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It’s just me…

As I expected, November and December were bad migraine months. In the two month span, I think I might have had one week total without any pain at all, and those days were spread out.
I had been editing and eventually published my novel, The God Machine, in between migraine attacks. I have a new rule. Keep your hand away from the red publish button whilst in the middle of a month of Migraines! Thank God I didn’t sell much, cause it needed more work.
The way I’m doing it is probably not the best, but I’ve been editing a section of my book a day and republishing the better edits.
Also, I really need to rework my blurb for The God Machine. I knew for months it needed to be done because the current one looked more YA appealing than romance, but I think I have it now.
It’s really quite miraculous how these things happen. Yesterday morning, after a long night of tryptophan induced dreams, I popped up, and the first thing that popped into my head was a great first line for my TGM blurb….and then I wrote the rest of the blurb in five minutes. That brings letting things percolate to a whole new level. I hate migraines, but I love being a writer!
So I will re-re-edit The God Machine, Re-re-edit The Fall and hope to have it out by the end of January, Finish my alien series, etc….

There is no end!!!!!

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Nothing Left to do But Edit

The typing phase is done. The pages of my notebooks have run empty. I’ve been typing feverishly for the past month trying to get that second draft (typing draft) of my wip into my computer, and now it has come to pass. The God Machine has been digitized!
I noticed how light my back pack was this morning. Yes, I had my computer in it, but it just felt wrong. Those two think notebooks that I would drag around with me everywhere I went, they were gone. Full of life and beauty, full of blue pen and red pen and folded down pages, chapter notes, wizard’s names, apprentice names, magic… now they are just piles of dead tree. How quickly the magic goes away from one medium and is transferred to another. A new phase begins today…Real, hard, destructive editing. This should be fun.


Construction to Destruction

Going from the creative writing part of being a writer (construction) to the editing part (destruction) is hard!
I just finished writing The Sorcerer’s Apprentice (working title) and I am now ready to start chopping that sucker up and making it readable. I also have another finished novel that I should have been editing, but instead I indulged my muse and finished The Sorcerer’s Apprentice letting The Fall fall by the wayside.
My predicament is I’m still feeling creative and am just itching to keep going with more fun writing. The only problem with that is I have two books here waiting to be edited and if I don’t get them finished they won’t ever be seen and I won’t make any money to support myself, my cat, and my muse…
Yikes! I don’t want to shut down the creative center, but on the other hand I do like to eat every now and then.
Time to put on the big girl pants and start editing and revising. I’ll write a little bit to keep the nasty monster away, but that other work must be done, too. A good balance of work and play makes the Teri a happy writer.

I am also thinking about putting my whole wizard book up on its own blog, a chapter or two a week. I heard from some sources that it is a good idea, but some that it’s not. I know a few of my followers have done this in the past and i was wondering if any of you wanted to give me any pointers or opinions about this. Any opinions will be appreciated.
Have a great weekend everyone.


And 40 Years Later…

Here’s my tie dye of the day!

And here’s my post…

Passage of time is a strange little monster. I think it’s something that a lot of people do differently and there is not real right or wrong way to do it (as with all writing, I guess). P of T is an elephant I’ve been struggling with for the past couple of days. I have sought help from all corners of the internet and i still don’t have a really great answer, so I just made my own and hope it’s el correcto.
Here is a little background to my story… Two wizard’s apprentices are marked for death by the league of wizards known as the UWA. The apprentices are being attacked on a daily basis by the black wizard of death who has been taxed with their execution. The first P of T occurs over a time span of hundreds of years. Not much happens in that period of time except our heroes wander through the wilderness. Basically I started the scene a hundred years later and peppered in mentions of events and lines like “We did that a hundred years ago.” That one was easy.
Second P of T takes place when our heroes go into hiding for an undisclosed amount of time. They have a great life living on their own private island that they created with people they created and a town they created. This P of T was a little different in that I wanted to show that they had a good time, but I didn’t really want to go into it too deeply. What I ended up doing was writing about 2 pages worth of narrative with what I like to call blips of action where there will be several paragraphs of narrative and then a brief blob of action just so the readers know my characters are still there and participating in the story. I don’t know how well this will stand, but I’m hoping one or two of my blog friends may have some advice.
The last P of T instance, and the one giving me the most trouble, is right at the end of the book . Our heroes think they have destroyed the black wizard live in peace again for a short time. The apprentices even get married, but then it turns out the black wizard is not dead. He is just waiting for a moment of weakness to strike them. Basically its 40 years of battles and peace and more battles and more peace.
There weren’t supposed to be scenes within the 40 years. I was basically just gonna tell ya what happened. That didn’t work out because my characters are still writing themselves. I know telling is looked down upon in the writing world, but in some places, like P of T, it is very helpful.
I didn’t want to tell the whole thing because there were a lot of things I just couldn’t get by with telling. My two main characters are stuck in the human realm for 40 years this time, and they cannot use their powers because that would lead the black wizard straight to them. They live like humans for those 40 years but are always on the run. They are in the United States during this time and they live throughout the 70’s 80’s 90’s and 2000’s. Basically in this 40 year P of T, I would write a little bit of narrative, and then put my characters in an action scene. I would do the same thing for every decade. This was not the easiest thing in the world to do, but I owed it to my characters not to write the happiest parts of their lives away.
Anyway, writing passage of time is hard. I would appreciate any wisdom from my blogging friends.
Now I basically have a few small scenes before I can say “the end,” and that’s basically how I plan to spend the rest of my day. After I’m done here, I’m going to take a nice month long vacation on writing and do some intensive reading. Bloggers, do you have any book recommendations for me? Have fun!


Ack! I Just Learned Something Important!

Well, I knew it was coming. I got my first bad review for my book, but you know what? I’m not disappointed. The person was really helpful telling me things that I should work on and things I didn’t even know I should work on. Thank God for Smashwords. I can change things!

Okay, so there were a lot of things that she said that were nit picky and I fixed them in five minutes. I’ve been on the Google and I found out that I am having trouble with Homophones. What’s a Homophone? No, it’s not a pink cell phone that has the hots for another pink cell phone. A Homophone is a word that sounds like the same word but has a different spelling and different meaning, like wench and winch. Sorry guys and gals, I am not an English major. Mom sent me to school for business. I can only go off of what my mid-west high school English teachers told me, or what I look up, and if I don’t know to look it up, well, you know the rest. I will definitely be looking into those Homophones in the future. (P.S. I don’t blame my teachers for this. I was not the best student. OOPS!)
Another thing, and I’m a little embarrassed because I had NO CLUE, is head hopping. I had to surf two or three or ten web pages before I knew what the heck people were talking about, and it is a bit disconcerting for me. I knew that you weren’t supposed to do it, but I really wasn’t sure what it was. I assumed if you were writing omnisciently (red line is telling me it’s not a word) that you knew what everybody was thinking all the time. Not really, if you’re the little gnome riding inside one person’s brain, you apparently are supposed to stay there till the end of the scene just to keep the reader from freaking out. I’m not sure. I’m going to look into this further and see what I can do for my jumping gnome. If anyone has any opinions or a better way to explain this I would appreciate a comment or two.
Happy writing!


I’m Giving my Regency Romance novel away for FREE!

I must be insane!

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/146442

COME AND GET IT LADIES!!!

 

To Love a Beast

Fiction » Romance » Regency

Cover for 'To Love a Beast'

By Teri Harvey
Rating: Not yet rated.
Published: March 30, 2012
Words: 99645 (approximate)
Language: English
ISBN: 9781476341767

Short description

Unable to stand by as Madison Fitzwalter’s future is ripped from her, Charles, The Duke of Radcliffe, who has inexplicably fallen for the lady he soiled and deserted, makes plans to forge a new future for Madison, a future where he is her husband…whether she likes it or not.

Extended description

To Love a Beast is a Regency romance novel about a young debutant named Madison Fitzwalter who is kidnapped by mistake. Judged to be a fitting substitute for his intended victim, Madison is blindfolded and seduced by man who awakens a passion inside of her the likes of which the sheltered innocent has never felt. At the end of her illicit night with a man only known to her as Teddy, Madison is returned to London manor from which she’d been plucked and left alone to face the scorn and rejection of the ton leaving her heartbroken and inexplicably pining for the mysterious lover who abandoned her.
Charles, The Duke of Radcliffe, never expects to see this girl again after he’d seduced and released her. Charles is painfully aware that he should never have touched the chit delivered to his bed by mistake, but the young beauty is just too tempting, and watching the next morning as she is ostracized by an unforgiving Ton only complicates matters. Unable to stand by as Madison’s future i… (Read more)


Butterfly on Hypocracy and Literaty Agents.

Well, I said I’d never do it again. I said that Smashwords was enough for me, but it was all a lie. It’s been one year since I last queried an agent and I know because I found the query and wept over it. Today, I got a message from the universe telling me to query one more agent, the one agent I’ve been looking at and reading her blog for the past year. She seemed like the only agent out there who was not at all ambiguous about what she wanted in a client. I don’t know how many agents I’ve seen that just have the word romance jotted down in a big ole list of things they represent. Humm, that doesn’t seem like the place I should be querying.
AGENTS: PLEASE BE MORE SPECIFIC! YOU DRIVE A ME CRAZY-ER”
I’m still not officially “querying,” but I had to go with my intuition and give this nice lady a try, so I poured my heart out in this great letter that I wrote in 2 hours, and I am now awaiting rejection (WHY I DO THIS TO MYSELF?). All I know is for me, the days of mass querying are over. Mass querying is not very personal, and perhaps overly professional, and do you even remember who all you queried when you were busy cutting and pasting names in the inbox?
Nope!
My new plan is when I see someone who has what I need in a representative, I will write a personal letter giving them all the reasons to love me and my offspring- I mean book. At least then they know you’re a human being and not a borg mass-emailing at random. Hint: you are dealing with human people here. Treat them as such and you might get a bite (and that was a terrible zombie reference).
Until the next perfect agent comes along, there’s always Chuck Sambuchino’s literary agents blog. Luv that guy.


Get to Work!

Hello bloggers, damn it’s good to be back in the land of the healthy. I am officially on my fourth day post root canal, and I have to say I feel great. Getting back into the writing groove has been a little bit rocky especially because I’ve had 2 infections over the past month. It’s definitely hard to get back into the game after you’ve been sick so long, but today the words seem to be flowing, so it’s time to get back to it!
This post should be fun. I dreamed it up while I was hopped up on pain meds…haven’t needed them in 3 days mind you. A lot of people wonder about the lives of writers and what they do and where they work all day. I can’t say anything about anyone else, but I think my story is pretty interesting. I thought I’d share.

Here’s where the magic happens for me. Behind the Aura Cacia at ye ole health food store. I think I’m pretty blessed to have the place all to myself for 40 hours a week with the occasional customer coming to shmooze with me, and hopefully buy some supplements. You’ll see my second biz, the tie dye down below. If there is one thing you can count on, I always have some tie dye with me somewhere. I keep it in the store so it doesn’t get that car sitting in the sun smell.

On closer inspection, I’ve got my current editing project, The Fall, on my computer. I’ve got the aliens in my notebook next to me just in case I lose my mind and can’t edit anymore. I’ve got my Ipod music set to Dr. Jeffery Thompson’s Creative mind system. If you’re in a non writing lurch this will get your creative juices flowing again. ( I recommend the 2.0 system. It’s just better).

The very first time I used the system was when I wrote the first chapter of To Love a Beast (available on Smashwords). I wrote for 24 hours straight. That whole first 50 pages were pretty damn racy for me (it’s 36 now if you were counting. Editing), and I just kept going and going and going. It was like a writing cleanse/detox. Got it all out , baby!

Also, speaking of creative juices, I have a nice bottle of Aura Cacia Creative Juice always in hand. It doesn’t work quite as well as the theta waves in my Creative Mind System, but it works pretty well on its own.
Other good creative remedies I like to use are Phosphatitlesterine and think O2 tea. All these things get the blood rushing to your brain and your brain thinking faster. That’s one of the great things about working in a health food store. You’ve got access! And lots and lots and lots of spare time for your writing.
Just in case you were wondering, here is a picture of my little slice of Heaven. I will never ever ever ever ever leave this place.
Have a great day and buy a tie dye.


The Naked Duchess

I’ve been working feverishly on my next novel To Love One’s Husband (Battle Royal) The sequel to To Love a Beast available on Smashwords etc.. A little snag called a week full of migraines has temporarily slowed my progress and hindered my blog. My mind is finally beginning to clear, so I thought I’d share a scene I’ve been working on. I hope you enjoy.

The Naked Duchess
By Teri Butterfly Harvey
Maddie relaxed in the warmth and comfort of her giant copper tub. It was exactly the thing she needed after a long morning of taunting her husband, and Charles, she’d discovered, was much too easy. Denying him his baser needs was quite possibly the cruelest thing she could do to him, especially after he’d so adamantly admitted his desire for offspring. Of course, he’d been much crueler to her in the past.
“EEP!” she heard Gabby squeak from the other side of the room divider. Maddie sat up as she heard the door to her closets slam shut.
“Charles…” she grumbled. Of course it was him, and of course he waited until she was wet and vulnerable to come take his revenge, to come take her. He’d become so predictable lately. Even with guests in the house, Charles was determined to get exactly what he wanted. Even with guests in the house he would not be shy about making her scream. He knew her voice echoing through the massive townhouse and into the guests ears would embarrass her more than she could bear, and he would take pleasure in it.
Maddie sat up bracing herself for whatever onslaught he’d prepared for her. It had been four days after all, and she supposed four days was enough to make him suffer. She wasn’t that cruel, and his relief would also be hers. She lay back in her tub disappointed when Gabby slipped back passed the dressing screen.
“Damn, I thought you were my husband,” Maddie said evenly.
Gabby said nothing as she stared back at her mistress. When Maddie’s eyes lifted back to her lady’s maid Gabby’s face was ashen with shock.
“What ever is the matter?” Maddie asked worried.
“They’re gone!” Gabby shrieked. “Every stitch is gone, just gone!”
“What is gone?” Maddie asked.
“Your clothing! All your morning dresses, riding habits, chemises, evening gowns, they’re all gone!”
Maddie gasped and sat up. “What about the dress I wore this morning?”
“I sent it down for mending. The only things left in the closet are your hats.”
“Of course he left the hats…” Maddie sighed cursing him under her breath. Charles knew her extreme dislike for hats, and he never failed to tease her about it. She angrily hit the top of the water with her fist splashing it onto the floor. Then she crossed her arms.
She’d remembered his words from the night before. She’d never seen him so enraged, but she stood her ground.
He said, “Madison, if you do not make an appearance in your bedchamber this very eve, I will burn every stitch of clothing you have and force you to walk around naked and cold until you give me what I want.”
Her response, “Just you try it!”
Maddie, of course, slept once again in one of the guest suites, supposedly to be near her dear friend the Viscountess Candace. That was the story for propriety sake anyway. She hardly even knew Candace who was only here because she followed the Viscount and made the excuse that she’s wanted to see Maddie. Now they were even. Truly, she’d vacated the duchess’s suite for the soul reason of rousing her husband’s wrath, but it seemed her rousing may have worked too well. Charles had done nothing short of making good on his word.
Maddie stood quickly letting all the water flow off her. Gabby hurried to her with the towel wrapping her up in it.
“At least he didn’t get this!” Maddie said running across the room to her closets. She had to see it for herself. Gabby ran behind her trailing her mistress. Maddie flung the door open and stared at the empty space. Of course, she never doubted that Gabby was telling the truth.
Maddie’s heart pounded and her whole body turned red with anger. She was so angry that she could hardly breathe.
“Oh, I told you you should not tease his grace this way. He was vexed something awful last night,” Gabby piped frustrated. “Now what are we going to do? How are you going to entertain your guests with no dress?”
Maddie sighed, and then she smiled. Her smile only grew wider after the closed the closet door behind her. “Gabby, my dear, you are genius.”
“Oh, dear lord, I know that look in your eyes. What have I done?”
“Charles took all of my clothing. That’s just fine,” Maddie said slowly calming as her mind formulated a plan. “Perhaps the old Maddie would stay hidden in this room pouting until Charles returns for his prize, but not this Maddie. I am a duchess now, and as duchess, I believe much more is expected of me. Wouldn’t you say?”
“What are you going to do?” Gabby breathes fearfully.
“I am not just going to sit up here while he entertains our guests laughing at what a cake he’s made out of me. No, I’ll make him eat his words. Then we’ll see just who the cake is.”
“You don’t mean what I think you mean…”
Maddie whipped the towel off her naked body and left it in a heap at her feet. All Gabby could do was gasp and stand back.
“Oh yes, I do. I am going for a walk!”


To Love a Beast

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/146442#longdescr

To Love a Beast

Fiction » Romance » Regency
By Teri Harvey
Rating: Not yet rated.
Published: March 30, 2012
Words: 99645 (approximate)
Language: English

Short description:
Unable to stand by as Madison Fitzwalter’s future is ripped from her, Charles, The Duke of Radcliffe, who has inexplicably fallen for the lady he soiled and deserted, makes plans to forge a new future for Madison, a future where he is her husband…whether she likes it or not.

Extended description:
To Love a Beast is a Regency romance novel about a young debutant named Madison Fitzwalter who is kidnapped by mistake. Judged to be a fitting substitute for his intended victim, Madison is blindfolded and seduced by man who awakens a passion inside of her the likes of which the sheltered innocent has never felt. At the end of her illicit night with a man only known to her as Teddy, Madison is returned to London manor from which she’d been plucked and left alone to face the scorn and rejection of the ton leaving her heartbroken and inexplicably pining for the mysterious lover who abandoned her.
Charles, The Duke of Radcliffe, never expects to see this girl again after he’d seduced and released her. Charles is painfully aware that he should never have touched the chit delivered to his bed by mistake, but the young beauty is just too tempting, and watching the next morning as she is ostracized by an unforgiving Ton only complicates matters. Unable to stand by as Madison’s future is ripped from her, The Duke, who has inexplicably fallen for the lady he soiled and deserted, makes plans to forge a new future for Madison, a future where he is her husband…whether she likes it or not.

To all of my Word Press friends and followers, thank you so much for being a part of the blogging community. I feel like I learn something new every day, and I have fun doing it. You guys are awesome! If you’d like to help me out with some free marketing, please re-blog this post.

If you’d like to purchase To Love a Beast for your very own eyeballs, here is the link again.

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/146442#longdescr