The trip from Los Angeles was long and tedious. Up since 7 AM PST Tuesday morning to get ready and taken to the airport about 20 hours later for two flights and a stopover in Dallas. Love Field... it conjured up old memories of when my stepfather used to fly in and out of that airport decades ago. Lordy, how it has grown!
And of course somewhere along the line I picked up a bloody cold! I also picked up large quantities of Emergen-C and Earl Grey tea, which w
This has been one of the saddest days of my life. My husband and I were awakened at 4:21 AM by a phone call from our dear friend Linda Paddon, wife of my publisher Peter Paddon. Peter passed away sometime during the night.We had enjoyed dinner with both of them just hours before at the same restaurant we usually frequent on Wednesday evenings. He had seemed fine then, happy with the buttons and key chains and postcards for "Raven's Daughter" promotion which I would be taking with me to
Tomorrow I, along with fellow novelists Robert Seutter (the Brass Jack novels) and Maggie Secara ("The Dragon Ring", "King's Raven" and "The Mermaid Stair"), will be doing a panel on creating a fantasy world. It will be recorded for broadcast on line on Krypton Radio (kryptonradio.com) on the following dates and times:
Saturday Sep 27 9PM Pacific
Sunday Sep 28 5AM Pacific
Sunday Sep 28 4PM Pacific
Thursday Oct 2 5AM Pacific
The novel that almost didn't happen will be published this 31 October, just in time for me to take it to the World Fantasy Convention, this time in Washington D. C.!
I started this book ("Raven's Daughter") in 1995, got about 56,000 words into it and suffered a total computer crash. Needless to say, I was heartbroken. I had a lot of it in longhand, but the prospect of doing it all over again was a bit more than I could bear, so I started in on the two ser
I just saw the mock-up of the cover for my latest novel. It was wonderful, except I noticed the title had been changed from The Raven's Daughter to Raven's Daughter.
"Why?" I asked.
Before I had a chance to ponder the question for more than a few seconds my publisher responded that it was a stronger title without the article and that the use of the word the at the beginning of a title was disappearin
About 19 years ago I began to write a book, It was a fantasy romance about Jacynet Corbeau, a Bladeswoman and member of the Raven Guild, a redheaded sword-for-hire in a mythical land filled with political intrigue in a society somewhere in the Middle Ages, and the man who would become her true love, a young Bard called Donall with a mysterious past. Somewhere about 50,000 words into the novel I was beset with a profound and total computer crash and I thought the manuscrip
I have been in the UK for a week now. So much has changed in the last 14 years...I barely recognize London, with all its new modern glass-enshrouded buildings. Even the Tower of London has changed. There are parts of the various towers which are now open, closed on my prior visits, and the White Tower is filled with exhibits, and not just a place to wander about and seek history on one's own, but a carefully laid out tour, as well as a place in which garbed historical recreatio
Ten days from now I will be boarding the airplane. Ten days from now I will be all packed, all sorted out and ready for the trip to the UK for three weeks of research, fun and most important, the World Fantasy Convention in Brighton, England, where I will be doing readings from my novels on Thursday, 31 October from 3:30 - 4:00 PM at the wonderful Hotel Metropole at which the convention is being held.
It has been nearly twenty years since last I saw Brighton, and the friends I
Less than 4 weeks to go until I board the Virgin Atlantic flight for Heathrow Airport. Less than 4 weeks to go before I have to figure out what and how to pack for a nearly 3 week stay in the United Kingdom. Truth be told, I am highly excited by the prospect of this trip, as it has been more than 14 years since my last visit, and I am much in need of the sights and sounds of the place and of walking old streets and pathways as I research the next novels.
Besides research, which
I am so excited about this coming weekend I will be signing my novels, all 9 of them, at WonderCon on Saturday March 30 from 9:00 AM to 4:00 PM at the Greater Los Angeles Writers' Society booth, 1022 at the Anaheim Convention Center. Such a great opportunity to meet and greet people and to make new friend. Last year's WonderCon was a fabulous experience and I know this year's will be even better.
I have been beset by 2 things since the end of November: the flu, which despite vaccinations for both it and pneumonia (the latter which I seem to barely have avoided by the sweet intervention of Kaiser Permanente, which in its good graces did not let me put off coming in to see a doctor) has laid me low off and on since the first day of Loscon, and the blessed persistence of my Muse.
It's that time of year once again...not just the Holidays, but LOSCON, one of my favourite ways to spend a weekend recovering from the publication of a new novel. Nine novels in three years. Probably not a world record, but as good excuse as any for not keeping up this blog.
LOSCON 39 will find me this Thanksgiving weekend once more happily avoiding Turkey leftovers and rubbing shoulders with fellow Science Fiction, Science Fact and Fantasy authors and enthusiasts.
Yesterday I was fortunate enough to be among the throng of enthusiasts who had braved traffic and lack of sufficient parking to view the Transit of Venus across the Sun at the Griffith Park Observatory. My husband and I spent the afternoon watching through a telescope fellow author Karen Anderson had brought with her, and helped her entertain the lines of folks who were eager to catch a glimpse of this rare phenomenon from the far reaches of the parking lot, even before they made it to the
Last night, or rather early this morning (guess it depends on the time zone, and when I am zoning, I lose all track of time) I wrote the last line of The Glastonbury Chronicles Volume VI "The Barley And The Rose". It was satisfying, yet I found myself crying through the final pages of the book as memories of all the books which had gone before came suddenly tumbling into my consciousness.
For may years I was an avid attendee of Science Fiction and Fantasy conventions, from Anaheim to Pasadena...even to driving from Los Angeles to Las Vegas for one which had been advertised in a magazine and turned out to have been cancelled, I marvelled at the creativity of not just the fans, but the guests of the conventions... authors, special effects designers, directors, prop makers, budding filmmakers...all of them amazed me with their talents and their insights.
I have been asked by several people to say something about my newest novel, "The Rose Above The Sword", Volume IV of The Glastonbury Chronicles. The title itself refers to many things, from the Order of the Sword and the Rose to the symbolism carried by the Order.
The rose has long been the symbol of secrecy. The phrase sub rosa which means that something should be kept secret literally translates as "under the rose" and in early days was indic
There is something in the psyche of mankind which needs a good mystery. I'm not referring to the Agatha Christie variety, or even the works of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, both of whom had personal mysteries of their own, but mystery as in the Eleusian Mysteries...symbols and mythos which resonate within the unconscious minds of humanity and reverberate within our souls.
Mankind has existed long before the concept of monotheism, its group mind nourished by images of Demigods and He
At about 4 AM today the Muse came back from whatever holiday Muses go on and informed me that I needed to get up and work on the book, A wonderful idea, I thought at the time, little realising that by 8 AM I would be sorely missing the 3 hours of sleep I had sacrificed for so noble a cause, but then that's what I write about...sacrifice, though in this case, with the day I am facing, I would have rather parted with blood.
Did the Muse dictate to me wonderful words of inspirati
These days it seems that the business of being an author is more exhausting than the act of writing. Keeping up a blog (which I apologise for have been very lax at writing recently), dealing with the taxes and licences necessary to run a business...and oh yes...being an author is considered running a business...and all the other mundane concerns have infringed upon my precious time of actual creativity. Left brain paperwork and right brain storytelling do not necessarily go hand in h
One thing which has always been easy for me is straddling the worlds. It could be because I'm a Gemini, or maybe just because I have been an avid daydreamer since my early days at school, eventually being encouraged by a wonderful teacher, James Thomas Michael McMahon, to write down my stories and chiding me when he knew I could do better. He was the man who made me re-think creativity and to listen to the little voices in my head when they wanted to tell their tales, to let the stor
I asked my favourite Latin professor to translate my motto, "What If...?" into Latin for me. Quid Fiat Si...? (What would happen if...") was the answer.
It's not only the premise of every book I have ever written, it is the premise behind every piece of fiction anyone has ever written. What if characters with certain backgrounds and certain characteristics were put together under a certain set of circumstances>
The next volume of The Glastonbury Chronicles, "The Coin of the Realm", will be out May 1, and the second instalment of Tales of the Dearg-Sidhe "The Great Queen's Hound" (sequel to "Son of Air and Darkness") will be out June 21. Earlier today I finished Volume III in that series, "The Pale Mare's Fosterling", which is slated to appear June 21, 2012, filling the schedule of three books per year through the end of October 2012.
You start with an idea, a premise, the inkling of where you're going and how you're going to get there and then BLAM! Somewhere about Chapter 15 you realise that your main character has definite other ideas and hasn't bothered to let yo in on any of them.
Sound familiar? Well, if you're writing from the aspect of the third person omniscient narrator who knows all, sees all, and generally plays God in the world being laid out in words, probably not, but when it's al
It doesn't take an alarm clock. I go to bed, exhausted, some time before 10 PM. It is stormy outside, and the staccato of the rain soothes me rapidly into unconsciousness. To sleep...perchance to dream...aye, there's the rub...
Somewhere around 2AM I''m awake again, the siren call having nudged me back into wakefulness, back into touch with the Muse who controls my time and tides, and I find myself once more at the keyboard of the computer, taking dictation from Du
It was ill-conceived, I suppose, now that I think of it, a serene and glorious long weekend signing books and rubbing elbows with those I knew, those I hoped to meet and utter strangers at PantheaCon 2011. After all, what could be simpler...riding up with and spending the weekend with two of my dearest friends? Linda I have known for nearly half my life; her husband Peter, my wonderful publisher, for nearly two decades. And then, on the verge of packing, on the verge of having