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About Kate Sparkes

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Kate Sparkes was born in Hamilton, Ontario, but now resides in Newfoundland, where she tries not to talk too much about the dragons she sees in the fog. She lives with five cats, two dogs, and just the right amount of humans. USA Today bestselling author of the Bound Trilogy (mature YA Fantasy), Into Elurien, and Vines and Vices. Writing dark, decadent, and deadly Urban Fantasy as Tanith Frost. www.katesparkes.com www.tanithfrost.com

Oh, Autocorrect…

This just made me laugh so hard I had tears rolling down my face. I love you, iPhone.

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EDIT: Just wanted to confirm that this ruined any potential emotional impact of the second act. -_-


WIPpet Wednesday the 27th, in Which Chapter 1 Kicks My Ass

So, the twenty-seventh, is it? If chapter 20 would have been too spoiler-loaded, you can imagine why I won’t be sharing anything from chapter 27 today. Boo. I like that one.

But Chapter 1 has, quite frankly, been kicking my ass lately. I’ve laid awake at night for hours, trying to figure out how to properly introduce Rowan. Aren already got his creepy little moment in the prologue (yes, I’ve decided, it’s staying in the story), so chapter one has to pick up from there. Different character, different mood (though not as different as she’d probably like to think), different voice. Going from magic and bad-guy-ness to a far more mundane place and a girl who thinks the only thing unusual about her is the fact that she doesn’t want the perfect life that’s coming to her.

Pfft. Teenagers.

I loved the previous version of this scene, but it lacked excitement, and we all know that stories aren’t allowed a slow build these days. No, I’m not bitter. And this does bring a major plot point to our attention in a much more interesting way. It’s just these first paragraphs that sit there and laugh at me.

Stupid words.

So here’s where we are now, a WIP in the truest sense of the term, though I’m happier with this now than I’ve been in a long time. It’s an unusual start, maybe, but I like it. This picks up right after the prologue ends; I guess that’s all you need to know.

27 lines (according to Scrivener) for the 27th. Enjoy.


(Chapter 1- Rowan)

Another day done.

Another shift at the library, with the smells of the old paper and new ink, with adventure and romance and tragedy. Another volume of fairy tales sneaked out of the restricted section and hidden deep in my bag; another morning of pretending not to listen to Mr Woorswith reminiscing to his cronies about the wonders and horrors he’d seen when he traveled past the mountains when he was a young man.

Another day of pain.

Another day closer to the next phase of my life, to everything I was supposed to be longing for, to the part where my odd little life would finally begin to line up with what it was supposed to be from the start. Still no closer to figuring out why all of those good things sometimes felt so wrong, though.

My boots scuffed over the cobblestoned street, kicking up dust that swirled in the breeze and settled into a thin layer on the bottom of my skirt. My mother would tell me to lift my face to the world, to take pride in myself, and for goodness sakes just smile a little, but she wasn’t there to bother me, and I could hardly be bothered on my own. A bright ray of sunlight broke through the clouds overhead, and the dull headache that had been building all day pressed harder at the back of my skull. The world swam in front of me, and I paused to take a few deep breaths. You’ll be home soon, I told myself. Just get home, make some heartleaf tea, go to bed, everything will be fine. This thing hasn’t killed you yet, it’s not going to happen now.

From somewhere far away, a clattering noise interrupted my thoughts. Hoofbeats on stone, faster than they should have been. I opened my eyes, but the pain made everything slow; by the time I lifted my head and struggled to understand exactly what was happening, they were almost on top of me: four horses with uniformed riders wearing the king’s colours, armed but not armored. What’s the rush, boys? One of them yelled; I tried to step back against the building behind me, but something wasn’t working. Nothing connected. I closed my eyes again.

A hand grabbed my arm and yanked me away, spinning me out of the road as the horses thundered past. It hurt my shoulder, but that hardly mattered when the pain in my head was screaming louder than it had been before, the dull ache roaring to life, growing sharper when my head snapped sideways on my neck. I pressed my hands to my eyes and leaned into my rescuer. My brother. Who else would have bothered?

When I opened my eyes a few seconds later, Ashe was looking down the street where the riders had disappeared. “Didn’t even look back,” he observed.

“Must have been late for something.” I sat on one of the crates that were stacked outside of the grocer’s store.

“Too late to do any good, that’s for sure.” Ashe scratched at the arm of his blue messenger’s uniform and bent to pick up the papers he’d dropped when he pulled me out of the road. “You OK, Ro?”

“Same old thing,” I said, and tried to smile. “Just need to get home to bed.”

He frowned. “I’ll walk with you.” I started to object, but he held up a hand to stop me. “No, I know. It’s not my fault you’re incompetent, but I’d feel sort of bad about it if something happened to you. I just have to post these on the way.” I stuck my tongue out at him. He laughed, then offered me a hand to help me up. “Come on.”

Hmm, where are those soldiers going? Nothing a nice girl would want to get mixed up in, that’s for sure.

As always, thanks to KL Schwengel for hosting WIPpet Wednesday. If you want to join in, or to check out everyone else’s offerings for this very awkward date, head over here for the links.

Thanks for reading!

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And hey, look what I found at Walmart. 🙂


To Self-Publish, or Not To Self-Publish?

It’s a serious question. Increasingly so, in fact. A few years ago you heard of the odd success story (and even that one was discovered “by chance” and then traditionally published), but that’s just what they were: odd. Self-publishing was the road you took when your book wasn’t good enough to be accepted by a traditional publisher– at least, that was the perception. Still is for most people I know.

And now? Well, now there are people publishing their own work to e-readers and/or print-on-demand companies like CreateSpace and selling hundreds of thousands of copies. Hardly what you’d expect from a book that’s “not good enough,” is it? People are turning down offers from “real” publishers because the benefits of going it alone are very real.

For some people.

This is a tough topic, and I’m working out the questions for myself in this post. Please offer advice in the comments, thoughts, anecdotes, whatever. And to make it all easier to stomach, I’m gonna throw in some pictures of cats. Because I’m nice like that.

I can't work under these conditions.

I can’t work under these conditions.

I always assumed that I’d do things the traditional way. Agent, publisher, edits, publication, see my book on the shelf in Chapters, cry, party. Obviously that’s greatly simplified; I understand the obstacles and the potential (even unavoidable) frustrations.

But as I sit here attempting to polish my quivering blob of a query letter into something more closely resembling a diamond (a feat of alchemy that I’m quite aware may be impossible)**, I wonder whether this is really the way I want to go. Not only is self-publishing becoming a more attractive deal in many ways, but traditional publishing is pulling back, offering less to unproven writers (and even to established writers), and screwing them over, sometimes in epic and permanent ways. So many questions…

  • Do I want to spend the next X number of months begging agents to take a few minutes of their time to look over my work, then waiting for them to attempt to find an editor who likes it, then waiting two frigging years to see my story in print? Because that’s how it goes these days.
  • Do I want to give up control of everything? Am I willing to risk my book going to a publisher who probably won’t put much effort into cover design or promotion, thereby dooming my book to the dreaded midlist for all eternity? It happens.
  • Do I want to face the possibility of being forced to change my book to be a “stand-alone with series potential?” Because that’s all you hear when you read about pitching a book: series potential=awesome, but don’t get ahead of yourself, honey. Nobody wants to hear about a three or 4 book series from an unpublished author when you can’t prove the first one will make good.

You know what? I’m telling a long story. Yes, each book has its own story and character arcs, its own themes, its own beginning, middle, climax and resolution, but they’re all tied together, and the story only gets bigger as it grows. Think more “Hunger Games” than “Nancy Drew.” Do I want to let go of that vision?

Not particularly.

Stop blabbing and pet me. Right meow.

“Stop blabbing and pet me. Right meow.”

But there are problems with going the other way, too. There’s still a stigma attached to self-publishing; people still think it’s second-best, that it’s what you do if you’re not good enough to make it the “real” way. Do I care what people think? If I’m being honest, yes. I do. I shouldn’t, but I do. This is huge for me, this feeling that I need to prove myself this way, but I can’t let it outweigh other considerations.

There’s the fact that I’m not an outgoing, glad-handing, look-at-me, self-promoting entrepreneur. And as anyone who has self-published or indie-published will tell you, promotion is an absolute necessity. People will not find you on their own. You’ve got to make yourself known.

…but again, I’m a new author, unproven, and these days a publisher is probably going to tell me to market my own work, anyway. So that sucks.

There’s also that little issue of me knowing nothing about formatting or cover design, the issue of me not having any friends who are professional editors to barter with for their services, and me not having money to pay for any of these things. Call it being professional, call it investing in yourself and your work… I just don’t have the cash.

It’s enough to make you want to close the computer and use it to gently bash your own brain in.

"Who cares about publishing? I'm an adorable sea otter! Yay!"

“Who cares about publishing? I’m an adorable sea otter! Yay!”

What would this look like if we laid out the benefits of each path? Please feel free to add to either column in the comments:

TRADITIONAL PUBLISHING:

*Someone else takes care of cover design and marketing; professional editing is part of the package.

*A chance to see my book on store shelves. Not as important as it once was from a sales standpoint, but it’s a dream of mine. It’s part of the validation thing, of knowing that my work is good enough to be there, playing with the big kids. Stupid? Probably. But it means something to me.

*Working with an agent means working with someone who knows the business, who knows about foreign rights, etc., who has contacts, dammit!

*E-readers are gaining ground, but most people I know still do their book shopping by browsing in stores. So maybe that point above isn’t so stupid, after all.

*Sales potential- but really only if the publisher decides that my story is the shit and promotes the hell out of it. Otherwise, as far as I can tell, I’m still mostly on my own.

*Might be more likely to get reviews… I’d have to look into that, but most book reviews I read are for traditionally published books. So there’s that.

SELF-PUBLISHING:

*I can still hold a real, paper copy of my book in my hand if I go through CreateSpace, and they’ll help with e-publishing, too… to a point. I don’t think they publish to kobo, but they do Amazon and a few others.

*Potentially being in bookstores means less and less. (But as the author of that piece points out, people aren’t likely to stumble upon you while browsing on Amazon, either)

*Creative control. I still get to tell the story I want to tell (if I can dig up the cash for a good editor), I can make sure the cover kicks ass (if I can dig up the cash for a good designer), I can make sure it’s available everywhere I want it to be (if I can dig up the… you get the picture)

*Greater percentage of profits. Instead of paying an agent 10% and getting a small fraction of every book’s sales because the rest goes to the publisher, the money that comes in would be mine (minus Amazon or whoever’s cut, which is significantly smaller).

*Control over prices. If I want to sell the e-book for $4.99, I can do that. If I want to do a 99-cent promotion, I can do that, too. If a traditional publisher wants to price an ebook at $9.99 where few people will ever consider it, that’s not my call.

*It’s faster. Call me impatient, but I’ve been working on one book for two years; I don’t know whether I want to wait two more (minimum) to see anything happen with it. I could publish on my own schedule, get the next books out when they’re ready and not when a publisher demands them, get short stories into the mix.

*Rights. I’d keep them. All of them.

Seriously?!

Seriously?!

There are people with convincing arguments who are firmly positioned on both sides of the debate. This does not help me at all.

Side A: “Self-publishing is less than the best you can aspire to, and it’s killing the publishing industry. A traditional publisher will find the best work and take care of it. If you’re not good enough to make it the real way (and why else would you resort to self-publishing, you ogre-faced noob?), best to keep your work in a drawer. If you are good enough, why wouldn’t you want to have the power, reach, and experience of a real publishing house behind you?”

Side B: “Side A is full of shit. Traditional publishers don’t care about new authors unless they prove themselves through their own efforts, anyway; all others can fall by the wayside. These days they’re just throwing (insert substance here) at the wall and seeing what sticks. Self-publishing lets you avoid those assholes and reap so many nifty benefits… if you do it right. Oh, and they find the best work? Please. They ‘take care of’ poorly-written-but-popular crap like 50 Shades of Grey, and publish knock-offs of whatever else is selling. They’re not going to take a chance on something different.”

Side C: “Um… hi, what about smaller publishers? Sure, with many of us you might never see your book in print, but we’ll take care of the editing and cover and stuff, and for an e-book-only edition, turnaround time is about a gazillion times quicker than going with a big publisher. Just watch out for anyone trying to give you the worst of both worlds.***”

Thanks, guys.

That helped a lot.

*bashes head in with computer*

** Someone recently said that an author writing a query letter to an agent/editor is like a ballerina being asked to prove her skills with a lap dance. Whole different skill set, and that’s not the only reason the comparison works.

***Footnote to that: Yes, those guys are fixing it. That doesn’t mean someone else won’t try it.


Kobo! Eek!

Forgive my excitement, I’m new to the e-reader thing.

Yes, I finally have an e-reader. No, my books aren’t jealous; we had a little talk about how much I love them, and how no machine will ever take their place in my heart. An e-reader will never feel the same, or smell the same, or give the same experience, but I am excited about it for several reasons.

Most of those reasons are books. Specifically, cheaper books. Also, the ability to carry them around without breaking my shoulder with my bag.

My mom passed her kobo on to me when she got a new kobo mini for her birthday (isn’t that awesome? Thanks, mom!). This newfangled contraption still seems a bit strange; it’s so light, it feels like it’s going to snap in half. It’s like one of those fake TVs they have at Ikea, but it’s real. It works. I know, I have an account and TWO WHOLE BOOKS HOLY CRAP TWO BOOKS.

And I’ve been waiting for a while to get these books.

Blogging’s fun, isn’t it? (I am going somewhere with this…) You get to meet other writers, and some of them have books you can buy! And read! Yay! So my first two purchases were books by bloggers I follow here on WordPress. In no particular order (with links!):

IMMINENT DANGER And How to Fly Straight into it   by Michelle Proulx

Born In Flames by Candace Knoebel

Whee! For less than $15, I have two new books to read that. No wait time, no shipping fees, cheaper than paperbacks. No, e-books are not real books, at least not as I think of them. But they’re real stories, and that’s what I’m paying for.

They’d better be good, guys… 😉

If you’re wondering, yes, I’ve already discovered books I can’t get through kobo; looks like I’m going to have to get Robertson Davies’  the Deptford Trilogy as a real book off of Indigo. I would have wanted them as a “real” book anyway, but it would have been fun to have them available this way. On the other hand, look how adorable it is when it’s sleeping! Aww… I can’t stay mad at that little face.

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Zzzzzz…

EDIT: I did it, I read a whole book on the kobo! Imminent Danger was way too much fun for you. You couldn’t handle it. I don’t usually read sci-fi, but I really liked this one. Recommended. Yay!

EDIT 2: OMG the free books that there are!


50? Really?!

Wow. My phone binged at me while I was in the shower; it just couldn’t wait to tell me that my little blog now has 50 WordPress followers- as in, 50 people who receive notifications from here because they actually want to.

This was unexpected.

I know, 50 isn’t many to a lot of you. But I started this thing back in October thinking it would just be a bit of fun for me, a place to do my random little thing, goof off a bit, and write stuff that was a bit longer than a Facebook status update.

I didn’t think anyone would actually read it.

They say a blog should have a cohesive theme… This one has no such thing. Well, there’s writing, but there’s a whole lot of other stuff here that has no business being on a proper writing blog. Engrish, pictures of a depressed dog, stuff I see on my walks, links to things that make me laugh. Nonsensical babbling from my pained brain, and posts sharing the wonders of Newfoundland (or the funny bits– we have a lot of those!). In short, I’m doing it all wrong. It’s too disorganized, too cluttered, too personal.

Too much like my brain, really.

Thank you for being here. I don’t know what brought you my way or why you’ve stayed, but I assume it’s something like hanging out at the local zoo’s monkey house: fun, sort of unpredictable, and you never know who you’re going to catch scratching their butts. Whatever the reason, I’m happy to have you, and I hope you’re having as much fun as I am.

So… What shall we do next? Choose as many as you like!

Now, let’s have another party? Who brought cupcakes?


Coming Soon (run for the hills!)

Yep, I’ve got all of next week’s posts ready to go. I’m tempting fate again. Mua-ha-ha.

Here’s what you have to look forward to and/or run screaming from as you see fit, plus a little something extra at the bottom (because why would I just post a table of contents for the week? That would be crazy! Unless you do this, in which case it’s awesome.)

MONDAY: My new toy– I got an e-reader! And BOOKS!

TUESDAY: Trying to untangle the benefits of self-publishing vs. pursuing a traditional publishing contract. It’s enough to make you start shedding like a nervous cat.

WEDNESDAY: WIPpet Wednesday, and one which I hope will make fewer people call me a big old meanie than last week’s did. EDIT: I previewed the wrong one for you, shame on me! This week is a bit from chapter one.

THURSDAY: The weird little question of what writers’ characters look like in readers’ brains, with a little help from one of Michelle Proulx‘s creations.

FRIDAY: Why I might not be around so much in April…

OK, I promised you something, didn’t I? Here’s an interesting blog I just found this morning, via Shannon Thompson:

Rejection Love Letters: or How to Lose Agents and Alienate Publishers (isn’t that the best title?) is brought to us by an author with a book, a dream, and an amazing willingness to not only share the rejection letters he receives, but to turn things around and look at them in terms of rejections in the dating world. It’s funny, it’s honest, and it’s far braver than I am.

Also, he shares stuff like this:

Good times, go check it out. 🙂

And have a great weekend!

EDIT: OK, one more thing that made me LOL (literally) today. NOT THE PUFFINS!!!


Other People’s Books: Born In Flames by C. Knoebel

I haven’t read this one yet, but it looks interesting. And hey, 99 cents, amirite? I’d be upset that I bought it for full price yesterday, except that a) I wouldn’t have bought it if I didn’t think it would be worth what I paid for it, and b) the sale is only on Amazon. So it’s all good. 😉


“Pick up all your floor bags, y’ain’t livin’ in Southeast Asia”

Fridays seem like a good day to share links to things that make me happy. I don’t know why. Maybe because I wasn’t planning on posting anything on Fridays (or Wednesdays, for that matter).

Have you watched “Bad Lip Readings” on YouTube? If you have, you either think that they’re as funny as I do (as in literally falling down on the kitchen floor with tears running down my face the first time I watched them), or you think they’re stupid and I’m a moron. I’m fine either way. If you haven’t seen them, go now. Do it. Thank me later.

The Twilight ones are my favourites, and they’re hilarious even if you haven’t seen the movies (like me). This is the first one:

“Eye of the Sparrow” was the first one I ever saw, also worth a look, and the one they did on The Hunger Games is also funny (if not Twilight-level funny). Look for the NFL, too- hysterical.

Have a great weekend, everyone!


Spring Break at the Beach, WOOOOO!

Not quite the same here as elsewhere, but we did have an amazing trip to the beach last week. We stopped on the way home from having supper, and found that the recent warm temperatures had left the tide line littered with huge chunks of ice. It was amazing! They were white on the edges, blue in the middle, and the craziest shapes. Of course, I took pictures for all of you. Don’t you feel special? I hope you brought a coat, and maybe a hat if you’re a warm-weather person. It’s a bit chilly!

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^That’s me and the boys checking out one that looked like a huge molar. Rawr.

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^Yay ice!

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^The one in the back was fun; it had a hole in the middle, and big waves went right through it. And the one in front there looked like a huge, dismembered foot, which is always amusing.

The ice monsters weren’t the only interesting things we discovered. We found a spot where the beach was built up high with sand on top of ice, and all of that was undercut by the water flowing down from where snow was thawing higher up, forming a tunnel. Simon is demonstrating for you the stability of this structure. Wheeee!

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Also, and this is probably only interesting if you’re a minor geology dork like I am*, the waves had washed away parts of the beach to reveal layers of sand and ice all over the place, just like the layers of sedimentary rock they use to date, like, old stuff. And stuff.

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And yes, there’s Jack. He did a LOT of photobombing on this trip. Also, a lot of acting like a giant goofball. See also:

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I just… there aren’t words for this. I guess he doesn’t look sad in this picture, so that’s a good thing. *sigh*

That’s it, that’s all I’ve got for you good people today. Hope you had fun! Now, who wants some hot chocolate?

*as in, I find it fascinating, but am not an expert. My level of expertise is minor; my dorkiness is not. That’s actually… well, pretty massive.


WIPpet Wednesday – the twentieth

Happy Spring! In name, if not in weather… No, nothing spring-themed to post today; everything I’ve got is autumn/early winter.

I’d have liked to post something from chapter 20 for you, what with it being the 20th and all; it’s a particular favourite of mine. But spoilers (serious ones) are abundant, so just in case anyone ever wants to read the whole thing…

Here’s twenty lines (in my word program, anyway) from chapter eight. Yay!

Context: Rowan doesn’t know much about magic or the creatures that exist within its influence, and her curiousity tends to bite her in the ass… so she wandered into a dragon cave she thought was abandoned, and of course it wasn’t. Aren (him again, though most of the book is told by Rowan) went after her, and now they’re kind of stuck- she can’t get out, he can’t help her, and the heat in there’s making everything weird. The dragon’s name is Ruby… This scene still needs work, but here’s a bit for you, anyway.

Rowan sighed. “I told you not to come in.” If she was afraid, she was hiding it well. “Are you going to kill me?” she asked the dragon.

“Yes. You’re not much, but I’m hungry. My young are hungry.” I hadn’t noticed the pool of still water between the massive creature’s forelegs. Beneath the dark surface I could just make out the shapes of a trio of dragonlings, still too young and soft to survive the air their mother’s heat made so dry. That explained why the path appeared unused; mother dragons guard their eggs and young more carefully than any other creature, forgoing food and exercise in order to protect them. Having young in the nest also makes them more dangerous, less predictable. “Your story has entertained me, and I thank you,” the dragon continued. “But I have no reason to spare you. Or him.” She leaned her head in closer to Rowan. “But I’ll let you choose flames or claws. By way of thanks.”

The sounds of the dragon’s breath and her tail stroking across the cave’s stone floor were drowned out by my heartbeat as Rowan stood, slowly and unsteadily. Her legs shook as she reached out and placed a hand on the glowing red snout. “I think you should let us go.”

It was a lucky thing that Ruby didn’t snort in surprise; it might have cooked Rowan where she stood. “Why ever would I do that?”

Rowan swallowed hard. Come on, I thought. She’d have to use magic again. I didn’t know what she could do, but we were both going to be eaten if she didn’t come up with something. “Because…” she began, then hesitated. “Because

Oops, that’s all we have space for! Wheeeee!

*evil laugh*

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