 

 

FrightFall Read-a-Thon

Another Witching Hour (okay, month) is upon us and ooh, it’s my favorite time of year!! :) Time for all fans of ghosts, vampire, and various ghoulies to celebrate! :) This year, I’ve teamed up with Seasons of Reading and two other very fine authors in the FrightFall Read-A-Thon. Which ends October 7th. Eep! So go sign up. Aside from me, authors Glen Craney, Johnathon Janz are featured and offering copies of their fine works. I’m offering an ecopy of my spooky paranormal The Artist’s Inheritance.

You can sign up here, and see the prizes here:

Seasons of Reading…Fall: #FrightFall Read-a-Thon – Prize Promotion Page.

Banned Book Week–Philip Pullman’s The Golden Compass

Juli D. Revezzo:

This is a reblog of my review of The Golden Compass from three years ago… more soon. Stay tuned.

Originally posted on Paranormal dreams and nightmares:

Banned Books Week image; copyright ALA http://www.ala.org/

the golden compass cover art Knopf release

cover art by Eric Rohmann

Philip Pullman’s controversial Fantasy/Steampunk/YA novel The Golden Compass* is the story of Lyra Belacqua, an orphan growing up under the care of the staff of Jordan College, Oxford in a strange, 19th-century-esque world (that is and is not like the London of our world) where humans have companions called daemons (a thing sort of like a witch’s familiar). Despite the best efforts of the scholars, the stubborn Lyra spends as much time as possible with the street kids, and the children of the gyptians, just being a mischievous child. Jordan is open to her, but for one place: the Retiring room.

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