Official Release! Apostate (Forbidden Things book 3)!

I'm very excited to announce the official release of Apostate, the final book in my Forbidden Things series. Visit the Apostate page to read the first chapter and find links to order. Also, keep an eye out this week for free promotions on my short stories, In Silence Waiting and Making Monsters, and a Kindle Countdown Deal running the 20th through the 27th on Dissident, Forbidden Things book one.

Being rejected by the man she loves hasn’t stopped Indigo from trying to save his country. Since her own country now sees her as a traitor, she must look elsewhere for help. While Yiloch rushes back to the capital to prepare his empire for battle against an enemy that appears untouchable, Indigo turns to the least likely place to build an army of her own.

The Kudaness, split apart by intertribal rivalries, are bound together in several things, not the least of which are their hatred of her people and their belief that using ascard is an affront to their gods. If she can convince them to excuse her those sins, she still faces the challenge of persuading them to go to war on behalf of their Lyran neighbors. Even if she succeeds, they must defeat a powerful army and then she will have to find a way to clear Yiloch’s name and prove to her country that she is no traitor.

And somewhere out there, Myac is still hunting them both.

Happy reading!

Breaking the Silence & Book News

It’s been quiet here since early February (cue crickets). February itself was simply lost time due to a bad bout of flu that turned into pneumonia and put me in the ER a few times. Three actually, but I'm better now.

Now I’m making up for lost time with several book projects, two of which I’d like to share with you now.

More Clockwork Cat!

The sequel to The Girl and the Clockwork Cat should be coming out this year if all goes according to plan. Due to the red tape of traditional publishing, I don’t have a release date yet, but I promise to share as soon as I have something solid to offer (including an official title).

Something New!

Having experienced the world of traditional publishing with all its ups and downs and learned a great deal in the process, I am now exploring the world of self-publishing with my Forbidden Things fantasy series.

Taking this project on has sucked up massive quantities of time. Even with all the things I learned working with a publisher, the learning curve for self-publishing is steep. There are many things that I was aware of and even had a hand in with my publisher that I am now managing myself. Quality writing and editing are critical, but there are so many other things necessary to make a book that will draw people in and keep them coming back for more. You need great copyediting, cover art, interior design and formatting, promotion, and much more. You even have to get your own ISBN and bar codes! Every time I accomplished something, there was something new I hadn’t thought of yet waiting around the corner.

I’m happy to say that I am finally far enough in the process to announce that Forbidden Things book one: Dissident will be coming out in early July. Watch for a cover reveal in June. I am now deep into edits on books two and three and hope that taking these on myself will allow me to keep a more aggressive publishing schedule.

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In other news:

We saw Mad Max: Fury Road the other day. As long as you aren’t offended by violence, I strongly recommend this move. If nothing else, it is worth seeing for the amazing visuals and the creepy way it sucked me in so I didn’t know how ice cold my toes were until it ended. It’s a non-stop action extravaganza with almost no dialogue that somehow fits in some compelling emotional moments.

Now to finish some promotional work on Forbidden Things book one before I succumb to the temptation of The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt again.

Happy reading, writing, watching, playing or whatever tickles your fancy!

Making Monsters and Dancing Spiders

I'm excited to announce that another of my short stories, Making Monsters, is now available through

Making Monsters

Shai is a girl who has nothing in a world run by men. Her parents are gone. She has no lineage to brag about. No future to hope for. Only her brother keeps her safe, but even he isn't willing to stand up to Kurth, the leader of their little band. Not when it comes to keeping Kurth's hands of off her and not now, when he should be disputing the older boy's plans to involve them all in a dangerous heist.

Shai knew the heist would go terribly wrong and, when it does, she is the one to pay the price. Only this time, what promised to be a tragic end brings her together with a woman secretly practicing magic, a craft forbidden to her gender. The encounter will give Shai the strength and freedom she needs to turn the tables on Kurth, but she may have to abandon her humanity in the process.




In other news, the sequel to The Girl and the Clockwork Cat went to the publisher this week. Fingers crossed they like it and we can get it on track for publication soon. Now I’m ready to start editing another project, assuming I can decide which other project to work on.

Lastly, for anyone who still doubts me when I say jumping spiders are the cutest things, take a gander at this (brought to my attention by the wonderful @ViolaFury).

Happy writing and reading!

Pacific Northwest Writers Blog Hop

I had a different post planned for today, but I was hit up by fellow Pacific NW author Michael G. Munz, author of Zeus Is Dead and several other novels (learn more about his books here) for the Pacific Northwest Writers Blog Hop. Not only did this sound like fun, but it bumps my other post to next week, freeing me from coming up with a new idea. procrastinate So Here's my contribution to the hop...

1) What am I working on?

My immediate goal is to finish editing the second book in the Clockwork Cat series and get that to my agent by the end of October. Why the end of October? Because we all know what November is.


TheGirlWiththeClockworkCat-NikkiMcCormack-500x750[2]I know a lot of authors aren't into the NaNoWriMo write 50,000 words in a month thing. I love it! I won't wax eloquent on why here, I've done that in several blog posts previously. If you really want to know why I love it you can learn more on some of those old posts (My NaNoWriMo Tips and Lessons Learned and Confessions of a NaNoWriMo Addict (and Lessons Learned)). For a short answer, The Girl and the Clockwork Cat started life as a NaNoWriMo novel and that alone is reason enough for me to keep doing it. I already know what I'm writing this year and, after all the editing and book promotion, I'm dying to get started.

2) How does my work differ from others in its genre?

In the Young Adult category, I think having a really strong female protagonist without having a heavy romance is fairly unusual. In all my work, I like to establish the women as self-sufficient and strong before I let them get too involved in romance that might take away from their own self-discovery.

November Silence: Head Down in the Steampunk NovelOn the steampunk side of things, the low-key gradual development of that technology throughout the series is also uncharacteristic of that genre. It has been a source of disappointment for some readers who are heavy steampunk devotees, but hopefully I can win them over by the end.

3) Why do I write what I do?

I love working in fantasy and science fiction, mostly because there is boundless opportunity to explore creativity while still giving ample opportunity to research and learn. In The Girl and the Clockwork Cat, for example, I spent days researching Victorian London and learning everything I could about that time, but the fact that it is fantasy gave me the ability to take what I learned and turn it into something new.

4) How does my writing process work?

I do actually outline in a sense, but not in the typical sense. When I get an idea, I bounce it around in my head for a while. When I have a good feel for my primary character(s) and I know, at the very least, what their goals are and where I want the book to start and end, I begin making notes and sketching out pivotal scenes. Sometimes I'll rough out a more detailed timeline, but most of the time I let that information live in my head and start writing, allowing it the story to move dynamically while I work. And there you have it. My contribution to the Pacific NW Blog Hop. Don't forget to drop by Michael G. Munz and follow through to some of the other authors on the blog hop.

Now to keep the blog hopping I'm passing the torch to another Pacific Northwest author.

CDevine_Headshot41414_smCeejae Devine

Ceejae Devine focuses on personal spiritual experiences, which is something she never imagined she’d be doing because she’s not religious and she doesn’t fit most people’s ideas about what it means to be spiritual. She is a feminist and a single parent with two daughters who are both strong in art, math and science. Ceejae spends most of her time following thoughts to see where they lead, and she’s been making surprising discoveries. She is currently fine tuning her memoir and developing a mini-book called “Critical Revelations About Contemporary Spirituality.”

Ceejae's links: Facebook, Twitter, Website


The Dreaded In-Betweens

One of the most frustrating things I deal with as a writer (this is in terms of writing and editing, not the process of actually getting our work published) is the ominous in-between stage. It’s that moment (or seemingly endless period of subsequent moments) after I am done with a book (all the way done) and I need to start work on the next project. I must write new material sometimes because I go a little batty and become something of a monster to live with if I don’t. I mean REALLY batty.

However, I also have four completed novels waiting for additional editing (not including the three that are sequels to books my agent already has), eight novels that are partially written and placed on hold for assorted reasons (two of these are also sequels), a novella awaiting editing and numerous rough outlines for other novel ideas. These are all books I want to bring to completion and send out into the world. The problem is deciding which one’s next?


The process goes something like this: I’ll start to work on one, then something in that book or in my daily life will make me thing of a different one and I suddenly find myself yearning to finish that one next. It’s almost as if my characters are in my head battling for my attention. It’s a cerebral Thunderdome and THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE!

Yeah guys, I just did that.

Do I force the issue or wait until someone wins? Writers, do you suffer this problem? If so, how do you deal with it?

Walking in my Protagonist's Shoes

Big Ben's Tower

As promised, I am posting some of my trip to London where my novel The Girl and the Clockwork Cat takes place. Since the setting for the novel is alternate history (steampunk Victorian London) modified for the purposes of the story many things don’t look the same as they did in my protagonist’s time and some things never looked the way they do in the novel. Still, getting a chance to walk down many of the same streets and see some of the places my protagonist would have seen was a magical experience. In spite of being jet-lagged and sick, I don't think we ever stopped walking.

Jet-lagged and sick in the Tower of London.Pretending there isn't a creepy old operating table behind me.

Walking the streets my protagonist walked in the novel also had the comforting effect of proving that none of the distances she covered were unreasonable. Since she makes her dubious living as a pickpocket, she doesn't have the means to pay for transportation much of the time. I did considerable research on the distances, but on paper, things don’t always work the same as they do in reality.

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Much of London’s history butts right up against the modern city, as you’ll see in many photos. In spite of this, you can still get a great feel for what the city looked like in Victorian times.

Tower of London across the water.A pocket of history.

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ParliamentTower of London

And, because I write science fiction and fantasy, I felt it only appropriate to pay homage to Douglas Adams while I was in the area.

Douglas Adams - Writer

Happy adventuring!

The Next Big Thing and the No Kiss

I was all ready to do my No Kiss Blog Fest entry (due today), then I was tagged by the wicked Tod McCoy (who’s really quite a pleasure to be around when he isn’t signing me up for extra work) for The Next Big Thing Blog Hop (also due today). The most logical thing seemed to be to combine these two into one post. The book I am working on is Clockwork Cat book three, but I’m going to focus on the Clockwork Cat series as a whole for the Next Big Thing and snag the almost kiss from book one of another series. Without further delay, here is my entry for The Next Big Thing Blog Hop followed by the much-anticipated (let me delude myself – I’m happy that way) entry for the No Kiss Blog Fest.

  1. What is the working title of your book? Book three has no official title yet, it’s just book three. The first book is The Girl and the Clockwork Cat so Clockwork Cat has naturally become the series title.
  2. Where did the idea come from for the book? The series started with an idea I had during a writer’s conference. I’ve gone into that in detail in Writing the Right Book so I’ll let you read that if you want to.
  3. What genre does your book fall under?  I call it Young Adult steampunk, though the steampunk elements are not that heavy, especially in book one, which is almost more of a Young Adult alternate history. As the series progresses, the steampunk elements play more of a role.
  4. Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?  No clue. They are unique in my head and, at this point, I’d rather keep them that way.
  5. What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book? I don’t have one that encompasses the series, but this is one of the less horrible versions I came up with for book one: After finding a cat with an unusual clockwork leg, Maeko discovers just how much a London street rat can accomplish when she decides to protect the cat and prove the innocence of a friend’s family by pursuing a murder investigation through the squalid streets of the city.
  6. Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency? The books are represented by Emily Keyes of L. Perkins Agency.
  7. How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript? The first draft of book one I wrote for NaNoWriMo 2010. Book two I wrote for NaNo in 2012. Book three has taken longer because I set it aside and rehashed some of the plot, which will now require a bit of rewriting before I finish the first draft.
  8. What other books would you compare this story to within your genre? Honestly, I’m not sure. It sticks more to the lower key alternate history style of steampunk in the nature of The Difference Engine by William Gibson and Bruce Sterling, but with more of a high-stakes adventure pacing… and a cat.
  9. Who or What inspired you to write this book? Again, it was something said at a writer’s conference in conjunction with music from a Steampunk event I’d been to prior to the conference (oh, and a conversation with my mom in which the cat with the clockwork leg came to life and cemented the deal).
  10. What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest? The main character, a half-Japanese girl surviving as a pickpocket in the streets of London, is a vibrant and determined individual who really seems to capture my readers. Also, everyone loves the cat.

Now, I shall tag these authors to answer the same questions for next Wednesday:

But that’s not all. Here, for your reading pleasure and for the No Kiss Blog Fest is an “almost” kiss from the first book in my dark fantasy series. It wasn’t easy to find one of these scenes. Apparently, I'm not much for “almost” kissing.

Perhaps it was her insatiable curiosity as a reporter, but she was strangely reluctant to leave him now that safety was so close. “I… I don’t understand.”

“What if I told you I intend to kill you now?”

“I…” she hesitated, torn between instinct and ingrained fear.

“Do not think about your answer. Say what you feel.” His eyes held her captive.

“For some reason, I wouldn’t believe you.”

He smiled and Dark swirled around him, giving a sinister, yet deliciously forbidden allure to the expression.

“I don’t understand,” she repeated. “I thought Dark sovereigns were dangerous. I thought they… tortured people.”

He stepped in close to her. “We are very dangerous,” he whispered, his lips so close to hers that she could feel the breath of his words tickle across them. “Sometimes, we just are not in the mood to play.”

“The dress,” she muttered, looking down at the gown she wore to escape his intense gaze and focus on anything other than the longing now raging through her.

“Wear it when you return.” His hands slid up her arms to her shoulders. “You are trembling again. Are you afraid now?”

“No,” she breathed.

His lips brushed hers, almost more of a caress than a kiss. Then he stepped back, releasing her, and the Dark folded around him. In an instant, she was alone.

Savoring the lingering tingle of his light kiss, she licked her lips and tasted blood on them. It had the familiar coppery tang, but was unusually sweet. She ran her tongue over her lips again, searching for a cut that would explain the blood. Again, she tasted the copper-sweet tang and licked it away, finding no wound beneath. The wound inside her lip from her fall had long since stopped bleeding. This wasn’t from that. Odd.

Swallowing the taste of coppery sweetness, she turned to go inside and stopped mid-step. A chill ran through her. What had Syberis told her?

The cat’s voice whispered through her memory. “We are bound in hisss blood.”

Book Review: Stormdancer by Jay Kristoff

You might think it was the awesome cover art or the kickass idea of a Japanese inspired steampunk novel that drew me to Stormdancer by Jay Kristoff, but I can honestly say that it was something else entirely. What drew me to the novel was the author himself. I stumbled upon Jay on Twitter and followed the link to his blog. As soon as I started reading, Jay’s cheeky humor and witty turn of phrase had me grinning like a fool. I knew immediately that, if his writing voice carried even a tiny glimmer of the voice that came across in his blog, I would enjoy reading his book. Unfortunately, the book wasn’t coming out in the U.S. until September 18th, but with a little persistence pursuing a variety of possibilities, I eventually obtained an advanced reader copy (ARC).

There is one aspect of the book I adored that not everyone may love (though I think anyone could appreciate the refreshing departure from the norm). The book is Japanese inspired, so the cultural influences, martial aspects, and array of Japanese names/words all sang to that part of me that is in love with Japanese martial arts, language, and history. I stumbled over name pronunciation less in this book than I do in a lot of fantasy and science fiction, which was surprisingly pleasant.

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Yes, that was really awful. Stormdancer has nothing in common with this.

Whether or not you are a fan of the Japanese inspired aspects of the novel, however, it still has plenty for you to enjoy.

Jay weaves us into his dark, gritty world with a captivating tapestry of description that blossoms around the characters as they move through the story. With every sentence, the world becomes more vivid and real. I started the story floundering along, gazing in wonder at this foreign world, then, before I knew what had happened, I was choking down poisoned air with the hiss and clank of steam-powered machinery moving around me.

The protagonist, Yukiko, is one of the best strong females characters I’ve read. She’s smart, determined, a bit stubborn, and not once does she give in and become the damsel in distress that so many heroines seem to melt into at some point, not even when facing that samurai with the amazing green eyes. At the same time, she is still very obviously female, something that can become lost when an author is too intent on making their women strong.

Complex relationships, like the setting, slowly blossom throughout the story. At every turn, the characters reveal new depths to their personalities through their interactions with the people and the world around them. Yukiko’s burgeoning relationship with the thunder tiger, Buruu, and the way that relationship changes them both is worth the price of admission by itself, but you also get deeper and deeper glimpses into Yukiko’s tumultuous relationship with her father and their tragic past that make it impossible not to feel for these characters. Jay extends that complexity of character down to even the bit players in the story, bringing the world to life through their emotions and experiences.

At the end, there were still many unanswered questions. Enough to make me want to know what happens next and look forward to rejoining the characters in the second book, but I was satisfied with the ending Jay gives this first book in his trilogy.

Overall, I would recommend this book to anyone who ever had an itch to fly on a griffon’s back (seriously, if you don’t think that’d be cool, there’s something wrong with you). Or perhaps you can be enticed by the urge to wield a chainsaw katana (not joking here). In case you aren't convinced, here is the book trailer for Stormdancer, releasing September 18th in the US and September 13th in the UK.


Happy reading!

Playing: Missed Part 2

This post is a continuation of the story I put up in October of last year, Playing with Action Scenes. To get the full story, you'll have to jump back there. I hope to make this more of a regular feature going forward, but it is just me playing with a story I dreamed up. The level of polish isn't what I would send to a publisher, but I have three other books I'm trying to finish editing that I do intend to submit, so I apologize for any imperfections. With all that editing, I desperately needed to do a little creating. I hope you enjoy it. Cheers!

Missed Part 2

Asoka woke to pain. Her head pounded as if it lay under a blacksmith's hammer. Her shoulders screamed and her wrists ached within the tight binds that held them behind her back. The injured ribs throbbed, worse because she’d been left lying on that side. She opened her eyes slowly, or one of them anyway. The other was gummed shut.

She lay on the stone floor inside one of the tower arches. The stormer with the hazel eyes sat in a chair a few feet away binding a strip of cloth tightly around his thigh where her dagger had sunk in. Blood already stained the fabric. His helmet sat beside him, his long dark hair still neatly bound up. A dark blue tattoo on his temple marked him as Inan nobility, obligated to serve in The Divinity’s army for a paltry five years in exchange for lands of his own and a title.

Rage swept through her and she twisted her body around. The wound in his leg slowed his reaction and she kicked as he stood, striking home on the bloody bandage. He dropped to one knee, grabbing the wound with one hand as the other swung out, backhanding her in the jaw and knocking her head into the stone. Blackness swept over her again.


Something cold trickled over her face. An arm held her propped in a reclined sit. Fingers touched her cheek. Asoka turned her head, sinking her teeth into flesh. The stormer grunted and shoved her away. When she slammed into the stone this time, she curled forward, keeping her throbbing head out of harm’s way. Her ankles were also bound now.

“By Agar’s blood, don’t you ever stop?”

His shout lanced through her head and she moaned. Her one cooperative eye opened and snapped shut again against the bright flame of a torch.

“I was trying to clean the blood off so you could open that eye.”

She opened the one eye again, squinting in the light, and glared at him. He was sopping water from a puddle outside the edge of the tower arch and using it to rinse the fresh bite wound. When he finished, he bound the wound, using his teeth and free hand to pull the knot tight.

She spit away the taste of his blood. “The noble’s flesh is soft and foul,” she hissed.

He narrowed his eyes at her. “You’re the one lying tied on the stone. A disgrace to your order.”

To the order, she was dead the moment she took the uniform and the horse and stole away into the night to seek vengeance. She snorted disdain then winced at the resulting pain in her ribs.

He shook his head. His pitying look made her blood boil and her skin burn.

“Do you want me to clean your face or not?”

“Touch my face and I’ll kill you.”

“Have it your way.” He threw the wet cloth at her and it slapped down heavy and cold on her chest.

She turned slowly, wary of her injuries, and let the cloth fall off. Her fingers itched to pick it up. It would be nice to open both eyes. Perhaps if she inched her way out into the rain.

“Who sent you?”

“I told you. No one.”

“You’re lying.”

She stared out at the pouring rain beyond the shelter of the arch. He moved quickly this time for someone with a knife wound in the thigh. His hand closed on the back of her collar, the ridges in the gauntlet pressing into her neck, and he dragged her out into the rain, dumping her in the shallow puddle. She curled onto her good side, letting the rain spatter on the blood gummed eyelashes and opening her lips to the trickle of fresh water. The stormer limped back under the arch.

Pummeling rain gradually rinsed the eye enough for her to open it, but it also saturated her armor, sinking through to the skin and showing no sign of letting up. She started to shiver more and more violently, a sinister chill sinking deep inside her, reaching for her core. The shivering made the pain in her side flare so that she could think of little else, at least until she began to feel numb. Her fingers and toes began to lose feeling. She would’t ask him to help her. Better to die of hypothermia.


“Tristan!” Tristan groaned, struggling up from a sticky fog of sleep into a cold, painful reality. Someone shook his shoulders.

“Agar’s blood! I thought you were dead. What happened here?”

Tristan opened his eyes to his brother’s face, silhouetted by the grey light of early morning. He turned to the side. Someone else lay nearby, a distinctly feminine figure dressed in black armor, her hands and ankles bound, her fine features softened by sleep and pale as snow. Too pale perhaps. Was she sleeping or…

“The rain stopped,” he muttered. His mouth was dry. The words came out thick and slow like cold molasses.

Jeygar grinned and offered a hand to help him up. Then he clapped him on the shoulder, nearly knocking him down again. “You defeated a Koteki assassin, Tristan. That’s one hell of an accomplishment.”

Tristan put a hand on Jeygar’s shoulder and leaned most of his weight into him. The injured leg didn’t want to support him and his bitten hand throbbed, not to mention the ach through his upper chest and shoulders from the impact of her saddle-cannon shot. He felt more like the defeated than the defeater.

“Course, I imagine the Divinity would have preferred that you'd taken her alive.”

Something twisted in Tristan’s chest when he looked down at the still figure. “Is she dead?”

Jeygar helped him to the chair. “She’s got a weak pulse. Looks like she spent most of the night in the rain. Probably inched her way out after you fell asleep in an effort to get away.”

Not exactly. Tristan stared at the woman. After several seconds, he caught the slight movement of her chest when she breathed.

“I doubt she’d make it halfway to the palace in her condition. Take my horse and get your wounds seen to. Send someone back with him once you get there and I’ll continue on foot for now. I doubt I’ll find anyone alive in the other towers if she made it this far.”

Tristan moved his gaze from the woman, the assassin, to the sturdy gelding now itching its face on one foreleg. “Give me your jacket.”

Jeygar tilted his head, giving him a puzzled look. “It’ll be too tight for you in the shoulders.”

“Give it to me.” Tristan shoved a hand out in demand.

Jeygar shrugged the jacket off and handed it over.

Tristan got to his feet and began to limp out of the tower arch, waving away his brother’s offer of assistance. He sank down gracelessly next to the woman and lay the coat down, rolling her gently onto it.

“I wouldn’t bother. She’s as good as dead.”

Tristan ignored him. He reached for the dagger at his hip. It wasn’t there. He had a fuzzy recollection of her kicking it from his hand. He reached down drew the one from his boot, using it to cut the ropes binding her hands and feet.

“Are you mad! She’s Koteki!”

Tristan scowled over his shoulder. “A nearly dead one. You said the Divinity would like her alive. I aim to get her there that way.”

“Why does it matter now?”

Yes. Why?

That was obvious, wasn’t it? “I never found out who hired her. If we can keep her alive, we’re far more likely to get the information out of her than out of the guild.”

Jeygar threw up his hands and turned away.

Tristan used the sleeves to tie the jacket around her. She packed some incredible power for such a slight thing. He lifted her, groaning with the pain in his leg. “Here, take her for a minute.”

Jeygar grumbled something under his breath, but he accepted the limp bundle in his arms and stood, still grumbling, while Tristan struggled painfully into the saddle. At his gesture, Jeygar passed the woman up, helping situate her in front of him on the saddle.

“I’ll send a rider back with your horse.”

Jeygar nodded once, his eyes pinched with irritation. “And I’d like my jacket back.”

Tristan clucked the horse, finding it near impossible to squeeze his legs with the knife wound. His head spun when the animal started moving. Wouldn’t it be just his luck to fall off now? The woman’s weight shifted as they moved into a trot pressing painfully on the injured leg.

He ground his teeth. Somehow, it seemed inevitable that he would suffer every moment she was with him.

Fun with Reading: Eleven Questions

I have several blog posts I want to get out, but it seems as if there is never enough time to write them. Today is no exception. Fortunately, YA and middle grade writer Tami Clayton recently tagged me in the Eleven Questions game, which gets me off the hook for a few days on getting my other blog posts written. Thanks Tami! Here are the game rules:

  1. Post the rules.
  2. Answer the questions.
  3. Pass the questions on to eleven other bloggers by tagging and linking to them in our post.
  4. Let them know they’ve been tagged.

Now for the questions.

1. If you could live in a fictional world, where would that be?

If the question said fictional universe, I might go for traveling around discovering new places in the universe of Dan Simmons' Hyperion or C.S. Friedman’s In Conquest Born. If I have to choose one world, however, then I would probably go with Anne McCaffrey’s Pern. How can you pass up riding a dragon?

2. Do you prefer to read Fiction or non-fiction?

Fiction. I only tend to read non-fiction when I am researching for one of my books (which is fairly often, now that I think about it).

3. Do you read in noisy or quiet places?

I am definitely a quiet place reader. If there is a lot of background noise, like on an airplane, then I need an exceptionally good book or some headphones. I can read with music playing.

4. Do reviews influence your choice of reads?

I don’t have a lot of time to read, so I am more likely to go pick up a book that gets good reviews from people who have similar tastes on places like Goodreads.

5. Audio books or paperbacks?

Paperback. I don’t drive enough to do audiobooks and I don’t tend to pay as much attention to them if I can be doing something else. A paperback occupies my hands so I can’t be doing other things.

6. What was the first book you remember reading?

That is hard. If we get out of, say, Golden Books, then the first book I can really remember the author and title of was Birth of the Firebringer by Meredith Ann Pierce. I read a lot before that. That one just stuck with me because it gave me my first book idea and started me writing.

7. Favorite author?

I don’t know that I have one favorite author. I think George R.R. Martin is one of the most talented authors in recent history. I have always loved the work of C.S. Friedman and she is a role model of mine as a woman who has made a name for herself in both science fiction and fantasy writing. Meredith Ann Pierce will always have a special place in my heart for starting me off on this insane journey.

8. Classic or Modern Novels?

I read mostly modern fantasy and science fiction, though I do branch out to other fiction based on recommendations and occasional whims. Periodically I dive into our big collection of classics as well.

9. Have you ever met your favorite author?

Sadly, I haven’t met any of the favorites on my list.

10. Book groups or solitary reading?

I read alone. Book groups would be driven mad by my pace. It takes me a while, since I only read at breakfast. Although, every now and then, when something really grabs me by the throat, I will read it in a day or two.

11. If you could read only one book for the rest of your life, what would it be?

That is a hard question, especially given how much of what I read is written in trilogies. I’m going to cheat just a little here, since I have this trilogy in a single book, and pick The Last Herald-Mage trilogy by Mercedes Lackey. Read it. It is amazing.

I’m going to cheat again and skip the tagging of 11 more people because most of the people in my circles seem to have already been tagged. However, if you’d like a tag, I’d love to see your answers, so let me know in the comments and I’ll throw in a tag section later.

What book would you read for the rest of your life?

Happy reading!