Friday, October 17, 2014


Waiting sucks.
When something excites me, I usually want it RIGHT NOW. Like when the PS4 came out. I wanted one really bad, and my brain was screaming, “GET IT NOW!” However, my sensible side said, “Wait. Let them work out any bugs. At least wait until they have game you actually want to play.”
So…I’m still waiting.
Waiting for writing things makes me twitchy. I squirm when I’m waiting for feedback, contest results, or replies to emails. Especially the last one because waiting on anything to do with publishing is torture. I obsessively refresh like everyone else when I’m dying to see a query response or edit note in my inbox.
And when my inbox remains frustratingly empty?
I mentally whine and wait some more.
If I’ve learned anything since deciding I really wanted to slog through the query trenches, it’s patience. No matter what level you’re at, there’s waiting to be done. A writer waits on an agent to scoop them up. An agent waits for an editor to say yes or no to a deal. An author waits for an editor to send them notes.  
Waiting sucks…but I understand the need for patience. All those people have other things to do. They’ve got clients and contracts and deadlines. Even CPs can be too busy sometimes. Getting flustered and raving won’t make the emails come any faster. Or if they do, you probably won’t like the answer. So we wait. When the appropriate time comes, we gently nudge, and then we work on something else while we wait some more.
Dragon Age: Inquisition comes out in November for the PS4. Definitely worth waiting for. Those other things I’m still waiting on will eventually come, too. I just have to be patient.

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Waiting on Wednesday: A.R. Kahler's MARTYR

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Waiting on Wednesday is a weekly meme hosted by Jill from Breaking the Spine that spotlights upcoming releases we are eagerly awaiting!

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Title: MARTYR (The Hunted: Book One)
Author: A.R. Kahler
Publisher: Spencer Hill Press
Expected Publication Date: October 28, 2014

Three years have passed since magic destroyed the world.

Those who remain struggle to survive the monsters roaming the streets, fighting back with steel and magic—the very weapons that birthed the Howls in the first place.
Tenn is one such Hunter, a boy with the ability to harness the elements through ancient runes. For years, the Hunters have used this magic to keep the monsters at bay, but it's never been enough to truly win the war. Humans are losing.
When Tenn falls prey to an incubus named Tomás and his terrifying Kin, Tenn learns there's more to this than a fight for survival. He's a pawn in a bigger game, one with devastating consequences. If he doesn't play his part, it could cost him his life, his lover and his world.

A.R. Kahler 2 photo AP2_small_zpsdbb7d4ce.jpgAlex is many things, but first and foremost, he’s a Sagittarius.
Born in Iowa and educated across the States, he’s taught circus in Amsterdam and Madrid, gotten madly lost in the Scottish wilderness, received his Masters in Creative Writing from Glasgow University, and drummed with Norse shamans. Sometimes he also walks about on stilts. Or sews. Or hammers tiny pieces of metal into pretty shapes.
When he’s not writing or climbing in the rafters, he’s probably drinking coffee. And seeing as he currently resides in Seattle, there’s coffee aplenty.

He is represented by Laurie McLean of Foreword Literary.
Alex's Website:


Step right up, folks! The show is soon to begin. But while you wait in line, enjoy your fritters and this sample of the terror to come...

And over here--yes, this way--you can see the entrance to the Tunnel of Love. Don't be shy, folks! Cozy up to your loved one and take a peek!
And the Tunnel of Love loomed ahead of us.
I didn’t think they even made those things anymore. I hadn’t seen one at one of these fairs—well, my whole life. It was something you’d only see in a fifties movie, or some old black and white photo. And like anything classy, none of the loudmouth teenagers that frequented the fair were anywhere near it. The shadows around the Tunnel of Love were empty.
I wrapped my arms around her and headed towards the dark entryway.
The tunnel seemed even more like it was dropped out of another time as we got closer to it. Two giant cutout swans with chipping white paint formed a heart with their great necks, creating a doorway into the darkness where love was supposed to flourish. If not for the dark that invited one like me in, I would have seen the marred paint and carved in hearts with random initials on the pristine white of their feathers to be a bad sign, of something lost and something ruined.
I should have looked deeper.
-          Love Consumes Us by Julie Hutchings
Don't shove! Have patience, friends. The DARK CARNIVAL will be coming to you soon!
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