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I started my Dreamwidth account several years ago with everyone else when it looked like LJ's new masters might cut up rough about LGBT+ content, but not much seemed to happen.

Now there's another great migration so here we go again. I'll try to remember to update more often.
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Back again with the usual post of six, approx, sentences from my current WIP, Calon Lan.

Rainbow Snippets is a Facebook group that convenes once a week to share bits of stories, published, unpublished or works in progress, for comment, constructive criticism or because we just feel like sharing. It's good fun and a great way of getting to know people and showing support. Click the graphic above if you have Facebook and fancy joining in the fun. There should be a post where everyone has deposited their link for this week.

So - my six, as usual following directly on from last week's. Farmer Nye is bemoaning the difficulty in working the land when all the men have gone off to war.

“I wanted to talk to you about that.” Alwyn’s voice, so rarely used it was just a gruff whisper, was so unexpected that it cut sharply over Nye’s grumbling. “I have a friend who needs a job. Was in my platoon. He’s home, not fit to go down the pit.”

“A miner? What use will a miner be?”
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rainbow snippets

Better late than never, I guess?

Here's my snippet for this week, carrying on directly from the last one I posted here. Bethan is observing Alwyn crossing the yard towards the house.

Her adored big brother, dark and quick, had turned heads, but now he could barely catch anyone's eye, even those who loved him. She studied him, his mouth drawn awry by the scars that seamed the right side of his face, his once smooth skin like old oak bark, the stub of an ear. He was too far away for her to see the drooping lid that covered the clouded remains of the eye that had once been so bright. She suppressed a shiver and got up to fetch his plate.

Alwyn ate quickly, just nodding as Nye complained about the new man at the chapel and how he was playing ducks and drakes with the Sunday services, and again when Nye commented on the high prices for fodder.

“They say it’s all going to France to feed the draft beasts - better prices from the War Office than from honest farmers - and how are we supposed to work our acreage when they’ve taken the best horses and called up most of the men?"

More next week. xx
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rainbow snippets

Here's this week's snippet. Another excerpt from Calon Lan, my WIP set in 1916. Slightly more than six sentences because this weeks are very short. Nye, who has a considerable chip on his shoulder, is trying to excuse his bad language:

“I would have gone, you know, but farming –“
“I’m glad you didn’t. Look at poor Alwyn.”
“Listen more like.” Nye cut more ham and dipped it in the piccalilli. “How many times did he wake you last night?”
“Only twice.” Bethan looked to the window again and there was Alwyn strolling towards the house, open letter tilted to catch the light for his one good eye.
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I haven't much else to talk about at the moment. I'll be back in work on Monday, pretending I want to be there, so for now I'm making the most of my writing time.

I've just broken the 35k mark

*bounces carefully in chair*

and here's an excerpt. Our hero has been to the barber shop and gets more than just a haircut: Read more... )
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I've realised now that I'm writing a series. Not something I expected but I have this notebook called Ideas and I bung every little inkling of a story that I get in there with notes for a title, characters, places, occupations and how they all fit together.

Last week I realised just how many of them are set in or around a small Welsh borders town and satellite villages - they say you should write what you know - and I also realised that it wouldn't take much effort to fit them together. If Mal and Rob in The Bones of Our Fathers need a solicitor, why not let Leo the solicitor from Northern Light serve their needs? If Leo needs a haircut why not let Terry from Untitled but there's a Poodle do it. If someone is stupid enough to pick a fight with Terry over his poodle, he's probably a bully and may well pick on poor lonely little Dai Beynon from Untitled Paranormally Murdery Thing and have his arse handed to him by the silent but incredibly dangerous David Ashton from The Language of Flowers. It could be fun to populate this small country town But I'd best get this one done first.

28359 so far today :) and here's an excerpt: Read more... )
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And repeating it here - 25294 words - because that graphic will change next time I update.

I'm about halfway through the story too and have written the first Big Misunderstanding™, a trope I really don't much like but in this case it's more of an ethical disagreement than done to make the relationship more iffy.

Anyhow, here's a sample, all unshod, uncurried and straight off the moor:

It was trowel work, quick and satisfying and he was soon able to see the slabs in their entirety. They were a lot wider than he had thought they would be and he realised he'd be unlikely to be able to move them alone. Luckily Sion and Rob were still close to hand and each man fitted a hand into the overlap of the lid with the supporting stone and stood ready to lift on Mal's work. He held up a length of two by one.

"Just lift the first one a couple of inches," he asked, "so I can slip this in to support the lid. I want to get a couple of pictures. If we can document the whole process it could be good publicity for the site." And for the museum, went without saying.

"Ready, Rob?" Sion grinned at Mal. "On three then - one, two, three."

The stone lifted smoothly just a little soil tumbling into the void below, and Mal slotted the piece of wood in about a foot. "Lovely," he said and took a penlight from his pocket. "Want the first look boys?"

"Hell yeah," Rob said and Sion grinned at him and shouldered into the space between him and Mal.

Mal turned on the little torch and directed the beam into the gap. He smiled to hear two indrawn breaths. It was such a thrill to be the first to see something that had been hidden in the ground for centuries. he remembered his first time well. The dry earth under his knees, sun on his back, the grit on his tongue as a breeze laden with the scent of thyme and seaweed blew dust across the rocky Aegean peninsula. Then he had moved some more dust and and been looking into the face of a man long dead, just bones but broad browed and strong jawed. Moved, Mal had murmured, "Hello brother."

It was a long moment before Rob or Sion stirred.

"Oh wow," Rob whispered, his voice a little shaky. "Hello you. Pleased to meetcha."

"Mal.” Sion looked across at him, eyes wide. “You got to see this."
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Another quick update. As off last night I have 17187 words, some of which will have to go as they don't do much but add to the word count. BUT they were quite fun to write.

The story is tentatively called "The Bones of our Fathers". I googled it and there's nothing else with that title other than a Men's Rights Activist page on Facebook and I'm not too worried about the two being confused. The story has also informed me that instead of being the little standalone comedy short I thought I was writing, it is in fact the first part of a series of seven interlinked comedy novellas about the relationships of a group of gay men in a small country town each of which more or less standalone, but contribute a bit to an overall plot. Some of the stories are already partially written and some are already planned. It's a nice thought>, anyway.

Because it's nice to have a proper beginning to a project, here are the first few paragraphs:

Mal supposed that she was gorgeous. Forever legs in tight jeans emphasised by those stupid Ugg Boots, a tailored blouse clinging to, to his eyes, impossible breasts, fine flyaway blonde locks floating on the breeze like a shampoo advert and a pretty face currently obscured by the camera she was holding to record the event. Yes Mrs Gaskell was, probably, gorgeous. And the reason Mal suspected this was from the hungry wistful expressions of the faces of the men standing around him on this Godforsaken hillside, listening to Mr Gaskell drone on about what an asset this development would be to the community, while this lovely trophy wife half his age drifted around recording the event for posterity.

"Shouldn’t be allowed.”

Mal looked over his shoulder at a heavy set man in a hard hat who was staring at Mrs Gaskell as though he could eat her with a spoon. “God, look at that arse."

"Oh, yeah I am," muttered the younger taller man beside him and Mal saw with utter shock that he wasn't looking at the girl. The young man caught Mal's eye and gave him a huge white grin before letting one eyelid droop in a wink. Mal looked away hurriedly, not quite able to believe it.

"Rob," the older man warned, "don't frighten the archaeologist."

Nanowrimo 2

Nov. 4th, 2015 01:21 pm
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Another quick update. I'm doing better on word count than ever before due to being off work at the moment. So something that could be potentially upsetting is actually great because I can write for chunks of the day instead of fret about work I'm not doing :) Serendipity

That's 6440 words at lunch time on Nov 4th because that graphic will update on its own, clever thing

And here's a little excerpt. Briers and his co-spy Miles, who for reasons that made perfect sense when I started the novel is in very convincing drag, have just been to see the classic silent war film Wings:

The film was every bit as good as Briers remembered and he was keen to see what Miles made of it. As they left, surrounded by chattering couples and a bunch of rambunctious youths, Briers nudged Miles and said, "Well, what did you think."
"Stunning," Miles said and made approving comments on Clara Bow's hair, clothing and makeup, until they were out of the crowd then changed tack and got really enthusiastic about the flying and the stunt work. "I can't believe they didn't kill a few pilots making that," he said. "And that young actor who played the Cadet will be worth keeping an eye out for."
"Fancied him did you?" Briers grinned and patted Miles hand. "Don't worry I won't hold it against you. I did too."
Miles fizzed with laughter and added, "The bit that suprised me most though was - well, they kissed. The two men I mean. I know it was only a peck but - dear God."
"I thought you might notice that," Briers said. "I wonder how long it will be before they are able to show two men kissing properly. If ever."
"I know," Miles sigh was soft and Briers slung his arm around his shoulders again to give him a comforting squeeze.
"It's a bastard, isn't it. But at least they've stopped hanging us. Two years hard labour, disgrace and ruination is a little less final."
"It's not always that bad," Miles tilted his head to smile up at Briers. "I knew a man who only got three months with time off for good behaviour. All right, he lost his job and had to move to Canada but ..."
Briers laughed and gave him another squeeze. "What was he arrested for?"
"Ah, sad story. He propositioned an undercover copper in a public lavatory. The judge was sympathetic when he heard that the copper made the first approach but the letter of the law still had to be obeyed."
"Damn." Briers shook his head. "Wouldn't it be smashing if they'd just leave us alone. It's nobody's business but ours what we do as long as it's in private. And believe me, there's so much we could do."
"As long as it doesn't scare the horses is what Mother always says." Miles chuckled. "There are no horses on - where are we? Arlington Street. We could try to scare some pigeons instead?"


Nov. 2nd, 2015 11:02 am
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This is harking back a bit but I always used to post about my progress on Nanowrimo plus a bit of an excerpt if what I was writing was excerptable. I also really enjoyed a time of year when I felt no crushing guilt over typing something like "responisitibilities"!

I haven't Nanoed for a few years but I thought I'd dip my toe this year. I'm not doing it properly - natch. I'm writing some additional chapters to a completed work as per suggestions from my betas - when J L Merrow, Clare London and K J Charles all give you similar advice you better jolly well take notice - and when those are done I'll start a completely new work.

Progress so far:

And here's a little excerpt of Eleventh Hour - which is spies vs anarchists in 1920s London. I started it 9th September 2011 so it's bloody well time I got the damn thing finished. Here tough guy spy Briers is checking in with Naylor, his handler, and expressing concern over Miles's Siward, his partner, who is having to wear a frock and is feeling both vulnerable and very pissed off:

"By the way, congratulations are in order for that piece of work yesterday. Please let Siward know that it was appreciated. He seems to be doing well."
"Better than he thinks, which is probably my fault, sir." Briers admitted. “I gave him a bit of a rocket for overstepping the line. He is only supposed to be an observer, after all. But my - er - language was a little immoderate." Briers grinned and added, "If you get a request that he be reassigned, please ignore it."
"I've already had such a request and replied to the effect that he'll be reassigned when the job is done."
“Thank you for that, sir." Briers felt a little shocked because he had been joking and hadn't even considered that Miles might have been so angry that he would try to get out of his responisitibilities. "So continue with the observation and I presume that I should carry on trawling the depths to see if I spot anyone I know?"
"Indeed." Naylor picked up a sheet, partially typed with scrawled notations. "There's been a development. we've had word from Berlin that one of their better agents has been moved to London. Remember that business in Vienna? You knew him as Ritter, I believe, but Lord knows what name he'll be travelling under now."
Briers grimaced to cover the urge to grin at the memory of the smooth curve of Falk’s bare back and his moan of pleasure as Briers’s hand fastened on his hips. "That slippery bastard?"
"His presence may have absolutely nothing to do with Andrija but as a coincidence I don't like it."
"Neither do I. I'll keep both eyes open for him, sir," Briers promised.
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The Google Doodle today was labelled Mundaneum and I couldn't quite remember what it was. That's been happening a lot lately. I guess I need more RAM? Anyhow I clicked on it and there it was on Wikipedia, in all its glory.

The Mundaneum - a paper version of the world wide web made in 1910 by two Belgian lawyers researching documentation science.

Everything was cross referenced against everything else according to a numerical system called the Universal Decimal Classification so it should be possible to follow routes of research by going from one numerical reference to another. There's a museum in Wallonia where one can view what remains of the Mundaneum - parts were lost during WW2 and other parts have been damaged by neglect.

In the process I remembered why I sort of recognised it. In 1982, when I first started working for the museum, a modern version was being launched called the SHIC classification system that had been designed especially for museum archivists. SHIC = Social History and Industrial Classification. Every social history item could be logged with a series of numbers. Say one had a photo of some Morris dancers. That counts as part of Community Life - 1 - subdivided to Cultural Traditions - 1.1 - but if the dance was part of a Mummer's Play only performed at a solstice then it would fall under Custom and Belief and Calendar Customs which would give it a code of 1.116 AND/OR as Community Entertainment - 1.66 - and if the photo was part of a newsclipping then it would also fall under dessemination of information which would take it into a whole new category. For example, smelling salts should normally be classified to 2.7, but smelling salts in a small bottle obviously carried around by one particular individual should be classified to 3.72. A scrapbook about a coal mining disaster would be classified to 4.2121.81, but a scrapbook recording the life of one particular individual would be classified to 3.12. A pipe rack would be classified to 2.68, but a pipe would normally be classified to 3.63.

Not confusing at all! Obviously.

Then the personal computer revolution kicked off with searchable databases and the SHIC system fell into disuse. I rather regret that somewhere in my head there's a whole bunch of bits and bytes where bunches of info from the system is stored, hard to get at but still present. Local topography - 1.92 - crop spraying - 4.13. I wonder why I can remember those when I often can't remember a doctor's appointment or to pick up a prescription.

More RAM.
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Scary night last night :(

We had heavy rain and it hammered down on the new bit of roof over our derelict kitchen and woke me up. that was about 3.30. So I had a read - as you do - until I felt sleepy and went back to sleep. And THEN I had a nightmare that the museum was on fire, and it was full of school buses and I had a ZZ Top style beard that was singeing. Bloody scary. So I read some more.

But that means I have more than one rec for you this week because I have been inhaling books like a book-breather.

Firstly, How to Train Your Dom in 5 Easy Steps by Josephine Myles. Straight wannabee dominant Jeff's brusque 'tell it like it is' attitude has upset so many potential female subs that the only person he can find is a very cheerful chap called Eddie who is a self described 'pain-slut' with an equally high tolerance for butch straight boys who don't know what they are doing. This story is tender and funny, although some of the descriptions of their play made my eyes water, and the gay-for-you theme of it was handled with care - Jeff fighting it every inch of the way. Yes there's a lot of sex, yes it's graphic. Not my usual choice of reading matter but I ALWAYS give Jo the benefit of the doubt and I've never been disappointed. Highly recommended if the mere mention of nipple clamps doesn't send you fleeing for cover.

My next outstanding read this week was Cover Me by L A Witt. This is quite sexy too but since that was part of the personalities of the incredibly stressed protagonists it worked well. EMT Nick meets detective Andrew at a call out that ends tragically with a death and extreme trouble for Nick. Getting a lift home from Andrew the two of them get rid of some on their built up stress by shagging each other silly in a quite startling exhibition of stamina. I got the impression that this was even more fantasy than M/M romance usually is. BUT there was also a really good tense mystery that was resolved in a satisfying manner. Highly recommended. The sequelae, Trust Me and Search Me, respectively follow the adventures of two other protagonists with another mystery, which was fun, and unpacked some of the baggage Nick and Andrew still had to work their way through and was solely about the tensions in their relationship, which didn't work as well for me. But I think romance readers will get a kick out of them.

My third recommendation, finished around 5am this morning, is Unspeakable Words by Sarah Madison. This is an FBI story. Special Agent Jerry Park is more intelligent than almost everyone else around him but has a habit of showing that he knows this. A superlative number cruncher and data miner he is paired with Special Agent John Flynn who is charismatic, charming and has a special hatred of serial killers, to investigate a possible connection to the Grimm's Fairy Tale killer, a cold case, that may have new evidence. So far so good, but there's an unusual paranormal event that adds a whole new dimension to the story. This book is the set up for a new series so while it is a satisfying read and comes to a good conclusion, there are plenty of issues left unresolved to be tackled in future titles. Book 2 is out now and I plan to get on with reading that as soon as I have some reading time! Highly recommended.

So those are my recs for this week. Have you got any recommedations for me?


Oct. 3rd, 2014 09:11 pm
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On Friday evenings I like to imagine all my friends list out on the town dancing their faces off in a club, or watching La Boheme or enjoying something fiddly on fine china served by a would be actor in tight pants while being poured dry martinis by Matt Bomer. Or something.

I, on the other hand, am eating choccy bikkies in front of the TV [it's annoyingly on but I'm ignoring it] and betaing something rather fine by an author called Lillian Francis while the dog drools into my crocs.

Are you having your ideal Friday night?
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I hope you're having a great weekend so far and sincerely hope you are somewhere high up or well drained, preferably both.

One of the nicest things about the weekend, especially a cold and rainy weekend, is curling up with a book so here is one of my Saturday Recommendations.

I'm a big fan of historical action stories, and of action stories in general. Until I found the growing M/M genre knocking on for 10 years ago now, I had never read romances - preferring Fred Forsythe or Patrick O'Brien to Loretta Chase or E L James - and I still have problems getting my head around the tropes. Some of the best stories I've read play all kinds of games with these 'set in stone' rules.

Because I know that I have problems with romances I scan the ebook displays very quickly, screening by book cover. I usually ignore all the naked torsos and cuddling contemporary couples, and pounce on anything with a gun or a spaceship, a suggestion of noir or a whiff of historical costume. The Boys of Summer went on my To Read List the moment I saw the gorgeous cover.

Boy, did I feel daft when I read the blurb properly and realised that it was a contemporary romance but actually it was that glorious thing - a twofer! As in two for the price of one.

The contemporary romance concerns David, a location prospector for the film industry checking out sites in the Hawaiian archipelago, assisted by Rick, a pilot, whose skill at the controls is the only thing between them and death when a tropical storm blows up. There's action right from the first page and the pace continues, with quieter moments that allow the reader to catch up and realise just how much trouble the protagonists are in. Neatly inserted into the contemporary narrative is a slightly slower paced story set during the Second World War where another David and Rick carry out an exquisitely agonised courtship against a backdrop of code breaking and far too many sorties as a fighter pilot. This part of the book was beautifully done and impressed me very much - a clear 5 star read. When we return again to the present, it's with a greater sense of purpose and urgency.

How one story fits with the other would be a spoiler, as would how the past impacts on the present so I'll say no more about it other than that it was a damned good read and kept me entertained throughout.

Now I'm off to read something by S E Jakes and toss another log or two on the fire. Stay warm!


Jan. 22nd, 2014 06:32 pm
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I've been MIA for a long time due to lack of brainwidth. The old energy has been pretty badly depleted for most of 2013 as well.

But it seems daft to have accounts and not use them so I'm going to try to do a bit better.

For now - have a "Comfy Chair" author interview, crossposted from my Wordpress blog.


comfy chairMy guest today is Mina Carter, renowned for her beautifully produced book covers [I still get a bit of a lump in my throat when I look at the one she made for On A Lee Shore] and for her many romance series. She is here today to publicise the latest instalment of her Lyric Hounds series, Sex, Wolves and Rock and Roll, which has a strong M/M pairing at the heart of it.

Welcome, Mina, and thank you for answering my questions.


Elin: Can you tell me a little about yourself? For instance, do you have to have a day job as well as being a writer?

Mina: Nope, no 'day' job as in going out to work for someone else, but in addition to writing I'm also a cover-artist and a photographer, so at any given time I can be wearing one of three hats :) Other than that I'm a married mother of one with a bad reading habit and far too little respect for correct amounts of sleep :) I'm also addicted to coffee.

Elin: Normally at this point I would be asking about your other creative outlets but since I first got to know you through your fantastic cover art, I'd like to ask some questions about that. In view of the highly imaginative works produced by artists such as Nathie, Ann Cain, Paul Richmond and yourself, do you think the day of the stock photo nude torso on MM romances may be drawing to its close? Where do you start in designing a cover? The characters? The overall tone of the work? Do you accept commissions?

Mina: Hmmm, it's possible. I'm getting a lot of requests for more than just a torso. While I understand the thinking behind it (so the reader can imagine the perfect hero), it's a creative challenge to take the information from the cover art form and create a cover that tells a story in itself.

Generally I start by reading through the form and the information provided by the author. I'll also go and have a look at their website to see any previous covers, and have a look around the stock sites. Different genres have different requirements so then it's a case of picking the stock that matches both the characters and the genre. Sometimes if I know I need something specific in advance, I'll organise a photoshoot with the intent of getting that image.

I do occasionally accept commissions, but it very much depends on my writing schedule :)

Elin: What are you reading? Can you recommend something that you wished you'd written yourself?

Mina: Currently I'm reading City of Bones, the Mortal Instruments series. I can heartily recommend Zero Dog War by Keith Melton, which I would love to have written. (But he wrote it WAY better than I could have)

Elin: In that crucial inspiration stage of a new story which comes first? Plot, situation or character?

Mina: Any and all of the above. Sometimes it's a line of a song, an image in a film, or my brain idly playing 'what if?'. It's more a case of trying to turn the ideas off before they drive me mad o_O

Elin: Do your characters arrive fully fledged and ready to fly or do they develop as you work with them? Do you have a crisp mental picture of them or are they more a thought and a feeling than an image?

Mina: Some are pretty much fully-fledged, like Sav in the Lyric Hounds series, but he still had a surprise for me in that he used to be a cage fighter. Others are just a thought and a feeling so I need to chip away at their story to reveal their full potential.

Elin: I know that you have written a successful series of books with paranormal theme combined with crime combined with het romance, but that your latest book is M/M. What inspired you to make the change from het sex to same sex?

Mina: Love is love, a heart is a heart. Same emotion whether it's MF or MM or FF. Sav arrived and told me his story was with Karlan, so I sat down and wrote it as I saw it.

Elin: Do you find there to be a lot of structural differences between a relationship driven story and one where the romance is a sub plot?

Mina: All stories for me follow a certain ebb and flow. I always write romance or stories with a romance somewhere in it, so early on I need to make the choice whether the romance or the action is predominant. Action-heavy stories tend to be longer for me, and more complex in planning to ensure all the players on the board so to speak are in the right places at the right time.

Elin: Put together your ideal team of men/women – drawing from all and any walks of life, fictional or non-fictional – who you would want to come to your rescue if menaced by muggers/alligators/fundamentalists?

Mina: Ohh, this is an interesting one. How many do I get? I think I'd want Andy from Reaper (nothing gets past a woman who is basically Death personified), Darce from Blood Mate because he can talk his way out of anything and perhaps Calcite from Hard as a Rock/Between a Rock and a Hard Place because a Gargoyle would put a serious crimp in any muggers day.

Elin: What are you working on at the moment? Can you discuss it or do you prefer to keep it a secret until it's finished.

Mina: I'm currently working on the next PPA story, which will be Duke's story. All I'll say is that this story will open up a whole new area of the PPA world, and potentially launch a new sub-series.

Elin: Could we please have an excerpt of something?

Mina: Oh, go on then. It's a tiny, unedited snippet of my next release, Reaper and the Cop.

Death is inevitable. For most that means worrying about the how, and more importantly, when. It’s an obsession the marketing industry has latched into like a leech and from one person to the next ranges from the absent worry about leaving loved ones behind through to narcissistic panic at leaving this mortal coil.

For some of us though, death is a job. I would say it’s a nine to five daily grind, but really it’s more of a 24/7/365 deal. Let me introduce myself. I’m Laney Larson, and I’m a Reaper. Yeah, you heard me right. I said Reaper. As in the big, bad dude with the robes and scythe...looks like he could do with a few extra squares in his life? That guy.


Well, not quite.

It’s probably more accurate to say that I’m his great-god knows how many-great grand-daughter. Hard to tell really since no one has seen his Grimness since the middle ages, but each and every Reaper carries a piece of him, their Grimm, inside us. It’s what gives us our abilities and lets us see things that others can’t. Without a Grimm, a Reaper is just a standard human with an interesting family tree. Nothing more, nothing less. With a Grimm? Yeah, even I don’t know everything we’re capable of. I don’t want to think what we’re capable of. Not with how many of us there are.

It’s a bit like the Santa deal, but instead of presents, there are lots of souls to be reaped on a daily basis all over the world. I have no clue how the big dude in red manages it (yeah, he’s real too. And the Easter Bunny? Don’t get me started on that asshole) but us Reapers spread the load.


Mina's latest release is available NOW from all the usual ebook outlets.

Sex, Wolves and Rock 'n Roll

He'd loved Karlan forever. Now he must face forever without him...

Karlan Rixx is the epitome of the playboy rocker. Sexy and gorgeous, with that feral edge that marked a werewolf, Sav's been in love with him for years. The trouble is, Karlan's Mr. New girl every night, as straight as they come, and Sav doesn't stand a chance. Unable to bear it anymore, he makes plans to leave the band, even though it will break his heart in the process. But anything's better than seeing the man he loves and not being able to touch. Ever.

K loves being a Lyric Hound. The only time he truly feels alive is on stage, a guitar in his hand and the beat of Sav's drums flowing through his veins. Despite his image as a womaniser, it's the other wolf who makes his heart pound and his body ache. Before K can admit his feelings though, Sav leaves and rips his world apart.

Enter Madam Eve and a very special 1NS date. Can she succeed where so many investigators have failed and find K's lost wolf?

Read an excerpt here

Buy from:
Decadent Publishing
Amazon UK

You can follow Mina at her:

Website - http://mina-carter.com
Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/minacarterauthor
GR - http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2920063.Mina_Carter
Pinterest - http://pinterest.com/minacarter77
Twitter - http://twitter.com/minacarter
Amazon author page - http://www.amazon.com/Mina-Carter/e/B002BOH5R4/
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This is what I'm writing about at the moment:

I've always enjoyed the idea of secret places underground, though I find them a bit scary too. I did some caving when I was a gel, and quite liked splashing around in the mud, but there's something very romantic to me about man made caverns. I'm not thinking about 'romantic' in a Romance sense - no hearts and flowers and angsty protestations of undying adoration - but a passion of a different kind. A passion that organised and provided and planned and ensured that every single brick in that picture was delivered on time to men who knew what they were doing and who were concerned to do a good job. This bricks were laid in 1855 and are showing their age but are still watertight. To Sir John Bazalgette and his workforce, well done, guys.

Well, when I say "I'm writing" I mean that theoretically. I type a few words, sneer at them and do something else for a bit. Like write blog posts. The point is that the story got bogged down with minutiae in the soggy middle - the way they do - and my inner editor is shrieking about re-writing the bits that have got off message before I get any further off the point, but my commonsense reminds me that if I do that I'll probably never finish the damned thing.

Sod it. Let's have some more photos.

This is Eglwys Faen. I can see the above ground bits from my kitchen window. Not man made at all, it is part of a huge network of limestone caverns that extend around to the north of the Silurian coal fields. Very scary, very wet. Sadly not everyone who goes in has managed to get back out!

Here's the entrance to Agen Allwedd

Very heavily locked and this is why:

It's a deeply scary place. Ha! deeply - dija see what I did there?

*sigh* back to the sewer.

Ho Hum!

Sep. 6th, 2013 05:16 pm
elingregory: (Green Man)
I'm astonished how long it is since i last updated. Frankly the past twelve months have been pants and I've run right out of oomph. I update the sort of serious semi-professional blog where I pretend I know what I'm doing but here is where I'm at least partially me and being me feels altogether too raw and vulnerable right now. So instead of nattering on about stuff I'm going to put on my wellies and dance in the mud with Wilfred while I listen to Seasick Steve.

Ho Hum

Sep. 6th, 2013 05:04 pm
elingregory: (Default)
I'm astonished how long it is since i last updated. Frankly the past twelve months have been pants and I've run right out of oomph. I update the sort of serious semi-professional blog where I pretend I know what I'm doing but here is where I'm at least partially me and being me feels altogether too raw and vulnerable right now. So instead of nattering on about stuff I'm going to put on my wellies and dance in the mud with Wilfred while I listen to Seasick Steve.


Aug. 11th, 2013 02:18 pm
elingregory: (black knight)
Here have a kitten.

It's Sunday. If you're enjoying a nice peaceful day just revel in the fluffiness of the picture and click on it to be taken to very good website with a whole load more. O

Alternatively you can look past the break for another kitten.Read more... )

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Aug. 5th, 2013 03:41 pm
elingregory: (Green Man)
 I really must remember to post here more often because I miss my old mates and it's silly not to make the extra effort to keep in touch.

What's going on then? I know I have to congratulate Julian Griffith on the release of what I'm sure will be the first of many novels. Love Continuance and Increasing was published by Storm Moon Press last week and she has a bit to say about it and sundry other subjects here. Well done Julian.

I've written a little this past week and feel a bit brighter. Not writing, for whatever reason, and my reasons have been good the past  couple of months, makes me edgy and miserable. Achieving even 1k a week is so much better than nothing. At present Eleventh Hour is standing at just over 35k words and I have another 10k to go before going back to add all the bells and whistles, like the sex scene that I abandoned when I got bored with writing it. 

I'm sort of resigned to not having a book of any kind out this year. I submitted a short story in February but I understand it's still somewhere in the selection process. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for another 2 weeks then I might ask if they mind if I submit it elsewhere. If they do mind I'll keep on keeping my fingers crossed until I get a definite no, then I'll see if I can self pub it on Smashwords or offer it as a freebie, just to get another title out there. Can anyone recommend a good editor who won't ask more than one kidney?


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