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Author Craft / Completed story
« on: December 19, 2012, 07:08:08 AM »
I have finished writing a story for little kids. Age 4 to 8ish Originally performed live, I have now written it in a child book script. I am now working on preparing a Kickstarter proposal to raise the funds for an artist to illustrate it and publish it.

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Author Craft / Novel versus novelette
« on: December 18, 2012, 07:00:16 PM »
So what are people's thoughts about this? Jim put out a novelette not too long ago, and once upon a time novelettes were in vogue but have since fallen out of favor. I am working on a scene that is most likely going into my novel, but with a little bit of effort the scene could easily be expanded into a short story or possibly a novelette.

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Author Craft / An unexpected conversation
« on: December 10, 2012, 04:14:41 AM »
This is an excerpt from my current novel.

   The fire I had lit in the fireplace finally grew enough to throw off some decent heat. I stripped off my coat and hung it on a chair back near there so it would dry out, and I could feel the heat begin warming and drying my soaked pant legs and shoes. After several minutes I stopped shivering from the cold. I looked out the window as the hurricane raged. The wind was doing an impressive job of bending the trees this way and that as it changed direction erratically, and I could hear the rain striking the roof, walls, and window as it too was driven around.
   It would not be surprising at all that someone would be able to sneak up on me with all the noise. But the person that belonged to the voice that came from nowhere would have been able to do it, even if it were as silent as a grave. Being able to just appear, rather than having to walk, can do that.
      “What a pleasant evening.” The voice said with a hint of humor.
     My heart jumped, and my breath stopped, but I did manage to stop short of letting out an undignified scream. And aside from spinning around quickly I also managed not to jump out of my sopping wet shoes.
   The man standing there was tall, at least 6’4”. He was well built without being bulky. His hair was dark and curly and would have hung down to his shoulders if it were straight. His complexion was a dark olive, and his eyes were the blue of an early morning sky. He was dressed in black slacks and black dress shoes, with a burgundy dress shirt buttoned to the top, though he did not wear a tie. He stood very casually with his hands in his pockets. And he was completely dry.
     “Lucifer.” I said, moving careful away from the window and putting my back to a solid wall.
     “Thomiel.” He responded. Keeping his hands in his pockets, and an amused look on his face.
     “Decided to show up and keep me from stopping Thursiel?” I asked
     “Quite the contrary. I am here to help you.” He said, still looking amused.
     “I find that hard to believe.” I said skeptically.
     “And why is that?” he asked
     “If the seal is broken your army will nearly double in size. That is a lot of fire power.” I replied
     “True. But there is however, a serious flaw in your reasoning.” He told me.
     “And what is that?” I asked him.
     “It is the same flaw that you have had since the very beginning of your involvement in this affair.” He said, still very amused. “It is the same flaw that everyone has had since the moment that Abordast and his legion was first imprisoned.”
     “I still don’t see what you are talking about.” I admitted.
     Lucifer shook his head and chuckled softly. “Perhaps being Misborn and spending all that time as a human has clouded your wits.” He said.
     “Spare me.” I told him. “No one on your side of things is going to understand, or admit if they do. If you have something to say just spit it out, or go ahead and kill me.”
     “Please. It has been far too long since I have been able to have a civilized conversation with someone. My own followers spend all their time trying to suck up to me. None of our brothers and sisters still with our Father will give me the time of day, or Night for that matter. The moment they see me they either attack me out of reflex, or run like mad.”
     “Can you blame them?” I asked, still trying to figure out just what flaw in reasoning he could be hinting at. Lucifer had always been like that. He was gifted far above most of the rest of us with reason, intelligence, and wit. Before he let it go to his head he used it in very creative and entertaining ways. His music was inspired (literally), and his riddles complex. We could spend eons in the old days trying to figure one of them out. But I was not particularly amused at this moment. And I did not have eons to figure out what he was talking about.
     “I suppose not.” He agreed. “Still, I am not always looking for a fight. Nor am I here to kill you.”
     “Right. You’re here to help me.” I said, a little sarcastically.
     “That is correct.” He said smiling, not rising to my baiting. He was apparently enjoying himself too much for that.
     “Fine. I give up. What is the fatal flaw in my reasoning?” I asked.
     “You and everyone else have always assumed it was our Father who imprisoned Abordast.” He said. And grinned even larger when he saw my eyes widen and I again held my breath.
     “But if He didn’t then who…” and then I stopped and stared at him as he slowly bowed his head, never taking his eyes off of me.
     He stood there grinning as my head spun with what he had just told me. For several millennia everyone, angels and humans alike, at least those few humans who knew anything, had assumed that God had been the one to imprison Abordast and his legion for their rebellion, the same way that he had cast Lucifer and his out of Heaven. My brain had to do a quantum shift as it accepted what I had just been told.
     “But why would you do that? It cut your numbers in half!” I said
     Lucifer moved over towards the fire and willed a comfortable leather covered wingback chair into existence. He motioned me to the creaky wooden chair I had hung my coat on as he sat down. He crossed his legs, rested his elbows on the armrests and laced his fingers together in front of his chest. After I moved over and sat down, listening to the chair protest as if it would fall apart under me, he leaned back into his chair and started to speak.
     “First, Abordast was an Archangel the same as myself, with power of a similar nature. He may have agreed with me at first, but he would not easily or willingly give me over all authority for long. I certainly would not agree to him being in command either. So sooner or later he and I would have had a falling out. His legion was loyal to him, as mine was to me. At least mostly,” he stopped for a moment and gave me a look of hatred so intense that I thought my heart would burst into flames from the sheer force of it. Then just as suddenly his amused look returned. “So imprisoning him alone would not have done much good.”
     “There are enough wild cards already in play in this game with the Shriekers roaming around. As well as you Misborn complicating matters from time to time. Not to mention my former brothers and their legions opposing me. Abordast was just one too many, and since I had the means to take him out of play. I did.” He explained.

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Community Cork Board / Free Viking Story
« on: December 10, 2012, 02:44:29 AM »
Some of you may remember that I am a professional story teller. For those who may have never heard any of my stories, here is the very first story. I set up this link as a free sample for my story cd. http://skaldic.com/skaldic-sample.mp3

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Site Suggestions & Support / New Aine artwork T-shirts?
« on: September 24, 2009, 04:38:45 AM »
Not sure if this is the right place to post this question but......

Just wondering when we are going to be able to buy t-shirts with Aine's artwork of the Eldest Gruff? Seems like there was a lot of enthusiasm and then it just vanished.

Priscellie? Iago? Mickey? Anyone? Just wondering....

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Site Suggestions & Support / Not receiving reply notifications
« on: March 16, 2009, 09:58:34 PM »
All of a sudden I am not getting any notifications of replies in threads that I am subscribed to. Not sure why?

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Author Craft / Request for Feedback
« on: March 04, 2009, 11:22:52 PM »
Okay, I know I am asking for it. What do you think?

I'm not supposed to be dead. At least that is what I keep telling myself. Someone made a really big mistake somewhere. Because the last thing anyone should have wanted to do was kill me. You see I am far more dangerous when I am dead than when I am alive. Not making sense to you huh? Well that is going to take a while to explain. But being dead I have all the time I need.
   You see I am an angel. Or rather I was once. I made a rather large mistake a few eons ago and listened to a fella named Lucifer. Next thing I know I had a rather abrupt address change. Humans throughout history have made a rather big deal out of the "War in Heaven". Believe me it wasn't as grand or dramatic as you might think. Once an angel has lost the Word, he isn't nearly as tough as he was before. At least not compared to other angels still in the Bosses' good graces. Hey, I made a funny.
   Once those of us who were stupid enough, or deluded enough, made the decision to oppose the Will of the Word, it was pretty much a foregone conclusion. Michael and the rest just did the mopping up and we were gone.
   So we were cast out, or down, or choose your own adjective. What happened next may surprise some of you. As you already know quite a few set out to do what they could to make things miserable for mankind. You see that group blamed man for a lot of things. Much like a child who has been caught doing something wrong tries to blame someone else. So they spend their time corrupting those they can, trying to prove to the Word that they are not to blame, and should be allowed to come home. No big surprise that He isn't buying it.
   Most of the rest not causing trouble are pretty much just sitting around feeling sorry for themselves. Wailing, moaning, and making a lot of noise. Or are wandering around in a lost state of shock. Withdrawn and morose. Believe me as bad as the first crowd is, the last thing you want to do is somehow manage to grab the attention of either of these kind of guys. They are just itching to take out their frustrations on anyone or anything. No plan. No restraint. Just mindless fury. It can get very messy.
   Then there are the few like me that realized just how stupid they had been, and tried to make amends. And this is where it gets tricky.
   Humans have a savior. Someone to pay for the sins they commit. All they have to do is truly feel remorse for their short comings, repent, and ask for forgiveness and they can go straight to the head of the line. No ticket. No waiting. Just get on the ride and away they go.
   Angels don't get it so easy. You see, we weren't supposed to need a savior. We were brought into existence by the Will of the Word. Created perfect as instruments of His Will. To aid in the building and management of creation. And we exist in the Light of His Word. It lives within us. Even in those of us stupid enough to question the Word. For all of time we lived within that perfect clarity. Within the certainty of His thought. It was when He created man that things went a bit crazy.
       Now I can't speak to why Lucifer acted the way he did. Humans have some notion that it was through conceit or arrogance. You may not believe it but angels don't get to read each others minds. We might be able to do that to lesser beings, but not each other. All I can tell you is my reaction. I was jealous. Yep. That has to be the right word. Jealous. Here I was. A perfect being. Living in the Light of His Word. One of his right hand men, so to speak. And then He up and creates a being to be one with him. In his image. A being with a soul and free will. Who would be raised above me. After all this time, and all the work I had done I was being replaced!
Boy was I stupid.
      First off. Guess who also had free will? Yep. That would be me, and all the rest of the idiots. If we didn't, how could we even think of rebelling? If you don't have any choices than how can you make a choice? Got your head spinning yet? Then to make me feel even more stupid I forgot something. All this divine power. All this experience and wisdom and I forgot something. God is Love. Unlimited, all encompassing, immeasurable, Love. He created man AND angels to have someone to share that Love with. He loves everyone and everything, everywhere. All at the same time and all at once. So if it is immeasurable, how can he Love one thing more than another? You can't imagine how long it took me to finally realize that.
       And as for the soul part. Do you know what a soul is? It is a spark of creation. A bit of the Will and the Word. It gives life to man and allows him to share in the Love of God. And it lives on after the shell of flesh has perished, to "exist in the Light of his Word". Sound familiar? There are a lot of humans who have said that angels have no soul. But the truth is, that is all we are. We didn't need to live in the physical world and learn all of this first hand. We were given that knowledge right from the start. And some of us blew it. And some of us asked for forgiveness and are trying to get back home.
       Which brings me to my current predicament. You see as I said before, fallen angels do not have anyone to pay for our sins. We weren't supposed to need it. But the Word is merciful and gave us an out. Those of us who truly repent are born into the world of man, and work to do what we can to ease the misery caused by our fallen brothers and sisters. The catch? We pretty much have no powers at all in the physical world. The bodies we have are just as frail as anyone elses. We can get sick. We can get hurt. We age. And we die. If we have done enough to earn redemption then we get to come home and resume our former position. If not, well, let's just say none of us really want to know. But there is one caveat. If we are killed by another of the fallen, or due to their connivance, then we are born again into the world of man to try again.
       Now you might think then that the others would have no worry about bumping one of us off. Not so. You see once we are free of the physical shell, we are back on an even footing. With all our powers again. Hence my little comment about being more dangerous when dead. I may not be in the heavy weight division like Lucifer, but I can scrap with the best of the rest. So when one of us "misborn"(as they call us) is around, the "warts" (as we call them. Every try to get rid of a wart?) walk a little softer. 

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Author Craft / How long did it take you to write it?
« on: November 22, 2007, 05:20:29 PM »
I have been working on one particular novel now for nearly ten years. I have a huge amount of respect for authors like Jim that can crank out one or two novels a year. So my question is how long did it take them to write the first one, and how long is it taking YOU to write your first?

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Author Craft / Beowulfdrapa sample
« on: October 21, 2007, 02:58:51 AM »
Just thought I would share a little of my self torture project.

Listen now and learn the
lore of Danish Kings, the
daring deeds of great men
dancing in the steel rain.
Scyld Scefing mighty Jarl
scourge to many tribes lands,
floating free a child was
found on whale's road drifting.

Praise he won and power,
prospered in his new land.
Lord of Spear Danes striking
swiftly, ever flowing
fear among his foes,
fast the honor holding.
Great the grace to him was
granted, wisdom hoarded.

Swiftly does the steed of
sails now ride the Blood of
Ymer, bearing all the
honored ring men able.
Many are the men who
must pay tribute to the
breaker of rings borne to
benches of the mead hall.

Son of Scyld was Beow.
Strong and honored by the
Danes as daring for the
dance of iron, as for
gifts from father granted.
Grand the renown spread to
lands abroad and lords who
love the Danes, or do not.

Yet must Scyld still yield to
yearning of the mead bench.
Valaskjalf will voice, the
valkyires will come, and
with the One-Eye Scyld is
waiting. Einherar for
Ragnarok to rage in
rivers of the burning.

Raised on shoulders round and
rolled with grief, will Scyld now
take the road he traveled,
tossed so long ago
on restless waves. The ring-prowed
reaver waits so eager,
patience wars with purpose.
Proud and tall the bearer.

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Author Craft / Finding an Agent
« on: October 21, 2007, 02:42:35 AM »
I am fairly certain this subject has been addressed before, but I am not finding it. How does one find an agent? I have done the library thing and agent books and that is as much fun and help as a root canal without Novocain. I am working of what would likely be classified as historical fantasy. I am transposing Beowulf into drottkvaet Skaldic Verse, and removing the Christian references as I go. Not an easy thing to do.

So how does one find an agent?

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DFRPG / Weaponry for the RPG
« on: April 11, 2007, 07:22:04 PM »
I started this topic in the Bookclub area and probably should have opened it here. This is the link to what has already been discussed.

http://www.jim-butcher.com/bb/index.php/topic,2547.new.html#new

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