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I have a load of excuses this week.
But they are good ones!
My hunny has massive tooth pain and I am his nurse. And his stand-in mommy. Therefore...I can give an excerpt of Pyromage which I'm rethinking the title of. I having thoughts of what I want to do with it in terms of marketing. Okay I know that sounds like I'm writing a book based on the market, but I'm not...
Since publishing is taking up my life right now, I thought, why don't I do a publishing update?
That sounds good.
As I write this, I'm also writing and preparing a video that my author requested about TRP's publishing time-line. Okay, she didn't ask me for a video, but I thought, wouldn't it be fun to take the time-line request and make a video? Yeah! ...and I have 2k words into explaining the time-line process.
Wait... Stephanie... you're a publisher too?
Oh, right... I'm what I call a micro publisher...
A while ago I commissioned the picture (above, right) to visualize how it feels to run a small business, or rather my small publishing company.
At the time I had about five authors under the TRP wing (Troll River Publications). I am Rin-Tin-Tin up there climbing away, carrying my trusty author pups with me. Even way back when, I knew I was almost to the plateau of better times and wanted to commemorate the hard work, the struggles and that awesome feeling between teetering between success and certain death (of the company). Though it felt that way I knew I would keep going no matter what. I was pulling just enough money to keep going, keep producing and keep publishing.
Though I'm now walking the straight and easy path I know there will be another climb ahead of me. But this time, I will have a choice. The sheer cliff or the winding road.
Seeing this artwork reminds me that I should commission the artist once more to include all ten of my author pups with me out on the green grass of glory. Some of the pups have grown. Some pups have just started. I love watching them run, chasing their tails and jubilant with imaginings of what they don't know what's coming. The older pups are guiding them along the way and I'm proud to see these new authors exited--not wary--of the possibilities.
Part of my approach is being accessible, being here to talk, and picking up the phone when an author calls. One thing we do is descend upon author Patricia A. Knight's lovely house once a year in June for a writer's vacation. It's the most amazing place and it's one where you don't have to pay for anything but getting there and special food or drink you want. Otherwise, it's ten authors in a gorgeous house with their own bedrooms/bathroom combo, complete with pool, cabana sprawling chairs and each others company. A week long pow-wow with all my writers. Or a least those that can break away for a week.
Why are we wearing masks? Because most of us have to remain anonymous to keep our day jobs.
But on this retreat I was interviewed by the wonderful Carol McKibben, who will have the 4th book of her Snow Blood series out, and Elizabeth SaFleur, who, by-the-way, has a new book out called Perfect. It's book 3 of the Elite Doms of Washington Series. Really good!
Sometimes the perfect man is the one who’s most forbidden.
Isabella Santos fled Washington and its bruising memories after her husband’s sudden death. Now, a year later she returns to tie up loose ends. The largest loose end was Mark, her brother-in-law, the man she’d always secretly longed to call Master.
Mark has never forgiven his late brother’s neglect of Isabella, the woman he’s loved from afar for ten years. Now, retired from his black ops career he grabs their second chance for love. Neither counted on her family and demons from her dead husband’s past having different ideas.
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What can I say...I'm a publisher and I love all my author's books. Anyway...I was interviewed by Elizabeth SaFleur and I have below the transcript of said interview. One day, I might be able to paste her voice recording of her interviewing me, but until she retires from her hoity-toity job I can't release it. I'm too afraid people will recognize her voice. Yeah, she's kinna known around D.C. so...no giving away. Yes, Elizabeth SaFleur is a pen name. Without further adieu, see the interview transcript below.
June 8th, 2016
So it's very early this morning as I write. I realize I have very little in the way of an update. Looks like this blog is going to be very short. Here it is:
I've gotten back everyone's crits for Seducing Sensei. My crit partners rock! I have some amazing information. I didn't think about it at the time but I probably should have had someone help me with developmental edits. But that's just not how I roll...
On another note, I'm working towards the Seducing Sensei book trailer. So while I read through all my "life-vests" here's another excerpt from Seducing Sensei that may or may not make the final cut (but probably will).
“Are you all right?” He said. But there was no concern in his eyes. Only his stubborn poker face.
I regained my balance and tried to push him away as forcefully as I could. He might as well be bolted to the ground. He didn’t even move under my hand. It was me who stumbled away. This time he didn’t motion to grab me. Thankfully I didn’t trip this time.
My body went numb. My mind went blank. My only urge was to run, flee, escape. The body shakes returned in force. There was no Itsuma to hold me this time.
“If this is how you act around me, what is the point?” He said.
“You were supposed to meet me at the grill.” I tried holding myself to put back the pieces of my failing courage.
Kai stepped into my house and shut the front door. “I would rather speak in private. I have something personal to say.”
Fucking Kai—doing whatever he pleased. He hadn’t changed. We stared at each other. Kai looked the same as he had five years ago. His black hair still shined. His short locks waved and shifted whenever he moved like a damn shampoo commercial. Those golden eyes still pierced with a laser focus that seemed to be able to physically push people away. Narrow chin, slight nose and a perfect complexion made him devilishly handsome. Operative word being devilish. But that face wouldn’t fool me anymore.
“So I have a favor,” I said.
“What? No how is life? How have you been? What is new?” Kai folded his arms as if he had a right to be pissed.
“Fuck you, you god damn asshole! You’re five fucking years too late. Go to hell!” I screamed my head off. Wetness trickled down my face. Shit. I couldn’t look at him. Not like this.
“Communication runs both ways.”
My head snapped up. “Communication? Well then you’re the worst listener ever.”
Kai breathed a sigh of relief.
My trembling became a source of energy. The energy enough to punch him in the face. “No you don’t get to come here and find resolution fucktard. You used me like a god damn toilet...” my knees wobbled. I caught myself and leaned against the back of my couch. Oh god, why did I call him?
Flashes of memory came rolling in. Six years of trying to forget him and what he did came rolling back like it was yesterday. Kai staring at me like he’d never seen blood in his whole life. The hospital. The nightmares. Watching him sling an arm around a girl, ignoring me as they passed. The pain of rejection when I needed answers and he wouldn’t return my calls.
His voiced snapped me back into the present. “Granted, I probably deserve your ire—”
“Probably?” I screamed like a woman who’d been cheated on. “Ire? No, you son-bitch, there’s no probably about it. What you did doesn’t just cause ire fuck face.”
“You always did have a flare for theatrics.”
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