Question For Full-Time Authors: When Do You Write?


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I’ve noticed lately I write the bulk of my words (2,000 daily words is always my goal five days a week) later in the afternoon or right before dinner time. 

I used to get up and have the coffee going and get my first words in by 9am, but lately I find myself checking e-mails and doing blog posts and something for Arm Cast Podcast (interviews or putting episodes together)…

I find I write more and write better after I’ve made something for lunch, but feel like I wasted the day even if I got my 2,000 words in. 

If you’re a part-time author and especially one with a day job, I understand your time is limited to when you can write. I get it. I was there with you up until about four years ago when I became a full-time author able to pay my bills. 

But what about the other full-time authors? When do you write? When do you take time for promotion, e-mails, interviews, etc. as well?

I’d really like to know!

Armand Rosamilia

Guest Post: Melissa J. Cunningham


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Title:  The Elementalist
Series:  The Ransomed Souls Series #2
Author:  Melissa J. Cunningham
Published:  March 3rd, 2015
Publisher:  Clean Teen Publishing
Genre:  YA paranormal romance
Content Warning:  Violence and minor language
Recommended Age:  14+
Synopsis:  Deceased Alisa Callahan thinks nothing could be worse than watching the boy she loves move on in his life without her… until she is ripped from her less-than-peaceful existence in Elysium to be trapped… in someone’s else’s body.
Seventeen-year-old Claire Balister wants only one thing. To master the art of Elementalism. To accomplish this, she must learn to control a damned soul. Her old classmate and suicide victim, Alisa Callahan, is the perfect candidate. But when the spell goes wrong, Claire finds herself in the worst possible situation… sharing her body with an unwanted guest.
Everything swirls out of control when Alisa learns the terrifying truth about her entrapment. Her only hope rests with a boy who can’t remember her, his past, or more importantly, who he really is…
One of the bad guys.
Excerpt from The Elementalist by Melissa J. Cunningham:
She cursed under her breath. It could only be one person, she chose to ignore him, but the banging continued. She glanced at the clock. Five minutes left. She had time to quickly tell Jamie to leave.
Claire hurried across the hall and into her room. Unlatching the window she let it swing open. “Jamie, I can’t talk right now.” She tried to shut the window, but he blocked her efforts with his arm.
“Wait. You don’t even know why I’m here.”
“It doesn’t matter. You have to go.” She pushed on the window harder, but instead of backing away like he would have in the past, Jamie climbed inside. He stood in her room as she stared him down, her jaw clenching.
“I don’t have time for this!” she yelled, and ran back into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her and locking it.
Three minutes were left on the timer.
“Are you okay?” Jamie asked from the other side of the door.
“Damn it, Jamie. I need you to go away!”
“Are you sick?”
“Argg!” She refused to explain. It was none of his business. Why wouldn’t he just leave? She could hear him on the other side, his feet shuffling.
“I’ll just wait in your room then. I want to tell you something important.”
“Just go home!” she yelled, counting down the seconds. Thirty, twenty-nine, twenty-eight…
“I saw that guy come over here. I saw him come into your house, Claire. I have a right to know why he’s here. I know he’s not here for your mom. I saw her leave.”
Claire gritted her teeth, refusing to be baited by his jealousy. He was watching her house now? She’d known he would be like this if they got too serious, and now she regretted their budding romance.
“After the other night, I have the right to know if you like him. I mean—”
“Oh my gosh, Jamie!” she screeched. “I don’t. Have. Time!” Fourteen, thirteen, twelve.
Jamie’s fist banged against the door in frustration, and Claire jumped, startled, her heart racing from more than just this intrusion and the timer flew from her fingers into the bathwater with Brecken. Face up, it continued to count down, even under the water. Five, four, three.
“Is he in there with you? Oh hell, Claire. Please tell me he’s not in there with you.” The defeat in Jamie’s voice was almost her undoing. She was already two seconds over the limit.
With shaking hands, she grabbed Brecken by his T-shirt and tried to pull him up, but he was much heavier than she’d anticipated, due either to dead weight or the water in his clothes, maybe both, and he fell back under the water causing waves to spill over the side of the tub and drench her shoes.
She screamed in fright, because the spell only protected him for exactly ten minutes.
“Claire? What’s going on? What happened? Water just came under the door!” Jamie pounded on the other side, his hammering like thunder in her ears, her complementing shrieks producing the perfect storm.
Grabbing Brecken behind the head, she sat him up in the tub, but he was slippery and hard to hold. His head lolled forward and water spilled from his mouth and nose. “Brecken! Wake up!” she screamed, trying to slap him to awareness, but the only thing her struggles did was make him slip out of her grasp and back under the water.
“Jamie!” she screeched. “Help me!”
The door burst open one second later.
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About the Author:


Melissa J. Cunningham began writing five years ago when she decided, out of the blue, to enter a community writing contest and won first place. From that moment on she had a new love: Writing. Melissa is a member of the League of Utah Writers. Her past publication experience includes a recurring opinion column called Writing Reality, for her local newspaper: The Leader
Melissa’s first novel: Reluctant Guardian, was accepted for publication through Clean Teen Publishing in August 2013.
When Melissa is not writing you can find her spending time with her family and her horses, cats, dogs and chickens or reading. Melissa is also a local music teacher.

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Guest Post: Raven McAllan


 

Hong Kong Heat by +Raven McAllan
Erotic Romance, Contemporary

 

Debra Scotburn never thought of herself as a cougar, until
she fell in lust at first sight with a much younger man.
Daniel Van Meister, a trouble-shooter for the Simply Five
Star Hotel chain doesn’t do commitment, until the older, curvy, vivacious
brunette robs him off his ability to control a certain body part.
Unable to keep their hands off each other, they embark on a passion-filled
holiday fling.
Surely that is all it can ever be? Daniel’s work takes him
all around the world at a moment’s notice, and Debra is on the last leg of her
middle-aged-crisis induced gap year.

 

When misunderstandings tear them apart, can they both admit
their love and find the trust needed to make this more than just a fling?

Available for early download via Totally Bound

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Out on general release on eBook and Print: March 27th

 

 

 

(2 Excerpts. Pick one for your blog)

Excerpt 1 (PG 13)

“You’re
trespassing. You shouldn’t be up here at night.”
She
stared up at him and grinned. The moon appeared from behind a cloud and his
pulse jumped like a flea in a circus. It was her. His mystery lady.
“So
I am, or should that be am not?” She swirled her arms and the moonlight caught
the ripples and sent tiny moonbeams dancing over the surface of the pool. “Which
means unless you’re the night watchman…?” Her voice trailed off mid sentence,
on a querying note.
Braam
shook his head.
“Then
neither should you. So why don’t you join me? Or is jogging the only exercise
you do?” She tilted her head to one side and swam in lazy circles around the
island in the centre of the pool.
Does she know there’s innuendo in that
statement?
“Come
on, live dangerously. You know you shouldn’t swim alone at night.” She laughed.
“So in actual fact, we’ll be helping each other.”
Why not? Braam pushed the sides of his trousers apart and kicked them off his
legs with scant care to creases. The suit needed to go to the cleaners anyway.
An over anxious sous chef had made sure of that when Braam had checked the
buffet earlier.
He
left his boxers on—after all there was such a thing as over-familiarity—and
dived in.
The
water closed over his head and he pushed to the surface. It was like swimming
in a Jacuzzi without the bubbles. The warmth surrounded him as he swam towards
the woman leaning against the edge of the pool with her arms stretched out to
hold her in place.
“So,
hello, Ms Intruder. We meet again.” He trod water and moved his arms and hands
to stay in front of her and not move into her personal space. As much as he’d have
liked to crowd her, demand who she was and why she was there, he knew better.
“It
seems we do. Nothing more mysterious than the ways of the world, eh?” She
chuckled and splashed water with her legs. “Is this where I say fancy meeting
you here? Or we must quit meeting like this, people will talk?”
There
was no doubt about that, especially if the night manager turned the security
cameras on. Braam angled his body then swam around the island so that if that
did happen, his face wouldn’t be seen. There was one spot where the cameras
didn’t reach, but was visible to the lifeguards when they were on duty. As he
hoped, the lady swam after him, until they reached what he termed the safe area.
“Are
we playing tag?” Her voice was husky and it lifted his libido and his cock by
several notches. In fact, his cock was pressing against his boxers and even the
water couldn’t   come to his aid so he didn’t get harder by the
minute. This woman intrigued him.
“I
can think of better things to play.”
Her
eyes widened and the laugh she gave went straight to his dick and hinted at all
things erotic.
“Such
as? Ludo? Scrabble, or, I know, Hotel?” She ran her tongue around her lips in
an unconscious invitation to plunder and Braam was hard pressed not to groan.
“You
show me yours and I’ll show you mine…” Braam paused. “Hotel, I mean, what else?”
She
giggled. It wasn’t the silly sound a young girl would make, but a deep, sexy
noise. “How about Kiss Chase?”
Excerpt 2(Adult)
In
one swift movement the lady pushed off the side, kissed him hard on the lips
and turned to swim away. He was too fast for her. Braam held her by the
shoulders, tread water and kissed her back.
She
groaned deep into his mouth and let her tongue swirl with his. Her body floated
next to his and her breasts teased his chest. The thin lace that covered her
was no barrier to hide how her nipples stood out. Braam slid one leg between
hers and moved one hand to hold her ass and push her tight against him.
She
wriggled and ground her pussy on his cock. Yet again, the few scraps of lace
she wore were negligible. Even so it took immense control not to rip them away
and have nothing between them. Instead he held her close, let her rub herself
on him and savoured the moment. Braam swam them backwards a few feet until he
could rest on a ledge a foot or so underwater and sit his lady on his knees
with her legs either side and her pussy open to his cock. It was teasing, tantalising
and downright enjoyable. Judging by the shivers and mewls she made as he
nibbled her ear and scattered kisses over her face and mouth, she agreed. Her
hands played with his nipples.
Until
his cock gave notice that a few more seconds’ play and they’d need to clean the
pool out. He was so close to coming it hurt.
Braam
pulled back and she moaned in protest.
“Honey,
I’m so close to coming it’s painful. We need to get out and find somewhere more
suitable.” He towed her to the roman steps at one end of the pool and glanced
around the area. Not even a sunbed had been left out.
His
lady looked dazed and her eyes were misty.
“Eh?”
“We
can’t come in the pool. Well, I can’t. We need to… Holy hell and fuck.”
She
sat up, half out of the water, and rubbed her face. “That sounds rude and hold
on, we need to fuck? Who says?”
“Well,
you didn’t say we didn’t a few minutes ago,” Braam said. “But we need condoms.
I don’t suppose you have one with you?”
“Con…
Argh, shit and fuck. No, strangely I don’t. They’re not something I feel I need
when I go for a walk at midnight.” She sounded horrified. “Even if it does
include an illicit swim. You?”
He
shook his head. “Sadly no. I mean where would I carry it?
She
got out of the pool and looked around her. “Apart from that, I don’t make a
habit of screwing with strangers, even with a condom. Where’s a towel? Blame it
on the moon, oh, I don’t know, temporary insanity or jet lag or something. Pure
fucking stupidity. Look, if you try anything, I’ve got a black belt in karate.
So, towels?”
“Locked
away. Along with sunbeds, robes and all things needed to fuck.” He paused. “Or
dry off.”
She
shut her eyes and sighed. “Figures. Oh, Lord, what have I done?”
“Nothing
yet, and in the future? Up to you, but let me say, I seem to have been
inflicted by the same bout of insanity if that’s any consolation.”
“It
isn’t. I guess I’ll have to do the walk of shame in a dress sticking to my wet
body.”
“Or
we could make love and dry off that way?” Braam suggested. He could have bitten his tongue out. Do I have a death wish? When will I learn to keep my mouth shut?
“Or
not. Sorry. But I don’t even know your name. Isn’t it at least polite to be
introduced or something?”
She
shivered and Braam stood up and left the pool to grab his shirt.
“Here,
use this to dry off.” He handed her the shirt and walked to the other side of
the pool where his jacket and trousers were. “My name is Abraham,” he said as
he used his jacket to soak up the bulk of the moisture on him. It looked like
even the dry cleaners wouldn’t save it. “Braam to my friends.”
There
was silence from the other side of the pool.
“And
you?”

 

His
answer was to hear the faint noise of the lift descending.

 

I’m growing old disgracefully and loving
it.
Dh and I live on the edge of a Scottish
forest, and rattle around in a house much too big for us.
Our kids have grown up and flown the nest,
but roll back up when they want to take a deep breath and smell the daisies so
to speak.
I write in my study, which overlooks the
garden and the lane. I’m often seen procrastinating, by checking out the wild
life, looking—only looking—at the ironing basket and assuring tourists that
indeed, I’m not the bed and breakfast. That would mean cooking fried eggs
without breaking the yolks, and disturbing the dust bunnies as they procreate
under the beds. Not to be thought of.
Being able to do what I love, and knowing
people get pleasure from my writing is fantastic. Long may it last.
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Suspended in Dusk Paperback Release


Armand Rosamilia:

“Suspended In Dusk” #horror #anthology now in Print!

Originally posted on SIMON DEWAR:

Hi everyone,

Suspended in Dusk is now out in paperback format. I know a few people were hanging out for a paperback copy rather than ebook version. You can log on to amazon now and order a copy!

For those of you who haven’t heard of or already read the anthology, it’s a horror and dark fiction anthology featuring an introduction by Bram Stoker Award winner and World Horror Convention Grandmaster Jack Ketchum, and stories by:

Ramsey Campbell, John Everson, Rayne Hall, Shane McKenzie, Angela Slatter, Alan Baxter, S.G Larner, Wendy Hammer, Sarah Read, Karen Runge, Toby Bennett, Benjamin Knox, Brett Rex Bruton, Icy Sedgwick, Tom Dullemond, Armand Rosamilia, Chris Limb, Anna Reith, J.C. Michael.

Amazon link:

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Guest Post: Julie Wetzel


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Title:   Kindling Flames: Stolen Fire
Series:  The Ancient Fire Series #4
Author:  Julie Wetzel
Published:  March 3rd, 2015
Publisher:  Crimson Tree Publishing
Genre:  NA Urban Paranormal Romance
Content Warning:  Violence, adult language
Recommended Age:  18+
Synopsis:  Night. A time of quiet, of peace, of rest, and now, a time of terror.
With an uncontrolled vampire plaguing the city, the Vampire Council of Brenton once again calls on Darien Ritter for help.
Overwhelmed with the issues of a new menagerie and plans for his wedding, Darien still manages to step up and answer the call. The only problem is, he suddenly finds himself a little too… human.


Excerpt from Kindling Flames: Stolen Fire by Julie Wetzel:
“We are at your call, Master.” A male voice rang out across the room, drawing everyone’s attention.
Darien turned in his chair to see Josh coming through the doorway. His brother was only a step behind.
“I don’t have full control over my powers at the moment.” Darien stood up as he addressed the new vampires. “What I ask of you could be dangerous.”
“We know,” Josh answered as he leaned his hip against the railing that divided the room. “We were wondering when you were going to bring this problem to us.”
“Yes.” Jakob continued down the steps towards Darien. “A few of us have felt the subtle shift in power.” He stopped to look Darien over. “How much of your power do you have left?”
Darien tensed at the question. “Practically none,” he admitted. If he wanted help, he was going to have to be up front and honest with these people.
An evil glint flickered in Jakob’s eyes as he stepped around the end of the couch.
Darien turned to face him.
“So, I could bleed you out, and there’d be nothing you could do about it?” A hint of fangs slipped past Jakob’s lip as he spoke. The cocky smile vanished from his face as Elliot’s hand closed around his neck.
Vicky blinked in surprise. She hadn’t even seen him move.
Darien smiled at him. “Yes,” he admitted. “You could bleed me dry right now, and there would be nothing I could do about it.” He looked pointedly at Elliot’s hand, pressed into Jakob’s throat. “If you managed to survive the night, my death would leave you tied to this inexperienced rogue. And, if he isn’t stopped, the Council will hunt him. They now know he has my powers, and Clara will stop at nothing to destroy him, leaving this kiss masterless.” Reaching out, Darien drew Elliot’s hand away from the stunned vampire. “Who do you think will take you in, then?”
Understanding flickered in Jakob’s eyes. Hurting Darien would be a death sentence for all of them. “Forgive me, My Master.” Jakob dropped to a knee in front of Darien. He raised his hand to his heart and bowed his head.
Darien reached out and touched him on the shoulder. “Remember this.”
Jakob looked up as Darien spoke.
“Just because someone is down, doesn’t mean they don’t have unseen strength.”






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About the Author:

Originally from Ohio, Julie always dreamed of a job in science. Either shooting for the stars or delving into the mysteries of volcanoes. But, life never leads where you expect. In 2007, she moved to Mississippi to be with her significant other.
Now a mother of a hyperactive red headed boy, what time she’s not chasing down dirty socks and unsticking toys from the ceiling is spent crafting worlds readers can get lost it. Julie is a self-proclaimed bibliophile and lover of big words. She likes hiking, frogs, interesting earrings, and a plethora of other fun things.
Julie Wetzel is the author of her debut novel Kindling Flames. Kindling Flames was released through Crimson Tree Publishing in 2014.



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Authors Supporting Our Troops – February 2015 Totals #ASOT2015


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OK… the second month of the 2015 version of the event is over, and it was a little slower than expected, to be honest… but still quite amazing! 

So, how does the second month of the event compare to the first?

In February we had 60 authors/shipments arrive (January it was 117)

587 author-signed books (January it was 947)

That’s also close to 10 books a shipment (in January the average was 8 books per package in)

In total so far for the #ASOT2015 event…

177 packages

1534 author-signed books

8.6 books per package average

We slowed down a bit but I’m sure in March and April (and beyond) we’ll pick up the pace as more authors become aware of the event

Now, which States had the coolest authors sending us books in February?

This is not really all that scientific and I simply made note of who the author was and what State the package was shipped from when I recorded all of this along with how many books were involved. This is by author and not by how many books because that would be too much work and this is for fun. I don’t really need more work piled on for the event, either… 

1. California – 9 authors (24 total)

2. Florida – 5 authors (15 total)

3. Texas – 3 authors (10 total)

4. Missouri – 3 authors (3 total)

5. Virginia 3 – (8 total)

I’m not going to point out the 14 of 50 States that didn’t have an author representing it so far, because that wouldn’t be fair… but I hope in the coming weeks a few more are checked off the list! 2 were checked off from last month’s list, which is cool…

I will be getting in touch via Facebook to several of the new authors from Cali to get their addresses and send them an #ASOT2015 bumper sticker if they’d like them. 

I also want to thank everyone for the donations towards the huge shipping bill… we are well ahead of where we need to be for it. I would suggest everyone interested in donating please buy a shirt, so you have something cool to wear around and help spread the word! A couple of bucks from each sale goes to the shipping but, again, you get something you can be proud of and it helps spread the word when you post a picture of yourself in it!

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Authors: Give success a try, but don’t let it spoil you.


Armand Rosamilia:

Words. Wisdom. RCC Strikes Again.

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I love talking to people on the way up. Striving for excellence, many authors manage to stay humble and helpful and fun to be around. Nobody knows everything yet and, contrary to what you’ve been told, not walking around in God’s presence is easy on the nerves. Then there are those who think they are gods on Earth.

1. My son was sick on the day a popular author came to his school. The kid was disappointed that he was too ill to attend so, while on a Kleenex box run, I went to the school in search of an autograph for him. The author’s mood could best be described as pissy. He’d visited too many elementary schools and he obviously felt the event was beneath him. He had forgotten what it was like to aspire to his position.

Suggestion: Remember when you imagined one of the perks of authorship was signing a book and inspiring…

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