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Sometimes it Takes Two

October 4, 2011 26 comments

-Guest post by Author JEN WYLIE

There are a lot of things that take two people; doing the tango, having a conversation and um…other things. Writing is usually not one of them. Most writers do the story all on their. But…sometimes it takes two. Sometimes two is more FUN.

Sean and I have tossed around the idea of writing something together for a while now. We’ve been bestest friends forever and though we have really different writing styles we’ve both been each others support in our writing careers. (Meaning we kick each others butts a lot)

We are both currently trying to get said butts in gear, which mean writing. Lots of writing. It has been decided we will finally write a short story together, a present for all our friends and readers for Halloween. Awesome right? (You better agree!)

Here is where you all come in. Sean and I have very different writing styles. Sean writes steampunk and vampires. I write fantasy with romance pretty much everywhere. On a good note we each do have our sarcastic sides (okay yes, Sean is way more sarcastic than me). I’ve never written with anyone else before, Sean has with his son. Needless to say, this is going to be interesting. Probably confusing. Possibly chaotic. Definitely a whole lot of fun!

Since you are all most awesome, I’m here to ask for you assistance and opinions. What would you like to see us do? How can we incorporate our different writing styles into something that doesn’t…well…suck? Should we each pick a character to do, or just alternate paragraphs? Should we stick to who we are? (Sean=evil demon, me=sunshine and rainbows).

Now is your time to speak up! Please post your ideas and thoughts, share with your friends! Argue away! Quite possibly we might even listen to you. 😀 (Okay, I’LL listen, Sean maybe not so much)

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Guest Post with Juuuuuuuuulie Campbell!

March 13, 2011 7 comments

To Finish is to Win.

I used to do a lot of endurance racing with my horse Sabaska. For those who don’t know, endurance races are really long trail rides in short periods of time. For example 50 miles in twelve hours. They are organized by the American Endurance Ride Conference or AERC. The motto of endurance racing is To Finish is to Win. Essentially, as long as you come in under the time limit with a healthy horse you’ve won. (Note they don’t worry about the condition of the rider too much. LOL).

Training for endurance takes hours and hours and more hours in the saddle. They say you should ride the number of miles in a week that you intend to ride in a competition. For example if you are training for 50 mile rides, you ride fifty miles in a week. If you’re training for 100 mile rides, you ride 100 miles in a week. Some of this will be on flat land, some steep, some will be at a walk, some at faster gates. Sometimes you’ll get off and run with your horse or walk behind them as they go down very steep terrain.

There is a lot to learn when you start out racing. You have to learn how to safely condition your horse, how to shoe your horse, what kind of tack to use, the different tricks and practices that help you and your horse make it through long distances in short periods of time safely. You study books, you talk to more experienced riders and you get your butt into the saddle and you ride. Your horse has to learn a lot too. She has to learn to drink whenever water is offered, eat often (this one isn’t hard) and to expect long hours of trotting with very brief rest periods. She also has to learn that just because you’re back at the trailer resting, it doesn’t mean you are done for the day.

It is a hell of a lot of fun.

Writing is a lot like endurance racing. Can you see how?

Training to write takes hours and hours in a chair, staring at a computer. You have to write, read books, do research and practice, practice practice. Your subconscious also has a lot to learn. It has to learn that just because you’re done for the night, doesn’t mean the story is over. It has to learn to concentrate for the entire story and help you get the novel out. The writer has to learn those skills too.

It’s also a hell of a lot of fun.

Both take discipline. You can’t finish a fifty mile ride without practicing and you can’t finish a novel without a lot of work.

The great thing about endurance? You get a lot of time to think about novel ideas.

And the most important similarity. If you finish a story you win J

Thanks for stopping by! One lucky commenter will be chosen by random.org on the 20th and they’ll get a copy of my first short story, Westward, Yo! for free. Please leave a way for me or Sean to contact you.

Bio

Julie writes fantasy novels. When she’s not out riding her horse, she can usually be found sitting in front of her computer with a cat on her lap and her dog at her side. You can find out more at her website: www.writerjacampbell.com

Into the West #1 Westward, Yo!

Tina Harker is a typical teenager. She loves hanging with her friends at the malls, shoes, and manicures. More than that, she loves horses. Life is everything she wants it to be, until her father packs their family up and drags them across the world to Arizona. Does he really think she’ll be happy living in a ghost town in the middle of the desert? It’s a million miles to the nearest shopping center, not even a real mall. Her only hope for survival is finding a new horse.

Tina is no quitter. She prepares herself for western saddles, rattlesnakes, the horrible desert heat, and limited shopping. However, nothing can prepare her for Wild West bandits, cattle thieves, and a really cute cowboy. Maybe things won’t be so bad—or will they?

Trying to make the best of her horrible situation, Tina agrees to go on her first cattle drive. When one of the calves wanders off, Tina, in true cowgirl fashion and looking for excitement, rides off to rescue the poor little thing and gets a lot more adventure than she ever expected. A cowboy she’s never met accuses her of stealing cows, bandits kidnap her, and that’s not even the exciting part.

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Guest Post with Jennifer Wylie

March 6, 2011 2 comments

Mornin,

Today I get to host Jennifer Wylie on her blog tour, celebrating the release of he short story, the Forgotten Echo! I have a treat for you. She’s sharing with you the events leading up to the story. So you get a prequel! I hope you enjoy it as much as i did.

For those who have read The Forgotten Echo, THANK YOU! I know more than one reader has also been captivated by the mysterious Immortal, Devon. This little tale will answer some questions, from his point of view.
For those who haven’t read it yet, I hope you’ll be intrigued and decide to try it out.
For more free random stories in the Immortal Echoes world, stop by my blog.

Devon

I walked down the darkening streets of yet another city. I had been through so many over the years, the centuries, they all seemed to blur together. It was strange, how so little changed over time. Enough did to be troublesome. Being an Immortal time meant little to me. However I lived side by side with mortals, and to them it meant everything. More so even, as the centuries had passed.

A faint, rueful smile crossed my lips as for a while I counted the number of people hurrying by, checking their watches.

I’d come to this city for business. Though I disliked dealing with mortals I pretended to be one, and so had to show myself on occasion. This time a meeting for one of my companies. A very important one, they had told me. Idiots. My executives had spent most of the time whining and complaining, blaming others for the last quarters poor sales. As so often was the case, the trip had been a total waste of my time.

Shoving my hand into my pant pockets I continued to wander as shops began closing up and the number of people rushing by dwindled. The street lights lit the sidewalks well enough, though I had no cause to worry about what may lurk in the shadows. No simple mortals could hurt me, not even with their silly mortal weapons. Other Immortals, creatures from the Otherworld, were another matter but one I didn’t worry about much either.

As Immortals went, I was one of the oldest, and also one of the strongest. Even if my own powers were not enough, I had my Echoes always close at hand.

As if I’d called, a form appeared in the shadows ahead of me, quickly solidifying into a person. The man walked out into the light, normal as can be.

“Devon.” He gave a brief nod of respect. Which he should, I’d created him, bound his soul at death to me and the Otherworld. A few did not appreciate it, though they all gave their consent at the time. They had to for the difficult magic to work.

My Echoes rarely bothered me when I roamed the cities I visited. They knew I wanted to be alone and took great pains to make sure it was so. “What is it?”

“You’ve received a message from Angela. She wants you to contact her as soon as possible.”

I could not stop the frown which came at his words. Angela was another Immortal, one I had foolishly become indebted to only a few years before. Apparently she was ready to collect. I wasn’t looking forward to finding out what I would have to do to remove a life debt.

A small growl of frustration left me and I looked down at the grey sidewalk, knowing my fire was likely flashing in my eyes. It was a part of me, part of my magic. It also appeared at the worst of times. I had to always stay in control of my emotions around mortals. Another reason I hated being around them.

“Would you like me to send a reply?”

I looked back up and shook my head. “I’ll return home shortly.”

My Echo nodded, paused a moment, and then turned and walked calmly back into the dark alley to disappear. Smiling a little I began walking again. Good help was hard to find. Choosing a human to become an Echo wasn’t easy. They would be spending forever with you, after all. If they weren’t destroyed trying to protect you. The trick was to find someone intelligent, not hard on the eyes and not annoying, yet at the same time to try to avoid one you would become too attached too. Add the problem of the person having to be actually dying and one saw just how hard it was. At least in these times, in the past wars and plaques certainly made it a little easier.

Over the centuries I had collected half a dozen Echoes. All were exceptional in their duties. None, however, were very good company. I’d been contemplating finding one for that purpose alone. They would still protect me, grant me their power if needed, but I wanted to be able to hold a decent conversation as well.

The streets began to fill again with young men and women making their way to the bars and clubs. I stopped and glanced down a side street, listening the the faint pounding of music and the growing sounds of more and more excited voices.

Had I ever been so young and carefree? I couldn’t remember.

Turning away I decided it was best to head home. I stepped to the side as a number of girls passed me on the sidewalk, giggling and chatting.

“Wow, did you see him?”

“I’m not blind, Sarah.”

More giggles erupted and I smiled faintly as I turned to watch them cross the street. I saw her then, walking arm in arm with a nervous looking man. Even from across the street she caught my attention. Not so much beautiful, but lovely. Curves in all the right places, dressed to go out, but not garishly so. Her smile was so radiant I felt pulled toward her. I wished I could look into her eyes.

With a startled gasp I turned away. Strange, that a mortal would affect me so. Strange, and also interesting. I glanced over my shoulder again, watching her walk away.

I stepped back, leaning against a building and cupped my hands. A faint whistle brought a tiny light. A little creature of flame. “Stay hidden,” I warned it.

It flew up, hiding in my hair. “Yes? Yes?”

I discretely pointed to the woman. “I want you to watch her for me.”

“Watch! Yes!” The flame darted off.

A faint smile crossed my face and I headed down the street to find a nice dark alley where I could create a gate home.

Over the weeks which followed I learned much about her, not just the facts, but little things. She was an extraordinary woman, in more than just looks. She had a big heart to match her intelligence, but could also be a little shy. I watched her when I could, and doing so made me more happy than I had been in a very long time. I was not, however, foolish enough to speak with her, or even let her see me.

My Echoes did not agree with my new pastime. It took them some time before they came to me, but they did. I suppose I should have been pleased they truly cared. They were concerned my obsession with her was not healthy. She wasn’t mine to have, she was mortal. I didn’t really care and brushed off their concerns. What I was doing was harmless. I merely watched her, nothing more.

Yet they persisted, pointing out my growing feelings for her were increasingly obvious, not only to them, but to my enemies. I had to let her go, before she became a pawn in their games.

They were right of course. I had to stop, and with great reluctance I did. Though I left a handful of flames to watch over her, just in case I’d done so too late. So I told myself.

I was glad I took such precautions when five years later my flames returned screaming in panic. She needed me. Unfortunately it was at the worst possible time. Battle between the two main factions of Immortals loomed so closely I had in fact been dressing for it when they arrived. I didn’t have time to go to her. I couldn’t afford the loss of power either.

“I’m sure she’ll be fine,” I told the flames.

“No! No!”

“She dies! Dies!”

Their words froze me. My actions. My heart. She couldn’t be dying. It wasn’t possible. She was supposed to live a long and wonderful, happy life. I closed my eyes tightly. Healing was not one of my powers, at least not one strong enough to cure imminent death.

Had it been any other time I still could have gone to her, taken her to another who could heal her. But no one would do so now, not with the fighting about to start literally at any moment. I should have been on the battlefield now.

The flames continued to dart around me frantically. But then, they had been watching her all these years hadn’t they? They had probably fallen for her charms as well. “Hurry! Hurry!”

I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. Whatever had happened, I couldn’t save her. There was nothing I could do if she truly was dying…unless I made her an Echo. One of mine. Bound to me forever.

I shook my head. I couldn’t do that. Not to her…

“Come! Come!” The little voices rose hysterically, pleading, breaking down my resolve.

“Where is she,” I demanded, drawing forth my power to create a gate.

They led the way, guiding me to her. It was hard to remain calm. I knew I shouldn’t be doing this, for more reasons than one. I should just let her go. Coming to her, helping her, was both breaking my own rules and dangerous. I still had a battle to fight.

I stepped through the gate into an empty parking lot. My flames continued to babble away as some of them gathered around me.

The rest danced around her where she’d fallen on the ground, blood soaking her clothes and pooling around her. Pain lashed my heart to see her again, like this. I couldn’t do this, I shouldn’t…

“Quickly! Quickly!”

I turned slightly, feeling one of my Echoes appear at my side.

“Devon, it’s started. They need you!”

My jaw clenched and I closed my eyes for a moment. I could still walk away, let her die. It was the natural order of things wasn’t it? I had to decide, and quickly.

“Tell them I’m coming.” I let out a deep sigh. “I’ll just be a moment.”

Bio:

Jennifer Wylie was born and raised in Ontario, Canada. In a cosmic twist of fate she dislikes the snow and cold.

Before settling down to raise a family, she attained a BA from Queens University and worked in retail and sales.

Thanks to her mother she acquired a love of books at an early age and began writing in public school. She constantly has stories floating around in her head, and finds it amazing most people don’t. Jennifer writes various forms of fantasy, both novels and short stories. Sweet light is her debut novel to be published in 2011.

Jennifer resides in rural Ontario, Canada with her husband, two boys, Australian shepherd a flock of birds and a disagreeable amount of wildlife.

My website: www.jenniferwylie.ca

My blog: http://jlwylie.wordpress.com/

A Ghost of an Echo-Part Two

December 12, 2010 5 comments

Greetings and salutations fans of Jen Wylie!.  I have a special treat for you all today.  I’m sure most of you are familiar with Jen’s short stories.  She has a new short story and has decided to share some of it with her fans.  It’s called A Ghost of an Echo, and from the title I’m sure you can tell it’s part of her echo series.  The first part of the story can be found here, but the SECOND PART can be found, yup you guessed it.  Right here.  I have the honor of hosting the second part of the story my friends.  So, ENJOY! When she opened her eyes she stared up into darkness. It took at moment for her to realize dark was perfectly normal, it had been nighttime after all. However then her other senses slowly returned.

 

SMELL came first, wet grass and rain and…gas? Sound next, the steady downpour of rain and a strange metallic popping sound. The sense of touch came last, strangely distant, the simple feel of the hard ground beneath her.

That wasn’t right. She had been in the car, driving home with Brian, when he’d lost control when lightening had struck the road in front of them. Had she been thrown clear? If so, why couldn’t she feel the rain? Panic rose within her as she realized nothing hurt. Something should have, all of her should have.

A whimper escaped her lips as she struggled to orient herself, to get her arms and legs to move. With relief they finally did, for a moment she had wondered if she had been paralyzed in the accident. The accident, the car… Brian!

She scrambled blindly to her feet. Everything around her was cloaked in fuzzy black. She turned quickly as the panic and fear continued to grow. A faint light in the distance above her caught her attention and drew her eyes.

Headlights. A car had stopped on the road above. She wondered if it was the vehicle which had been following them. Then again, she had no idea how much time had passed, it could very well be just another passing car which stopped to investigate the mangled guardrail.

Another light moved above and separated from the car, making its way slowly down the steep rocky slope. She moved forward, opening her mouth to call for help.

The light brightened, illuminating the scene before her and stealing any words from her lips.

Their car rested in a mangled mess at the base of the slope, the roof crushed in, the side and hood smashed. It had landed the right way up, the driver’s side facing her. The popping sound came from the car as the metal protested and the dead engine cooled.

Taking a hesitant step forward she could still smell gas. At least in the rain she didn’t have to worry about it catching fire. Part of her wanted to rush forward and make sure Brian was alright. The rest of her was afraid of what she would find.

“What a mess.”

She turned her gaze away from the car to the man who had spoken. Two people had come down, him and a small woman who held the light.

“It was a bad spot,” the woman said quietly.

The man turned and she saw him scowl in the light. “And whose fault is that? You had better hope they are both not dead already!”

Becky cringed at his words and hoped they couldn’t see her. Obviously they’d had a part in the accident. She remembered the bump she had felt before Brian had lost control again. Had they rear ended them on purpose? Why?

The man picked his way around the side of the car, the woman following silently behind.

She bit her lip and moved closer, keeping out of the light. She hoped Brian wasn’t hurt. For some reason she still couldn’t bring herself to call out to the couple. The man pulled on dark gloves as he peered in the driver’s side window, the woman a few steps behind him.

Becky moved around toward the front of the car, hesitant and worried. She couldn’t see within the car, the light glinted off the windshield in the rain.

She froze. If the windshield remained intact, how had she gotten thrown out of the car?

“The girl is dead.”

Her head jerked around at the woman’s words. She stared at the strangers from her new vantage point in front of the car.  He was tall, dressed well in tailored shirt and slacks. She stood much shorter, everything about her small and delicate looking. Dark hair hung like a shadow past her waist. The man cursed, wiping water off of his face. The woman was staring at her, her face sad.

She remembered the rain. Though it continued to pour she couldn’t feel it. Meeting the woman’s eyes she saw it didn’t touch her either. She looked down, raising her hands. She looked solid, however she wasn’t wet. She raised a hand, cupping it to catch the rain. The drops went right through her.

Her breaths quickened in horror. She was dead? She was… what? A ghost?

Damn.

The man muttered something under his breath.

She looked up, shocked to see flashes of light come from his hands and hit the car door. With a pleased smile he jerked it open and bent to look within.

All she could think about was Brian. Frustrated she couldn’t see she moved closer to stand by the hood of car, peering around the open door.

“Rhea?” The man stepped back and woman moved forward.

“He lives. His injuries are not severe.” Rhea stepped back again, a faint smile for a brief moment crossing her lips.

The man scowled and cursed. He bent into the car again. “He’s unconscious?”

“Yes,” Rhea replied softly.

Becky grimaced, worried about Brian and not understanding what was going on. For some reason it seemed the man could not see her, yet the woman could. She moved closer, coming up to the door which separated her and the strange man. Biting her lip she finally forced herself to look within the car.

She shouldn’t have been surprised to see herself sitting there, eyes wide and staring blankly. Still the sight stole her breath away, which made her pause. She was dead. She didn’t need to breathe. Hysteria bubbled within her. She didn’t know whether to scream or to cry.

She did neither. Obviously there wasn’t anything she could do for herself, but maybe there was something she could do to help Brian. Certainly there must have been some reason she remained in this world.

She looked again, noting the mess of articles scattered about, trying to ignore her broken and twisted body. Brian sat back in his seat, eyes closed yet clearly breathing. A small, relieved smile crossed her face as she watched him. Brian, her Brian.

“Shit,” the man muttered. He reached over and grasped Brian’s chin, turning his head. “Well. We won’t make this a wasted opportunity.”

“Simon, no!”

Becky jerked at the pain in the woman’s voice. The man, Simon, pushed out of the car to glare furiously at her. Rhea scrambled backward, fear spreading across her beautiful face. She stopped abruptly, pain contorting her features as she bent slightly,  a hand going to her chest. “I’m sorry,” she murmured.

A wicked smile slid across Simon’s face. “Mind your place, Echo.”

Rhea nodded, turning her head away.

Becky watched in confusion, having no idea what was going on other than Simon had somehow hurt Rhea and had some kind of control over her. Simon again returned to the car and Becky quickly moved closer, remembering his cryptic words and frightened over what he might do to Brian.

Simon looked Brian over. “So then, let’s speed things along shall we.” He paused a moment, clearly thinking, before leaning in and picking up a smashed CD case. He snapped a large piece of the plastic cover off. Leaning back he turned it in his gloved hand and then forcefully jammed it into the side of Brian’s neck.

“No!” Becky lurched forward, shocked and horrified. This man hadn’t just stabbed Brian. He couldn’t have.

He also hadn’t heard her scream, or noticed she had moved through the door, through him. Freaking out she scrambled backward past the door again, choking sobs ripping through her. She wanted to run, she wanted to scream. She wanted to help Brian but she couldn’t. She could only stare through her tears as blood poured from his wound.

Simon wiggled the plastic, pushed it in a little further. Frowning, he started slapping Brian’s cheek. “Wake up. You need to wake up for this to work.” He grimaced, frustration darkening his eyes. With a bloody hand he wiped more water off of his face.

Becky looked up, noticing the rain had started to let up, the downpour now reduced to a light drizzle.

“Becky?”

She jerked her eyes back to Brian, instinctively moving toward him. “I’m here…” Her words died. He couldn’t hear her.

His eyes blinked in confusion as he grimaced in pain. “Becky?”

Simon smiled in satisfaction. “There we go. Look at me. Good.” He reached one hand behind Brian’s neck, the other holding his head steady. “Becky needs you. Do you understand? This is important.”

“Becky…yes.” Brian murmured, fighting to keep his eyes open as blood poured from his neck.

She shook her head frantically. “No! No, Brian!”

“He can’t hear you.”

She turned with a gasp. Rhea now stood directly behind her. “What’s going on?”

“You can’t help him.” The woman closed her eyes for a moment. “You don’t want to see this. You should go on. Find the light and go on.”

“You can see me.”

Rhea nodded. “I died a long time ago. Most humans can’t see ghosts. You know that.”

“But he can see you,” she said in confusion.

“I am very old, I have the power to materialize. Simon also, is… different.” Rhea looked away. “I  am his. He has power over me.”

Becky bit her lip, both confused and horrified.

Rhea looked back at her. “Truly, you do not belong here. It will be alright in the end. I will do what I can, but you need to go on.”

She looked back to Brian and Simon, apparently neither had heard the quiet conversation, Simon continued to talk rapidly and quietly to Brian who grew weaker and fainter by the moment. Dying. Brian was dying. She shook her head in denial. This wasn’t happening, this couldn’t be happening. “Brian…”

Simon shifted and leaned in closer over Brian. “You must choose,” he said loudly enough for her to hear.

Brian nodded faintly. “Her, I must help her…I will…” He sucked in a small breath and closed his eyes. “Becky…”

The words stopped as his heart failed.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she reached a hand out to him, her eyes widening in shock as Simon leaned forward, placing his lips over Brian’s and inhaling deeply. He remained that way for a moment before stepping back, a satisfied smirk across his face.

“What just happened?” She looked back to Brian, sucking in a startled breath as suddenly he moved.

“Rhea,” Simon snapped. “Gather him. I want to get out of this damn rain.”

Rhea moved around her, head bowed slightly. “Of course.”

Simon took a small flashlight from Rhea and turned on his heel, quickly making his way back up the slope to his car.

Rhea reached out and took Brian’s hand, pulling as she stepped back. Brian came with her, yet remained behind.

Becky stared at him by the faint light of the cars indoor lights. He was like her. Simon had turned him into a ghost. But why?

Rhea turned to her as she looped an arm through Brian’s. “You need to go. Now. You cannot help him.”

She took a step forward, trying to see around Rhea. “What are you talking about?”

Rhea shook her head in annoyance. She turned to look up at Brian. “Hold on to me.”  Then they shimmered and became a blur of light which quickly disappeared.

Becky stared, shock freezing her in place. Where had they gone? What the Hell had just happened? She sank to the ground, tears sliding down her cheeks as her lips trembled in frustration and anger.

The sharp sound of a car door slamming made her look up and she watched as Simon turned his car around and drove off.

They had all left her. She had died. Strangers had killed Brian and then stolen away his ghost. She was a ghost, yet  they had left her behind. She was alone. Dead and alone.

She had no idea what to do. She closed her eyes, trying to regain some semblance of calm. She had to think. She had to do something. She couldn’t stay here.

Light brushed against her lids and she opened her eyes again. In the distance a faint oval of light shone warmly, invitingly. She stared it, uncomprehending for a moment until she remembered Rhea telling her she should go on.

This was the light everyone always spoke of. The gateway to heaven, or whatever else lay beyond death. She rose unsteadily to her feet, the light pulling at her, promising rest and peace and everything else anyone had ever longed for.

She stopped, planting her feet and shaking her head, trying to clear it.

Bugger that. She wasn’t going anywhere without Brian. She turned and began heading up the rocky slope, not having any plans, or any idea what she was doing, only knowing she had to try.

The light behind her dimmed and faded away.

 

Author Bio

Jennifer Wylie was born and raised in Ontario, Canada. In a cosmic twist of fate she dislikes the snow and cold.

Before settling down to raise a family, she attained a BA from Queens University and worked in retail and sales.

Thanks to her mother she acquired a love of books at an early age and began writing in public school. She constantly has stories floating around in her head, and finds it amazing most people don’t. Jennifer writes various forms of fantasy, both novels and short stories. Sweet light is her debut novel to be published in 2011.

Jennifer resides in rural Ontario, Canada with her husband, two boys, Australian shepherd a flock of birds and a disagreeable amount of wildlife.

Short Story Blurb: Jump- Release Date Dec 15 2010

 

If you were told to jump off of a bridge would you? Perhaps it would depend on who was doing the asking. Our heroine has spunk and a sense of humor, however suffers from an extreme case of inappropriate clothing. When things take a turn from dangerous to worse what will she do when fantasy becomes reality? Warning: May include hot leather clad men, singing and demons.

My Interview with The Rainbow Queen-Jen Wylie

December 7, 2010 14 comments

Happy Tuesday everyone.  I have the distinct honor of having the nicest person you’ll ever meet as my guest for an interview.  She lives in the frigid wastelands of Canada, hates snow, and writes some of the best stories you’ll ever read.  Her name is Jen Wylie.  Please feel free to stop by and ask a multitude of questions.  I’m sure she’d be happy to answer!

 

Rarely have I seen an author with the variety you seem to encompass with your works.  Where does your inspiration come from? Where will it take you next?

My inspiration comes from everything, everywhere. However I will admit music plays a huge roll. I get so many ideas when I listen to songs, a single phrase, or the emotions a song will invoke can jump start a whole new world in my mind. Mostly, I think I just have an overactive imagination. 🙂

I know you wrote Sweet Light years ago as well as its subsequent sequel.  Did you ever think you’d see the day when you found it published?
Back when I was writing it, no. I will admit I occasionally thought ‘It would be cool if I got this published.” However I was more interested in writing than looking into that. Eventually my parents gave me a bit a push and away I went. It wasn’t I didn’t think the story was good enough, I just knew it would be a lot a work finding someone to read it in the publishing world. I’d often read about my favorite authors and their journeys to get published, so knew it wasn’t something easy to do. I wasn’t wrong there. 🙂 I have a tendency not to give up once I have my mind set on something though. I did have some help from a friend to give my butt a kick now and then too. I certainly wouldn’t be here otherwise. 🙂
I am positively enamored with your Echo stories.  Where did you come up with the idea and what can we expect in the future from this line?

The original idea came from a line from a song and then just grew as I wrote it. The line was “I will always be here, for the rest of my life.” Which created in my mind the Echoes, who are bound to their Immortals forever. They can not leave. They can’t even die and pass on, only be utterly destroyed. Different Echoes handle this in different ways.

I’ve written two short stories in the Immortal Echoes world so far. I recently started a book as well. I have the general idea in my head, and the first chapter written. Now I just need to sort out a few more things as I write.

Stay home mom, is synonymous with superwoman.   Where do you find the time to balance your home life with being an author and editor?

I think a lot while I clean. Sweeping and doing dishes doesn’t require a lot of brainpower. Mostly I write in the evenings, since that is what I have gotten used to, even though this year both boys are now in school full time. Daytime I clean and putter at some writing and work on reading and editing jobs. I’ve learned to write in little spurts when I can, and also to just write whatever comes into my head. I might write chapter 5 before chapter 3. Whatever works. I usually have very little trouble connecting everything up eventually.

I often ask this question to the authors I interview.  From the time you started writing, to the time you became published, what was the most rewarding leg of your journey?  What was the most difficult?

The most rewarding was of course having someone actually READ my work. I spend over a year just sending out queries and collecting rejections. These didn’t bother me overly much, none of the the agents had read my work after all.

The most difficult part is the WAITING to hear back. It still is. I’m not a very patient person at the best of times. (All patience goes to dealing with the kids LOL) I am starting to get used to it though. Mostly. 🙂

Reader’s like to be tantalized with what’s coming next.  What is coming next from Jennifer Wylie?

I just finished my first young adult novel, Broken Aro. I’ll be submitting it soon. Right now I’m working on it’s sequel, the Echo book, and also editing the sequel to Sweet Light. I have a few short stories on the go too. I’m a bit of a multi-tasker. 🙂

Of all the stories and novels you’ve written. which is your favorite and why?

That’s a hard one. I love all the many (many) books I’ve written in the world of Sweet Light. I’ve been writing them for almost a decade, they have become a part of me. However I also love my new YA, maybe because it’s new? I’ve also learned SO much in the last six months on HOW to write, I think it turned out pretty darn awesome. 🙂 (Plus it has Fey and Elves in it, and I love them!)

You’re the acquisitions editor for Echelon Press’ Explorations line.  Do you enjoy your work?  What’s your favorite part?

I love it!!! It’s like a dream job. 🙂 It’s hard to say what my favorite part is. I love all the technical aspects of marketing and the keeping up the website etc. (yes I’m weird) but interacting, helping and encouraging the authors is such a wonderful experience. Sometimes I think I get more excited than they do when things are going well. Getting to read a lot of awesome books certainly doesn’t hurt either. 😀

Many people write just for the thrill of it.  Inspiration for being an author can come from anywhere.  What’s yours?  Why do you write?

Why? I have to write. I think I’d go crazy (crazier) if I didn’t. I can’t do anything without stories rambling around in my head. Most nights I lie awake with scenes playing before my eyes. I find if I get them typed out, they leave me alone. 🙂 I have huge files of story ideas and partials just because of that. I love writing, I love the stories my mind creates. I hope everyone else will as well. 🙂

Could you give us a brief outline of what books and short stories are coming out from you, when we can expect them?

Yes I can!

Jump (ebook short story) Released December 15 2010

If you were told to jump off of a bridge would you? Perhaps it would depend on who was doing the asking. Our heroine has spunk and a sense of humor, however suffers from an extreme case of inappropriate clothing. When things take a turn from dangerous to worse what will she do when fantasy becomes reality? Warning: May include hot leather clad men, singing and demons.

 

The Forgotten Echo (ebook short story) Released March 1 2011

Sometimes death is only the beginning…

After a bad day Cassy is surprised to find her self shot, an innocent bystander in a drive by shooting. Bleeding to death in an empty parking lot she knows she is going die. What she doesn’t expect is the arrival of a strange, yet gorgeous, man who tells her he can keep her from passing on in return for being his forever. In desperation she agrees but afterwards she is beyond dismayed to discover she has died. To make matters worse the stranger has disappeared. Her spirit wanders, afraid and alone until she meets another like her and she discovers she not a ghost at all but something much more.

Sweet Light (novel) Released May 2011

When fate conspires against you and gives you three loves to choose from, what do you do?  When you do decide, what if you made the wrong choice?

Shara is a Healer, raised and trained from childhood until her unique gift manifests itself. When she gains the rank Journeyman she is hired to serve as the court healer of the barbaric kingdom of Glendor.

Untrained for war she is thrust unmercifully into its bloody arms when the kingdom is invaded. Ordered by her king to the front lines to tend the wounded, she is forced to flee when their camp is attacked.  Happening upon a wounded soldier in the forest, every mile back to the capital is a struggle, and breaking the Healer’s code, she falls in love with her charge.

If Shara thought that to be the least of her troubles, the appearance of a fierce warrior captain who takes it upon himself to be her protector teaches her differently.  Trouble comes in threes at the appearance of her former love and fellow healer.  Faced with decisions of the heart and the sudden manifestation of her gift leave little room for anything else to go wrong.  Or at least that’s what Shara thought...


Author Bio

Jennifer Wylie was born and raised in Ontario, Canada. In a cosmic twist of fate she dislikes the snow and cold.

Before settling down to raise a family, she attained a BA from Queens University and worked in retail and sales.

Thanks to her mother she acquired a love of books at an early age and began writing in public school. She constantly has stories floating around in her head, and finds it amazing most people don’t. Jennifer writes various forms of fantasy, both novels and short stories. Sweet light is her debut novel to be published in 2011.

Jennifer resides in rural Ontario, Canada with her husband, two boys, Australian shepherd a flock of birds and a disagreeable amount of wildlife.

Jennifer’s Website: www.jenniferwylie.ca

Jennifer’s Blog: http://jlwylie.wordpress.com/

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