Palladium – Chapter 2

I hope you enjoyed chapter 1 last week.

It’s been interesting working on Cirvel’s story, especially since so many auxiliary stories feed off of the either the character or aspects of the story. Truly, Cirvel is a central character to so much of my work right now.

There was a point when I was working on Quest for the Three Books that I could see the past, present, and future of the story’s timeline. To have such clear thoughts about what was behind, how it brought about the events going on in the story, and what repercussions would come about was an amazing vantage point.

I feel that way about Cirvel’s story. I’m still missing huge chunks of it, but I do love the discovery. Every day that goes by, more of these holes get filled in. It’s an exciting journey.

Let’s get to the story!

This story is meant for new adult audiences. It is rather mature in nature, not that there’s anything really detrimental, but it certainly isn’t meant for readers under 17 as there is content of a sensual nature. If you are younger or prefer completely clean content, please go no further with this story.

Previously: The novihomidrak, Cirvel, heads through a festival on his way to meet up with an old “friend” who has a map that Cirvel needs. The friend, Sapere Imor, isn’t happy to see Cirvel and tries to persuade Cirvel with other temptations. Irritated with not getting his answers, Cirvel seals Imor into a genie lamp. A ninja steps from the shadows and steals away the lamp containing Imor, leaving Cirvel holding only air.


Cover and layout copyright © 2019 by Morning Sky Studios
Cover design by Dawn Blair/Morning Sky Studios
Cover art copyright © Rodjulian | Dreamstime.com, ©
Xneo | Dreamstime.com, and © Gualtiero Boffi| Dreamstime.com

Palladium

Chapter 2

Continue reading

The death of romance

Yesterday I mentioned that there is a part of me that misses writing romance. I told you that today I would tell you why.

It has to do with something my mother told me.

It was during this one summer when I was about 14 or so. I’d found out about a contest for teen authors. Back then, no one wanted anything written by a kid, so I was always striving to make myself as professional as I could so publishers wouldn’t know I was just a kid. But when I saw this contest, I knew I had to go for it.

I had two months before the deadline. I accomplished about 80 pages in that time. Handwritten. Realizing I had only three days left before I had to mail the story and it still needed typed in proper manuscript format, I spent an entire night awake trying to finish this story. I wrote 40 pages overnight.

The next day, I enlisted my mother’s help to type the manuscript. She often helped my dad as his secretary and she’d had typing classes in school. I hadn’t gotten there, so I was a very slow typist at that time. I knew if I had to do it by myself, I wouldn’t get it in the mail soon enough. So I begged her to help me.

Sometime in the early afternoon, she got up to take a break. I was still typing away. She came to stand by me and her hand set gently on the page that I was typing up. I remember that she didn’t look at me right away. I stopped typing. She said to me, “You know, for someone that has never had a real relationship, you write very well about them.” Then she continued on into the kitchen to get her lemon lime soda pop.

I realized then that she wasn’t only typing my manuscript for me; she was reading it too.

I didn’t win the contest, but considering the length of time it took for me to get a response, I’ve always liked to think that I might have been among the finalists. It didn’t really matter though. My mother had given me a supreme compliment.

After that, she was always telling me that I needed to go write for soap operas. I very nearly did. Until I got dumb and found romance. Then I lifted that cover and saw that the romance of storybooks does not exist. Fortunately, I had good friends who saw that I was writing fantasy cake with romance icing and they convinced me that it was okay as long as I didn’t layer on that icing too thick.

I am foraying back toward romance a little. I have some great ideas involving my novihomidraks (new humans born of the dragons) that I want to write about. I wrote most of a book about a character named Siva and her novihomidrak, Rake, last year. There were some side characters in that story that nearly demanded that I work on their story next, but I convinced them that I wasn’t quite the writer that I needed to be in order to tell the story they wanted me to and that I needed more time. Believe me, I wasn’t lying to them and I’ve been working on techniques in other stories I’ve been working on so that I can get to where I need to be for their story. It’s going to be amazing. But Siva’s “romance” has to come first. I hope my readers forgive me for letting the icing get a little thick on these stories. It’ll be interesting to see how they all turn out. I’m excited about telling them and I love that we now live in a world where people don’t have to be constrained by genre. 

Oh, I’m also glad that I the two stories I’d spoken about yesterday didn’t get published as romances. They both came awfully close with publishers, but I now know why the universe took me out of the publishing arena when I got too close to achieving that dream. I wouldn’t have survived as a writer. 

As for the manuscript my mother helped me type all these years ago, I do still have the story. I’ve thought about typing it up and putting it online, but I’m afraid that with how much I’ve grown as an author I’d want to be cleaning it up too. I have too many stories like that already. Have I even mentioned my Silver City Seductress story? Yeah, I can laugh now, but there’s a part of me that wants to share that story. I keep trying to figure out if I can rewrite it as an alien sci-fi adventure. I’d be lying if I said that I hadn’t dabbled with that. Someday I will have time to edit some of these older stories. I did that with Let’s Make a Deal. I added very little to that when I edited up and put it out to publication pasture. 

Enchantment’s Flame was the title of Elliot’s book back in the day. Maybe I’ll change the name of the character and put it out there some day. Now, if you ever see that title hit my roster, you’ll know.  

Until next time, happy adventuring!

Dragons of Wellsdeep – Chapter 23

I suspect this is the end of the line for this story.

Sorry, folks, but the train stops here. I just don’t have any more for this story at the moment, nor have I felt like working on it. I suspect it’s in a cooling off period. There must be something coming.

On the bright side, this means that a new story will come up next week. I haven’t yet decided what to do. I’m kind of thinking about either Cirvel’s story, but since that hasn’t been finished, I’d hate to run two stories in a row where I didn’t give the reader some sort of conclusion for at least one of them, or Stonecharmer. It would be a good first look at that series. So far, it’s completely unrelated to anything else I’m writing. So far! It would also give me the opportunity to go back and write the outline for it. But, I also know I have people who are waiting anxiously to read about Cirvel. I hear their mischievous laughs in my head all the time. Of course, running one does not mean the other also won’t run at some point. Do you have an opinion?

Whichever way I go, I’m going to have to work up a cover.

On a personal note, I’m really not liking WordPress’ new editor. I hate everything about it. My workflow is so disrupted. I find this layout cumbersome and annoying! I hate the way my blog looks. Yeah, I’m very displeased with WordPress right now. I feel like the Grinch. Isn’t he supposed to go away after Christmas? Thank you for listening.

Okay, let’s get to the story.

P.S. I really HATE the new WordPress editor — on so many levels. The issues below with formatting are WordPress’ doing. I would never break a paragraph in the middle of a sentence — duh!!! I LOATHE this block style editor! I want my normal paragraphs back.

 

Dragons of Wellsdeep cover small
Cover and layout copyright © 2018 by Morning Sky Studios Cover design by Dawn Blair/Morning Sky Studios Cover art copyright © Ingus Kruklitis | Dreamstime.com, © Digitalstormcinema | Dreamstime.com, and © Kalcutta | Dreamstime.com

Dragons of Wellsdeep

Chapter 23

by Dawn Blair

Continue reading

Glad to be a creator

This is now the fifth time I’ve started this blog post. The writing is not coming easily today and emotions are getting in the way.

I wish to send my thoughts to Stan Lee’s family and friends. While I never actually had the chance to meet him, my son ran into him several times at conventions. I would like to think that we would’ve gotten along quite well, both of us being creators and all.

I am thankful that I get to be a creator. Even on days when the writing isn’t going well. I know this too will pass. It, more than likely, is actually a stalling period right before a major idea strikes. Pregnant women often talk about how the baby stops moving right before it’s born, as if the child is conserving energy. Well, that didn’t happen with either of mine that I recall, but I know it happens with ideas. Usually there is a short time where I feel lacking all creativity. Then, suddenly, BANG! The story is out of the gate.

Continue reading

Progress – November 12, 2018

I can’t believe we’re almost halfway through November now. When did that happen?

I’ve been reviewing where I’m at and all I accomplished (or didn’t) this year. It feels strange to not have my next publication date at least in mind — the calendar right now is barren, at least in that aspect. I do know what’s coming, I just don’t know how long it will take to get there; more on that in a moment. Right now, I’m about 10,000 words away from hitting my yearly word goal that I’d wanted to accomplish. I figure I’ll be there by the end of November. There is a part of me that’s tempted to take a month off. Don’t worry, I won’t — I fully plan on breaking the tape and continuing beyond, mostly because I’m curious how far I can go. Last year was too much of a push, so I had backed off some this year and still wanted to make it a challenge. I think that challenge has pretty much become norm for me, but I might want to shift my goals a little next year, so I need to take good stock of what I can do.

Next up on what I plan to publish is Tangled Magic. I’ve been working that over this week and am finally getting to a place where I’m satisfied with it. If you read the whole thing here on my blog, you are in for some wonderful changes. I hope you will be as delighted by the arrangement of scenes (it was getting a bit fragmented there at the end) and new scenes that have been added as I am. I do still have a lot of work to do on Walk the Path, but I hope it comes together just as quickly. Obviously there is also Dragons of Wellsdeep which is getting close to… well, I feel as if I should be three quarters of the way through, but I don’t think I am. But I know the direction I’m heading. I don’t know if I’ve ripped out a scene that will be coming up in the next couple of weeks or not — in trying to structure as I go, I can clearly see that this scene doesn’t fit, at least now where it’s at. I really liked the scene too. But maybe another book. Maybe it’ll be a book where I write the story around the scene just so I can have it (then I’d probably end up tearing the scene out of there too because it wouldn’t fit –writers are weird creatures).

That’s three books I plan on having out next year.

I know, I know. I hear you! There’s no Loki or Sacred Knight in that list. I know already!

Continue reading

A magical flight

It feels like a lonely world tonight.

I sit here staring at the white page of my computer screen and wonder what to write. Secrets plays on my Internet radio, followed by Armada by Two Steps from Hell. I wonder how long I will continue to sit and stare until I decide to start writing words, anything. Something.

Click, click, fingers on the keyboard and the words start to come to me. Pouring forth.

There are writers who think the act of writing is grueling and love the idea of having written. I prefer the writing. For me, it’s slipping through a little hole unseen by everyone else and coming out in another world. It’s like music that flows in the ears and opens up your mind to possibilities locked within the flow of the music.

It’s like magic.

Who would want for anything else? 

Continue reading

Progress – September 3, 2018

I probably should have written this during the morning when I was all pumped up and ecstatic. I’m starting to feel that this is a Sunday routine for me where I start the day all excited and by the time I sit down to write this, I’m depressed as can be. Yes, honest moment there.

And yes, I often have to pick myself back up to write this blog.

There’s a big fly in my office and I wish it would die. I want it to get trapped in a spiderweb and become dinner for another species I don’t particularly like. Yeah, it’s that kind of depression day.

Maybe it’s the episode of Star Trek: TNG that I had on a little while ago. Maybe it’s just a cycle that I go through. Maybe I feel that I’m not as productive on Sundays as I wish I were and I imagine myself being during the rest of the week. Maybe it’s the story I’m writing that now has me emotionally tapped. Maybe I intuitively feel that I’m not doing something right in my life and this is when it tries to surface. Maybe I need more time off to recharge. Maybe I see all that needs to get done that I haven’t gotten to. Maybe I feel like this is a record of what I got done while I let other things in my life go by the wayside knowing I should be tackling these tasks too.

Yeah, this is how I feel on Sunday evenings. 

Continue reading

Progress – August 20, 2018

img_6134
View while I’m walking of the college campus

While taking my lunchtime walks this week, I finished up listening to Kristine Kathryn Rusch’s audiobook, The Freelancer’s Survival Guide. It’s interesting to see how things have changed in the 5+ years since this book was written as posts on her blog, then published. While there were many good gems in this book (brilliant advise I wish I’d had ages ago and some that I will be delving into myself over the next few years), there was one thing that really struck me and I want to share.

Don’t make the words fancy. Translation into other languages translates the story, not the words.

These were my notes, so I’m certain I paraphrased for me to remember. So often, I know I try to strive for just the right sentence or word. All too often, I feel like I’m just using the same words over and over. Oh look, another THE. How about and AND. Yes, I’m oversimplifying here, but that’s how it feels some days. It’s if I’ve just taken every word I learned in first grade, probably when we were pasting words into the sentences on our sheets, thrown them into a bag and shook them, and now I take them out one by one and line them up all in a row just like I did then.

I remind myself that my purpose it to entertain with a good story, not fancy words. I don’t want to mire my readers in a deluge of words to get through. No slough for them to cut through. 

Continue reading

Free Fiction Day: Dragons of Wellsdeep – Chapter 1

Are you ready to fall in love with Moonhunter?

I’m just saying — he’s infectious.

Much like with Onesong, you are getting a raw story. It is not yet complete, so I’m certain things will get added or taken out later. Parts may not always make sense. But, we had so much fun when I did this with Onesong that I thought I’d give this one a roll too.

Please like and share the story with all your friends. It’s more fun to read these chapters together. As long as everyone keeps enjoying the story, I’ll do my best to post chapters. (I will trust the process though, just like I did in Onesong.)

UPDATE: This chapter will remain up as a sample chapter for the book. It will not go away. 

Let’s get to it, shall we?

Dragons of Wellsdeep cover small

Dragons of Wellsdeep

Chapter 1

by Dawn Blair

Her time of merely watching drew to a close. Soon, she’d take the child.

The little boy headed to the well. She watched him in the reflection of the water’s surface, a waving mirage with the blue sky behind him. He stomped his feet as he walked, pounding on the earth like a heartbeat. She felt his restrained temper tantrum mixing with her own pulse in a growing, synchronized cacophony with his irritation.

Continue reading

Lessons Learned – March 2018

I love being a storyteller.

I love creating adventures.

I realized this while watching the Sailor Moon musical that my son took me to on Sunday.

img_5491
Adrian eating lunch after the movie. Check out his Sailor Moon shirt!

While I’d already been coming out of my depression from last week and was beginning to make a plan about how to proceed. I’d talked it out and mulled it over. I even began purchasing new domains. While losing my .com’s is not fatal, it doesn’t make me happy either, but time will work things out.

When I initially bought my .com’s, I thought about buying the .net’s while I was at it. The little voice in my head told me not to be greedy — if someone else wanted the .net’s, then they should be able to use them. I felt like other people should have equal opportunity too. So I didn’t get the .net names.

Now, I fully understand why I had to leave the .net names available; if I hadn’t, they also would be hijacked. Still much work to be done.

Continue reading