2 Dec 2012

Sunday Teaser: An Excerpt of 'Dispossessed'

Been a while since I did my last blog post. It's been a busy month, what with the death in the family, followed by GayRomLit and then NaNoWriMo. Now December is here, and soon it'll be Christmas.

(If you haven't read my post about GRL, you can check it out over on the Chicks & Dicks site.)

So, NaNoWriMo is over, and I finished with a respectable 53,525 words. I had some great fun with the guys in my local area. We did a sponsored 24 hour write-in event, raising money for a local charity that delivers blood on motorbikes to where it's needed. Not sure what the total amount of donations were, but we wrote a combined 130k words between us during that time. Awesome effort, guys.

I finally finished the book last night, minus a few little details I need to expand on, at 55,565 words. Since then I've been busy editing my ass off so I can get it out to betas some time this month. I'm really excited about this book because it'll be the first story I actually submit to a publisher. Talk about terrifying! Luckily I've got plenty of people behind me, supporting me along the way. Their encouragement means so much to me. You guys know who you are. Thanks so much for keeping me going.

Anyway, to the point of this post. I'm going to post the first chapter of my NaNo novel, 'Dispossessed'. It's a blend of young adult, urban fantasy, and M/M romance. Hope you enjoy it!

To view the excerpt, follow the link below to my Facebook page where it's posted.

Dispossessed - Chapter 1


12 Oct 2012

Life and Death

Most of you probably know this already from my posts on Facebook, but on Monday 8th my Mom passed away after a short-lived battle with cancer. By the time it was caught it had already spread into her lungs and her condition deteriorated so rapidly that I think it took everyone, doctors and nurses included, by shock. By Sunday night they knew there was nothing they could do for her, so they took off the oxygen mask while she was surrounded by family, gave her some drugs to ease her pain, and let her slip away.

I'm still in shock now, four days later. It feels like it happened to another person, not me. She had only gone into hospital two weeks before, and only diagnosed with lung cancer three days before she died. How a person can go from seeming physically fine, to dead in such a short period of time is very difficult to comprehend.

Over the last few days we've been preparing for the funeral on Tuesday. Those of you who were looking forward to seeing me at GRL, there's no need to panic. I have decided I still want to go, but I will be flying out there a day later than originally anticipated, so I'll be there for Wednesday evening. The time away will be good for me I think, and I'll have plenty of friends there to support me if needed. Anyway, so there's been a lot of talk about death in the family recently, particularly from the relatives and friends that are religious, and it got me to thinking about what life and death is.

Now, I'm not a fan of religion at all. Actually, that's probably a giant understatement. Religion annoys me to no end. I have no problem with people practicing religion, just don't attempt to shove it down my throat. And this goes for trying to comfort me too... saying she's gone to a better place and all that. It is not comforting, because I don't believe in it. All it does is annoy me.

So what do I believe about death? I had a long think about this. Do people just die and that's it? I don't think they do, but I don't believe in the afterlife either. Sure a person's physical body may come, grow up, do some weird shit, and then go, but if all you define a person's life by is their physical existence, then they haven't really lived at all. While a person still physically exists in this world, they become a part of other people... create memories with them, have children, impact people in ways they don't realise. This is their life, and that doesn't go away unless you forget. So in a way, as long as we remember the deceased, they're never really gone. They'll always exist as a part of everyone they ever touched.

I can still hear her now telling me I need to tidy up. I'll do it later, Mom. Right now I need to head to the shops.

5 Oct 2012

The 'C' Word

Right now, you're probably wondering what the hell I'm on about. What words could begin with C? Lots of words, like cow and cat, and lots of other animals too. Unfortunately, this post isn't going to be as humorous as a lolcat, nor is it going to be delicious like a medium-rare cow. Today's post is actually going to be quite serious, despite the initial intro. You see, a week ago my mother was taken into hospital to have some tests done. The results came back today. It's cancer.

I guess at first I was in shock. It was always a possibility, but it wasn't something I had prepared myself for. Given that she's always been a smoker, I wasn't particularly surprised, but still I couldn't bring myself to feel anything in the moment the words reached my ears. Even now, a couple of hours later I'm still not sure how to feel. I want to stay positive, because it's been detected now. That's a good thing. Treatments have gotten better, and the survival rate is far higher than it used to be. I haven't been told the prognosis yet, so for all I know everything could be fine. It could be in the very early stages. But then again, it may not be. So much is unknown right now, that I'm kinda stuck in the middle of being hopeful and preparing for the worst.

All this because of a little white stick that people like to put into their mouths. It's quite mind boggling when you're finally confronted with the reality of it. I'm not a smoker, so I don't see the appeal. Hey, suck on this and you'll be cool and it'll help you relax... until thirty years down the line you're in a hospital bed, feeling like shit, having to deal with crap hospital food, and then have the doctor say you have cancer.

Does smoking really feel that good? So good that it's worth the risks later on in life? Is it worth having a lung removed because it became cancerous? Having your hair fall out from the chemotherapy? Coughing up blood, being out of breath constantly? How about the emotional distress it's going to cause everyone around you while they have to watch you go through the treatment and wondering if you're going to survive? And then when you do survive, what about the fear of a relapse?

Doesn't seem like it would be worth it to me. I'm not going to be the person who constantly berates smokers for their actions, but I will say this. Just think about it for a moment. Think about your friends and family. You're not just hurting yourself with every drag of that cigarette, you're setting everyone around you up for one hell of an emotional rollercoaster. You see, they don't need to breathe the smoke to be affected by it. And if you're still prepared to put them, and yourself, through all that, then go ahead and have another smoke. Just don't be that person who thinks it will never happen to you.

16 Jun 2012

Coming Next Week...

Phew. Been a busy week. Work, work, more work, looking after my new flatmates - Mik and Ash, who will be getting their own little section on the site soon enough - running in the morning, working on my upper body in the evening, and trying to fit some reading and writing somewhere inbetween. Sometimes I wonder how other writers with full-time jobs even manage to have a life.

Anyway, onto next week. As I mention, my two little buddies, Mik and Ash, are gonna be getting their own page with pictures and videos so you can watch the two little critters grow and play. They're getting along nicely... well, as long as porridge oats aren't involved. Mik, who is usually the quieter one, goes absolutely berserk for porridge oats and refuses to let Ash near them. I've taken to hand-feeding Ash his oats so they don't have to fight over them.

Secondly, watch this space for news of my funeral. Why? Because week 3, day 2 of the C25k program was hard enough, but I just had a quick peek at the week 4 schedule, and it is literally gonna kill me. Today was jog 90s, walk 90s, jog 3min, walk 3min, jog 90s, walk 90s, jog 3min, walk 3min. Week 4 is jog 3mins, walk 90s, jog 5mins, walk 2.5mins, jog 3mins, walk 90s, jog 5mins. That's a pretty big step-up in my opinion. On a more positive note, my calves are looking damn sexy right now. May have to start breaking out the running shorts on a morning.

And finally, onto something more authory. Is that even a word? If not, it is now! Remember how I wrote that short story as part of the Love is Always Write events for the M/M Romance group over on GoodReads? No, well maybe this'll jog your memory.

I see some nodding heads out in the crowd. Well, Jacinto's Voyage will be out some time in the next week. Can't give away the exact date yet, but expect to see a few tweets and FaceBook posts when it goes up. I'll be doing the formatting on it this weekend and posting it on a few ebook sites so you can take your pick of format and download it for FREE. Capitals make the FREE bit stand out, right?

This is my first short, and my first sci-fi piece, and my first story written in third-person so I'm a little nervous. But hey, I won't know if I don't try, and I won't learn if I try to shield myself from criticism. Besides, Kaje and Patti have said they liked it.

Well, I've got a few errands to do, and I could really use a shower after that run. Until next times folks!

5 Jun 2012

Origin of Darkness - Trailer Reveal

Only a few months to go now. Funny how dates just creep up on you when you're not watching. 'Origin of Darkness' is due for release mid-late August, and so I dusted out my copy of Sony Vegas Studio and decided to give making a book trailer another whirl. So, here we go!

29 May 2012

Yet another new blog!

Yes, another one. Those of you who have been following me for a while will know that I originally started out on Blogger, before moving my entire blog to Wordpress. Then I created a separate blog to focus on reading and reviews, which has been a little neglected thanks to work and other things getting in the way of my reading time lately. And now I have this blog. Why?

Because Wordpress annoys me.