Onesong – book #2 released

I am thrilled to let you all know that Walk the Path has been released. This is the second and final part in the Onesong series (unless I decide to also put Cirvel’s portion of the story into this series too — who knows!). Still, this completes Rivic’s adventure which started in Tangled Magic. You’ll see Rivic again in Prince of the Ruined Land (Sacred Knight #4).

Purchase Walk the Path in ebook or print from these and many other booksellers.

If you haven’t read Tangled Magic, your copy can be acquired from any of these retailers or more.

In other news, I believe I am done with The Missing Thread (Sacred Knight #5), but I’m trying to write a bit further into the 6th and final book in that series so that I can be sure that the series wraps up nicely.

Going to get back to it. Strangely, books don’t write themselves (and I fear the day that artificial intelligence is truly smart enough to do just that).

Protective Mythology

The community of Sun Falls is filled with strange people and creatures. Protective Mythology is my first short story set in this little homeowners community. I’m already at work on the second story in the series. I’m hoping that once I get this setting figured out a little better, I can actually write a short novel for it.

The idea for Sun Falls came into being one day when I was driving to Twin Falls. I was on the highway because the weather was bad. I much prefer traveling my back country roads. The snow had come down hard during the night. As I made the turn to head south for Twin Falls, the sign ahead of me was partially covered with snow. Instead of pointing out the directions to go for Sun Valley and Twin Falls, the snow only showed two words: Sun Falls.

Suddenly, I wanted to be out in a lovely little place where there was no snow and only sun covering everything. I could see the community all at once.

But, of course, being my story, I knew that something would be wrong. The first few hundred words or so came easily after that. Then it sat for a while. I recently came back to it when I discovered that I had 41 open projects on my list, Sun Falls being one of them. I saw myself falling down on #2 of Heinlein’s Rules and knew I had to fix that issue. This is good because not only do I get stories finished, but I get them out to readers when I do. (grin)

I’m glad to say that since I’ve decided to focus on finishing so many of my started stories, I’m now down to 35, though I have added a couple new projects, like the second Sun Falls story. And yes, that means many other cool stories are coming soon. For now, I give you Protective Mythology.

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Cover design by Dawn Blair/Morning Sky Studios
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Get your copy and start reading now at https://books2read.com/Protective-Mythology

I feel that I should mention that right now the ebook is only available, but the paperback will be coming soon.

A Random Memory

I went to my first writing convention when I was 15 1/2. I remember this because I had to have my mom go along with me. I only had my learner’s permit to drive and needed an adult with me. The conference was in Carson City, Nevada, and I seem to recall that it was actually a two day conference, though it might have only been one.


My mom had subscribed for two years to Writer’s Digest magazine for me and I think I had heard about this conference in the magazine. My dad must’ve generously paid for the conference, and my mom got the duty of hanging out in Carson City for a couple days.


I remember arriving at the conference and going into the conference room and taking a seat at the back. Kind of in the back corner by the door. I was so nervous I thought I might throw up. Here I was a fifteen-year-old kid sitting around with all these adults. Here I was calling myself a writer when I was still a mere high school student. Yeah, I’m still surprised I didn’t puke.


I remember sitting there, quiet as a little mouse as was my nature back then. For the first thirty years of my life, very few people knew that I actually knew how to speak, which is kind of funny considering that I only recently realized that I didn’t start speaking until I was three. I was listening to the conversations going on around me, again, the habit of being a silent person and a people watcher. One man near me was talking excitedly with some people he had just met. They were all discussing how hard it was to get published. He saw me and must’ve thought that I would be great entertainment in this discussion, for what else was a fifteen-year-old kid doing here.


He turned to me and he asked if I had tried to get published.


“Oh, yes,” I said suddenly feeling like I had something to contribute to these other writers that were having a great conversation.


Of course, that led him to asking me the related question of if I had actually published anything. “Yes, twice.”


His jaw dropped. The people in the seats turned closer to me. I didn’t even have a chance to explain that my publications were really publications. I was trying to stammer this out when he asked me, how old are you?

I told my age and I said really this is not a true publishing credit one was in a poetry anthology I had to pay for a book to get in there the other was in a statewide school competition because I had one the competition for my high school. I had no real competition; I grew up in a small town.


He clamored that it really didn’t matter, that fifteen-year-olds were getting published and they were having such a difficult time of it. I realized then that publishing was just a matter of perspective. He seriously counted those two things, a vanity publication and the school journal, which no one except for the people who entered would ever receive a copy and read the story, as publications.

What else do I remember from that conference? Not much honestly. I remember having lunch with my mother and being so excited. I had a ton of notes which I think I have sense lost or filed away over the years. I vaguely remember driving and being so excited to be going back that second day. I wish I remembered more. But the knowledge must’ve sunk into my subconscious and hopefully it remains there to this day has solid information when I need it.

Help Wanted, Call Loki

Sorry, this book has been out for a while now, but I’m just now getting around to saying, “Ta-Da!”

That’s the way December and January usually go for me. Of course, the Trickster himself didn’t help with his sudden demands.

I was barely aware of finishing this book up. It was done and off to my first reader before I knew what was really going on. Then I heard Loki shout at me, “No pre-order for you!” Okay, so it was a rush to get the cover going before I got it back from my reader. After that, the book was out the door and gone. I didn’t really have a chance to put out any sort of announcement.

That’s the way Loki rolled on this book, I guess.

A quick word about this book: it is a prequel to the story arc in 1-800-CallLoki (or the 5 novellas that make up that omnibus). Now that I am free to tell the Loki stories that I originally wanted to do (or am I?), I feel like all the stories will rotate around those central 5 novellas, but they will be either in the past or the future that set. The only way to know will probably be the text at the very beginning where he announces he is either “Loki of Asgard” (before) or “Loki of Midgard” (after).

At first, I thought those block announcements might all be the same, but Loki recently told me that now that we’ve done one “before” novella (Help Wanted, Call Loki) and one “after” novella (1-800-IceBaby), that the blocks will now change and maybe have a “clue” to the story. Yeah, so much for me being in charge. (grin)

As for the next question, yes, the 8th Loki novella has been started. I can’t wait to see where it goes.

Happy reading.

Deep Space Omega #12

A quick note about my free fiction: this is raw draft with little editing. I don’t know where the story is going, or if it’ll even get completed on the blog. But it’s fun to do.

The clips from this story stay up for a limited time and then they will turn back into a pumpkin. Those available at the time I’m writing this are:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Let’s proceed, shall we?

Deep Space Omega (#12)

“Let’s get him out and to the med bay,” Jadz instructed, carefully letting the cutting torch slip to the floor.

They lifted off the top of the life pod and lowered it to the floor.

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A Wise Friend

I recently signed up for a lifetime subscription on a course package offered by Dean Wesley Smith on Teachable. Sometimes I just need reminders on my writing and I love the way Dean phrases things. He’s blunt and honest. Don’t expect warm fuzzies. I like that. It’s an eye-to-eye level approach and I know it sends many people scattering from the room like spitting kittens. Let them go off and lick their wounds. Writing is fun. Publishing is hard. That’s the truth Dean speaks.

Now I’m certain that Dean considers me a new author, and from outward appearances, I certainly am. The truth is that I’ve spent a majority of my life trying to be published.

I remember very clearly a day right before I turned 13. It was Saturday in early spring. I ran out to get the mail and I saw a Writer’s Digest magazine. It had my mother’s name on it.

I was devastated!

I can still remember how shell-shocked and betrayed I felt as soon as I saw that magazine with my mother’s name on it. I was the one writing and telling stories, not her!

Let me step back for a moment here. I remember spending quite a bit of my childhood coloring and painting watercolors with my mother. I always thought I was doing well… until that moment when I saw what my mom had been doing. Her work was stunning. I didn’t even know crayons could look like that. I recall sitting out on the wooden back porch, I believe it was the old gray-painted one before we put in a wider one, and looking at some of the oil paintings she’d done when she was younger. I remember the oil smell of her paint box. To this day, whenever I smell oil paint, I am taken back to that moment when she showed me her colorful world.

And I was insanely jealous.

Now, I did know that being envious of my mother was a dumb thing and so I never said a word to her about how I felt. She had so much talent.

She pitched her box of oil paints into the burning barrel.

That’s where the art she did with me ended up too.

When my brother and I were cleaning out my dad’s house after his passing, we came across some of my mother’s paintings. Now that I’m older and I’ve studied art, I can see that these were definitely student study paintings, but I also see the talent she could have grown. If she had chosen to.

So here I was, pre-teen me, standing with a fabulous writing magazine in my hand. I felt like she was trying to overtake my thing (like how she always overshadowed my attempts at art as if I were already something fabulous – dumb!). I went in and asked her about the magazine.

She smiled. “Well, that was supposed to have been a birthday present for you. Happy birthday.”

It wasn’t for her; it was for me. I was excited. I went to my room and read the whole magazine from cover to cover, including the ads in the back. My writing world opened up. I discovered so many things.

Each month as the magazine appeared, I grew more selective about what I was reading in it. But I learned a lot about the publishing industry. I knew more about it than a lot of the adults that I was attending writers conferences with. I send out so many requests for guidelines with my self-addressed stamped envelopes (SASE’s as they were known and I explained to many newbie adult writers over the years) that I had quite a collection of nearly every traditional book and magazine publisher at the time. I discovered The Writers Market book put out every year and I owned several (I still do, through I did throw some out finally this summer). I attempted to get stories published — okay, how good could they have been from a 15 year-old writer, but I was seriously making an attempt. It wasn’t until I was in my 20’s that I finally got an acceptance letter, followed by several more, “Close, but not quite. What else do you have?” letters.

I always wrote into the dark without an outline. I hated rewriting; it was a bloody waste of time. I cycled, much like Dean talks about, if I was writing a piece out by hand and then making a typed draft which I did on a lot of short stories. Of course, that was the whole story cycled, not just part of it. If you find errors in my blogs, it’s generally because I cycle while I write these too and I don’t proofread as closely as I could; I just caught an error above and cleaned it up, but I’m certain 3 more will slip by me.

Back to my childhood writing. Because of schooling and the things I was reading in Writer’s Digest, I also got a lot of bad training. If I was getting rejected, I would go back to a piece and see what I could “fix.” I fell into the belief that I needed critique partners to tell me what I was doing wrong. Now, I did get awfully lucky here. I managed to find a couple of great writers and we offered each other peer-level critiques. I feel as if we all grew as writers. However, I can also see the damage that we did to each other and our own child artists within us. That’s why I feel like I’m starting over now. Before, I was a raw, untempered metal, but now I have been forged with flaws that must be sharpened out of me.

Hence why I really needed to find some writing continuing education that spoke to me. I am so fortunate that I stumbled upon Dean’s masterclass (and thankful that he accepted me to “come on down”) for the two years I went, and why when WMG had a sale on the lifetime subscription to the large class package, I had to jump on it.

This has been a really long way of getting to where I had originally intended for this post, but I felt it was important that you had the background.

I am currently listening to the “classic” (meaning it’s an older one) workshop on how to edit your own work. I suspected I already knew what Dean was going to say; I’ve followed him for several years now. However, I learn something or am given a swift kick with every workshop I listen to. That’s why I bought the package and why I’m listening to it; I need this.

He started talking about perfection and how deadly it is. Now, I’m about as far from a perfectionist as I can be. I don’t believe in slacking. I do like to do quality work to the best of my ability. I never mean to make mistakes, but I realize they do happen. I can also release it when I do make a mistake. I don’t beat myself up about it anymore. I learn and move on. So, I like to think that I’m in a happy medium here on this scale.

Dean suggested his wife’s book, The Pursuit of Perfection: And How It Harms Writers by Kristine Kathryn Rusch. I’ve seen and heard about the book before. I never thought much about it because, again, I’m not a perfectionist. Don’t need to read about it if I don’t have the problem, right?

Wrong.

As part of this workshop, they had a link to the book for free. Well, I had paid for the workshop, so I felt I should download the book. As it turns out, one of the assignments is to read the book and let Dean and Kris know what the workshop participant learned from it. Since I’m taking this workshop as a classic, we don’t turn in the assignments for their feedback. I still decided to take a look at the book, even though I certainly don’t have a problem with perfectionism.

Yes, I do know it is my ego which keeps me writing. My bullish ego doesn’t know when to quit. That I will admit.

So I started reading the book. It’s not a book so much about perfectionism, but about allowing and giving yourself permission to just do the best you can. I got a whole new perspective about critiques too (which is why I can say that I clearly see the good and the damage my peers and I did to each other).

I’m only halfway through the book, but I know what I would answer back to the assignment is I was to turn it in now. I’d say that I got a great reminder about returning the focus to my career.

I was 15 years old and studying Writer’s Digest ever month when I realized that it was impossible to make a living from putting out 1 book a year with a traditional publisher. I saw it back then. I saw back then that it was going to take 8-10 books per year to actually make a living as a writer. And, because I knew that they only put out 1 book per year by an author, that meant I was going to have to have 8-10 different pen names until one of the names gathered a following.

This was back in the 80’s that I realized this.

Now, if you’ve followed Dean as I’ve told all my writing friends to do, you see that having to follow the “write and release” method that they preach is not anything new. I realized it back then. At 15! And it took Kris’ book to really push it all back into place for me.

In the tarot, there is a hermit card with a solitary figure holding up a lantern. It is a shining of the light on the dark to illuminate what was hidden. Kris writes about focusing on the career, not the book. Dean talks about writing and having fun with the book, and then releasing, and he talks about building up 100-300 titles. Yet it was the way Kris put it about building a collection of titles (an oeuvre) that was that lantern in the dark. I knew that it was all there, but I needed it illuminated because I’m so down in the weeds focusing on a few books at a time that I forget to stick my head up and look back at all of the titles. Especially those I have written, released, and they sit out there making either no money or less than $1/year. Not that they are “bad books;” they just haven’t found their audience yet. Yet.

In going out to get the affiliate link from Amazon on her book, I dropped down to check out the reviews. I read reviews on other people’s books, never my own if I can help it. The review at the top when I looked read, “A little book that’s a wise friend to writers young and old.” Very well summed up. It doesn’t get more appropriate than that.

I’m excited to see what comes to light in the second half of the book. But even if it’s not as vivid as this first part, I have learned and grown as an indie publisher. I love this age of going directly to readers and not having to wait a year or more for a traditional publisher to get my book into their chain. I love having the control be all mine.

Someday I’ll have an oeuvre that gets discovered. No, not everything will be perfect, but hopefully readers will see that my work grew and got better. It was always the best that I could do at that moment. Is that what most of my art has always been? Learning as I go?

Thank goodness for my bullish ego which keeps me persisting.

Thank you Dean Wesley Smith and Kristine Kathryn Rusch for your guidance and honesty with writers.

Thanks, Mom, for my subscription to Writer’s Digest.

Thank you world for a new day filled with amazing technology.

Thank you, readers, for allowing me your time. I hope I’ve entertained.

Deep Space Omega #11

A quick note about my free fiction: this is raw draft with little editing. I don’t know where the story is going, or if it’ll even get completed on the blog. But it’s fun to do.

The clips from this story stay up for a limited time and then they will turn back into a pumpkin. Those available at the time I’m writing this are:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Let’s proceed, shall we?

Deep Space Omega (#11)

by Dawn Blair

“We think one of the hits penetrated it enough to depressurize it. He was still conscious when we brought him onboard, pounding at the glass to get out,” the astronomer explained.

Jadz pulled the cutting torch from around her and fired it up. “Stand back. This is going to spark.”

She went along the sems of the life pod hoping that these lines would be where the metal was the weakest. Without protective goggles, she had to cut at a strange angle. Still, every now and then she had to stop put out sparks on her clothes. A couple of sparking cinders singed the skin of her forearms.

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Breaking loose

I feel like I’ve been working on a lot of writing projects during late summer and early fall, but for a while it felt like nothing was actually getting done. I felt a bit stuck.

But lately, I’ve been like a mad woman possessed and things are finally starting to break loose.

I finished and published The Unicorn and the Secret. Then, this last week thanks to Thanksgiving (see what I did there? *grin*), I finished the 7th Loki novella. It even got a title! Help Wanted, Call Loki That means the story is real. I even have the idea for the cover.

It will be a little bit longer before you see that as it still needs to go to a first reader for copyediting. I think in my mind I originally had it slated for publication in April 2021, but now that might get moved up. We’ll see just what happens there.

Meanwhile, I’m still working through Walk the Path and Dragons of Wellsdeep, but I feel these projects are moving along now after several months of feeling stuck.

In case you’re curious, this is my current work in progress:

  • 15 novels
  • 2 novellas (this does include Help Wanted, Call Loki)
  • 4 short stories (though I have a ton waiting in the wings)
  • 7 children’s books (all written, I just need to get to illustrating)
  • 3 audiobooks slated after the one I’m currently recording

That’s a list of 31 projects. And my goal is to be finished with 10 of the 15 novels (or all 15 if I just decide to stick some nails in their coffins or just close my eyes and take a leap from the cliff on some of the older works) and all the short stories by the end of next year. I’m tired of looking at all these titles on my list! I’m ready for some new titles.

I’d love to get those children’s books out too. I’ve had them sitting for far too many years, but I need some equipment fixed before I can tackle those. Hopefully, I’m getting closer. It would be great to do at least one or two of them next year as well.

Well, I’m off to get back to those manuscripts.

Deep Space Omega #10

A quick note about my free fiction: this is raw draft with little editing. I don’t know where the story is going, or if it’ll even get completed on the blog. But it’s fun to do.

The clips from this story stay up for a limited time and then they will turn back into a pumpkin. Those available at the time I’m writing this are:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Let’s proceed, shall we?

Deep Space Omega (#10)

by Dawn Blair

“Tell them to get back to the station.” Jadz dropped down into a second chair by Mouse and picked up a headset. “Do you have any visual capabilities within the shuttlecraft?”

Mouse shook her head. “Shuttlecraft, Jadz advising returning to station. Station over.”

“… Trying… station. Situation… critical. Door…”

“There’s got to be some sort of handle. Do you see anything that looks like it can open the pod?” Jadz asked

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