What a fantastic summer.
It can be summed up as follows:
Lots of book events.
Many new friends.
Repeat as necessary.
As evidence, I offer the following:
Because glasses are serious business in Wisconsin.
This is The Katy. She runs a blog, writes, and smiles. It’s her thing.
Kristine is a writer who asked me to be on her book cover as a gambler named Dallas. I don’t have a beard, and could not grow one overnight. I was rather let down by my own limitations.
Also, if you blather on about pie enough, readers and friends bring you pie. I’m not sure my life can get any better.
Friends also tell you about barbecue so good you want to high-five the staff. (Bucky Bee’s, Cave City, KY!)
And, of course, cheese curds in Wisconsin. *highfive*
It’s been a darn fine summer. Lots of new faces, old friends, and great books. Look for two new audiobooks this fall (Heartborn and Halfway Hunted), performed by the excellent Julia Whelan (Gone Girl) and Erin Spencer (The Black Key). I’m shocked at how good they are. Acting is hard. Doing so through a microphone is just magical.
Heartborn is here, if you haven’t picked it up. Heartborn: Her Guardian Angel Was Pushed
Alo, if you’re watching Poldark, or want to chat books, weather, pumpkin spice things or anything else, stop by and say hello. Tweet Terry!
Cheers for now!
I’d like to introduce you to Livvy Foster, the heroine from Heartborn, which will arrive on your Kindles and in stores this September.
I’m thrilled to announce that I’ll be working with Lauren Flatt, who captures the mood, beauty, and strength I wanted to portray.
The cover will be shot by Chattanooga photographer Adrienne McNellis (see her work here ). She captures the fantasy and wonder that I’m looking for, and we’ll be in the beautiful hills of East Tennessee to boot.
Here’s the first look at Heartborn:
That’s it for now. Hope to see you at an event this year, too– check my calendar at http://www.terrymaggert.com/ for a signing near you!
I sent Halfway Bitten off to beta readers, then it’s off to my fine editor Jennifer Clark Sells.
Well, I’m going to read a little. I’m going to eat some pie. I’m going to drink some coffee, and finalize my author events for next year.
And then *cracks knuckles*, I’m going to write. I have three novels planned for next year. They will be as follows:
Book Five of The Fearless, in which a vicious killer from antiquity comes to Florida looking for his ancient weapon. One problem: the people who have it don’t want to give it back, unless it’s stuck in his belly.
Book Two of Banshee, in which we learn that not all cults are good, and not all dragons are awake. . .yet.
Book three is a passion project, in which the illustrious Delphine (I only kill for the kisses!) gets her own novel. She’s just too good to pass up, and this installment of her history will begin in 19th century Paris, when men and women shared secrets and beds– often with disastrous results.
We’ll also have three more audiobooks for your listening pleasure!
I’ll have cover art news in December, and a short story for the holidays about a dragon who wakes up to find that California is quite different from before his nap.
For lack of a better term, that’s what I’m calling our rain. Because it knocked down every leaf-like structure in the universe.
Up until two days ago, we were in that glorious stretch of weather that makes everything seem possible!
The sun was shining. The breeze was light. The sky, that perfect October blue that faded into the brilliance of stars I’d forgotten were so present. In a fit of achievement, we moved furniture purchased six months ago.
After removing somewhere between ten and three hundred thousand spiders, the cabinet was ready for positioning, and in that moment, all was right with the world.
Then, the merest hint of rain arrived, and the lawn– now returned to a green splendor not seen since June– became covered with leaves who collectively gave up (quitters!) to land on the ground where they will absorb water until their density is somewhere north of concrete.
You know why people get depressed as the days get shorter? Because they have to rake leaves.
No one in their right mind wants to rake wet, heavy leaves. But here we are, and unless I buy a flamethrower, this is my fate.
In book news, check my amazon page for some .99 sales this week. I just mailed out a stack of goodies to readers, and will do so next month as well. Watch for the next giveaway!
Until the raking is done, I remain,
Terry, Leaf Boy.
Tuckerization: To base a character in your novel on a real person. Popularized by Wilson Tucker.
Terry-orize: To base a character in my novel on a real person who deserves to be dealt with harshly.
Options include, but are not limited to: Dismemberment. Consumption by animals (real or imaginary), crushing, falling, disease, parasitical infestation, forced wearing of skinny jeans, and ironic tattooing. Also, death. LOTS of death.
I asked everyone on my mailing list if they would give me suggestions for Tuckerization (Terry-orize), and WOW. The outpouring of anger and seething grudges was a sight to behold. If you haven’t signed up for the list, here it is ( I don’t spam, so c’mon.) News. Freebies. Fun.
Some of the grudges range from rather minor offenses (a neighbor who honks every morning when she leaves) to actual bad people (a guy who poisoned a cat).
In all, I’ve gotten more than sixty (60!!!!) requests. So, I did the only logical thing and decided that instead of merely using one of these assholes in a scene, I’m going to use two. The first person (winner?) will be Terry-orized in a scene that I’ll post to this blog and my Facebook page.
However, the second “winner” will be included in my next book, Halfway Bitten, and yes– I’ve already written the scene. There are certain people who just make my teeth vibrate, and the suggestion I got from one friend/reader was too good to pass up.
Regarding her suggestion: It’s a type of person we’ve all met. They’re (unfortunately) more common than I’d like to admit, and they make me irrationally angry. So, while the chapter will remain a mystery until the new book is released, we will start by giving you the title of the chapter:
“Chapter Twenty-Nine: You Picked the Wrong Diner, Lady”
The other “winner” will be dealt with this week, and I’ll post their unfortunate demise here. We might even have sound effects and/or pictures; it depends on how angry I am when the scene is complete.
So, to everyone who wants me to take it out on someone for them– Thanks!
(And I hope I never get on your bad side)
Carlie McEwan is smart, tough, principled, and. . . young. She’s in her early twenties, so life is still unfolding for her like a series of doors that unlock as she grows.
Her lover is not young. In fact, Wulfric is more than a thousand years old, but he’s emotionally young in the sense that he’s been alone. Cut off from the world, and his own self.
I have to ask myself how they come together. How do I show Carlie’s desire meshing with Wulfric’s need of her?
Here’s a sample from the next volume in the Halfway series. Tell me what you think.
Delphine is a character who quite frankly got away from me.
She began as a 2400 year old succubus who was supposed to be a bombshell with all of the smoldering heart of 1930s gangster moll.
Boy, was I wrong. Delphine grew into something far more interesting. She’s kind, tough, loyal, and complex– and her merest touch makes the tough guys swoon, but underneath all of that is a fierce intellect with a heart of spun gold. She makes her fifth appearance in the next Fearless installment, but I have some news that will no doubt make her rather. . . .frisky.
She’s getting her own series.
I’ve started her first story, and anticipate our first story from her perspective early in 2016.
Remember her saying:
September. The Last Hurrah.
Also my birth month, and the month we lost my mother nearly twenty years ago. There’s a lesson here, I think.
I’ve been in an area afflicted by seasons for more than twenty years of my life, and in some way, September has become my favorite month. Crops and flowers start to look a little shopworn, and there are quiet places where creeks used to be during the height of the rains.
But then, we get a bit of rain and there’s a Renaissance in the fields. Things perk up. Flowers bloom. Beans get sassy, go a little higher. Things are moving again.
That doesn’t include the flowers. Here’s the thing about weeds and flowers: in September, they’re both the same thing. It just depends on where they are and if you want them. Regardless of our applause, they’ll bloom.
That purple stuff? It’s purple glory. It shows up in August, bursts onto the scene, and tells everyone that fall is nearby, so you’d better soak up what heat you need to get you through the inevitability of the oncoming gray.
I turn forty-seven in five days. I can identify with the flowers and the weeds. I was slow to arrive, not really the best neighbor for a long time, and then, once I bloomed and got a little rain, I was okay. Now that I’m in my glory, it’s late in the season, and I’ve got to decide if I bloom until the bitter end, or do I fade out?
I think I’ll hang out and be purple, if that’s cool. At my age, the fall looks pretty good, and winter, too.
That’s what my friend Staci said when I mentioned I walked into the grocery store and saw a young woman who looks exactly how I pictured Carlie McEwan (White Witch, Monster Fighter, and Maker of Waffles).
“You found a unicorn,” Staci said.
“I did?” I asked.
“Yes. It’s a one-in-a-million thing. Get it?” Staci responded.
“Oh, Ok,”I confirmed.
There was an awkward pause in our chat.
“Well, I better go do. . .something else. Don’t scare the girl. Make sure she knows you don’t have a creepy van or anything,” Staci admonished me. I found myself nodding at the laptop where our chat was scrolling.
“Think I should have my wife ask her to be on the book cover?” I asked. It seemed plausible to me.
“No. That might be even weirder.” Staci’s answer was quick and decisive.
“Ok.” I agreed, but still thought that when shaved, I look relatively harmless.
That about sums up the process. The results, though, are spectacular. Allow me to introduce Alexis, the model who is going to bring Carlie to life. She’s unique, owns Doc Martens, and has that uniquely beautiful quality that Carlie embodies. So, yeah. Unicorn.
This is Alexis:
As you can see, she doesn’t look frightened at all, so I don’t know why Staci told me to “approach calmly, hand her my business card, and take two large steps back.” I think I should be offended, but I’m not, so everything is cool, and we have our Carlie, and take that Staci.
But I’m not bitter.
So join me in welcoming Alexis, because this Halfway series is just blooming. I love these characters.
Until next time!