This book just came in the mail! For those not familiar with this book it’s essentially the human side of archæology. The stories behind the finds. The Indiana Joneses before he was a thing. I highly recommend it! The best thing is that you can pick it up on Amazon for under a dollar (plus shipping and handling)!
Yes, I realise that it is almost the last day of May. But this is where I am at. There have been computer problems and comic conventions but now I am getting back to editing. I will try to update more regularly, at the very least there will be a June update and it will be waaaaay more interesting than this!
In January I was trying to get back into my work schedule after taking almost a month off in December. I was over-rested. I’ve got my production schedule set up for the year but I need to include this blog as part of all that.
I would love to say that I am almost ready to publish Who Would Destroy the Gods, but I’m hip deep in edits and I am going to do some drastic rewrites. Due to the fact that I don’t have a large audience at the moment (which makes sense as my dad only has the one book published at the moment). I’m going to have to rely on an editor instead of beta readers like I’d hoped.
I will be keeping you all up to date on everything, in addition to that I’m going to tweak this website so stay tuned for some neat surprises coming up this year.
For those of you who aren’t subscribed to the newsletter (which is just plain crazy!) you are missing out on being able to get access to the beta release of the first few chapters of Who Would Destroy the Gods!
Starting today there will be a weekly newsletter which includes a link to a special beta-edition of Who Would Destroy the Gods. In addition to this, the next day there will also be a release to Wattpad (I’ll post the links here as I get them). If you want to wait until the final copy is ready, that’s okay too. Keep watching this site to be notified or subscribe to my regular newsletter.
(This is the beta cover and most certainly not the final one.)
This year the book that I will be editing is called “Who Would Destroy the Gods”
I have begun printing out the chapters and hope to have everything printed out by the end of the month.
I’m doing things a little bit differently. I already have a fully written story, now I need to make sure that its foundations are solid which means doing an outline and character sketches. I’ll be looking at the different aspects of the story and making sure that they gel the way they are supposed to.
As I work on the story I’ll first be updating everyone on the newsletter and then giving summary updates on the website. So stay tuned!
This weekend I’ll be going over my Dad’s manuscripts and picking the one that I’ll be developing for publication this year!
For everyone who is signed up for the newsletter, I will make the announcement on Monday!
Here is another review by Peter Jasion:
I really enjoyed this book. It reminded me of David Brin’s “The Practice Effect” (which is high praise indeed as it is one of my favorite Brin novels!).
The characters of Carrtog and Yakor were very well developed from the beginning. I did find it interesting how their roles of mentor-student migrated to Lord-‘Master’ Squire by the end of the story. I was a little surprised on how his ‘abilities’ evolved so quickly. Also, the interaction between Carrtog and Lady Adengler from the beginning was quite entertaining and fairly realistic in my opinion as she certainly was no pushover! And finally, King Bornival was an excellent antagonist.
I’ll be publishing more reviews as I get them. Stay tuned to this website for more interesting articles and sign up for the newsletter to be a part of something special (it’s a super secret club!)
Nanowrimo is probably a bad descriptor for what I am doing here. When November is over, I will not have a novel completed. I won’t even have a first draft complete. I *will*, however, have a solid notes and part of the first draft written.
Spent Saturday at the library gathering books for background research on the book. My take on it is that while even though it is a fantasy book, I want to give as much plausibility to the story as possible. Which means that tonight I’ll likely be doing some research in addition to some writing.
For those of you who are looking for JP Wagner’s work, keep checking the website. Updates on his work will be coming soon.
This would be me practising doing a book trailer. It is the first one and therefore quite laughable, however I wanted to display it because I lost a night of productivity creating it. (There will be more trailers and they will get better as I get used to editing footage)
Enjoy an exciting excerpt from Railroad Rising as we get ready for it’s release to Kindle!
Carrtog pushed his horse forward through the crowd. The prickling of his ring grew in intensity, was this crowd about to turn into a riot? What did they have in those sacks besides their lunches?
He pulled up in front of the line of guards and said to one of them, “I must speak to your leader. Immediately!”
The fellow looked at him suspiciously, and without taking his eyes off Carrtog, he called “Captain Gwailants! Man wants to speak to you, sir!”
Shortly, the captain came over on foot, there being no room for horses on the platform. He was a hard-looking man, his face browned by the weather, and his short beard and mustache had all gone pepper and salt. His sword was unsheathed in his hand.
“Come up here and talk, and I hope for your sake that you have something important to say.”
The guardsmen grudgingly let him through the line, and the first thing he did was to display his ring to the captain. “My ring tells me that there’s danger here, sir.”
The captain sneered and displayed his own ring. “It does, does it? Would it surprise you at all to know that I know that very well? Our king, however, has decided to ignore the danger in favor of making his political point.”
“Oh.” Carrtog felt deflated.
“Your news is not as vital as you thought, eh? Perhaps you should turn and leave us before—”
There was a shout somewhere in the crowd and what looked like a smoking ball of cloth came whirling through the air to land on the platform.
Carrtog felt a touch of confusion. Recognizing a battle-magic spell, he waved his ringed hand in front of him as if waving away the smoke. The confusion cleared from his mind. That first ball was followed by three others, thrown from other points in the crowd.
He spun to face outward, drawing his sword and shouting “Tsingallik for King Bornival!”
With any luck, that yell might convince the King’s Gentlemen all around him that he was on their side. On the other hand, members of the King’s Gentlemen seldom took risks with the king’s life; it was too likely that one or another of them would stick a sword into his side just to be sure.
Several among the guard swept hands before them — it was no surprise that a large number of them knew battle-magic, some likely knew much more than he did. Men among the crowd flung back their hoods, revealing caps of metal or leather, though a good number wore only a cloth bonnet like his own. There seemed to be only a couple who wore metal breastplates — the rest had a jacket of leather. The weapons they pulled from their sacks were mostly short swords and stout cudgels, but several had wheel-lock pistols.
The pistols were only accurate at close range and took some time to reload. Carrtog knew how to use a pistol; in fact, a pistol would have had more than one use for him at this moment given his training in battle-magic. His grandfather had offered him one before he and Yakor started off on their journey, but he had turned it down. The things were very expensive, particularly in a hinterland place like Tsingallik, and though he hoped at some time to earn the money to buy one of his own, he hadn’t wanted to ride away carrying one that his grandfather might well need worse than he.
The pistol-men in the crowd opened fire, the King’s Gentlemen replying. The powder-smoke began to gather, obscuring visibility, though not to the extent of hiding either of the two sides. Several men in the crowd went down. Carrtog noted that at least two were pushing their way back out of the crowd, just trying to get away.
An attacker stuck a pistol into his face, but Carrtog managed a frantic chop just before the fellow pulled the trigger. The pistol fired off to the side, and the man staggered aside clutching his bloody wrist.
Carrtog thrust at him, but his sword glanced off the man’s leather jacket as he went sidewards. The thought went through Carrtog’s mind that he should grab the dropped pistol, but good sense told him he didn’t have time. Indeed, there was a man jumping forward, extending his sword in a thrust. Even as he reacted, Carrtog noted that something had taken off most of the man’s left ear, leaving the blood streaming down his left side. He parried, and did his own thrust, then pulled his sword free, jumping back to avoid further attacks.
He called out once more, “Tsingallik for King Bornival!!” Then stepped forward, thrusting again.
He noticed that the attackers did not seem to be trying to kill the king or his party, but working to force them backward into the train car where the ladies and the rest of the retinue had already taken shelter. If the attackers were trying to force them inside, it seemed to him that the best thing to do would be to try to force their way out.
But with Captain Gwailants shouting “Rally round the king! Rally round the king!” It seemed that they would be playing into the enemy’s scheme.
The King’s Gentlemen tried to close in around the king, and one glimpse that Carrtog was able to get of Bornival showed the man standing tall and grim, his bloodied sword in one hand, and blood soaking his left sleeve. Obviously, someone had gotten closer to him than his guard would prefer.
Carrtog could hear Yakor’s wisdom telling him not to get trapped in a train-car with the enemy’s target. But with the next surge of rebels he had little choice. He fell into formation with the king’s Gentlemen. Then they were all inside fighting to prevent the numbers of foe inside with them from growing.
Strangely, several of the rebels were pushing backward out the door, while trying to prevent any of the royal party from leaving.
Shouts went up from outside the car, shouts that Carrtog couldn’t make out, but he suspected a signal of some sort.
The train jerked into motion. There was a great groaning as the fastenings tore from the outside platform. Then the train was dragging the outside platform with it, leaving bits scattered along the way as they gained speed.
They’re trying to take the king hostage!