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CURRENT CHALLENGES


(Original challenges slightly altered, because I never do things quite the way other folks do.)

One hour of writing a dayPledge to get offline 5 days a week100 DarkficsNaNoWriMo


PROGRESS METERS FOR 2014


Progress meters courtesy of Rikki A. Hyperion.


Wordage


61870 / 300000 (20.62%)



New works published


0 / 7 (0.00%)



Reissues and collections of previously published stories


39 / 75 (52.00%)
duskpeterson: An apprentice builds a boat as a man looks on. (Default)
"Probably it does not matter much where one begins [a story], so long as one begins somewhere - and some time. The beginning is almost always, again so far as we are concerned, made by an effort of will: a 'come-next-Monday-we-start-a-new-one' decision. A mystery writer who waits patiently for a mood to encompass him, for an idea to strike, may find starvation, or other employment, striking first."

--Richard Lockridge: "The Craft of Crime." In The Writer's Handbook (1950), edited by Helen Hull.


"Every morning between 9 and 12 I go to my room and sit before a piece of paper. Many times, I just sit for three hours with no ideas coming to me. But I know one thing. If an idea does come between 9 and 12 I am there ready for it."

--Flannery O'Connor.'


"There's a life outside the Internet. It's true. I heard it online."

--Johnny B. Truant in Sean Platt and Johnny B. Truant's Write. Publish. Repeat.


NaNo Eve preparations )
First day of NaNo )
Where my new stories are going )
Stupid internet addiction )
Getting myself back in gear )
The three-hour example )
How I write )
Still struggling )
And the saga continues )
Wrapping up the first half of the month )
duskpeterson: An apprentice builds a boat as a man looks on. (Default)
Historical speculative fiction and suspenseful lgbtq novels. All e-books are DRM-free; new e-books and reissues are multiformat.
 

NEW E-BOOK: Tour (Life Prison)

Tour

"'How have any folk here managed to survive so long? These are killing conditions!'"

He has taken his first step to being accepted by the other prisoners. But what is the secret of the missing prisoners?

As Tyrrell is granted a tour of Compassion Life Prison, he realizes that the truth about his new home is both more horrific and more wonderful than he could possibly have imagined. An intricate network of protection, service, and love is enabling the prisoners to battle against harsh living conditions. As Tyrrell begins to penetrate the mystery of a massive affliction of pain and death within the prison, the question arises: Who is to blame for the suffering? And how can they be stopped?

This suspenseful novel can be read on its own or as the second story in the "Hell's Messenger" volume of Life Prison. Friendship, desire between men, and the costs of corruption and integrity are examined in this multicultural speculative fiction series, which is inspired by prison life at the end of the nineteenth century.

Available as a multiformat e-book (epub, html, mobi/Kindle, pdf, doc): Tour.

Tags: crime fiction, friendship, comradeship, romance subplot, bisexual and gay characters, couples and poly, multicultural characters, prisoners, guards, wardens, rebels, spies, servants, slaves.


Excerpt

The "lads," the prisoners who were required to offer their service, fell silent. There were about two dozen of them – just enough to make a tight line across the length of the wide gate. Tyrrell moved closer into his corner, until all the lads merged in his sight, and then he peered cautiously around the corner toward the guards.

Pugh spoke briskly. "Medinger?" He looked up at the balcony, where Medinger had just walked into view.

"Pass," replied the guard, leaning onto the balcony railing.

There was light laughter from the other guards. One of them said, "And you'll keep passing till the magisterial seats send us female prisoners."

"I know that you're not interested in claiming a lad," Pugh said in an annoyed voice. "You're not eligible, anyway. I'm asking about Keeper. It's his turn."

Medinger shook his head. "Our Keeper is passing as well. He's already left for town – didn't you hear the riot doors ring the alarm half an hour ago? He left when I came in from the auxiliary wing."

"What in Hell's name is wrong with Tom Keeper?" asked one of the guards, to nobody in particular. "Is he planning to act like a lovelorn man for the rest of his life?"

"He'll recover," said Pugh. "Whose turn is it next?"

"Yours, as you very well know," said Landry. "I don't think you've forgotten that you're second in rank here."

"Maybe we should wait until the night watch arrives," suggested another guard.

"They're not eligible to claim," said someone else. "They're on duty during claiming hours."

"Yes, but they always seem to arrive for duty at the same moment that the lad is brought out for his claiming. If we waited till they entered the outbuildings, then we wouldn't have the riot doors screeching just when the taking starts. The first few minutes are always the best."

"If you think I'm going to take a lad in front of you lot, you're mad," rejoined Pugh. "I don't put on performances. Medinger, is the claiming room clean? It was a pigsty the last time I used it."

"Bed-sheets were changed today," said Medinger, his voice clipped short. "New toiletries as well. And Keeper told me to remind everyone that this prison's regulations require the use of a sheath whenever there is penetration—"

The rest of what he said was lost in loud laughter that came from the other guards. His voice rising above the others, Landry said, "Fifteen drilling years he's been going on about that. It's like living with a schoolmarm."

"Oh?" said Medinger. "Well, you're welcome to drill naked if you like, Landry. What's the name of that lad whom Chambers gave the Damnation to, a few weeks before Chambers died?"

The laughter cut off abruptly. Starke, who had lit another cigarette, smiled as he said, "Medinger, you're wasted as Keeper's orderly. You should be in the army. They need soldiers who can shoot straight into the belly."

"The issue is moot." Pugh's voice had returned to his usual tone of boredom. "I always use a sheath. I wouldn't trust myself inside one of those filthy lads otherwise. Landry, are you and Starke ready?"

"Ready and willing," replied Landry, pulling himself back from the parapet in order to take hold of his machine rifle.

"Medinger, take charge of the switch."

Medinger remained motionless. "I'm on the night watch. I don't take orders from you, Pugh."

Pugh muttered something under his breath, and then said, "Niesely."

"On my way." Niesely mounted the right-hand stairway, taking two steps at a time. Pugh turned his head toward the gate.

Tyrrell ducked back in the brief second before Pugh's gaze swung in his direction. He looked over at the lads. He could only see the one closest to him, an older lad with lines of experience on his face. The lad's expression was set, but his hands were white-knuckled on the bars.

"You." It was Pugh's voice, flat. "The one with the rag on your leg."

"No!"

The claimed lad's shout of rage was overwhelmed by the scream of the gate alarm. The other lads scurried back, leaving an open space next to the gate that was filled now only with two prisoners: the claimed lad, who was shaking his head over and over, and his mate, who had his hands on the claimed lad's arms as he spoke to the other lad.

Whatever he was saying, it was not reaching his mate. "No!" shouted the claimed lad, so loudly that he could be heard over the alarm. "I won't do it again! Not with Pugh!" He pulled himself away from his mate at the same moment that the alarm ended, taking a dozen rapid steps away from the gate.

"Wild lad!" The shout came from Ahiga, somewhere beyond Tyrrell's view. "All back! All ba—!"

The rest of his words were broken off by the sound of machine-rifle fire as bullets blazed thick into the prison.
 

Available as a multiformat e-book (epub, html, mobi/Kindle, pdf, doc): Tour.





FREE FICTION: What Slaves Do When They Aren't Cleaning Toilets: A Tale of Web Accessibility in the Cybersex Era (Rebels)

"'What I want from you is quite simple. I want you to design a Website that's compatible with Section 508— Stop sobbing, damn it!'"

What Slaves Do When They Aren't Cleaning Toilets is the first story in the world that presents web accessibility information for the disabled in the form of gay leather erotica.

For adults only. Available as online fiction or download FREE as a multiformat e-book: What Slaves Do When They Aren't Cleaning Toilets.

Tags: contemporary erotica, gay leather master/slave, disability issues, W3C, geek humor.
 

REISSUES

Click on the covers for more information.

Tops and SopsDeceptionTwists and TurnsA Prisoner Has NeedThe Consultation

RECENT CATEGORY BESTSELLERS

Twenty-nine Love in Dark Settings Press e-books were category bestsellers at Amazon during the past month; below is a small sample of the bestsellers. Click on the covers for more information.

Blood VowLaw of VengeanceBard of PainDeath WatchGreen RuinWax / Broken
 

RAINBOW AWARDS 2014

Rainbow Awards honorable mentionMercy's PrisonerRainbow Awards finalist

Mercy's Prisoner (Life Prison) has received an honorable mention in the Rainbow Awards 2014, indicating that a judge gave a rating of 36 or above out of 40 to the e-book). The book bundle has also become a finalist in this annual awards contest for lgbt literature. A judge's comment:

"Dusk is all about subtlety and shades of meaning. The details of the plot were slowly revealed, and often by reading between the lines of what a character says, rather than having motives laid out clearly before us. Sex does not dominate the plot, it is about relationships, companionship and the unexpected development of love. I also liked that the [five] stories linked to each other because I was so immersed in the world Dusk had created that I didn't want to leave it."

My congratulations to the other authors and artists who have been honored; I was pleased to notice the names of some of my blog readers.

On my awards page, you can see e-books of mine that received honors in previous years.
 

REVIEWS

"If you like Dark and brooding and BDSM, I would highly recommended it . . ." —Amazon (Roger G. Grace) on Love and Betrayal (The Eternal Dungeon).

"I don't quite understand why Elsdon suddenly is crushing hard on Layle.. . . It seemed to turn into a romcom. Heroine's gossiping with her bestie about omg I can't figure this guy out at ALL, and bestie's like, 'well, I mean he seems to respect me because I don't fawn over him, so maybe he's looking for that,' heroine's like 'well, he does seem to like it when I'm assertive; maybe he wants me to assert myself more.' They do this as the bestie sorts through her clothes. (Okay, fine it's probably for laundry in this one, but close enough.)" —Goodreads (Ayanna) on Love and Betrayal (The Eternal Dungeon).

"The only reason [I kept] glued to the text was the text. It flows. I don't know how else to put it. It's like listening to music that's so translucent and harmonic you barely notice it's there; instinctively you just bathe in it. The style of writing, the whole world created by the author . . . Elsdon, his timidness and hesitance which grew into something so magnificent, and Layle, who just took my breath away and made me want to scream at the same time." —Goodreads (Jaz) on Love and Betrayal (The Eternal Dungeon).
 

NaNoWriMo & HOLIDAY GIFT STORY PROMPTS

NaNoWriMo Participant 2014

I'm seeking Writing Buddies at NaNoWriMo (this is my first year doing NaNo), and I'm asking readers for prompt requests for my holiday gift story this year.
 

BORROW MY BOOKS

On my fiction series pages, I've added links to my e-books at Scribd (my other Scribd books are here) and Oyster. At either of these e-book subscription services, you pay a flat monthly fee to borrow as many e-books as you'd like. (To those of you who are wondering: I get paid the same for a borrow at Scribd or Oyster as I do for a sale at most online bookstores.)

duskpeterson: An apprentice builds a boat as a man looks on. (Default)
"The writing process is notoriously cyclical - and dangerous if one is prone to either mania or depression or both. There is the 'up' of an inspired bout of writing and the 'down' of seemingly fruitless labor and revisions, and times when one is incapable of writing at all. When I was a very young writer, I hungered for more, always more. But deep down, I had so little faith in myself, let alone in my vocation as a writer, that I saw each poem as potentially my last. Having invested my psychic and emotional energies in a romantic notion of 'inspiration,' I would panic whenever the ability to write seemed to leave me. Now, rather than succumb to despair during my dry spells, I generally employ a prairie metaphor and think of it as a lifesaver, a dying down to the roots during a drought. Although the grasses look dead, they are merely dormant, and the slightest bit of moisture will occasion a change."

--Kathleen Norris: The Quotidian Mysteries: Laundry, Liturgy and "Women's Work".


Writing success )
Internet addiction fail )
Internet addiction fail, part two; plus, m/m covers )

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