<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547</id><updated>2012-01-28T23:32:22.815-08:00</updated><category term='Kinsey'/><category term='workshops'/><category term='Book Club'/><category term='contests'/><category term='books'/><category term='cannibalism'/><category term='revisions'/><category term='tagged'/><category term='Darkest Knight'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='PW'/><category term='weirdness'/><category term='thanksgiving'/><category term='Craft'/><category term='updates'/><category term='Characters'/><category term='teaser tuesday'/><category term='social networking'/><category term='Agents'/><category term='Deleted scenes'/><category term='Knight&apos;s Curse'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='space shuttle'/><category term='deer attack'/><category term='Denver'/><category term='Writing'/><category term='short fiction'/><category term='Catty tales'/><category term='update'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='recession'/><category term='Elk Lake'/><category term='Pets'/><category term='Marketing Monday'/><category term='Slovak'/><category term='3D Art'/><category term='Adoption'/><category term='New Years 2009'/><category term='apology'/><category term='videos'/><category term='Colorado Gold 2009'/><category term='Bend'/><category term='shows and movies'/><category term='nineteenth century slang'/><category term='Gender Genie'/><category term='RWA'/><category term='Art'/><category term='Chiseled in Rock'/><category term='publishing'/><category term='Mystic Taxi'/><category term='Typealyzer'/><category term='interview'/><category term='Conferences'/><category term='friends books'/><category term='Elmo Scene'/><category term='this and that'/><category term='What&apos;s up Wednesday'/><category term='100 things about Karen'/><category term='Freestyle Fridays'/><category term='Story Ideas'/><category term='Colorad Gold 2011'/><category term='critique'/><category term='Book Signing'/><category term='love'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='Grammar'/><category term='Elizabeth Winick'/><category term='Thursday Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Karen Duvall</title><subtitle type='html'>Blog urban fantasy author Karen Duvall</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>301</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-164165485698444394</id><published>2012-01-28T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T23:32:22.850-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3D Art'/><title type='text'>Zombie Bear takes a Field Trip</title><content type='html'>I just may make Zombie Bear my official mascot. Ha! I had fun with him this week and took him on a field trip with on one of my other characters. This is like a story in pictures. The two visit the local clinic and find a few surprises while they're there. This was an experiment in lighting techniques done in a 3D environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ty0psDY5FPs/TyROYJYVebI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jd1eVeQ9t7M/s1600/Snapshot_007.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nttCrOk0e40/TyT1I6LxnxI/AAAAAAAAAWA/nM2WDZ_3dWI/s1600/Lens+Flare+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="356" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nttCrOk0e40/TyT1I6LxnxI/AAAAAAAAAWA/nM2WDZ_3dWI/s400/Lens+Flare+1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fiMtWwmWh9k/TyT1K1ZaY9I/AAAAAAAAAWI/pMdzckgtbvQ/s1600/Snapshot_003.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N8_EVpZgO0g/TyROoxvo4KI/AAAAAAAAAV4/7gQZ4Tsg37g/s1600/Snapshot_003.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-164165485698444394?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/164165485698444394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=164165485698444394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/164165485698444394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/164165485698444394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2012/01/zombie-bear-takes-field-trip.html' title='Zombie Bear takes a Field Trip'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nttCrOk0e40/TyT1I6LxnxI/AAAAAAAAAWA/nM2WDZ_3dWI/s72-c/Lens+Flare+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-286672334015430964</id><published>2012-01-27T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T09:30:24.643-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Club'/><title type='text'>Book Club Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYPJ3d2y4pI/TyLdKWwtyjI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/gJNhuoeF0eo/s1600/CIMG0571.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYPJ3d2y4pI/TyLdKWwtyjI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/gJNhuoeF0eo/s400/CIMG0571.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Book Club - That's me in front of the piano.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;Look&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;at the window and you can see it was snowing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fortunate to be invited to a book club meeting where the discussion book for this month was KNIGHT'S CURSE. I had a lovely time with these ladies, most of whom don't normally read urban fantasy. So they were introduced to a whole new experience in genre fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the genre was new, they all recognized the universal elements that comprise a character-rich story with a main character who struggles to adapt in a world she feels alienated from. Chalice's emotional growth toward becoming a woman, her determination to understand her roots and make it a part of her new life, and the dangers she faces as she works to achieve her freedom are all reflections of real life dilemmas. We had an interesting discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a few pages from the first chapter of DARKEST KNIGHT, which won't be out until March 23 of this year. They gasped in all the right places so that was immensely satisfying for me. The book starts on a strong emotional note and picks up where KNIGHT'S CURSE left off. It was fun to offer them the first glimpse into the next tale. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also nice to have the opportunity to discuss the publishing process and what it's like to work with a good agent and a seasoned team of editors. I answered questions and was fed tasty goodies. The meeting was an enriching two hours long and I can hardly wait to do it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-286672334015430964?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/286672334015430964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=286672334015430964' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/286672334015430964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/286672334015430964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2012/01/book-club-fun.html' title='Book Club Fun'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYPJ3d2y4pI/TyLdKWwtyjI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/gJNhuoeF0eo/s72-c/CIMG0571.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-3770292176613811982</id><published>2012-01-23T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T18:03:13.309-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elmo Scene'/><title type='text'>Deleted Scene from KNIGHT'S CURSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;This is a scene about Elmo, Aydin's best friend who is an elf. My  agent asked me to remove it from the manuscript because it slowed the  pacing. I still like it so I kept it in its own file and I thought now  would be a good time to share it with you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;In this scene, Chalice is trying to get to know Elmo  better. He's a very minor character, but his backstory is interesting,  just not necessary to the plot. Elmo's coffee shop used to be a pub in the early days, but  he had problems when his fae customers got drunk. That's when he switched  to just serving coffee instead.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up to find a  half-man, half-goat rummaging in your trash would have the neighborhood  police checking family medicine cabinets for drugs. The psychiatric  community must have made a killing that year. "I take it you've known  Aydin a long time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A hundred and fifty years, give or take."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My  expression must have looked surprised because Elmo added, "Elves live a  long time. Not nearly as long as Aydin, but at least four times longer  than an ordinary human."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did the two of you first meet in Denver?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nodded. "Soon after gold was found in the South Platte River, the summer of 1858. Colorado wasn't even a U.S. territory yet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It  was no wonder the two of them had become close after so many years of  friendship. Unaware how an elf aged, I was curious about the  circumstances of their meeting. "Were you an adult, or still a kid when  you met Aydin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elmo laughed. "I was about twenty six  or twenty seven, which would be like a preschooler in human years. He  found me unconscious in a ditch after my parents were taken by the  Vyantara."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor man. It had to have been  devastating to lose parents at such a young age. Though I knew what it  was like to be an orphan, I'd never known my parents so I never really  knew what I was missing. I feared the answer before I asked the  question. "Did you get your parents back?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes clouded with an unpleasant memory. He stared down at the table. "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  didn't ask what had happened to them. Did I really need to know? From  his expression I knew the fate of his folks hadn't been good. I thought  of the summoning room back at the Fatherhouse, the splashes of red that  stained the concrete floor. There was a good chance Elmo's parents had  been used in a ritual that required fae blood, something hard to find on  the mortal plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What was your family doing on this side of the veil?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I  think it had to do with the gold recently discovered in the mountains.  It's a precious commodity for the fae. My parents crossed through in the  same place the veil is now, right here in this basement."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So that's why you had a house built here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aydin  had it built for me after he found the veil. It took a few years for  him to learn what had brought my family here in the first place." He  shook his head. "They never should have come."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But they accepted someone's invitation." That's the only way anything from beyond the veils could cross to this side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They  were tempted by one of the Vyantara sorcerers who knew the veil was  here when this property was still an empty lot. He used it to lure my  parents across. He hadn't expected them to bring along a worthless elf  child."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for Elmo. "Weren't you afraid the Vyantara would find you here someday?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shrugged and took a quick sip of his coffee. "Not really. The secret died with the sorcerer who first discovered this spot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  I immediately knew who had been responsible for that sorcerer's death.  Aydin protected the people he cared about. He had taken Elmo under his  wing and raised him as his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Elmo, why did you stay on this side? You must still have family beyond the green veil. Don't you miss your home?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palm  down, he waggled his open hand like the wings of an airplane. "You  can't miss something you never knew to begin with. Besides, I have  plenty of fae friends who visit me all the time. I've held the  invitation open to them for decades. And I've crossed over to their side  a time or two, but I'm not comfortable there. It's very backward. And  there's no coffee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That made me smile. "I'm amazed Aydin was able to keep you and your shop a secret all these years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's  been a good friend." Elmo's eyes glazed over as he stared into the  distance, looking wistful. "We've helped each other a lot over the  years. We make a good team."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I bet you do." Elmo's  Coffee Shop had been Aydin's port in the storm, and now it was mine. And  Quin's. "I'd like to know more about the fae. And about white magic.  Would you teach me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His grin split his face from ear  to ear, his cheeks bulging like two ripe plums when he smiled. It was  nice to see him without his usual bitter beer face. He was an attractive  old elf. More on the ancient side, but still handsome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-3770292176613811982?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/3770292176613811982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=3770292176613811982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/3770292176613811982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/3770292176613811982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2012/01/deleted-scene-from-knights-curse.html' title='Deleted Scene from KNIGHT&apos;S CURSE'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-3896620296393813053</id><published>2012-01-22T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T17:11:14.211-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>More Art: The Original Zombie Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MsJeyS_WQHo/Txyy02SUurI/AAAAAAAAAVI/70DGLTYECJI/s1600/Zombie+Bear+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="391" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MsJeyS_WQHo/Txyy02SUurI/AAAAAAAAAVI/70DGLTYECJI/s400/Zombie+Bear+2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished making this teddy bear in a 3D graphics program, so I took a snapshot of him. You've heard of Chucky, that evil doll that stars in those horror movies? Well, move over, Chuck, because here comes Zombie Bear! A cheerful stuffed toy that any child would love to play with, right? Other than his crazy eyes and bloody stuffing, he's a happy little guy who just wants to cuddle. But don't get too close or those fangs could take a bite out of you. Bwahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could make up a story about Zombie Bear, what would it be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-3896620296393813053?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/3896620296393813053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=3896620296393813053' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/3896620296393813053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/3896620296393813053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2012/01/more-art-original-zombie-bear.html' title='More Art: The Original Zombie Bear'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MsJeyS_WQHo/Txyy02SUurI/AAAAAAAAAVI/70DGLTYECJI/s72-c/Zombie+Bear+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-4240817418100562088</id><published>2012-01-19T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T12:27:00.711-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth Winick'/><title type='text'>Literary Agent Elizabeth Winick Rubinstein Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XDtCgM-agEE/Txh8Br5mZdI/AAAAAAAAAVA/dBk8tiodsPk/s1600/M%2526O+Logo.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="185" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XDtCgM-agEE/Txh8Br5mZdI/AAAAAAAAAVA/dBk8tiodsPk/s320/M%2526O+Logo.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fortunate to catch my busy agent this week for an interview. This is a special treat! Elizabeth Winick Rubinstein of the &lt;a href="http://mcintoshandotis.com/"&gt;McIntosh and Otis Literary Agency&lt;/a&gt; has been my agent for 4 years and she is an amazing story editor, extremely responsive, well-informed about the publishing industry, and an all around fabulous person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If her schedule allows, Liz will pop in to answer questions so feel free to ask away in comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Q: How long have you been with McIntosh and Otis? What did you do before becoming an agent?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;A: I’ve been with McIntosh and Otis for fourteen years.  Before becoming an agent I worked in various areas of publishing including subsidiary rights and Audio Acquisitions &amp;amp; Audio Producing.  I also moonlighted as a Jazz singer and composer.  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Q: How many queries do you receive a week or month on average? Have you noticed an increase over the past couple of years? Do you think more people have taken up writing fiction and if so, why do you think that is? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;A: Hundreds!  Our Agency has been around since the 1920s and we are very well established, so we have always received many queries.  I can’t say that I’ve noticed any particular recent upward trend or a trend towards more fiction.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Q: What are four of the biggest mistakes you see writers make in their queries and beginning manuscript pages? What immediately makes you say "no" and alternately, what hooks you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;A:  One of my biggest personal pet peeves is misspelling my name (it’s sloppy and plain bad form).  In fiction queries it can be a bit off-putting when the author talks too much about themselves and their inspiration vs. getting to the actual plot. Show me don’t tell me!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Q:  When you're considering a new client, how much do you take market into account? If you receive a great manuscript that's not in a “hot” market, do you pass on it? Or does a good story always sell?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;A:  A good story does not necessarily always sell (unfortunately), but if the characters draw me in and the writing is fantastic I am NOT afraid to take something on when it is “out of fashion.”  I am not one to jump on trends anyway.  Trends come and go, good writing lasts forever.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Q: What genres seem to be most popular right now? What trends or themes do you see as being in high demand among publishers?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;A: The strongest trends in publishing right now seem to be towards women’s book club fiction, commercial narrative non-fiction, and of course romance!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Q:  How has the fluctuating climate in publishing (both due to a struggling economy and changing technologies) impacted how you do your job?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;A:  It is much more of a juggling act.  We are trying to explore all rights opportunities.  So in many ways we not only act as literary agent, but also rights manager and PR consultant.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Q:  What would an ideal author-agent relationship be for you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;A: Ideally one of trust and mutual respect, with some fun and mischief thrown in.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Q: Are you taking submissions? Anything in particular you'd love to see right now?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;A:  Yes!  I’d love to see any project with a creative story, an amazing hook, remarkable characters, AND good writing!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;If you would like to send Liz a query, please follow the submission guidelines on the &lt;a href="http://mcintoshandotis.com/"&gt;McIntosh &amp;amp; Otis Literary Agency&lt;/a&gt; website.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-4240817418100562088?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/4240817418100562088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=4240817418100562088' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/4240817418100562088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/4240817418100562088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2012/01/literary-agent-elizabeth-winick.html' title='Literary Agent Elizabeth Winick Rubinstein Interview'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XDtCgM-agEE/Txh8Br5mZdI/AAAAAAAAAVA/dBk8tiodsPk/s72-c/M%2526O+Logo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-5177770284449104454</id><published>2012-01-18T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T12:13:27.786-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption'/><title type='text'>Secrets Revealed and Secrets Kept</title><content type='html'>To continue where I left off in my &lt;a href="http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2012/01/lets-get-personal.html"&gt;last blog&lt;/a&gt;, I'll start at the beginning regarding my adoption and what led up to me searching, and finding, my birthmother. Believe it or not, it does relate in some ways to how I developed Chalice, the main character in my Knight's Curse books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My adoptive parents went through a private agency in the late fifties. Adoptions were handled quite a bit differently back then than they are today. Very hush-hush and in some cases, such as mine, lots of deceit going on. Even though my parents' application for adoption had been approved, I was still put in foster care right after I was born. My adoptive mother described my living accommodations and even I want to weep for the newborn that had been me. The foster care mother was pregnant herself and had four newborns in her care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So imagine a tiny baby living in an unclean environment, soaked diapers most of the time, suffering an allergic reaction to the infant formula, and left to cry helplessly without anyone to hold and cuddle her for the first two weeks of her life. Yep, that was me. My adoptive parents weren't allowed to take me home until I was two weeks old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly believe my start in life affected my ability to connect and form relationships when I got older. My adoptive mother told me I preferred to be left alone in my crib and when held I cried to be put down. I was a product of my environment and struggled for years to be able to open up and allow others to love me. Loving back was another challenge I needed to overcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my parents never kept the facts of my adoption secret from me. I don't remember a time when I didn't know where I came from, I just didn't know &lt;i&gt;who&lt;/i&gt; I came from. To be honest, I didn't really care. At least not until I had children of my own. I had questions, especially in regard to medical history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I was 26 years old I embarked on an intense search for my birthmother. Back then, there was no Internet and sealed records were more common than not. I spent a fortune on postage sending letters to all the various departments of government records, but most of what I received back were documents with thick black marker lines obscuring any identifying information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a very determined person and I never quit until I get what I'm after. After 9 months of searching, I finally learned my birthmother's name and tracked her down. She was a cocktail waitress working in Las Vegas. When I told her who I was, she didn't believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthmother hadn't been allowed to see me when I was born. Wasn't allowed to hold me. The nurses promptly swept me away to the nursery and that was that. &lt;i&gt;They told my birthmother she'd given birth to a baby boy&lt;/i&gt;. That's why she didn't believe me. In those days, telling birthmothers the opposite gender of their babies was a common tactic used to prevent them from finding the children they'd given up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took some doing, but I had accumulated enough facts surrounding my birth to convince her I was the daughter she had given up at birth. We talked on the phone a couple of times, but we had nothing in common. She was a stranger. I'd come from her body, not from her heart. We never met, only exchanged a letter or two. She answered my questions and I was pleased to know I had 3 older sisters and 2 younger brothers, all of whom she had kept in her life. My birthmother refused to give me their names because they had no idea I existed and she didn't want them to think badly of her. To this day I'm her best kept secret. By mutual agreement, she and I never kept in touch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, this is getting long. I'm so sorry! Am I boring you all to death? If you haven't already clicked the little box in the corner to make me go away, I have one last thing to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthfather: who is he and where is he now? Well, I was surprised to learn my birthmother was a devout Catholic and had met my father in a Catholic church in Chicago. He was in the seminary, training to be a priest. Once he learned my birthmother was pregnant, he left the church and went on to become an electrician. He died of a heart attack at the age of 46. I found this out from his death certificate. I'd never had the chance to meet him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. How does any of this relate to the character development of Chalice? She's damaged, as was I, and though her mother had died in childbirth, she still longs for that connection to the family she's been denied most her life. She's desperate to belong. As for her father, she knows he's around somewhere and though she feels he abandoned her and her mother, he used to be her mother's guardian angel and is the reason she has the powers she does. Will she find him? If you read KNIGHT'S CURSE, you know the answer to that question. In DARKEST KNIGHT, there's even more to this part of Chalice's story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-5177770284449104454?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/5177770284449104454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=5177770284449104454' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/5177770284449104454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/5177770284449104454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2012/01/secrets-revealed-and-secrets-kept.html' title='Secrets Revealed and Secrets Kept'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-4825218252119616685</id><published>2012-01-13T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T11:12:54.320-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption'/><title type='text'>Let's get personal</title><content type='html'>I thought it might be fun and informative to give you a few interesting tidbits about me and how it affects how and what I write. There's an element of every author in every story they create. It's the foundation for our themes, our voice, and sometimes even our characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a fascinating or interesting life. Far from it. I live too frugally for one thing, plus I tend to stay on the safer side of living. However, that being said, life can be unpredictable and some of my past experiences serve as fodder for my writing. Though I've never been kidnapped, I have been in jail. And though I've never flown an airplane, I've jumped out of a few. And though I'm not an orphan, I am adopted. So you can kind of see how I might extract the emotions and perceptions from the aforementioned experiences to inject into my writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to expound on a bunch of my real life scenarios all at once and bore you all to death, but I'll reveal a little here and there as the mood strikes. First I'd like to offer you a touch of background on why the need for family and a sense of belonging is such a strong theme in my Knight's Curse books about Chalice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned earlier, I'm adopted. I was raised by loving adoptive parents and I'd never have it any other way. I grew up knowing I wasn't the biological progeny of my mom and dad, and it didn't bother me. It did, however, inspire curiosity among my friends and their parents, so there was always a kind of stigma that set me apart and made me feel different. I exaggerated that feeling when I created Chalice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalice has a strong need for acceptance, though she attempts to deny it at first. It's not until she learns that she's descended from an order of female knights from the Crusades that she makes it her goal to search for her family. She's never belonged before, and finally there's a chance that she can. In the second book she achieves her goal only to confront the risk of losing it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Chalice, I also searched for my biological roots. It wasn't until after my first two children were born that I felt a need for answers, for both myself and my offspring. Did I find what I was looking for? Check back to learn the answer, as well as some revealed secrets that I never would have found if I hadn't looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a writer, how do you use your experiences to fuel your writing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-4825218252119616685?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/4825218252119616685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=4825218252119616685' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/4825218252119616685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/4825218252119616685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2012/01/lets-get-personal.html' title='Let&apos;s get personal'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-510553501507572465</id><published>2012-01-11T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T17:07:13.217-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social networking'/><title type='text'>The fellowship of writers</title><content type='html'>I had the best time yesterday spending the afternoon with a few of my writer gal pals. Living in Bend, Oregon leaves rare opportunities to get together with other genre writers. The writers organizations I belong to are all too far away so I often jones for the special brand of comradery that only comes from fellowship with other writers. Yesterday made me quite happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The six of us had lots to talk about, and as you might guess, not all of it related to writing. But the majority of discussion slanted that way. One of the main topics of conversation, and the one most important to me, was social networking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmEVJZ_4lhk/S51dkUfbSPI/AAAAAAAABUE/sUH8yGbQ4-s/s400/coffee-and-brownie-on-table.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmEVJZ_4lhk/S51dkUfbSPI/AAAAAAAABUE/sUH8yGbQ4-s/s320/coffee-and-brownie-on-table.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had this blog for quite a long time (since 2007), probably before blogging was as popular as it is today. I used to be a disciplined blogger and posted something Monday through Friday. My focus was writing. I still want to talk about writing on this blog, but I'm more than a writer and an author, so I plan to interject other topics from time to time. As you may have already noticed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do enjoy blogging because it's a wonderful form of self-expression, but it can be challenging to find something interesting to say. I could promote myself until the cows come home, but how boring is that? So I promise to keep the self-promotion talk to a minimum. You see my book covers in my header, and the link to my website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a conversation with my editor on Monday about social networking, and discussed this with my friends over coffee and the best brownies I've ever had in my life. She made it clear that it's important I step up my game in the area of social networking, which means more tweeting, more blogging, and more facebooking (though facebook stumps me 95% of the time and I'm not sure how to use it effectively).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan on seeing more of my art on my blog and more about my personal life as it applies to my books. You may also find items about my pets from time to time because they inspire me. Interviews with my editor, Ann Leslie Tuttle, and with my amazing agent, Elizabeth Winick Rubenstein, are forthcoming. I plan to post some deleted scenes that never made it into my books. And I'll have excerpts from DARKEST KNIGHT here just as soon as I get permission from Harlequin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one more thing. If you read KNIGHT'S CURSE and liked it, I would be so very, very happy if you'd post a review on Amazon and/or Barnes &amp;amp; Noble. I hate to ask, but it's become important that I do so. Stars make my world go 'round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huggles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-510553501507572465?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/510553501507572465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=510553501507572465' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/510553501507572465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/510553501507572465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2012/01/fellowship-of-writers.html' title='The fellowship of writers'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmEVJZ_4lhk/S51dkUfbSPI/AAAAAAAABUE/sUH8yGbQ4-s/s72-c/coffee-and-brownie-on-table.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-5999485707473859961</id><published>2012-01-10T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T10:28:13.282-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Sharing my Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b_2ImpJE5dM/TwyB1p8jquI/AAAAAAAAAUo/PsaMzFs1s3g/s1600/Chalice3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="387" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b_2ImpJE5dM/TwyB1p8jquI/AAAAAAAAAUo/PsaMzFs1s3g/s400/Chalice3.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GkoWGI_ykow/TwyB4VNoMkI/AAAAAAAAAUw/HdJEhQFUNsE/s1600/Chalice4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="382" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GkoWGI_ykow/TwyB4VNoMkI/AAAAAAAAAUw/HdJEhQFUNsE/s400/Chalice4.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wf8gOTgXeXo/TwyB7Rdb94I/AAAAAAAAAU4/uLPVvgz8QNE/s1600/Chalice5.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wf8gOTgXeXo/TwyB7Rdb94I/AAAAAAAAAU4/uLPVvgz8QNE/s400/Chalice5.png" width="392" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd share with all of you some of my other creative projects. As much as I wish I could write all day every day, I also have other outlets to express myself. I've been a professional artist for over 30 years, and though most of that has been commercial art like ads and brochures and corporate identities, I also illustrate and do 3D photography for computer gaming.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love, and I do mean LOVE, to design more book covers. I haven't done a lot because the need hasn't been so great until recently with this whole self-publishing trend going on. If you need a book cover designed, or if you know someone who does, please have them get in touch. My rates are a lot less than you might think. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I thought I might add that I'm a guest at &lt;a href="http://www.ufreviews.com/"&gt;Urban Fantasy Reviews&lt;/a&gt; today, and I talk about the great subgenre mash-up. Please stop by to say hello and leave a comment about what kind of genre crossing you'd like to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-5999485707473859961?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/5999485707473859961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=5999485707473859961' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/5999485707473859961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/5999485707473859961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2012/01/sharing-my-art.html' title='Sharing my Art'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b_2ImpJE5dM/TwyB1p8jquI/AAAAAAAAAUo/PsaMzFs1s3g/s72-c/Chalice3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-2655876967186585660</id><published>2012-01-09T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T13:17:37.329-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kinsey'/><title type='text'>Do dogs have an imagination?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1yHef3dWt1c/TwtXJdMCh4I/AAAAAAAAAUg/MRTRHCDadbQ/s1600/IMG_0903.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1yHef3dWt1c/TwtXJdMCh4I/AAAAAAAAAUg/MRTRHCDadbQ/s400/IMG_0903.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hearing for years that dogs are unable to imagine things. They're only driven by instinct. They're not like people and shouldn't be treated like people. Well, I agree you can't reason with a dog quite the same way you can with people, but imagination? I say hell's yeah they do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my dog Kinsey, for example. She makes stuff up all the time and if that's not an imagination I don't know what is. Perhaps it takes a really smart dog to have what it takes to mentally imagine something. Kinsey has quite the vocabulary for a 3-year-old border bully, and I think she's learning how to spell, too. It's best not to say B-A-L-L in her presence or you'll have a slobbery tail-wagging 50 pound canine up in your grill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no dog behaviorist, but I must say my dog has taught me a few things about dog behavior. She's stubborn, willful, mischevious, playful and affectionate. And very sensitive, which is where I think her imagination comes into play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinsey has irrational fears, and one might think that's a canine defense mechanism, which it could be. But some of the stuff she's afraid of makes no sense so I think she's making it all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, one day my husband and I were walking Kinsey, like we do every day, and we passed some kids with a kite. Kinsey was very excited to see the kids because she adores children, but when she saw the kite flutter high above her head, she cowered and nearly pulled me off my feet trying to get away. What would cause such fear? A kite never threatened or hurt her before, so I'm thinking she imagined a future event that involved a kite swooping down to either attack her or lift her up and carry her away. She's okay with birds, though she doesn't much care for helicopters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also a certain area on our regular walk that always makes her drop her tail, lower her head, pull her ears back, and make a beeline to get away as fast as possible. That all started when the dog in a neighbor's backyard got its leash wrapped around a chair and it dragged it across the concrete porch, making a loud scraping noise. The little dog that weighed about 10 pounds soaking wet didn't pose a threat, didn't bark, just sat down, but the sound of that chair scraping the concrete freaked out Kinsey and she remembers. Now every time we pass that house she behaves like that chair is coming to get her. She also recognizes the dog and and if we see it on our walks, she cowers, though the dog couldn't care less about her. I blame her behavior on an active doggy imagination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your dog or cat or horse or other pet have an imagination? Want to share some examples? I'd love to hear it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-2655876967186585660?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/2655876967186585660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=2655876967186585660' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/2655876967186585660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/2655876967186585660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2012/01/do-dogs-have-imagination.html' title='Do dogs have an imagination?'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1yHef3dWt1c/TwtXJdMCh4I/AAAAAAAAAUg/MRTRHCDadbQ/s72-c/IMG_0903.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-7369262535594633511</id><published>2012-01-05T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T16:25:15.625-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Characters'/><title type='text'>The Antihero</title><content type='html'>I think the antihero can be a very misunderstood character in fiction, and not just in literature. Movies and television, as well. I believe those of us who love villains have a tendency to embrace the antihero archetype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure I'd have the guts to have a dyed-in-the-wool antihero star in one of my novels, but I sure do enjoy playing with them as important secondary characters. I think it's the unlikelihood of them doing heroic deeds that appeals to me. I adore strong contrasts because they shake things up and keep the plot interesting. And I love when the unexpected happens to turn the story on its head. Antiheroes are great for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most recent antihero I embraced is the star of an older television series called The Guardian. If you haven't seen it, I strongly recommend that you do. You can stream it from Netflix if you have an account. The main character is a corporate lawyer who's working off a drug conviction with 1,500 hours of court-mandated community service. He's forced to be an attorney ad litum, hence the show's name The Guardian. Now this guy is cold, self-centered and ruthless, such a contrast to the type you'd expect to represent the interests of children. But his character is captivating. You love him and hate him at the same time. His moral scruples are questionable at best, but when his vulnerable side kicks in, you better have a box of tissues handy. Personally, I think the series was brilliantly written and is a very good study in antiheroism, if you're into that kind of thing. Which I am. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vigilante type antiheroes are fascinating. They're well known for their appearances in noir detective novels. Sam Spade is a good example. In modern fiction you might consider the urban fantasy heroine Anita Blake as an antihero. Antiheroes are protagonists we love to hate, or hate to love, depending on the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's also the appeal of the alpha hero in romance. He appears to be a bad egg on the surface, but when his shell is peeled away he turns out to be a good guy. Antiheroes are human (well, not always) with weaknesses and vulnerabilities who often do bad things for good reasons. Their complexity is what wins us over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few examples of antiheroes who rock:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Han Solo in Star Wars&lt;br /&gt;Max Rockatansky in Mad Max&lt;br /&gt;Captain Malcom Reynolds in Serenity &lt;br /&gt;Snake Plisskin in Escape from New York&lt;br /&gt;Rick Deckard in Blade Runner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are female antiheroes, too:&lt;br /&gt;Nikita in La Femme Nikita&lt;br /&gt;Scarlett O'Hara in Gone With The Wind&lt;br /&gt;Lara Croft in Tomb Raider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the characters mentioned above are not benevolent knights in shining armor, yet their goals are in the best interest of the story. Their armor is tarnished and their swords a bit bloody, but they do what they have to do to get the job done. It ain't always pretty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any favorite antiheroes you'd like to share?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explore-science-fiction-movies.com/mad-max.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-7369262535594633511?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/7369262535594633511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=7369262535594633511' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/7369262535594633511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/7369262535594633511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2012/01/antihero.html' title='The Antihero'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-1722921356969268620</id><published>2012-01-01T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T10:09:09.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/x91rBzNKvlc/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x91rBzNKvlc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x91rBzNKvlc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;┊┊┈HAPPY┈NEW┈YEAR┈┊┊&lt;br /&gt;╱▔▔╲┊┊┊┊┊┊┊┊╱▔▔╲&lt;br /&gt;▏╱╲▕╱▔▔╲┊▕▔▔▏╱╲▕&lt;br /&gt;▔┊╱▕▕▋▊▕▂╱▅▕▔┊╱▕&lt;br /&gt;┊╱┈╱▏╭╮▕▂▂┈▕┊╱┈╱&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ╱┈╱▕▕╲╱▏▏▕▂▕╱┈╱╱▏&lt;br /&gt;▏┈▔▔▏╲╱▕┊┊╱▕┈┈▔▕&lt;br /&gt;▔▔▔▔╲▂▂╱┊▕▂╱▔▔▔▔&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-1722921356969268620?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/1722921356969268620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=1722921356969268620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/1722921356969268620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/1722921356969268620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-5238691155772534843</id><published>2011-12-30T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T18:50:46.438-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darkest Knight'/><title type='text'>Coming in March 2012... woot!</title><content type='html'>It's hard to believe that the second book in my Knight's Curse trilogy will be out in less than three months. Wow. I'm not sure when book 3 will be out, but I can tell you it's in progress. As is another book in a totally new series. &lt;i&gt;And&lt;/i&gt; a novella unassociated with anything else I've done. And a short story that will appear in an anthology from Double Dragon Publishing sometime in 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I write full time now? Pretty much, yeah. But I still do my graphic design as well, mostly 3D art for a computer game. I'd really like to design more book covers (no, I did not design my Luna covers, those are totally Harlequin's awesome creative genius). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZLOzZI-7aI/Tv508Zt9a6I/AAAAAAAAAUM/83j1WjZR6E0/s1600/DK+COVER.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZLOzZI-7aI/Tv508Zt9a6I/AAAAAAAAAUM/83j1WjZR6E0/s640/DK+COVER.jpg" width="411" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The blurb on the back cover:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;After the warrior she loves saved her from a murderous Gargoyle, Chalice watched helplessly as Aydin turned into a Gargoyle himself. Now, free from the curse that enslaved her, Chalice pledges to join her sister knights in The Order of the Hatchet—and do whatever it takes to regain Aydin’s humanity…and his love. What she encounters within their hallowed sanctuary is pure intrigue. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Someone—or something—is murdering her sisters in their sleep, provoking fear and suspicion among the order. Meanwhile, Aydin, unable to stay away, starts haunting Chalice’s dreams, urging her onward. Ultimately, Chalice will be faced with an agonizing choice— one that will tear away at her newfound identity and force her to choose between duty and desire….&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-5238691155772534843?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/5238691155772534843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=5238691155772534843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/5238691155772534843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/5238691155772534843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2011/12/coming-in-march-2012-woot.html' title='Coming in March 2012... woot!'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZLOzZI-7aI/Tv508Zt9a6I/AAAAAAAAAUM/83j1WjZR6E0/s72-c/DK+COVER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-6899710735841507193</id><published>2011-10-01T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T11:02:27.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lovecraftian Short Story</title><content type='html'>If you like short horror stories and have a hankering for H.P. Lovecraft, you just might enjoy the serialized short piece of fiction I've posted on &lt;a href="http://chiseledinrock.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chiseled in Rock&lt;/a&gt;. It will appear in four parts, posted weekly, so the next installment will go up next Saturday, October 8. I hope you like it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-6899710735841507193?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/6899710735841507193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=6899710735841507193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/6899710735841507193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/6899710735841507193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2011/10/lovecraftian-short-story.html' title='A Lovecraftian Short Story'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-9189751853345023122</id><published>2011-09-30T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T09:25:17.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest Blogging today at Nicole Peeler.com</title><content type='html'>Today I'm a guest on &lt;a href="http://www.nicolepeeler.com/"&gt;Nicole Peeler's blog&lt;/a&gt; and I'm talking about Urban Fantasy. Nicole created a special contest! Here are the details. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;From Nicole's blog:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;The prize will be any two mass market paperbacks of your choice that are available on Amazon (totaling about $15, or the equivalent in your country’s money). You can enter by answering Karen’s question. You can also earn extra points by reviewing Karen’s debut on your blog, Amazon, Goodreads, etc (one point for each entry); adding Karen on FB and Twitter (one point each);&amp;nbsp; and/or by adding me on FB or Twitter (one point each). Just be sure to add up your entries for me, as i’m no good at math. The A winner will be chosen in two weeks, on October 14th, to give you reviewers a chance to read and write. Buen suerte!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop by &lt;a href="http://www.nicolepeeler.com/"&gt;Nicole's blog&lt;/a&gt; and leave a comment. I hope to see you there! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-9189751853345023122?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/9189751853345023122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=9189751853345023122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/9189751853345023122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/9189751853345023122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2011/09/guest-blogging-today-at-nicole.html' title='Guest Blogging today at Nicole Peeler.com'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-1588914662956451451</id><published>2011-09-28T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T08:53:02.016-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>News &amp; Updates</title><content type='html'>Sorry about being rather silent lately. My bad. Guest blogging has taken up some blog time, and so has judging contests, which I enjoy doing. Contests can be time consuming, and I tend to linger over the entries so that I can offer as much critique as possible. I know what it's like to need feedback on unpublished work, so I'm happy to do what I can to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Update:&lt;/b&gt; There's not much I can share at this point, but I can say it's all good news. I'll be getting line edits for DARKEST KNIGHT soon, so that book will be done. Expect to see it out next spring 2012. The third book, which will be the final story in the KNIGHT'S CURSE trilogy, is in progress. After that? Something new and exciting is in store, but you're gonna have to wait to find out. Bwahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have a few fun events coming up.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, there's an article about my rather lengthy publishing journey at &lt;a href="http://headdeskforwriters.blogspot.com/2011/09/guest-post-and-giveaway-with-karen.html"&gt;Headdesk&lt;/a&gt;. Come check out the lessons I've learned. If you're a writer, it could save you a few steps on your own path. Oh, and by the way, there's a contest to win a signed copy of KNIGHT'S CURSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be a guest on my agency sister's blog, &lt;a href="http://www.nicolepeeler.com/"&gt;Nicole Peeler&lt;/a&gt;, this Friday, September 30.&amp;nbsp; I'll be talking about the urban fantasy genre and what makes KNIGHT'S CURSE different. Nicole will be giving away two mass market paperbacks to 2 lucky commenters and you can even get bonus points. Woohoo! Check her blog on Friday for details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vecteezy.cdn.eezyinc.com/system/resources/thumbnails/000/016/975/large/halloweentree.jpg?1287901962" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://vecteezy.cdn.eezyinc.com/system/resources/thumbnails/000/016/975/large/halloweentree.jpg?1287901962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Also coming up is a serialized short story to appear in four weekly parts at &lt;a href="http://chiseledinrock.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chiseled in Rock&lt;/a&gt;. It's a Lovecraftian tale sure to give you the heebie jeebies, and I swear you'll never think about hummingbirds in the same way again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://darkfaerietales.com/"&gt;Dark Faerie Tales&lt;/a&gt; blog has a special treat lined up for readers next month. They'll be featuring&amp;nbsp; popular and lesser known urban legends as told by the characters from some newly released paranormal novels. On October 15, Chalice will relate her experience with an urban legend about a child ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On October 20, I'll be contributing a craft article on the Character Hierarchy to the RWA &lt;a href="http://ffnp.blogspot.com/"&gt;Futuristic, Fantasy and Paranormal&lt;/a&gt; Chapter blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-1588914662956451451?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/1588914662956451451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=1588914662956451451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/1588914662956451451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/1588914662956451451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2011/09/news-updates.html' title='News &amp; Updates'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-8642397168998491023</id><published>2011-09-18T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T18:33:57.029-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Signing'/><title type='text'>Reading &amp; Signing at Bend's B&amp;N</title><content type='html'>Today was lots of fun reading from KNIGHT'S CURSE and then signing books. My family came, and some good friends, and even a couple of new people I had the good fortune to meet for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The staff at Barnes &amp;amp; Noble was very gracious and provided a few small refreshments, which everyone appreciated. I &lt;strike&gt;bribed&lt;/strike&gt; encouraged questions from the audience by giving those who asked one a tiny gargoyle charm. Events like these always give me a warm fuzzy feeling inside. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dMgGTkZsxVI/TnaaDcPgMSI/AAAAAAAAATw/tvpp5-27iyo/s1600/IMG_0917.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dMgGTkZsxVI/TnaaDcPgMSI/AAAAAAAAATw/tvpp5-27iyo/s320/IMG_0917.JPG" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eGa6AaTzkOk/TnaaEhaqOzI/AAAAAAAAAT0/6KwUi0zbvkA/s1600/IMG_0918.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eGa6AaTzkOk/TnaaEhaqOzI/AAAAAAAAAT0/6KwUi0zbvkA/s320/IMG_0918.JPG" width="291" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-12QnkMh64c8/TnaaF2NPZVI/AAAAAAAAAT4/eXCFbzeYMUc/s1600/IMG_0919.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-12QnkMh64c8/TnaaF2NPZVI/AAAAAAAAAT4/eXCFbzeYMUc/s320/IMG_0919.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--iLZil0NUDg/TnaaHFVGgbI/AAAAAAAAAT8/VaosLZAOpow/s1600/IMG_0920.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--iLZil0NUDg/TnaaHFVGgbI/AAAAAAAAAT8/VaosLZAOpow/s320/IMG_0920.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun shone a bit brightly in the background so these pics didn't turn out so great, but a little photoshop work helped. This last one is of me and my fabulous hair stylist, who works magic with hair. Anyone who can deal with my unruly mop deserves a medal. She's also the one who gave me the lovely flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I didn't come close to selling out of books, the event itself was a good time and another great memory to add to my author scrapbook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-8642397168998491023?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/8642397168998491023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=8642397168998491023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/8642397168998491023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/8642397168998491023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2011/09/reading-signing-at-bends-b.html' title='Reading &amp; Signing at Bend&apos;s B&amp;N'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dMgGTkZsxVI/TnaaDcPgMSI/AAAAAAAAATw/tvpp5-27iyo/s72-c/IMG_0917.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-1025667652908035228</id><published>2011-09-13T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T10:40:01.518-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colorad Gold 2011'/><title type='text'>Flying High After Attending the Gold</title><content type='html'>Even though I have a million things to do now that I'm home, I feel the need to blog about this most awesomest conference EVER before I get caught up in the whirlwind that has become my life. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been attending the annual &lt;a href="http://rmfw.org/conference"&gt;Rocky Mountain Fiction Writers Colorado Gold Conference&lt;/a&gt; for the past 18 years. Well, I actually missed last year's conference when I was having a hard enough time just finding two nickels to rub together. This year I opted to go into debt to make the trip and it was totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gold has something to offer all fiction writers regardless of what level of writing they have achieved. My main goal this year was to reconnect with writing friends I've known for nearly two decades, and to share my latest accomplishment with them. Everyone's kind words of congratulations warmed my heart and fueled my motivation to be a better writer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made many, many new friends, too. I have no problem approaching people I don't know and introducing myself. I consider every individual as someone interesting whom I'd like to know better. So conferences like the Gold are the perfect venue for that. I was a social butterfly all weekend. The evening parties in the bar and hospitality suite did take its toll as I've never talked so much in my life. Because I work at home, I hardly ever talk at all, so my vocal chords were unused to the extra work. However, it was a great reason to lose my voice, which was only temporary anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though my fabulous agent, Elizabeth Winick Rubenstein, was unable to attend for personal reasons, her associate agent, Rebecca Strauss, was at the conference and she's amazing. Polished and professional, Rebecca charmed everyone she met, including me. She was gracious and helpful to all, which was no surprise. I hope she's able to find a few new clients from the pitches she heard because &lt;a href="http://mcintoshandotis.com/agents.html"&gt;The McIntosh &amp;amp; Otis Literary Agency&lt;/a&gt; is a phenomenal agency that focuses on building a writer's career. A few weeks before conference, I interviewed &lt;a href="http://chiseledinrock.blogspot.com/2011/08/literary-agent-rebecca-strauss.html"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/a&gt; for the Chiseled In Rock blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a lot of fascinating agents while I was there. I really enjoyed getting to know Weronika Janczuk, an agent with Lynn C. Franklin Associates in New York. She's full of energy and enthusiasm. I think you could name just about any book, especially if it's YA, and she's either read it or knows about it. She's actively building her list and is open to just about anything, though she's not too fond of funny or overly light books, and doesn't enjoy heavy literary fiction. If you're looking for an agent to represent your YA, she's your girl, and her track record is impressive. There's a great spotlight about Weronika (pronounced Veronika) at &lt;a href="http://caseylmccormick.blogspot.com/2011/08/agent-spotlight-weronika-janczuk.html"&gt;Literary Rambles&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't attend many of the workshops. Social butterfly, remember? But I went to at least two a day, and bought CDs of the ones I wanted to attend but didn't get the chance. I got a lot out of literary agent &lt;a href="http://chiseledinrock.blogspot.com/2011/05/interview-with-sara-megibow-of-nelson.html"&gt;Sarah Megabow&lt;/a&gt;'s "Bang! Zoom! Pow! Those First 30 Pages and Why They are so Important." She's a fabulous speaker, very entertaining, and really knows how to get the point across. I learned a few things that I intend to apply to my as-yet-unpublished MYSTIC TAXI manuscript.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of MYSTIC, I wished I'd had a chance to pitch the book to &lt;a href="http://www.tor.com/community/users/Moshe"&gt;Moshe Feder&lt;/a&gt;, associate editor at Tor Books. He's apparently looking for steampunk because he asked to see at least two steampunk manuscripts that I'm aware of. I'll be sure to let my agent know about this for when MYSTIC goes back out on submission. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Before I forget, I should also mention that the Friday night conference book sale and signing was amazing. KNIGHT'S CURSE sold out! Woot! I had a few books packed in my suitcase and Who Else Books at The Denver Book Mall now has them if anyone wants a signed copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've never attended RMFW's Colorado Gold Writers Conference, mark your calendar for next year. Seriously. This conference has helped launch the careers of dozens of successful authors: Robin D. Owens, Diane Mott Davidson, C.E. Murphy, Mario Acevedo, Jeanne Stein, and many, many more. If you attend this conference, you very well could be next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-1025667652908035228?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/1025667652908035228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=1025667652908035228' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/1025667652908035228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/1025667652908035228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2011/09/flying-high-after-attending-gold.html' title='Flying High After Attending the Gold'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-3530798167034237130</id><published>2011-09-10T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T09:38:21.273-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colorad Gold 2011'/><title type='text'>Going for the Gold</title><content type='html'>I'm here for the Gold, at the Rocky Mountain Fiction Writers Colorado Gold Conference. I love this event, it's one of the best writers' conferences in the country, and this year it's just as amazing as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so good to reconnect with friends and make new ones. The agents and editors are awesome and I'm so impressed by their professionalism and willingness to share information with the writers here. They're fun and friendly, and appear to sincerely love what they do. Publishing is an amazing industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Night's booksigning went phenomenally well. This was my first signing event for KNIGHT'S CURSE and it gave me such a warm feeling inside to have so many people wanting signed copies of my book. I started out with 4 tall stacks and there were 2 left when the event was over. Who Else Books has set up a store in the conference so there are more copies available for those who couldn't make it to the signing last night. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have more to blog about after the conference is over, which won't be until tomorrow. I'll be in Denver until Monday. I'm staying an extra day so I can spend some time with my kids and grandkids. It's gonna be great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-3530798167034237130?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/3530798167034237130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=3530798167034237130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/3530798167034237130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/3530798167034237130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2011/09/going-for-gold.html' title='Going for the Gold'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-5873061023114375134</id><published>2011-09-06T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T19:30:31.009-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><title type='text'>Writing extreme emotions</title><content type='html'>I don't know about you, but I have not experienced first hand most of the tragedies I put my characters through. I haven't watched someone get murdered, or seen my life flash before my eyes, or been chased by demons and gargoyles. My life is a bit more subtle (aka boring). So then how does an author write about the emotions brought on by these experiences without having gone through them herself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could say you've watched similar things happen to actors on television or in movies and that's what inspires you. Or you could say a friend or family member had a similar experience and told you what it was like. Or maybe you read a nonfiction book or article from the point of view of someone who endured similar tragedies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are okay resources if they inspire you and get you to crank up your imagination. In fact, I have an awesome nonfiction book called LEAD POISONING that does a pretty darn good job of recounting the experiences of gunshot victims. I got it from &lt;a href="http://www.paladin-press.com/"&gt;Paladin Press&lt;/a&gt;, a terrific resource for this kind of information. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you already know that exaggeration is key to writing believable fiction. I don't mean over-the-top plots and purple prose, but sometimes you have to push the envelope just to get the right information across to the reader, whether it be emotion, physical description or action. That being said, a little goes a long way, so everything you write must pack one hell of a punch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not pushing hyperbole, but I am emphasizing the importance of making your words count. In everything. I could go on for pages about this, and I'll add to this in future blog posts, but for now let's focus on the bugaboo writers tend to pull out their hair over. Emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about anything, and I mean anything, that has had a powerful emotional impact on you and you can use it as a launching pad for any emotion you need your character to express. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course you'll have to embellish it for the purpose of your scene. For example, consider the most frightening experience you've ever had. Even if it was a call from the IRS telling you you're about to be audited. Such shocking news would likely send an icy ball of fear hurtling to the pit of your stomach. You don't have to face an evil sorcerer, ax murderer or a vampire to know fear. You just have to compound what you already know with intensity. The point is to use your personal storehouse of bona fide emotions as a building block to create authentic reactions for your characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's the thing. There are different levels of feelings we derive from our emotions. The IRS phone call elicits fear related to anxiety and dread. Fear for our lives is on a whole other level associated with horror, terror, panic, and hysteria. Escalating nervousness to terror is no easy task, so you will have to borrow from another emotional experience to balance the playing field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute. How can a different emotion be in the same ballpark as the one you're trying to convey? When it comes to visceral reactions, there are plenty of physical similarities to draw from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical pain and emotional grief are heavy hitters. Most of us have experienced these to some degree. That intensity is what you need to carry through to your characters in a way that will create a tragic experience for the reader to share. You'll have to put your imagination into overdrive, and if you build on these base feelings, you may be surprised at how effective it can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone feels. Whether the character is a six-year-old child or a fifty-year-old hardened criminal, these individuals are human beings. And for the benefit of the reader, the characters need to emotionally react to the events around them, even if the character only expresses it internally. A character who denies feeling anything is feeling it enough to think denial is the best way to handle it. That's a Catch 22, wouldn't you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be prepared to venture into some dark places inside your head. If you want to create realism in your fiction, this is a sacrifice you need to make for your art. You can do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to share an intense emotional experience in a comment. It can be anything you think you could derive an emotional reaction from to enhance an experience for your character.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-5873061023114375134?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/5873061023114375134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=5873061023114375134' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/5873061023114375134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/5873061023114375134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2011/09/writing-extreme-emotions.html' title='Writing extreme emotions'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-5020353190944541907</id><published>2011-08-27T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T19:30:28.759-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><title type='text'>The Joy of Writing</title><content type='html'>First off, I want to congratulate the winners of my Gargoyle Charm giveaway. The winners are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy Lane&lt;br /&gt;Laurel N&lt;br /&gt;Magola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cats had fun picking the names and I had fun watching them! Thanks so much for playing! ☺&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that KNIGHT'S CURSE is out and on store shelves, you'd think I could breathe a sigh of relief and move on to the next thing. The build up to this point has been arduous to say the least. It's been years of honing my craft, writing one manuscript after the other and collecting enough rejections to wallpaper an entire room (or two). So do I feel relaxed now? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is meant to be about the joy of writing, and it is, but there can't be joy without a little disappointment to highlight it properly. So bare with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been an apprentice novelist since 1995, when I wrote my first manuscript. It took a couple of years to write and it wasn't too horribly bad for a first effort. It even got me my first agent, but looking back I know it wasn't ready. It was a poorly written work of angsty women's fiction and it was just something I needed to get off my chest. I don't even know where it is now. Reduced to digital dust inside a discarded hard drive somewhere I imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on to write five more books after that, two of which were published with small presses. It was good training ground. I made very little off those books, which is perfectly fine with me. It wasn't until the second one was published that I discovered how limiting small presses could be. So I decided that if I was to ever be published again, it would be through a large established publisher that could ensure good distribution through all the major and independent bookstores in the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time I never forgot the joy of writing. Once into a book and cavorting with my characters and their journey, all the gritty realities of the publishing world faded away. I was doing what I loved to do, what I knew was all I ever wanted to do. So the dream of being published took a back seat to just loving the challenge of writing a good book. Every word I wrote was pure joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, my focus on writing competed with my other career, the one that brought me income. Even after I got my agent and she worked her butt off submitting my manuscript to publishers, then submitting my next manuscript, I was starting to feel the pressure. I had to make a choice. Yes, writing is all I want to do, but I also need an income. Would this book ever sell? Was it time to let it all go and just settle for being a hobby writer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung on by my fingernails and gradually sunk into a state of depression. I wrote less so I could focus more on finding ways to make a living. I stopped blogging. The economy tanked and I lost 80% of my design clients. I quit all my writing groups because I could no longer afford to pay their meager dues and I had nothing to contribute to them anyway. I gained weight and I cried a lot. I was a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all this time my amazing agent never gave up on me. She gave me pep talks. She encouraged me. She believed in me. She saved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it finally happened. I got "the call" from my agent about Luna's offer for a two-book deal. Did I immediately bounce back to life? No. But I slowly crawled out of the pit I'd dug for myself. I had to. I had to write another book to fulfill my contract and I could hardly wait to get started. I felt reborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now KNIGHT'S CURSE is out and everything is rainbows and sunshine, right? *cough* I wish. I wanted this, yes, but most importantly I want to &lt;i&gt;keep&lt;/i&gt; this. My goal is for my writing to become a full time career. My primary design client unexpectedly and unceremoniously kicked me to the curb a couple of months ago so that she could hire a different designer. My writing is all I have now and I have no choice but to make it work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky to love writing as much as I do or I'd be in danger of getting that mysterious thing called "Writer's Block." I've never suffered from it, but I understand it's a miserable condition. I have so many more stories to tell and I especially love the stories I have lined up for Chalice in her Knight's Curse series. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to wrap this up let me just say that getting published isn't the end of the dream. It's the joy of writing that gets you there, and it's the joy of writing that will keep you there. I'm in it for the long haul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-5020353190944541907?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/5020353190944541907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=5020353190944541907' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/5020353190944541907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/5020353190944541907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2011/08/joy-of-writing.html' title='The Joy of Writing'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-6461766633186827923</id><published>2011-08-23T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T11:25:46.671-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contests'/><title type='text'>KNIGHT'S CURSE releases today!</title><content type='html'>Well, the day is finally here. KNIGHT'S CURSE is on sale in bookstores all over the country. It's hard to believe that just one year ago, practically to the day, I got "the call" from my agent telling me Harlequin Luna made an offer on the manuscript. I've been floating on Cloud 9 ever since. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how certain days when momentous events happen will stick in your mind. I remember exactly what I was doing at the time the call came. I was on my way out the door to go to a lunch meeting and almost didn't answer the phone. Needless to say that lunch ended up including a celebratory Margarita. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on that day, my husband learned he got the job he'd been pining for for months. It was amazing that we both received such awesome news on the same day, news that changed both our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate the release of KNIGHT'S CURSE, I'll be giving away this cute little gargoyle charm to three lucky winners who post in comments. They are hand-painted by local artisans in South America and are beautifully detailed. He's not very big, but he's a mighty gargoyle with the power to ward off the same gargoyle curse Chalice has to deal with in the book. So you need one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X4Klgw4KZaE/TlPdIYk3b_I/AAAAAAAAATs/6sEJh6x9bh8/s1600/Gargoyle+Charm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X4Klgw4KZaE/TlPdIYk3b_I/AAAAAAAAATs/6sEJh6x9bh8/s1600/Gargoyle+Charm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The charms are strung on a black chord you can wear around your neck, but they're very small (as in tiny, like 1/2 inch tiny). I have mine hanging off my computer monitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll buy my book and share Chalice's amazing journey. Her next adventure will be out in about six months and that book is called DARKEST KNIGHT. I'll be talking more about it when it gets closer to its publication date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to include your email address with your comment so I can contact you if you win. I'll do the same thing I did last time and have one of my cats draw a name. They really have fun batting around the pieces of paper with the names on them. If my camera doesn't die, I'll be sure to snap a photo. Heehee. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-6461766633186827923?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/6461766633186827923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=6461766633186827923' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/6461766633186827923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/6461766633186827923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2011/08/knights-curse-releases-today.html' title='KNIGHT&apos;S CURSE releases today!'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X4Klgw4KZaE/TlPdIYk3b_I/AAAAAAAAATs/6sEJh6x9bh8/s72-c/Gargoyle+Charm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-2188115215638791317</id><published>2011-08-18T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T08:57:16.494-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agents'/><title type='text'>Literary Agent Rebecca Strauss Interview</title><content type='html'>I interviewed Literary Agent Rebecca Strauss of the McIntosh &amp;amp; Otis Literary Agency for the &lt;a href="http://www.chiseledinrock.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chiseled in Rock blog&lt;/a&gt; today. Rebecca will stop in throughout the day to answer reader questions so head on over there for this unique opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm interviewed over at &lt;a href="http://www.mangamaniaccafe.com/?p=5419"&gt;Manga Maniac Cafe&lt;/a&gt; today. So if you want a behind the scenes look at my new urban fantasy novel KNIGHT'S CURSE, please drop by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-2188115215638791317?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/2188115215638791317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=2188115215638791317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/2188115215638791317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/2188115215638791317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2011/08/literary-agent-rebecca-strauss.html' title='Literary Agent Rebecca Strauss Interview'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-4413572709352653438</id><published>2011-08-17T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T11:58:27.990-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><title type='text'>My Favorite Writerly Quotes</title><content type='html'>These are some of my favorite quotes related to writing. I'm sure you'll find some familiar ones among them, and possibly some you haven't seen before. They all resonate for me and I'm sure some will resonate for you as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I want to let everyone know that tomorrow I'll be posting an interview I did with Literary Agent Rebecca Strauss of McIntosh &amp;amp; Otis, a very successful literary agency in New York City, on the &lt;a href="http://www.chiseledinrock.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chiseled in Rock&lt;/a&gt; blog. This agency is near and dear to my fuzzy little heart. :) You do NOT want to miss this exciting event. Rebecca will be available most of the day to answer your questions in comments. See you there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One idea does not make a story, you need a second idea to rub it against in order to make a fire. ~&lt;i&gt;Twyla Tharp&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say. ~&lt;i&gt;Anaïs Nin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia. ~&lt;i&gt;E.L. Doctorow&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's a book you really want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it. ~&lt;i&gt;Toni Morrison&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's a book you really want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it. ~&lt;i&gt;Toni Morrison&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wastebasket is a writer's best friend. ~&lt;i&gt;Isaac Bashevis Singer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass. ~&lt;i&gt;Anton Chekhov&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy reading is damn hard writing. ~&lt;i&gt;Nathaniel Hawthorne&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ink and paper are sometimes passionate lovers, oftentimes brother and sister, and occasionally mortal enemies. ~&lt;i&gt;Emme Woodhull-Bäche&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between lightning and a lightning bug. ~&lt;i&gt;Mark Twain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A writer is someone who can make a riddle out of an answer. ~&lt;i&gt;Karl Kraus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing is easy: All you do is sit staring at a blank sheet of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead. ~&lt;i&gt;Gene Fowler&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being an author is like being in charge of your own personal insane asylum. ~&lt;i&gt;Graycie Harmon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every writer I know has trouble writing. ~&lt;i&gt;Joseph Heller&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A synonym is a word you use when you can't spell the other one. ~&lt;i&gt;Baltasar Gracián&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad. ~&lt;i&gt;Lord Byron&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pen names are masks that allow us to unmask ourselves. ~&lt;i&gt;C. Astrid Weber&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm trying to sleep, the ideas won't stop. If I'm trying to write, there appears a barren nothingness. ~&lt;i&gt;Carrie Latet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coroner will find ink in my veins and blood on my typewriter keys. ~&lt;i&gt;C. Astrid Weber&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write your first draft with your heart. Re-write with your head. ~&lt;i&gt;From the movie Finding Forrester&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An author in his book must be like God in the universe, present everywhere and visible nowhere. ~&lt;i&gt;Gustave Flaubert&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I fall asleep with a pen in my hand, don't remove it - I might be writing in my dreams. ~&lt;i&gt;Danzae Pace&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No author dislikes to be edited as much as he dislikes not to be published. ~&lt;i&gt;Russell Lynes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loafing is the most productive part of a writer's life. ~&lt;i&gt;James Norman Hall&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A writer is somebody for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people. ~&lt;i&gt;Thomas Mann, Essays of Three Decades, 1947&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit down, and put down everything that comes into your head and then you're a writer. But an author is one who can judge his own stuff's worth, without pity, and destroy most of it. ~&lt;i&gt;Colette, Casual Chance, 1964&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing is a way of talking without being interrupted. ~&lt;i&gt;Jules Renard, Journal, 10 April 1895&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-4413572709352653438?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/4413572709352653438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=4413572709352653438' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/4413572709352653438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/4413572709352653438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-favorite-writerly-quotes.html' title='My Favorite Writerly Quotes'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-5517010701357966314</id><published>2011-08-13T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T12:39:02.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's more flawed, the character or the author?</title><content type='html'>I’ve discovered several character issues in what I’ve been reading lately so I felt compelled to blog about it. Characters are what make a story so if you screw that up, well, you’re in beeeg trouble. In my opinion, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of writers either prewrite or conduct character interviews in order to get to know their characters better. That’s an awesome start. You hear about writers saying how it feels like their characters are real people, or their characters talk to them. Though my characters don’t talk to me as in voices inside my head, I do dream about them sometimes, which I think is my subconscious way of solving plot problems that may arise during the course of writing a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because characters are so vitally important to the success of a good story, I thought it worth mentioning a few of the mistakes I’ve encountered lately in what I’ve been reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Disclaimer: The actual material I read is revised for the purpose of these examples so as not to offend the authors.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Contradictory behavior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first chapter the main character describes herself as she imagines the man she just met is seeing her. The description is bogged down with her extraordinary beauty, fabulous fashion sense, amazing charisma, mind-blowing sexuality… You get the picture. Aside from it being heavy on the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Sue"&gt;Mary Sue&lt;/a&gt;, it’s unlikely she’s going to know how a man she just met perceives her unless he tells her. Or shows her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that’s how it starts. The contradiction comes a chapter later when this character is brooding over her double shots of scotch in a crappy bar, reflecting on what a horrible person she is. No reason is given for the sudden low self-esteem, so I guess it’s a mystery we’re supposed to figure out later in the story. Maybe the author’s critique group said the main character needs to be more vulnerable, who knows. Point is, this self-deprecation could work if it matched the overblown high opinion of herself expressed earlier. Even so, no reader likes to be told about a character’s attributes or flaws. We prefer to observe and interpret it for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The uncharacteristic character&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A character is introduced as a rebellious teen with multiple piercings, rooster style Mohawk, spiked boots and a switchblade in his holey jeans pocket. He’s young and riddled with angst. We know him; he’s the next door neighbor’s kid or Uncle Mike’s foster son who stomped out a cigarette on our living room carpet at last week’s family dinner party. Get the picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He chooses the day’s wardrobe from the bottom of the dirty laundry hamper. Of course, we’d expect him to do that. He leaves the house through his bedroom window. Not a tony kind of guy. Satisfied with our rugged bad boy, we read on. Our rough and tumble teen describes a man on the street in terms of his Miuccia Prada double breasted overcoat, knife-creased Gucci trousers and Fashion Flat Cow Leather Lace Up High Mens Boots. As a reader I’m going WTF? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not that he notices the man is well-dressed, it’s how he describes the clothing by brand name and style. That’s not our angsty kid talking, it’s the author, and we’ve just been yanked from the magic of the story because the character is now out of character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Unmotivated motivation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every character has a goal and a purpose, even the bad guys. Say you have a nefarious group of magicians who worship the great god Bumble. Everything they do is in his name. They gather disciples and convince them to worship Bumble. These evil doers are menacing and cruel, and make our hero’s life miserable. They want to sacrifice our hero to Bumble. It’s scary and exciting and… confusing. Because we don’t know why. Who the hell is Bumble and what does he want with our hero? What do the magicians get as reward for their devotion? If the author doesn’t clue us in on these reasons, we’re not going to care much about the outcome. Too many whys result in a book getting slammed shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you finding character mistakes in what you’re reading these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-5517010701357966314?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/5517010701357966314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=5517010701357966314' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/5517010701357966314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/5517010701357966314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2011/08/whos-more-flawed-character-or-author.html' title='Who&apos;s more flawed, the character or the author?'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-3159130233732080952</id><published>2011-08-13T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T09:38:46.039-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contests'/><title type='text'>We have a WINNER!</title><content type='html'>Thanks, everyone, for visiting my blog over the past couple of days and entering your comments to win a free book. I had lots more visitors (147 visits) than comments, but that gave those who entered a better chance of winning. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved your ideas for curses and charms, too. One thing I often figure into the charms I invent is that there's no such thing as a free lunch. In other words, a charm or a curse may expect compensation for its favors. This leads to some very interesting outcomes as you'll discover in my second book, DARKEST KNIGHT. Get ready for a wild ride. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the contest: I wrote down all the commenter names on tiny strips of paper, folded them up, and dropped them in a bowl. Then I set the bowl in the middle of the kitchen floor and let my cats have at it. The dog wanted in on it, too, but she slobbers too much so I promised her she could pick a winner the next time. So 2 of my 3 cats (the lazy one was sleeping... big surprise there) huddled around the bowl, curious as I expected them to be, and Sammy reached her paw in and grabbed a slip of paper that said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;TheaH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, Thea! I'll be emailing you for your address so i can send you a signed book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, everyone, for playing! My next contest will be for a gargoyle charm necklace, so stay tuned for more information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-3159130233732080952?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/3159130233732080952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=3159130233732080952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/3159130233732080952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/3159130233732080952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2011/08/we-have-winner.html' title='We have a WINNER!'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-5696765483534817858</id><published>2011-08-11T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T22:39:17.656-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contests'/><title type='text'>Curses and charms and a CONTEST!</title><content type='html'>KNIGHT'S CURSE is an urban fantasy about a modern day female knight named Chalice who is cursed with the mark of the gargoyle. What that means is she's in constant danger of turning into one of the ugly, fanged flying beasts and she almost does a few times during the course of the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of curses and charms in this story. Part of Chalice's job as a thief is to steal them for a nefarious group of magic users called the Vyantara. So part of the fun in writing this book was inventing a variety of charms and curses. I pushed the envelope of my imagination to come up with this stuff and my creative subconscious surprised me sometimes. I didn't know such bizarre and creepy things lurked inside my head. I need therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could create a charm or a curse, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's time for a contest. Woot!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an easy contest and the prize is a signed copy of my soon-to-be released urban fantasy novel KNIGHT'S CURSE. In less than two weeks, the book will appear on brick and mortar store shelves all over the country and it's already available for pre-order through online booksellers, including ones I didn't even know existed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you need to do is tell me what kind of charm or curse you would make if you had the power to do so. Good or bad, doesn't matter. Be sure to include your email address when you comment so that I can contact you if you're a winner. I'll put all the names into a bowl and have one of my cats randomly choose a winner. You must be in the continental United States due to shipping costs outside the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Contest extended until Friday midnight. (When will I learn that it can take more than 24 hours for the word to get out about a contest? Sheesh.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get this party started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-5696765483534817858?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/5696765483534817858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=5696765483534817858' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/5696765483534817858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/5696765483534817858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2011/08/curses-and-charms-and-contest.html' title='Curses and charms and a CONTEST!'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-600022848062776642</id><published>2011-08-10T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T16:09:56.690-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><title type='text'>So you think you can write...</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite TV shows is &lt;a href="http://www.fox.com/dance/"&gt;So You Think You Can Dance&lt;/a&gt;. I watch the episodes streamed on Hulu.com because I’m never able to catch them at the time they’re televised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While watching the show the other night, I noticed some similarities between dance as an art form, and writing.  Dance is an art, as is theater, music, the visual arts, and of course the various literary arts. Each art can be performed with varying levels of creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/3/38/Two_dancers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/3/38/Two_dancers.jpg" width="253" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the points made by guest judge &lt;a href="http://www.buddytv.com/lil-c.aspx"&gt;Lil' C&lt;/a&gt; was how each dancer, as an artist, interprets dance differently. They may each execute the same steps, but it’s how the dance is performed that makes the difference. Some dancers are superb technicians with impeccable timing, posture, extensions, and all the other myriad moves that are choreographed into a performance. But if their heart and style and individuality is left out, they won’t rise above the ordinary. Dancers who give it their all and let themselves feel the joy of dance, who pay less attention to their steps and more to how dance lifts their souls, are the ones who become extraordinary artists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got to thinking about how writing is much the same way. I should change the title of this post to So You Think Can Write a Novel because writing, like dance, is interpreted different ways. There are superb technicians who are competent wordsmiths. Journalists and technical writers might fit in that camp. If you can write an excellent software manual, can you write an equally excellent novel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good skill in one area does not guarantee excellence in another even if it’s the same art. Aside from the X factor no one can quite put their finger on, when it comes to writing fiction, there’s so much more to it than good grammar and a knack for stringing sentences together. A great poet may be a poor storyteller, a fabulous storyteller may suck at journalism. I think it’s rare for a writer to be especially good at writing everything, but I’m sure there are exceptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I finally have &lt;a href="http://www.wix.com/jkduvall/knights-curse#%21__gallery"&gt;excerpts from KNIGHT’S CURSE&lt;/a&gt; on my website for anyone who would like to check it out. And I hope you’ll come back to visit the blog tomorrow because I’ll be having a contest and one lucky winner will get a signed copy of KNIGHT’S CURSE. The book won’t officially be available for sale until August 23, but I haz books! Mmmhm. ☺&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, writers, are you a good writer? Or are you a good storyteller? Do you think there’s a difference?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-600022848062776642?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/600022848062776642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=600022848062776642' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/600022848062776642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/600022848062776642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2011/08/so-you-think-you-can-write.html' title='So you think you can write...'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-7829643331006008671</id><published>2011-08-01T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T14:31:31.633-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knight&apos;s Curse'/><title type='text'>Monday Madness</title><content type='html'>I have a list of blog topics to write about, but every time I look them over, I can't decide which one to do. So I put it off a day. And then another day goes by, and another, and another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm a card carrying member of Procrastinator's Anonymous. So not a good thing for a writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd post a quick update. The countdown begins for the release of KNIGHT'S CURSE, which is due in stores by the end of the month. It really hit home today when a firm knock at my front door launched the dog into frantic bark mode. The UPS guy came to drop off 2 boxes of books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't open the box fast enough and I'm surprised I didn't rip any covers in the process, but they all look okay. One's a little bent, but I'll hang on to that one. So you can be expecting some free giveaways soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gIwJNN6CMqY/TjcZO5pCMsI/AAAAAAAAATo/atAAMPEHKDs/s1600/Knight%2527s+Curse+has+arrived.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gIwJNN6CMqY/TjcZO5pCMsI/AAAAAAAAATo/atAAMPEHKDs/s320/Knight%2527s+Curse+has+arrived.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a proof of the cover for the next book in the series DARKEST KNIGHT. I'd show it to you, but I don't think I'm allowed to yet since it's just a proof. But I fell in love with it on first sight. Harlequin's design department sure knows what they're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also excited to have received my first &lt;a href="http://www.paperbackswap.com/Knights-Curse-Karen-Duvall/review/0373803400/"&gt;reader review&lt;/a&gt; and she gave me 5 stars! Woot! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come up with the idea for my third book in the series. My agent met with my editor last Friday and mentioned my idea to her. She wants two chapters and a synopsis by Monday, so what am i doing here writing in my blog? The usual. I'm procrastinating.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, playtime is over. Gotta get back to work. Hugs to you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-7829643331006008671?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/7829643331006008671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=7829643331006008671' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/7829643331006008671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/7829643331006008671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2011/08/monday-madness.html' title='Monday Madness'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gIwJNN6CMqY/TjcZO5pCMsI/AAAAAAAAATo/atAAMPEHKDs/s72-c/Knight%2527s+Curse+has+arrived.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-8291573041591352073</id><published>2011-07-14T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T19:39:28.970-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thougths: Writing the "Different" Book</title><content type='html'>Writing in the fantasy and paranormal genres means a more diverse playground for story ideas and concepts. But even in a sea of limitless imagination, there are a limited number of slots to fill with each publisher. Especially if it’s one of the Big 6. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My agent tells me that’s been a very common reason lately for editors to reject a project. They see a lot of the same thing cross their desks and even if a manuscript has a stellar plot and unforgettable characters, it can still get the boot. If the company has a similar title on their list, the new submission will likely be a no-go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s ill-advised to write to the market because it’s so fickle and a far better idea to write what you’re passionate about. If you’ve got a thing for vampires in outer space, go for it, even if it’s the hottest trend going at the moment. Just make sure your story is extraordinary and give it a twist that makes it fresh and original.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think your story is different from everything else out there, chances are it’s not as different as you think. There’s no way for you to know what every other writer is working on. That being said, someone has to be “first” so why not you? ☺&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you’ve decided what to write, and as far as you know yours is the only urban fantasy starring furry magical snakes, how will you tell that story? In first or third person? Will you write it past or present tense? Will you alternate points of view? Combine first and third? Mix up your chronology so that you have both past and present tense? The style you use to write your book will also factor in to making it different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring this up to caution against letting your freak flag fly too high. It’s great to be different and tell a unique tale, but remember that if you’re an unknown writer, going against the typical grain of storytelling could do more than raise a few eyebrows. It might send an agent or editor reaching for that form rejection because they’d rather not take a risk on something too new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my agent first started sending KNIGHT’S CURSE out to publishers, the response was questionable. The story didn’t match anything else on the market other than it being urban fantasy with a strong heroine. Most everything else about it was new and original so there wasn’t much to compare it too. That might have become the book’s downfall if not for my forward-thinking editor, who saw the book’s potential as a real contender in the market. And now Publisher’s Weekly has it on its Top 10 Picks for Fall 2011. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to do it all over again, would I write a more typical book that aligns with tried and true genre trends? No. I don’t think I could even if I wanted to. I can’t write to the market, and I can’t write a cookie cutter concept. I’m the same way when I cook; I never follow a recipe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are your thoughts about original stories? If you’re a reader, how open are you to something new and different in the genre you enjoy? And if you’re a writer, how far will you go to create a story that’s uniquely different?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-8291573041591352073?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/8291573041591352073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=8291573041591352073' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/8291573041591352073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/8291573041591352073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2011/07/thursday-thougths-writing-different.html' title='Thursday Thougths: Writing the &quot;Different&quot; Book'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-3310832927831931075</id><published>2011-07-02T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T10:39:53.648-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chiseled in Rock'/><title type='text'>World Building at Chiseled in Rock</title><content type='html'>Heya, peoples. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to redirect you all to the post I wrote for the &lt;a href="http://chiseledinrock.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chiseled in Rock&lt;/a&gt; blog, of which I'm now a staff member. Chiseled in Rock is a blog about writing, writers, chiseling great stories, and the industry folks who make it all happen. I'll be contributing a blog post about once a week, or when time allows, so please drop by to check it out. There are lots of great articles and interviews at The Rock. I think you'll enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I talk about World Building and how it's intrinsically tied to a story's characters. I hope you'll stop by &lt;a href="http://chiseledinrock.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Rock&lt;/a&gt; to give it a read and leave a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out! o&amp;lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-3310832927831931075?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/3310832927831931075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=3310832927831931075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/3310832927831931075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/3310832927831931075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2011/07/world-building-at-chiseled-in-rock.html' title='World Building at Chiseled in Rock'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-3546351664473846648</id><published>2011-06-29T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T12:33:38.478-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><title type='text'>When Intrusions Affect your Writing</title><content type='html'>I’ll be going great guns on a scene, really be into my characters and have total focus on what’s happening in my story. Then suddenly the phone rings and it’s my sister having a melt down. Or it’s the bank informing me of some crisis with one of my accounts. Or a pipe bursts inside the wall and it sounds like a flood is about to carry me and my computer away. Events like this can put a serious dent in “the moment.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those aren’t the best examples, but my point is that sometimes everyday life intrudes on the writing life and can seriously affect creativity. When sudden events pass, you can climb back on that horse again and hopefully pick up where you left off. But if you’re suffering from a more long term interruption, such as a death in the family, loss of work, illness, or a big move, it’s not so easy to get your groove back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such setbacks are part and parcel of the writing life. Depending on the level of devastation, it could take time to get yourself back on track. It’s up to you to decide when. Sometimes you have no choice but to get back to it because of a deadline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times that just switching your focus to another creative project can jolt you back to the path you were on before you got derailed. I think most artists have more than one creative outlet, so embarking on a new artistic project may jar your muse back into action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A change of scenery often helps, too, so a quiet walk through the park or a gentle hike in the wilderness with Mother Nature may return peace to your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s like clearing out the bad mojo and brushing away whatever dark clouds descended during your trauma. Best of all, getting back to your creative work is often healing all by itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have methods that work for you when the unexpected comes along to disrupt your writing flow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-3546351664473846648?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/3546351664473846648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=3546351664473846648' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/3546351664473846648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/3546351664473846648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2011/06/when-intrusions-affect-your-writing.html' title='When Intrusions Affect your Writing'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-4322609952579384884</id><published>2011-06-27T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T10:51:45.608-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knight&apos;s Curse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PW'/><title type='text'>PW Top 10</title><content type='html'>This blog is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; supposed to be all about me and my books because it's also about writing and getting published. However, please indulge me and my occasional news flash. I want to share with future readers and also encourage other writers, and sometimes good news can be motivating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--AUrRYKVAHQ/Tgi_kfxd-SI/AAAAAAAAATk/jW97E7JJDzE/s1600/PW%2527S%2BTop%2B10%2BRomance.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--AUrRYKVAHQ/Tgi_kfxd-SI/AAAAAAAAATk/jW97E7JJDzE/s400/PW%2527S%2BTop%2B10%2BRomance.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622954768497244450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it? I'm still dizzy with the news my agent called to tell me this morning. First she emailed me a page out of PW that mentions the book title and ISBN and tells me Knight's Curse is the only LUNA book PW mentions for the Fall. I thought that was cool, not that I really understood what it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meant&lt;/span&gt;. Even though I've been published before, I've never had any of the experiences I've been having with this book. I'm regularly dazed and amazed and thoroughly thrilled on a variety of levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I get a phone call from my agent. This time she says she has even more good news. She hadn't yet finished leafing through her issue of PW when she emailed me about the mention. Now she's found the page that lists PW's Top 10 Picks for Fall in the romance category. And Knight's Curse made it to the list. Top 10! From PW! Out of all the romance novels coming out this fall! OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Just... wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reviews will start trickling in soon, but what a great start. It's very encouraging. I hope this will peak Harlequin's interest in seeing a third book for the series. Keep your fingers crossed for me. :) And thanks for letting me share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-4322609952579384884?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/4322609952579384884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=4322609952579384884' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/4322609952579384884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/4322609952579384884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2011/06/pw-top-10.html' title='PW Top 10'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--AUrRYKVAHQ/Tgi_kfxd-SI/AAAAAAAAATk/jW97E7JJDzE/s72-c/PW%2527S%2BTop%2B10%2BRomance.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-5281846440553033557</id><published>2011-06-24T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T17:06:47.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knight&apos;s Curse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story Ideas'/><title type='text'>Putting a new spin on new story ideas</title><content type='html'>I had a really long and wonderful talk on the phone with my agent the other day. The purpose of the call was to brainstorm ideas for the sequel to the second book in my KNIGHT’S CURSE series. However, my agent hadn’t had a chance to finish reading DARKEST KNIGHT, so it was challenging to discuss follow-up events to a story she wasn’t completely familiar with yet. But the call was far from wasted. We went on to talk about other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discussed story ideas in general and what editors are looking for. I wanted to know if fantasy and paranormal stories are still in demand, and she said the market is so glutted right now that the rejections she sees are often because the publisher already has something similar to what’s on offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what’s a writer to do? Are all the good ideas used up already? I think you know the answer to that one. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the task for coming up with an original story is tougher than ever. The demands on our creativity has never been greater. It’s up to us to put a new spin on what’s already been done to make it irresistible to editors and then to readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz and I talked a little about KNIGHT’S CURSE and how different it is from anything else out there. That was a problem when the manuscript first went out on submission because there was no yard stick to measure it against. There’s still nothing to compare it to. That eventually turned out to be a good thing in a market that has become eager for something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I’m waiting to hear back from both my editor and my agent on DARKEST KNIGHT, I’ve come up with an idea for a totally new and different paranormal story. I’ve never seen this idea done quite this way, but it appeals to me and I plan to have fun with it, just like I did with KNIGHT’S CURSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writers of fantasy and paranormal fiction are kind of lucky when you think about it. It’s such an imaginative genre that there are no limits to where you can take it. Any writer with a good imagination has a great opportunity to get published in any genre. It’s all in the spinning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re a writer, do you consider the idea for your book original and different? If you’re a reader, what would you like to see in a fantasy or paranormal story?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-5281846440553033557?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/5281846440553033557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=5281846440553033557' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/5281846440553033557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/5281846440553033557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2011/06/putting-new-spin-on-new-ideas.html' title='Putting a new spin on new story ideas'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-6376477270991296593</id><published>2011-06-21T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T08:00:00.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knight&apos;s Curse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><title type='text'>Down Time</title><content type='html'>The down time between books leaves me with mixed emotions. I just finished writing my second book in my new series for Harlequin Luna, and though I'm relieved to be done, I miss my daily routine and I miss learning new things about the characters I'd fallen in love with. In a way, I'm grieving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just the emotional side of it. Intellectually I know I'm not totally finished with that book yet, but what comes next isn't the thrill of discovery. It's the revisions and edits that will be requested by my editor after she reads it. I admit that on top of the grief, I'm angsting over what my editor will think about this new book. Will she love at as much as the first? When we talked the other day, she'd said she was looking forward to my next proposal, so fingers crossed I'll get to write the third book that continues this series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My agent and I plan to brainstorm this week about book three, so I think once I'm in the mindset of continuing Chalice's story, I'll get over myself. Ha! There's just that weird lull that hangs over me when I'm between books. It's kind of like waking up from a dream that still lingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of continuing plot ideas that hit me as I wrote DARKEST KNIGHT, Chalice's second book. So I'm comforted with knowing her story isn't over. Plus I'm also thinking on ideas for other series as well. There's no end to that constant exploration of new stories. I love that, but at the same time I'm eager to get back into the swing of having a book in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My design career is in limbo at the moment, so now's the perfect time to jump feet first into a new book. However, that being said, I'm stressing over the lack of income and need to pound the pavement in search of new design work. So I'm kind of in a weird place right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a writer, how do you feel after completing a book? Do you need a break, or do you want to immediately launch into the next one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-6376477270991296593?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/6376477270991296593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=6376477270991296593' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/6376477270991296593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/6376477270991296593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2011/06/down-time.html' title='Down Time'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-8705785101206620932</id><published>2011-06-19T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T15:57:25.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Baaaack!</title><content type='html'>*Stretches and yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that was one loooong sabbatical. Those of you who remember me must have thought I'd either died or quit writing. To tell you the truth, I think I would die if I stopped writing. It's too deep in my blood for me to quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last post was nearly 2 years ago. o_O Yep, that's right, 2 years. September of 2009. The good news is that in September of 2011 you'll be seeing... wait for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNIGHT'S CURSE in print! Woot! &lt;a href="http://www.eharlequin.com/store.html?cid=309"&gt;Harlequin Luna&lt;/a&gt; is publishing this book and it's sequel, DARKEST KNIGHT, which will be out next spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't bore you with minutia of what I'd been up to before this awesome book deal changed my life. Suffice to say the shattered economy beat me bloody, I lost nearly all my design clients, I became depressed, and I pretty much withdrew from the world. Then in August of 2010 my agent calls me with the best news ever. Luna offered me a 2-book deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right after that wonderful news, it was obvious I had to get a proposal ready for the 2nd as-yet unwritten and untitled book for what I hope will be a lasting series. Luna wants book 2 to come out 6 months after the first book, so I've been in a tail spin to get that done. Finished writing it last week. I should be seeing the cover proof for DARKEST KNIGHT any day now, and I can't wait to share it with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My editor at Luna is Ann Leslie Tuttle, who is just wonderful. I hope to interview her on this blog soon so you all will get to meet her. I'm also planning to interview my awesome agent, Elizabeth Winick Rubenstein, for the blog. She's a literary agent with &lt;a href="http://mcintoshandotis.com/recentnews.html"&gt;McIntosh &amp;amp; Otis&lt;/a&gt;, one of the oldest literary agencies in New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also plan to feature a few authors here, and run some contests, maybe do a couple of writing workshops the way I have in the past (however, those tend to be huge time-sucks, so I haven't planned that far ahead.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a &lt;a href="http://www.wix.com/jkduvall/knights-curse"&gt;new website&lt;/a&gt; that's close to being finished, I just need to add the links and the book excerpts, for which I'm now waiting to get the okay from Harlequin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to post to this blog a couple of times a week, but I'll be participating on other blogs soon and doing some guest blogs as the release date for KNIGHT'S CURSE gets closer. I will be writing the proposal for book 3 after my agent and I chat about some ideas. Liz is really great for brainstorming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so good to be back! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-8705785101206620932?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/8705785101206620932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=8705785101206620932' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/8705785101206620932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/8705785101206620932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-baaaack.html' title='I&apos;m Baaaack!'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-5173852278217119493</id><published>2009-09-14T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T15:31:01.821-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colorado Gold 2009'/><title type='text'>Post Conference High</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://janetlane.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/scottjanetkaysusankarenlawdon72.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=230"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 187px;" src="http://janetlane.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/scottjanetkaysusankarenlawdon72.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=230" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's so much to say about the fantastic  Rocky Mountain Fiction Writers Colorado Gold. Fabulous! I know I'm biased because I've been a member for over 15 years, but even so, this is a wonderful venue for writers of all genres. Not only are the workshops fantastic, the folks putting in on are knowledgeable, friendly, and know what it takes to facilitate a successful writers conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo above was taken at the Thursday night pre-conference launch party that's given for all the volunteers and agent and editor guests. I stole this one off &lt;a href="http://janetlane.wordpress.com/2009/09/14/470"&gt;Janet Lane's blog&lt;/a&gt; (thanks, Janet). From left to right, we have: Scott Brendel, Janet Lane, Kay Bergstrom, Susan Smith, me, and Lawdon, who's drinking water. Water! Kay has a soda! What's wrong with you people? Believe me, there was plenty of booze to imbibe because I partook quite a bit that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This party is one of my favorite events at conference. It kicks off the mood with lots of energy and breaks the ice with our agent and editor friends. Agent Becca Stumpf of &lt;a href="http://www.prospectagency.com/zoo.html"&gt;Prospect Literary&lt;/a&gt; was there again this year after snagging RMFW member &lt;a href="http://www.bonnieramthun.com/Site/Home.html"&gt;Bonnie Ramthun&lt;/a&gt; for a client at last year's conference. I enjoy Becca quite a bit and if I didn't already have an agent you can bet I'd be knocking at her door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to pal around with Janet Reid (FinePrint), Kaitlin Heller (Del Rey), Christine Hogrebe (Jane Rotrosen Agency), Kristin Nelson (Nelson Literary), Emmanuelle Alspaugh (Judith Ehrilich Literary), Jenny Rappaport (The Rappaport Agency), John Helfers (Tekno Books) and Sally Kim (HarperCollins). Drink in one hand, plate of yummy catered goodies in the other, and chatting about books and publishing. Is this a dream come true or what? :) Janet and Jenny recognized me from Twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday afternoon, I audited the critique session with &lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/delrey/"&gt;Del Rey&lt;/a&gt; editor Kaitlin Heller. It's great to see an editor in action and Kaitlin did a wonderful job leading the critiques. She's a sharp editor who made very helpful observations and suggestions on the 8 participants' work. I'm eager for her to read Mystic Taxi and I emailed my agent this morning about sending her the manuscript. Fingers crossed she likes it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening was the conference kick-off dinner, which was a buffet-style Mexican feast. I'm a vegetarian so I walked away starving, but everyone else seemed to enjoy their meal. My measly salad of lettuce, cheese and salsa didn't go very far and I was so hungry by the time we headed up to party hardy in the hospitality suite that I hung out by the snack table and gorged on junk to fill up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned Kaitlin is as big a Hunger Games fan as I am and had just finished reading Catching Fire, which I brought with me to read on the plane. &lt;a href="http://www.bordersmedia.com/bookclub/collins"&gt;Suzanne Collins&lt;/a&gt; is a genious and a goddess. I haven't read a book this good in a very, very, very long time. At the Saturday night banquet, Kaitlin wore the mockingjay pin featured in the story that she got at Borders. It's too bad we don't have a Borders here in Bend. I checked online, and though the Borders site mentions there is such a thing, you apparently have to go to a brick and mortar store to buy one. So not fair. Aargh! I want my mockingjay pin and I don't want to have to drive 140 miles to get it. *pouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, I've rattled on, haven't I? But I'm not done yet! I have much more to tell you so I'll save it for later. To read another blog about one of the best conferences in the country, aka the Colorado Gold, visit &lt;a href="http://sexscenesatstarbucks.blogspot.com/2009/09/ten-lessons.html"&gt;Betsy Dornbusch's blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-5173852278217119493?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/5173852278217119493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=5173852278217119493' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/5173852278217119493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/5173852278217119493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/09/post-conference-high.html' title='Post Conference High'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-7669767768144540425</id><published>2009-09-10T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T14:13:26.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A beautiful day in the neighborhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache.marriott.com/propertyimages/d/densa/phototour/densa_phototour01.jpg?Log=1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 356px;" src="http://cache.marriott.com/propertyimages/d/densa/phototour/densa_phototour01.jpg?Log=1" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Though it's all I can do to keep from stepping on my droopy eyelids, I made it to Denver without a hitch! Got up at 3 am, left the house in Bend at 4 am, plane left at 5 am. I know I was a zombie for most of the trip. I can't sleep on planes. And the way they pack you in, OMG, it's like snuggling with strangers. My shoulders still hurt from scrunching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flew Alaska Airlines from Redmond, Oregon, to Portland, and the prop plane is so cute! Not as tiny as the puddle jumper United uses, but it has that nostalgic pre-jet feel. The extra noise and jostling about is similar to an amusement park ride and may have contributed to my inability to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I zombie-walked from one gate to the next to board my flight that would take me from Portland to Denver. Yeah, a lot of flying for not so great a distance, and though there are direct flights from Redmond to Denver, they cost twice as much. Some day I aspire to take one of those much coveted direct flights. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Note to publishers: please buy my books. kthxbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem with arriving in Denver so early is that there's nothing much to do until the party tonight. No one else is here yet. I did take a nap, didn't sleep so good, and I'm still groggy. The high altitude may have something to do with it. My roommate won't get here until 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I wait, I'm tweeting (of course) and savoring the second book in Suzanne Collins' YA series, CATCHING FIRE. I started reading it today and I've already suffered the leaky eye syndrome twice. I'm not even at the halfway point, but man, this is powerful stuff. If you haven't read HUNGER GAMES or CATCHING FIRE, you're missing out on something truly phenomenal. No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go read some more, then maybe take another snooze. I'll let you know tomorrow how the party went, depending on how well I'll be able to think through my hangover haze.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-7669767768144540425?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/7669767768144540425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=7669767768144540425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/7669767768144540425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/7669767768144540425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/09/beautiful-day-in-neighborhood.html' title='A beautiful day in the neighborhood'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-8103612938932549156</id><published>2009-09-08T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T17:54:22.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparing for Conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/Sqb8n81GGmI/AAAAAAAAARY/ftFDAERbnSg/s1600-h/KarenCard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/Sqb8n81GGmI/AAAAAAAAARY/ftFDAERbnSg/s400/KarenCard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379264568214559330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Card No One Will See At Conference *cries*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an exciting time preparing for the Colorado Gold conference. It's not like I have a lot to prepare for, like I'm not giving any workshops this year, and I won't be signing books. But there's mental preparation. And preparing my husband for the time I'll be gone. And preparing to get up at oh-dark-thirty so I can catch a 5:00 a.m. flight Thursday morning. Chances are I won't be conscious for the evening's launch party, my favorite part of conference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed at preparing business cards in time to take with me, and it's totally my fault. I didn't even think about it until last week, but I ordered them anyway. I just tracked the UPS shipment and it's not due to arrive until Friday. My flight leaves on Thursday. Yeah, I'm screwed. So I'm posting a graphic of my lovely card that I won't get to hand out over the weekend. Wah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog will spend tomorrow in daycare so I can at least get my errands done, and do some last minute housework as well as pack without having an oversized puppy that eats couches under foot. It's $20 well spent. And she has fun. I think. It's hard to tell with her because she prefers people to other dogs, but that's how it goes. The socializing is good for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing. Yes, I'm doing some. A little. Not enough. I have more characters in this new book than I've ever had in previous ones, but it's a different type of book. About community and friendship and forgiveness, and not about bad guys trying to take over the world. Though there are bad guys. And ghosts. And a freak storm with a mind of its own. You'll see. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a couple of ads to design by tomorrow, though my creative mind is seated more in my story than my layout. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-8103612938932549156?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/8103612938932549156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=8103612938932549156' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/8103612938932549156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/8103612938932549156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/09/preparing-for-conference.html' title='Preparing for Conference'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/Sqb8n81GGmI/AAAAAAAAARY/ftFDAERbnSg/s72-c/KarenCard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-1508614863218300633</id><published>2009-06-11T15:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T16:36:56.448-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k427/KarenDuvall/MudPlay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 249px;" src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k427/KarenDuvall/MudPlay.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't she lovely? Kinsey at her finest. She loves water, and mud apparently, and I think she may have labrador in her background somewhere. She's never met a sprinkler she didn't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it's Thursday already? That reminds me, I have another blog I need to post to. Sheesh. I've become a writing fiend this week, but it feels GREAT! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabulous news about &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Mystic Taxi&lt;/span&gt;: It's out on submission! Squeee! The manuscript is having its first publisher review this week. Fingers crossed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Knight's Curse&lt;/span&gt; is still waiting for news. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://graphics.suite101.com/logo_text.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 100px;" src="http://graphics.suite101.com/logo_text.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for all this writing I'm doing, it's nonfiction articles for online content sites. Pay is low, but I figure if I ramp up production I might make decent money. I have three writing articles up now at Suite 101, so stop by &lt;a href="http://www.suite101.com/profile.cfm/karenduvall"&gt;my profile&lt;/a&gt; and click on the links to those articles if you'd like to read them. They're rewrites of 3 of the 5 description workshops I did here on the blog last summer.  I'm eager to contribute more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also writing for Demand Studios, and those articles, so &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.demandstudios.com/ui/images/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 52px;" src="https://www.demandstudios.com/ui/images/logo.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;far, have been mostly on arts and crafts. The three I've done are under review, so they're not published yet. When they are, I'll be sure to announce it here on the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found Helium.com to be loads of fun to write for. It's a very different set-up than the others, more like a c&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://asset2.helium.com/images/layout/30logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 70px;" src="http://asset2.helium.com/images/layout/30logo.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ommunity, and it allows for lots of creativity because many of the articles are essays. They even have a creative writing area for novel excerpts, poems, memoirs and short stories. I've published an article on &lt;a href="http://www.helium.com/items/1476647-tips-for-puppy-socialization"&gt;how to socialize your puppy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.helium.com/items/1475811-tips-for-when-your-cat-or-kitten-wont-use-a-litter-box"&gt;litter box training a kitten&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.helium.com/items/1474130-what-are-skinwalkers"&gt;what a skinwalker is&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.helium.com/items/1474670-how-to-get-free-marketing-advertising-exposure-for-your-restaurant"&gt;one on free advertising tips for restaurants&lt;/a&gt;. Hee hee! I'm having way too much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got the email today letting me know I've been accepted as the Vegetarian Examiner for the Examiner.com. I have 3 days to decide if I still want it, and I think&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.examiner.com/img/header/examiner_logo-header.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 42px;" src="http://image.examiner.com/img/header/examiner_logo-header.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I do, but I'm afraid of being overwhelmed. I write fast and writing all these articles is great training and discipline for writing my novels, but I don't want to overextend myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My design work is still coming in at a slow trickle. Hardly a trickle, it's more like little drops. Ugh. So I've applied for what appears to be a fantastic job here in town (yes, I gasped in amazement as well) as a graphic designer. No one's called me yet for an interview, and I have no doubt they're inundated with resumes, but I just applied yesterday so... Patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope your summer's going well. It's not exactly summer yet, but close enough. As usual, Central Oregon is getting pelted with rain this time of year and it's lovely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-1508614863218300633?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/1508614863218300633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=1508614863218300633' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/1508614863218300633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/1508614863218300633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/06/thursday-thoughts.html' title='Thursday Thoughts'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-7416222856638277584</id><published>2009-05-19T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T09:02:53.350-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mystic Taxi'/><title type='text'>Teaser Tuesday - Mystic Taxi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theartfulbloggers.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/03/potion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 324px;" src="http://www.theartfulbloggers.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/03/potion.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eunice narrowed her eyes. "Something happen in the cemetery?" Her gaze dragged down to the ripped sleeve of Henry's coat, the fabric stiff with dried blood. "I noticed the rip before, but it wasn't bleeding then. What happened?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he gave her the gory details, including his episode in Wanda's kitchen, she said, "You're marked forever now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forever?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anyone who survives the sickness carries the Ghost Scar." She jerked a nod. "You've got one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The implications of such a mark were disconcerting. "But what does it mean, exactly?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She slipped the trap back in the box. "The nasty ghost energies will be attracted to you from now on. They'll want to be near you, to touch you." She shook her head. "Have Mystic with you at all times, if you can. She'll take care of them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What if she doesn't?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice shrugged. "You'll get cut or bitten, and then you'll get the sickness again. It's curable as long as you have the antidote close at hand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. More salt burns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went to a wooden chest in the corner of the basement and opened the lid. After digging inside, she pulled out a small leather pouch tied to a leather string. "I'm going to put an Imp in this pouch that I want you to keep around your neck at all times. Even while you're sleeping."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry hated wearing anything around his neck. That's why he never wore a tie. "Do I have to?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Only if you don't want to become an insane psychopathic killer again." Eunice stepped toward a wall sconce that burned brightly. "You can have this Imp," she said, gesturing at the lamp. "Call it out for me, please? And direct it here." She opened the pouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry focused his will on the Imp, letting it know what he wanted it to do without making it an order. The sconce light faded to darkness, then an orange wisp of energy streamed to the pouch in Eunice's hand. She closed the drawstring, said a few words in a language Henry didn't understand, and tiny sparks flickered out the top of the pouch. She handed the necklace to Henry. "Put it on before you attract trouble."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He arched one eyebrow and slipped the necklace over his head, tucking the pouch inside his shirt. His neck was already starting to itch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-7416222856638277584?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/7416222856638277584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=7416222856638277584' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/7416222856638277584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/7416222856638277584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/05/teaser-tuesday-mystic-taxi_19.html' title='Teaser Tuesday - Mystic Taxi'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-8539036710392396093</id><published>2009-05-12T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T09:15:08.316-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mystic Taxi'/><title type='text'>Teaser Tuesday - Mystic Taxi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bennettrobotworks.com/art/robot_0091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 310px;" src="http://bennettrobotworks.com/art/robot_0091.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In this excerpt from Mystic Taxi, the villain finally makes his evil intentions known to his pawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max stood a little straighter. "I won't help you commit genocide."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smile slid slowly from Jasper's face. "I'm afraid you have no choice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the boy's over-sized head turned red, his brows furrowed in anger. "You can't make me do anything I don't want to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're mistaken, son." Jasper snapped his fingers and two large spawnsters, one with rat-like features and the other more lionesque with horns, entered the ballroom carrying two machines that looked like giant typewriters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max pointed at them, his finger shaking. "Those are my father's inventions! They're his D-Mail machines."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is that what they're called?" Jasper motioned the two men to set the machines down. "Fascinating. Your father has made some amazing creations."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy looked frightened, as well he should. "How do you know about my father's creations?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because they're mine now." He turned to his goons, hands on hips, and demanded, "Report."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The entire building is probably ash and rubble by now," the ratty spawnster said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And Vernon Paine?" Jasper asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ratman shrugged. "Didn't see him come out. I assume he went down with his ship."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No!" Max yelled, and lunged for Jasper, but the lionman grabbed him, picked him up, and slammed him into the reclined chair. Max was undeterred. "Where's my father. I demand to see him. Now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's dead," Jasper said, enjoying the taste of the word on his tongue. "And your grandmother is next on my list."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max's eyes filled with tears, but he did well at holding them back. He even held his tongue. What could he say? His entire family was gone. Well, almost gone. Two down, one to go. Henry wasn't much longer for this world if Jasper had his way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-8539036710392396093?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/8539036710392396093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=8539036710392396093' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/8539036710392396093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/8539036710392396093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/05/teaser-tuesday-mystic-taxi.html' title='Teaser Tuesday - Mystic Taxi'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-5859962560764657041</id><published>2009-05-11T10:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T11:19:21.275-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marketing Monday'/><title type='text'>Marketing Monday</title><content type='html'>Lots of stuff going on lately and I should have posted earlier because I actually have something to report for a change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful phone meeting with my agent last Wednesday. We talked for an hour, mostly about what project I'll work on next. Until either Knight's Curse or Mystic Taxi sells, she doesn't want me writing their sequels. Plotting them out is okay, which I've done, but she prefers I not write the books and instead start on something completely new. But what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots of half-baked ideas, but only one that's nearly ready to pop from the story oven. It's different from what I usually write, though still bizarre, except that it's more magical realism than urban fantasy and would fit better in the category of women's fiction. Kind of a cross between Fannie Flagg and Alice Hoffman. Anyway, after I'm finished revising Mystic Taxi, I'll write the first chapter of this totally new book and send it to my agent for her feedback, then go from there. Maybe by then we'll have a sale and I can start on a sequel book. Fingers crossed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My big happy news is that Mystic Taxi is a finalist in the Hearts Through History contest, &lt;a href="http://www.heartsthroughhistory.com/contest.htm"&gt;Romance Through the Ages&lt;/a&gt;, in the paranormal category. Woo hoo! :) I got the call from the contest coordinator last week and received my scores today. Wow, I think I'll frame them. The judges had lovely comments, and two gave me 150 out of 150 possible points, while the third gave me a 148. So awesome! I love it when someone says they enjoy reading my book. And they love Henry! The big lovable brute is a heartbreaker, all right, but definitely not your typical hero. He has scales and pointed ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to teach a beginners Adobe Illlustrator course for our local community college this winter. I've also been asked to teach a plotting workshop for the Central Oregon Writer's Guild. This will definitely keep me busy, but will bring me barely enough income to buy kibble for my dog. I'm still working on finding more projects! See samples of my design work &lt;a href="http://www.duvalldesign.wordpress.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinsey graduated from obedience school last Tuesday, then got her girly bits snipped last Thursday. You'd never know she just had major surgery. Sigh. She's popped one staple from her sutures, and another one is hanging. She gave herself a mud bath yesterday and got her wound dirty. This dog won't stop! I'm taking her to the vet today so he can have a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better go back to searching for work between bouts of editing Mystic Taxi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-5859962560764657041?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/5859962560764657041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=5859962560764657041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/5859962560764657041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/5859962560764657041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/05/marketing-monday_11.html' title='Marketing Monday'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-7112043967754829327</id><published>2009-05-05T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T10:36:08.791-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mystic Taxi'/><title type='text'>Teaser Tuesday - Mystic Taxi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3219/3114185025_befed96d0e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 223px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3219/3114185025_befed96d0e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most of this will be cut from the book, per my agent's suggestion. Here's your once in a lifetime opportunity to read it before it becomes hard drive chow. Ha! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The following is an excerpt from my steampunk urban fantasy, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mystic Taxi&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice prayed her old ticker would keep on ticking as adrenalin sung through her veins. The lever at her back still hadn't moved an inch and Jasper's thug was plodding down the stairs toward her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvester leapt from her arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lunged to grab him, but she wasn't fast enough. The clockwork cat scuttled across the floor on its wood and cable legs, the visible gears on its sides spinning to make it move. It sprang for the stairs and landed on the step just below her tormentor. The spawnster's heel slid across the cat's metal back and kept on going, both his feet leaving the stairs while gravity forced him to crash-land on his butt. He continued sliding down feet first, his head thumping against every step along the way. He collapsed in a lump at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear, oh, dear. &lt;/span&gt;Eunice choked in a relieved breath, thankful to her faithful cat for saving her from the brute, but there was nothing to celebrate yet. Hellspawn recuperated fast, and this one would be good as new before she could say Cock Robin. In fact, he was already stirring. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Think, think, think, Eunice.&lt;/span&gt; She needed a spell that would paralyze him, but all her spells were in the upstairs pantry. The only one close at hand was the potion she'd been working on. The Snit antidote. What would it do to a spawnster? There was no time to consider. She'd have to take a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spawnster sat up slowly, his rat-like whiskers protruding from the sides of his face like antennae. He twitched the long wiry hairs and shook his head like a dog shaking water from its back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice grabbed the beaker, its contents still boiling, and threw it at the ratman. He screamed as his shirt erupted into flame, but it couldn't be the fire that hurt him. Spawnsters thrived in fire. Even so, he was definitely hurt because his scream abruptly changed to sobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Goodness me, Sylvester," Eunice said to her mechanical pet. "I do abhor torture. I only meant to stop him from coming after me. The poor thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the spawnster shook his head. "It's not my body that hurts," he said between sobs. "It's my heart. I've been such a bad, bad spawnster. Evil. Cruel." He wailed and Eunice plucked a lace-edged hanky from her apron pocket. Careful not to get too close, she reluctantly handed it to him. "Thank you," the ratman said, and blew his nose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-7112043967754829327?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/7112043967754829327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=7112043967754829327' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/7112043967754829327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/7112043967754829327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/05/teaster-tuesday-mystic-taxi.html' title='Teaser Tuesday - Mystic Taxi'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3219/3114185025_befed96d0e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-3791167101046344753</id><published>2009-05-04T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T16:37:12.877-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marketing Monday'/><title type='text'>Marketing Monday</title><content type='html'>No news from editors still considering KNIGHT'S CURSE. This waiting is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my agent got back to me last Friday with her revision notes for MYSTIC TAXI. I've got a lot of work ahead of me. I agree with all her suggestions, except for one. She wants me to remove a plot point that I'm rather partial to because I think it helps support what happens at the end. She's going to call me on Wednesday to discuss my next project so I'll also talk to her about this plot point she wants me to take out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally read a good book I really enjoyed! It was a memoir, and that's unusual for me. I typically stick to fantasy, but this memoir is written by a friend who had a hellish childhood. The book is called THE UNBREAKABLE CHILD (by Kim Richardson) and it's about how she grew up in an abusive orphanage run by catholic nuns. Such cruelty and hate is shocking, especially from those claiming to be brides of Christ. God would never knowingly allow children to be treated so horribly. It's a horrific story that's well written and brutally compelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, I almost forgot. I won an Honorable Mention for my little microfiction piece I wrote for Jenny Rappaport's Twitter fiction contest. Hee hee! I won a book called RED by Jordan Summers. It's always fun to win free stuff, even if the book is about werewolves and vampires. Not a big fan of those particular monsters, but I'll leave my mind open for it to be great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been scouring Craigslist for freelance jobs. There's a lot out there, but most deal with web design, which I'm not especially proficient at. I'm uber fine with Photoshop, though. There was a great job for a company in California that needs Photoshop artists. I could do that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinsey graduated from her puppy obedience course today. Yay! She wasn't very obedient, though. She usually listens well when it's just the two of us at home, but put her in a store filled with dogs and people--two of her favorite things--and toys and treats, and it's like turning a toddler loose at Kiddyland. My hand is still sore from hanging onto the leash. I think it's just going to take extra time for my Pupzilla to grow up and pay better attention around distractions. She's too ADD to train in the Petsmart environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to searching Craigslist and sending out more resumes. I posted more samples of my work at my&lt;a href="http://www.duvalldesign.wordpress.com"&gt; design website&lt;/a&gt;, and added a new category for my Photoshop work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-3791167101046344753?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/3791167101046344753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=3791167101046344753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/3791167101046344753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/3791167101046344753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/05/marketing-monday.html' title='Marketing Monday'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-7017135268471773445</id><published>2009-04-28T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T10:00:24.662-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mystic Taxi'/><title type='text'>Teaser Tuesday - Mystic Taxi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://opinionhead.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/scared-to-death.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 179px;" src="http://opinionhead.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/scared-to-death.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More from the scene I posted last week. But it's not concluded yet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The following is an excerpt from my steampunk urban fantasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Mystic Taxi&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanda followed Henry into the kitchen. When he grabbed the knife off the counter, he turned to stare at her with such hostility he didn't look like himself anymore. He'd gone completely mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Put the knife down, Henry," Wanda said calmly, though she felt anything but calm. Panic swelled inside her like pent up steam in an engine. A scream crawled up her throat but she swallowed it down. "Your arm is still bleeding. Let me help you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave her an exaggerated smile, his mouth spread wide and his sharp canines looking more like fangs than teeth. "I'm fine." He waved the knife back and forth through the air as if in play, but Wanda knew better. Holding out his bleeding arm, he said, "Want to see it, Wanda? Come closer and I'll show it to you now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was this man? Certainly not the same Henry she'd grown to like and admire over the past few weeks. His sudden change in personality reminded her of her great grandmother, who'd also gone crazy, except that she'd killed herself and not someone else. Henry had murder in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've seen this before," Claire said in a small voice. "In a human, though. A ghost rumored to have stabbed a prostitute to death haunted the hotel room I was in with a client. The ghost cut the man with its ghost knife and he went crazy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What happened to him?" Wanda didn't take her eyes off Henry, who continued to stare at her with eerie intensity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He threw himself out the window." Claire inhaled deeply before adding, "We were fifteen stories up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A light seemed to spark in Henry's eyes as if he finally understood something. "It's the sickness the ghost gave me that's making me this way." He turned to face the counter and pushed up his sleeve, laying his scratched and bloody arm on the shiny white surface. He lifted the knife blade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrified, Wanda yelled, "Henry! You can't cut off your arm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's okay," he said. "It'll grow back. Eventually."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my God. "Stop, Henry. I mean it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He held the blade higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was only one thing left for her to do. Wanda rushed up behind him and wrapped her arms around his chest, pressing her hand firmly over his heart. Power surged through her, her skunk stripe pulsing against her scalp, and she started to draw out the demon half of his soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-7017135268471773445?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/7017135268471773445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=7017135268471773445' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/7017135268471773445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/7017135268471773445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/04/teaser-tuesday-mystic-taxi_28.html' title='Teaser Tuesday - Mystic Taxi'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-3302949376483004271</id><published>2009-04-27T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:22:46.011-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marketing Monday'/><title type='text'>Marketing Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cs4fn.org/biology/images/cricket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 211px;" src="http://www.cs4fn.org/biology/images/cricket.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crickets everywhere, yet none are chirping for me.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was coming down with my husband's cold, but maybe not. I felt awful yesterday, but already feeling better today. Whenever I feel like I'm getting sick, I take either &lt;a href="http://www.gardenoflife.com/ProductsforLife/SUPPLEMENTS/DigestiveHealth/PrimalDefense/tabid/638/Default.aspx"&gt;Primal Defense&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.whole-food-vitamins.net/search-products.php?ttf=host+defense&amp;amp;utm_source=Google&amp;amp;utm_medium=cpc&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Google-NewChapter-USA&amp;amp;utm_content=Host_Defense&amp;amp;gclid=CMjG96jEkZoCFRwpawodQD1mFQ"&gt;Host Defense&lt;/a&gt;, which is a lot like that Airborn stuff I've heard of only stronger and more natural. It's also more expensive, but definitely worth it when you think about how much being sick can cost you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I created a new blog for my graphic design business, &lt;a href="http://www.duvalldesign.wordpress.com/"&gt;Duvall Design&lt;/a&gt;, though I structured it to look more like a website. Wordpress is excellent for that. Their templates are remarkable. I put up several samples of my work, if you'd like to see. I'm hoping to get some book design projects, the covers as well as inside pages, from small presses. I have a lot of experience (30 years, to be exact), so if you know of anyone looking for a designer, please pass along my website address. I need the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm teaching myself Flash, but it's really hard to find any good tutorials online that are consistent. The lessons jump all over the place and you can tell the instructors are clueless how to teach. Flash is a very complex program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started plotting the sequel to Mystic Taxi, titled Clockwork Cat, and I'm not quite sure which way to go with one of the new characters I'm creating. Wanda's teenage cousin, Iris Rose, is sent to live with her, and the girl has issues. She's Hellspawn and just learning to deal with her differences since her demon features didn't start to show until she reached puberty. Is she shy and withdrawn? Or outwardly belligerent? Not sure yet. So I'll spend a lot of time story-dreaming to figure her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now off to pay bills for my mentally disabled sister.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-3302949376483004271?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/3302949376483004271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=3302949376483004271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/3302949376483004271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/3302949376483004271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/04/marketing-monday.html' title='Marketing Monday'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-6778325443470660782</id><published>2009-04-22T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T12:56:14.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Up Wednesday</title><content type='html'>What am I good at? I've been pondering this question for days as I start feeling the onset of panic over no money coming in. My design clients have all but deserted me, and I need to figure out what to do. At least my husband still has a job, but the pittance he gets isn't enough to pay all the bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I have a skill set that's not in demand right now. I specialize in creative communication, especially the visual sort, as in advertising and publication design. I've been at it for 30 years, so I have a solid foundation of experience. But if no one needs it, no one needs my expertise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've designed a few websites in the past, but it's not something I like to do, and I never had the time to hone that particular craft. I have the time now, so maybe I'll explore it more. When it comes to the graphics and photoshop end of it, I'm an expert, but it's the interactive stuff that holds me back. I never learned the programming end of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened a new WordPress blog and I'm going to use that to create my online portfolio. If I had the money to pay for web hosting, I'd create a design website through WordPress, but the site I have for my writing is all I can afford. This new one will be for my visual art. Now it's just a matter of buckling down to get it done. I'm also going to create a custom background for my twitter profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been exploring book trailer production for the past couple of years, but there again I never had the time before to practice creating them. So I plan to work on a couple of trailers for my own books and see where it takes me. I've been wanting to experiment with iMovie on my new and bigger Mac, and now I have the chance. I spent this morning gathering images for Mystic Taxi and downloaded the perfect music score. I hope it's something I can do well, and if I can, it's a service I can offer other authors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be great if my books sold, because then I could focus more on my writing to augment my other creative endeavors. I'll slog along with what I can for now and hope for the best. The economy has to turn around at some point, doesn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-6778325443470660782?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/6778325443470660782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=6778325443470660782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/6778325443470660782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/6778325443470660782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-up-wednesday.html' title='What&apos;s Up Wednesday'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-5570153589831547513</id><published>2009-04-21T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T11:53:53.432-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mystic Taxi'/><title type='text'>Teaser Tuesday - Mystic Taxi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.bigoo.ws/content/halloween/gif_ghosts/halloween_ghosts_63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 412px;" src="http://media.bigoo.ws/content/halloween/gif_ghosts/halloween_ghosts_63.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No marketing news to report, but I did hear from my agent last week saying she'd send revision notes for Mystic Taxi this week. She's also getting in touch with the editors still considering Knight's Curse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time for a new teaser from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Mystic Taxi&lt;/span&gt;. Poor Henry got cut with a psycho ghost's ax and is suffering the side effects. Is insanity just around the corner? Or can Henry be saved before he loses his mind?&lt;/span&gt; (author note: I edited out a short section unrelated to Henry's plight to prevent possible confusion.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Henry!" Wanda grabbed him by the shoulders to give him a hard shake. "You're scratching your arm again and now it's bleeding. Get a grip!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry still wore his coat and the sleeve was soaked with blood. He blinked, fire roaring behind his eyes, and it wasn't his will trying to break through that was causing it. He had a fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're sweating." Wanda pulled him gently down to the couch beside his nephew. "You're really sick. Would you just show me your arm—"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned away from her and stared at Vernon. A murderous rage built inside him and his scales rose like hackles on an angry dog. Someone had hurt his nephew! His blood boiled, and not just with fever. His fury was unlike anything he'd ever experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry swallowed, his mouth dry as a dust storm. He had to get something to drink. He eased off the couch and stumbled toward the kitchen, but dizziness overtook him and he fell before he got there. Claire rushed to help him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Henry, are you okay?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's sick," Wanda said. "He got cut by a ghost—"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I remember." Vernon seemed to forget his own injuries as he scooted to the edge of the sofa, his eyes anxious. "I was there. I saw it happen." He heaved himself off the couch and staggered over to Henry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry tried to focus on his nephew, but the image was blurry and washed out. Instead of Vernon he saw a woman and two small children cowering in the corner of the apartment. They looked terrified, their eyes wide and their mouths open with silent screams that brought about a strange excitement in Henry. He wanted to see them bleed, smell their blood, and watch their eyes become vacant as the life seeped out of their mutilated bodies. He wanted…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vision faded and he saw Vernon, Wanda and Claire staring down at him in concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, my God." Henry sucked in a choked breath. "That ghost imprinted a memory on me, gave me its diseased anger." He scratched at his arm, trying to rake the skin off, to peel away the sickness that wanted to drive him insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry dragged himself up from the floor and stumbled the rest of the way to the kitchen. He grabbed a knife off the counter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-5570153589831547513?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/5570153589831547513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=5570153589831547513' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/5570153589831547513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/5570153589831547513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/04/teaser-tuesday-mystic-taxi_21.html' title='Teaser Tuesday - Mystic Taxi'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-7145013225133539612</id><published>2009-04-14T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T09:22:22.657-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mystic Taxi'/><title type='text'>Teaser Tuesday - Mystic Taxi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.alexnolan.net/articles/&amp;amp;ghost2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 265px;" src="http://www.alexnolan.net/articles/&amp;amp;ghost2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No news to report. Same old, same old. But at least the sun's out! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is from my steampunk urban Fantasy, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Mystic Taxi&lt;/span&gt;. Henry and his nephew are trapping ghosts for Henry's niece, who's a witch. She needs them for an experimental potion she's brewing. All goes well until one miscreant specter shows up and things get dicey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ghost's eyes appeared huge and its brows furled in rage. Henry glanced at the weapon in Alfonso's transparent hand and saw that it was as ghostly as the ghost itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vernon, the axe isn't even solid. Relax." He stepped up to the ghost that had stopped only a few feet away from them. It held up its axe as if to defend itself, but its expression had turned curious. Henry held out the trap. "Looky here, Alf. Know what's inside? More members of your family. Go on in and hack away, son. Let it all out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uncle Henry!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hush." Henry waggled the trap at the ghost. "Come on. You know you want to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing drew back its arm and swung the axe down on the trap, which shattered into a shower of shimmering pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry frowned. "How the hell did that happen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vernon stepped behind the oak tree, using the trunk as a shield. "I don't know, but I say we make a run for it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the axe-that-wasn't-there could smash a ghost trap, it could probably do serious damage to skin and bone. Henry held up his hand. "Peace, okay? We'll leave you alone. Just go about your business and have a nice… death." He started down the hill, motioning for Vernon to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ghost swung its axe again, and the blade sliced right through the sleeve of Henry's coat. It also sliced his arm and the pain seared him like a salt burn. Henry hissed through his teeth. "Vernon, run. Fast!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vernon was quick as smoke, kicking up clods of dead grass as he made tracks down the hill toward the cab, the carton of ghost traps in his arms clattering like discordant wind chimes. Mystic's headlamps flicked on and her engine started. She hadn't been sleeping, she'd been watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ghost took another swing and Henry was ready this time. He leaned back, the axe blade missing his neck by inches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look, pal. I never did anything to you. Take a hike." Henry felt his eyes heat up and his will push forward. "I'm warning you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfonso what's-his-name paid no attention and lunged at him again. Henry danced backwards and sideways to evade the blade. He focused on controlling the ghost, but there was no mind inside it to manipulate. It was like Eunice had told Vernon: Angry energy, and powerful. But no match for a hungry demon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mystic!" Henry called. "Come and get it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A line of green mist shot out of the cab and flew up the hill toward him. The ghost continued its furious mission to cleave Henry in two, giving no notice to the Vox demon speeding toward it. Within seconds, the snake of demon energy twined around the specter and squeezed. The ghost's eyes widened and its mouth grew round in an O of surprise. It began to shrink and fade as Mystic devoured her meal. Then it was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(author's note: The ghost may be gone, but the trouble it started is just beginning.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-7145013225133539612?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/7145013225133539612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=7145013225133539612' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/7145013225133539612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/7145013225133539612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/04/teaser-tuesday-mystic-taxi_14.html' title='Teaser Tuesday - Mystic Taxi'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-761118532972616565</id><published>2009-04-09T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T11:45:03.645-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recession'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>OMG, is it Thursday already? I'm so discombobulated since my husband's schedule changed at the store. His weekends are now Tuesday and Wednesday, so I've sort of adjusted my own schedule to match his so that we can do our weekend stuff at the same time. But it's screwing up my internal clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to blog about and too much to blog about. Does this ever happen to you? It's hard to focus. I have the writing life, the personal life, the job life, the social life *cough*, and then just life in general. So this is going to be a mish-mash of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pupzilla. Always a good subject for me since she's so much the center of my life these days, and not by choice. She's just a very demanding dog. Kinsey has calmed quite a bit, matured, but she always needs something and my husband is more than happy to give her anything she wants whenever she wants it. I'm not so inclined, and I get to live with her all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, Kinsey has this thing for her frizbee. I bought her 3 of them, and she's obssessed. That's all she wants to do is catch the frizbee and she'll shove it in your face all day long if you don't throw the slimy thing covered in her dog slobber. She's only five months old, but she can leap in the air and twist every which way to grab it before it hits the ground. I think I need to enroll her in agility training when she's a little older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prices are going up everywhere, despite the crappy economy. You'd think it would be the opposite, wouldn't you? I got my snow tires replaced with my radials yesterday, and it cost me $10 more than it did last year. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst of it is my dentist. My husband and I both have periodontal disease and need frequent maintenance cleanings which cost double the standard cleaning rate. I need mine 3 times a year, my husband needs his 4 times. We received the insurance statement the other day that showed a bill of $185 for one periodontal cleaning. Holy crap! That's $25 more than it cost 3 months ago! WTF? So I called to let the dentist's office know we'd be taking our business elsewhere. The office manager called me back with all kinds of excuses, like they hadn't raised their rates in 3 years (not true, they just hadn't raised them 18% like they suddenly did this year), but they'll make an exception just for my husband and I by keeping us at the old rate, which is still $20 more than every other dentist in town. I backed down, but probably not for long. We've really been pinching our pennies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My design business is not as lucrative as it was in the fall. Clients aren't producing the projects I had scheduled for them. This gives me a lot of free time to write, but it's hard to be creative when your gut is clenched with anxiety because you're not sure how you'll pay next month's mortgage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean for this to be such a whiny post today, but I imagine it mirrors a lot of other people struggling through this recession. I'm sure there are others who, like me, don't drive anywhere unless they absolutely have to, put shopping for new clothes on hold, stopped eating out, keep the heat turned down to just above the breath-fog level, launder less frequently, eat more macaroni and cheese, and take do-it-yourself projects to a whole new level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have to work on writing a more positive post tomorrow. It will take some research, so I better start now. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-761118532972616565?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/761118532972616565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=761118532972616565' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/761118532972616565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/761118532972616565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/04/thursday-thoughts_09.html' title='Thursday Thoughts'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-5062307554425694956</id><published>2009-04-07T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:55:41.369-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mystic Taxi'/><title type='text'>Teaser Tuesday - Mystic Taxi</title><content type='html'>I had no marketing news yesterday, so I decided not to post. My agent has been out of town. Hopefully I'll have something to report next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have a teaser to share with you. In this scene, Wanda is masquerading as a "spawnster" in a local bar so she can get in to a clandestine meeting that will be held by the villain later than night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/5/56/Tavern_Scene-1658-David_Teniers_II.jpg/800px-Tavern_Scene-1658-David_Teniers_II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 260px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/5/56/Tavern_Scene-1658-David_Teniers_II.jpg/800px-Tavern_Scene-1658-David_Teniers_II.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The following is an excerpt from my steampunk urban fantasy, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Mystic Taxi&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanda stood in front of the building, glancing up and down the quiet street dotted with traffic that was as much on foot as by horse. A steam car crept by, its occupants checking her out, grinning, laughing. Had she made a mistake? Had they seen through her disguise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ma'am?" came a man's voice from behind her. She turned to stare up into the brutish face of an overweight spawnster with little hair on his head and plenty on his face. He had black horns growing out from his temples. On second glance, they looked more like small thorny antlers. "Can I buy you a drink?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood in the doorway of Greaser's, his goat-pupil eyes scanning her top to bottom. He grinned and stepped aside to let her pass. "I'm Emmett," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanda blinked and swallowed her uncertainty. She had a part to play and she damn well better start playing it. Her smile deliberate and slow, she said, "I'm Wanda. Pleased to meet you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're new in town. I can tell by the accent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started to mock a curtsy, but switched it to a bow. Less feminine. Heaven forbid she be mistaken for a whore. Thickening her accent even more, she said, "I'm from the south, relocatin' to the city. It's too borin' where I come from."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His grin broadened, showing some teeth, his incisors long and pointy. "Then I think you'll like it here. Never a dull moment in Spawnstertown. What's your poison?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her stomach turned at the thought of oil pooling thick and warm at the bottom of it. "I'm partial to Safflower."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He chuckled. "A lady's drink. Want cinnamon on top?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinnamon? How disgusting. "No, thanks. And make it a single shot, please. I don't drink much. Goes straight to my head." She smiled and gazed up at him with what she hoped was a sultry look. She didn't feel sultry, especially not with this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have worked because his eyes began to glow red. "Can I take your coat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She slid her coat off and folded it over her arm. "I'll hang on to it, if you don't mind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He guided her to a rugged table that had seen better days in an earlier era. The top was pitted and stained, yet a thick coat of varnish made the wood glisten as though wet. She sat down on a black chair with a ripped seat cushion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanda rested an elbow on the table and leaned forward, her chin cradled in the palm of one hand. "So tell me, Emmett, what's so great about Spawnstertown?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You name it, we got it," he said as he sat across from her. "Gambling, weapons, drugs, prostitution—"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have no use for whores."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We got some handsome spawnster bucks in the stable who'd be happy to tickle your fancy." He waggled his bushy eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat flushed her face and she hoped it didn't show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-5062307554425694956?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/5062307554425694956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=5062307554425694956' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/5062307554425694956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/5062307554425694956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/04/teaser-tuesday-mystic-taxi.html' title='Teaser Tuesday - Mystic Taxi'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-8618723834372378652</id><published>2009-04-04T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T10:22:40.842-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>I Love You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://rlv.zcache.com/all_we_need_is_love_mug-p168573158214589818qj1v_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 307px;" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/all_we_need_is_love_mug-p168573158214589818qj1v_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all do something positive today. Share the &lt;a href="http://www.obsessedwithconformity.com/obsessed_with_conformity/2009/03/in-the-name-of-love.html"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-8618723834372378652?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/8618723834372378652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=8618723834372378652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/8618723834372378652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/8618723834372378652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-you.html' title='I Love You!'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-6131755765104764415</id><published>2009-04-03T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T13:13:45.352-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agents'/><title type='text'>Freestyle Friday - Accentuate the Positive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://designflute.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/radioactive-happiness-face.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 315px;" src="http://designflute.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/radioactive-happiness-face.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow, the negativity in the writing community has been a bit overwhelming lately. I suspect a lot of it has to do with our sucky economy and the frustration of watching the writer's dream get squashed time and time again. It can be terribly hard to constantly face rejection, yet you know you must be persistent or all your efforts are for nothing. Kind of a prescription for depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The writer is a determined soul, and that soul needs nourishment to survive. What better nourishment than happy stories of positive experiences? When all you hear is the negative, the journey toward representation and publication can be terribly daunting. &lt;a href="http://bookendslitagency.blogspot.com/2009/04/authorpass-and-agentpass-day.html"&gt;Jessica Faust at Bookends&lt;/a&gt; is giving writers an opportunity to share their good experiences with agents, and &lt;a href="http://cba-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/04/flowers-and-butterflies-and-rainbows.html"&gt;Rachel Gardner&lt;/a&gt; is asking readers to post what makes them happy! I have too many, so rather than post them on their blogs, I'm going to blog about them myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working on advancing my writing career for more years than I care to admit, and I've experienced myriad ups and downs on this crazy roller coaster. So I'd like to share some positive experiences I've had with literary agents. I've had many, but I'll only mention the ones that have affected me the most . There are some wonderful literary agents I've had the good fortune to come into contact with, and I hope you will, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a paranormal mystery some years ago that was a reunion of childhood friends story that encompassed a treasure hunt, a murder mystery, and ancient Hawaiian legends. Yeah, quite a stew, but that's how my storytelling mind works most of the time. It's always a struggle to keep it in line. Anyway, this fabulous agent at Bookends named Jacky Sach really liked the manuscript and wanted to help me whip it into shape. She tried, she really, really did, and we worked together on it for nine months, but in the end she decided it just wasn't suspenseful enough. And you know what? She was absolutely right. She didn't become my agent for that book (which is destined to be rewritten as YA), but she gave me my first experience with working with an editor and she taught me how to improve my skills as a writer. I'll be forever grateful for the hours Jacky spent trying to turn my sow's ear into a silk purse, LOL! She's a remarkable person, and a fantastic agent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago I attended the Pacific Northwest Writers Conference and got an appointment with literary agent Rachel Vater. She was lovely and listened to me pitch my urban fantasy novel. When I was done, she asked if she could read the notes I had in front of me. Embarrassed, I said sure. She read them with great interest, then explained to me exactly what was missing in my plot. Oh, my God! How did she do that so fast? In less than five minutes, she deciphered the mess that was an unworkable plot and got me excited about taking a whole new direction with the story. I went home and gutted that book completely, keeping only the main character, and rewrote it from page one. That book became what is now Knight's Curse. And though Rachel passed when I queried the new and improved version, she remembered me and handwrote me a personal note. I'll cherish it always, just like I'll forever cherish her fabulous advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a wonderful agent now who's completely behind my book. Well, both books now that I've added a new manuscript for her to peddle, and I couldn't be happier. Elizabeth Winick of McIntosh &amp;amp; Otis is articulate, professional, responsive, and brilliant. What more could a writer ask for? I have a lot to be grateful for, and I feel certain Elizabeth will help me reach my career goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have positive agent stories to share, I hope you'll post them in the comments section here. I'd love to read them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-6131755765104764415?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/6131755765104764415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=6131755765104764415' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/6131755765104764415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/6131755765104764415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/04/freestyle-friday-accentuate-positive.html' title='Freestyle Friday - Accentuate the Positive!'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-3485310496157899788</id><published>2009-04-02T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T13:12:31.219-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craft'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jonathonking.com/covers/shadow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 283px;" src="http://www.jonathonking.com/covers/shadow.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ever since I started taking three-mile walks with Kinsey (aka Pupzilla), I’ve tugged some old conference workshop CDs from mothballs and am re-listening to a lot of oldies but goodies. The agent and editor panel discussions are obsolete (but entertaining) since this industry changes on a dime, but the craft workshops are still spot on. I’d forgotten how good a lot of them are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my conference workshop CDs are from past &lt;a href="http://www.rmfw.org/"&gt;Rocky Mountain Fiction Writers&lt;/a&gt; Colorado Gold conferences. They’re awesome. I enjoy listening to the voices of old friends I haven’t seen for a while, and who I look forward to seeing again in the fall. But there are also some excellent workshops conducted by guest speakers, many of whom are award winning and best selling authors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2004, the CG conference was fortunate to have professional journalist and mystery author &lt;a href="http://www.jonathonking.com/welcome.php"&gt;Jonathan King&lt;/a&gt; as our keynote speaker. The man has a journalist’s eye for detail, and he taught two workshops during the conference that reflected his genius. Since I’m making revisions to Mystic Taxi, and one of the issues is including and deleting details that slow or detract from the story, I listened very carefully to Jon’s advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s vital for journalists to make every word count, so extraneous details and explanations are verboten in their work. As fiction writers, we can learn a lot from good journalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon read from a variety of examples where the details were precise and telling, using very few words. The emotions ran high in many of them. My favorite was from a piece a journalist wrote about the Oklahoma City Bombing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After the explosion, people learned to write left handed. To tie just one shoe. They learned to endure pieces of glass embedded in their flesh. To smile with faces that made them want to cry. To cry with glass eyes. They learned in homes where children had played to stand the quiet. They learned to sleep with pills, to sleep alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without explicit explanations about how some people lost their right hands in the blast, their faces disfigured by shrapnel, how they had lost children and loved ones in the tragedy, this description effectively tells readers all they need to know about this life-altering catastrophe. I want to write like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave another example from a piece he’d written himself, and again it was a journalistic work, about a murder suicide. Jon took the details provided in the police report to paint a picture of how an ordinary afternoon spent at Disneyworld had ended in two tragic deaths. Heartbreaking. A receipt found in the dead man’s pocket revealed that just a couple hours before he shot his wife and then himself, he’d bought them both ice cream at Disneyworld. This is such a telling detail. What does it say about the man’s frame of mind? The man who killed his wife and then himself was a cop, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I invite you to select an effective description from your WIP or finished manuscript that you feel is a good example of distinctive detail that tells more than it shows without actually explaining anything. It’s a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-3485310496157899788?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/3485310496157899788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=3485310496157899788' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/3485310496157899788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/3485310496157899788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/04/thursday-thoughts.html' title='Thursday Thoughts'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-182845657968225212</id><published>2009-03-31T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T11:32:55.448-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mystic Taxi'/><title type='text'>Teaser Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here's a short teaser from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Mystic Taxi&lt;/span&gt;.  Henry has a conversation with his demon-possessed cab:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You hate Wanda because she's an exorcist, don't you?" Henry asked Mystic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nodded. "She was born that way, you know. It's not like she chose to have a life killing demons."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mystic had no response to that. Her silence spoke volumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't blame her for what she is. Look at me. I'm no paragon of Hellspawn virtue. I'm not a model half-breed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You… are… good… person."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks. But I doubt Wanda thinks so. Have you seen how she looks at me? Like she'd try to kill me the minute my back was turned."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The laugh track from a studio audience chortled through the Victrola horn on Mystic's radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's so funny?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seen… her… when… your… back… turned. You… wrong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah?" Now he was curious. "How so?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not… try… kill… you. Kiss… you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry frowned. "I must have given you the wrong oil for your engine today. You've gone loony." But it did make him wonder. As lovely as Wanda was, he couldn't help thinking those full lips of hers might be deadly for someone like him. What if she sucked out his demon soul? Not a risk he was willing to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence from the cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry asked, "Do you think Wanda—?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shut… up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mystic had never told him to shut up before. He must have struck a nerve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-182845657968225212?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/182845657968225212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=182845657968225212' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/182845657968225212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/182845657968225212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/03/teaser-tuesday.html' title='Teaser Tuesday'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-3075044870373814641</id><published>2009-03-30T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T15:52:04.275-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marketing Monday'/><title type='text'>Marketing Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wooden-clockworks.com/13Face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 442px;" src="http://wooden-clockworks.com/13Face.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good news! My agent got back to me the very next day after I sent her Mystic Taxi. She hasn't finished reading it, but she wanted to give me some editorial feedback on the first 3 chapters, which was very helpful. So I'm making those revisions now, and I'm going through the rest of the book to make sure everything I changed corresponds with events that come later in the story. Good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying posting and reading posts on Twitter when I can. I don't post as much as most do, but I scan tweets now and then and have my favorite tweeters. It's an interesting form of media that's getting mixed reviews. A lot of folks who haven't tried it speak out against it because it's a new form of networking that not everyone is comfortable with. They don't understand how it works, so it's easy to put something down when you don't get it. Maybe it makes them feel less dumb for not knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to industry news for writers and authors, Twitter is valuable for up to the minute news if you're following the right folks. It's how I learned about &lt;a href="http://knightagency.blogspot.com/2009/03/enter-tkas-book-in-nutshell-competition.html#links"&gt;The Knight Agency's pitch competition&lt;/a&gt; on their blog. This contest doesn't interest me personally, but it's something I want to share with my writer friends who are still looking for an agent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you read stories like &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/TECH/04/25/twitter.buck/index.html"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt;, you know Twitter isn't a waste of time for those who understand it's usefulness. Not to mention late breaking news &lt;a href="http://www.abc.net.au/news/stories/2008/12/23/2453605.htm"&gt;like this.&lt;/a&gt; Twitter is not just for reporting what you had for lunch or how much you paid for a cute pair of shoes. It's become a serious communication tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to say that I'm already thinking about the next book to follow Mystic Taxi. The wheels are turning and I swear I smell smoke. Uh, I mean steam. *snort* I'm not sure about a title yet, but I'm thinking of using Clockwork Cat as a working title. There's a clockwork cat in Mystic Taxi that's owned by one of the elderly characters and the machine has a mechanical purr. It's possessed, of course, but the demon inside is sweet as a kitten. Anyway, the premise I'm thinking of for this book is: &lt;i&gt;There's a new exorcist in town who doesn't want to kill demons, she wants to become one. And she has the means to make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I got all my tax crap together today for the accountant, so that's done. What a huge relief. I even put Kinsey, aka Pupzilla, in doggie daycare today so I could get it finished. I'm taking advantage of the sublime quiet time I have left and just enjoying not having to chase, scold, and be bitten by, a rambunctious five-month old puppy with ADD. Such fleeting luxury should be savored. &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-3075044870373814641?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/3075044870373814641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=3075044870373814641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/3075044870373814641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/3075044870373814641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/03/marketing-monday_30.html' title='Marketing Monday'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-8319587842631972388</id><published>2009-03-24T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T17:42:29.808-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mystic Taxi'/><title type='text'>Teaser Tuesday - Mystic Taxi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kaweah.com/images/lizard_man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 309px;" src="http://www.kaweah.com/images/lizard_man.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, couldn't resist. Sigh. But lets keep it between us, okay? :) From Mystic Taxi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronald laughed. "That trick never gets old, Henry. But you'd better release my web-fingered friend or I'm going to test how sweet your sweetie really is." The spawnster's tongue was long enough to wrap around Wanda's neck and slide along her chin. It felt slimy and smelled like garlic. She held back a gag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't want Henry to release his man, so it was up to her to make a move on lizard-boy. "How did you know what I like?" she asked Ronald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" He didn't sound so confident now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I enjoy bein' tasted." She snuggled against him, pressing her bottom into his groin. "You feel good. I bet you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taste&lt;/span&gt; good, too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His grip loosened and she turned in his arms so that she faced him, her forehead level with his chin. She smoothed her hands up his belly, sliding them over his chest until she reached his heart. Power surged through her skin, seeking the demon energy beneath her palms. Her single lock of green hair heated her scalp. Looking at Ronald's face, she asked, "How does that feel, lizard boy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His skin had gone pale and he was making choking sounds, as if he couldn't breathe. "What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Easin' your burden. It must be rough bein' only half a monster. So now you get to be half a man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He moaned. "No. Please. Don't take away the best part of me." The light went out of his eyes and his expression became slack as drool dribbled down his chin. He sagged against her and she backed him toward the stairs, easing him down to sit on a step, her hand still on his chest. Her fingers still glowing, she watched Ronald's face. The reptilian features began to fade. The scales on his forehead vanished and his ears shrank to a more normal size, the tips no longer pointed. His nose was a regular shape now and she imagined his tongue shrank, too, but she wasn't about to check.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-8319587842631972388?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/8319587842631972388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=8319587842631972388' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/8319587842631972388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/8319587842631972388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/03/teaser-tuesday-mystic-taxi.html' title='Teaser Tuesday - Mystic Taxi'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-2134169311227929370</id><published>2009-03-23T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T11:31:01.244-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marketing Monday'/><title type='text'>Marketing Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.olds.com.au/products/doble_steam_car_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 414px; height: 293px;" src="http://www.olds.com.au/products/doble_steam_car_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lots of great news today! I'm happy to report I emailed Mystic Taxi to my agent yesterday. Yes! I'm so excited for her to read this book and am eager for her feedback. I'm anxious for this one to be out on submission as soon as possible. I'm already fantasizing about the editors I want to read it. And, believe it or not, I have a sketchy idea for the next book in the series. Fun, fun, fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited for my online friend, known to AW Purgatorians as Tasmin, who just got a 3-book deal with Berkley/Roc. Woo hoo! She so deserves it, and it's so heartening to know publishers are indeed buying books, and they buying them from new authors! You can read about her excellent news &lt;a href="http://literaryintent.blogspot.com/2009/03/announcement.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other lovely online friend, Authoress, announces the big reveal of the Secret Agent for this month's Secret Agent Contest on her blog, &lt;a href="http://misssnarksfirstvictim.blogspot.com/2009/03/secret-agent-unveiled-josh-getzler.html"&gt;Miss Snark's First Victim&lt;/a&gt;. So a lot of folks got good news today. I just love it when people are happy! It makes me happy. And boy, I need a good dose of happiness after the craptastic week I had last week. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, what else. Oh! Another one of my online peeps, Cindy Pon, is looking forward to the release day coming up next month for her young adult fantasy novel, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Silver-Phoenix-Beyond-Kingdom-Xia/dp/0061730211/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1225582023&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;SILVER PHOENIX&lt;/a&gt;. The publisher is HarperTeen and you can preorder the book on Amazon. Not only does it sound like a fabulous story, you'll want to buy it for its stunning cover alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The economy may be in the crapper, but life goes on in the world of books and publishing. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-2134169311227929370?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/2134169311227929370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=2134169311227929370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/2134169311227929370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/2134169311227929370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/03/marketing-monday_23.html' title='Marketing Monday'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-5424932861216583217</id><published>2009-03-19T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T16:18:56.393-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.aurastationery.co.uk/images/smoothE.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 253px;" src="http://www.aurastationery.co.uk/images/smoothE.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I order a lot online these days. Especially gifts, because that way I can have them shipped directly to the recipient rather than me having to languish in line at the post office. There's always a line. It's nice not having to mess with the P.O. anymore now that I have an agent and the query/partial/full fiasco is OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, regarding online orders: Has anyone else noticed the online ordering process seems to take longer these days? It's like running the gauntlet when you try to check out. Here's a scenario to demonstrate what I mean:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Click check out button&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online Order Thing: Please check your order to make sure all items are correct and click continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Click continue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOT: Please confirm all items are correct and click okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Click okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOT: If you're sure all items and totals are okay, click continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Click continue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOT: Please select method of payment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Enters method of payment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOT: Please make sure all items are correct and click confirm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *pulling my hair out at this point as the phone rings in the background, someone's knocking at the door, and the dog is barking, while two of my cats get into a skirmish over whose turn it is at the food bowl.* Click confirm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOT: Please check to make sure shipping information is correct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *the landline stops ringing as the cell phone starts up, the email dings to let me know I've got mail, the doorbell is ringing since the knocking yielded no results, the dog is now growling, and there is cat fur flying through the air* Click correct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOT: Thank you for your order. For a printable receipt... blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an over-exaggeration, but my point is that ordering online takes longer than ever, and with all the distractions, I'm worried I'm going to click the wrong button and it will send me back to the beginning. It's happened before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter now has a copy of The Graveyard Book by the fabulous Neil Gaiman winging it's way to Colorado for her birthday. Was it easier than going to the brick and mortar bookstore to buy and ship from there? I don't know. It used to be. Even so, I understand why it probably takes so long to order online now. A lot of people order stuff, then change their minds and blame the merchant, so the merchant just wants to make sure you're sure what you're buying. Sheesh. The gauntlet, but I get it. And I'll keep ordering online, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-5424932861216583217?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/5424932861216583217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=5424932861216583217' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/5424932861216583217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/5424932861216583217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/03/thursday-thoughts_19.html' title='Thursday Thoughts'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-276368471465033355</id><published>2009-03-17T12:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T15:55:49.355-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mystic Taxi'/><title type='text'>Teaser Tuesday</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling glum today, so to boost my spirits, I've decided to post a short teaser from Mystic Taxi. I'm going through the manuscript page by page, polishing and tightening and fixing those "what was I thinking?" blunders I missed the first time around. So my rough draft is gradually becoming a second draft. I'm really enjoying this part of the process because I get to revisit my characters from their very first breath on the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From my completed steampunk urban fantasy nov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;el, Mystic Taxi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theocracyofthepale.com/images/ghost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 313px;" src="http://www.theocracyofthepale.com/images/ghost.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Hey, would you look at that?" Henry studied the apparition dressed in baggy pants and a torn jacket. It didn't appear to have a shirt on underneath, but it was too far away to reveal much. "Did you set a trap on that side?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vernon made a loud swallow. "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm taking an empty trap over there to catch it," Henry said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vernon grabbed his arm. "Don't. Leave it alone. I think we have enough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry smiled. So his nephew hadn't lost his fear of ghosts. "Well, what luck. It's headed right this way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vernon directed his tube lamp at the specter coming closer, its fluid movements cutting a swath through the fog. It didn't walk, it floated. And it was finally near enough for Henry to make out more details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The male ghost appeared to have died in his late forties or early fifties. It was hard to tell what color his hair was since the body was transparent. It looked as though made of glass because he could see right through it. Its naked chest appeared to be splattered with dark paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vernon picked up the box of filled traps. "I have a bad feeling about that one. We should let it go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry grabbed an empty trap from one of the graves and held it out to the ghost. "Here, ghosty, ghosty, ghosty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't tease it like that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why not?" Henry chuckled. "It's not a person, it's a thing. It's not alive, Vernon. You said so yourself not fifteen minutes ago." He squinted at the ghostly form as it approached. It gripped something in one of its see-through hands. "What's it holding? It looks like an axe."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-276368471465033355?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/276368471465033355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=276368471465033355' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/276368471465033355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/276368471465033355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/03/teaster-tuesday.html' title='Teaser Tuesday'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-6232612146787516027</id><published>2009-03-16T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T10:00:20.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apology'/><title type='text'>An apology</title><content type='html'>Well, I've learned a lesson this week. When I spoke out against spam, I shouldn't have mentioned the name of the author associated with the newsletter that appeared in my inbox. I'm still reeling from the backlash of speaking out against a form of unsolicited email that, for me, is like someone entering my home without bothering to knock first. Apparently, someone used my email address to sign me up for a newsletter I didn't want, or I entered a contest I don't remember entering and part of the terms were that I agreed to get these newsletters. So that's my fault. Regarding the newsletter I received, I'd never heard of the author, it was a genre I don't read, so when the newsletter appeared in my inbox, I got extremely upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess spam is something we all have to live with, no matter where it comes from. I'm sincerely sorry that this author's feelings were hurt when I used her name. I shouldn't have, and I apologize. And I apologize to Writers Space for being upset with them for sending it to me. It wasn't their fault, either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-6232612146787516027?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/6232612146787516027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=6232612146787516027' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/6232612146787516027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/6232612146787516027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/03/apology.html' title='An apology'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-4270852347688290830</id><published>2009-03-12T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T18:10:08.480-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revisions'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I'm deep into revisions of Mystic Taxi, which is fun for the most part. However I tackled a problematic chapter today that needed major trimming. The pace was slooooowwww. I knew it soon after I wrote it, but figured I'd take care of it after I finished the draft. And that time is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of the reason for the section of the chapter that dragged is because I was getting too deep with my gadgets.This is steampunk, and that's a big part of the genre, the quirky inventions that use clockworks and alternate forms of energy to make them work. I went overboard on a Victorian age computer run by demon energy. Keyboards and coils and gears, oh my. Oh, brother. I had to strip most of it out. Those were darlings I didn't mind showing the door. Buh-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm working on the chapter after that one, which goes a lot faster and presents a new plot twist, so this is fun. I've been going over some notes from my critique partners and found this one that made my head hurt and my eyes cross:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This lesser-demon goal is dropped suddenly upon Henry's appearance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and her goal then becomes finding the Vox box. Maybe this could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; more clear if she awakes, ready to pursue the Vox goal, then reads the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; newspaper, considers the lesser-demon goal but prioritizes it below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the Vox goal? Consider picking one dominant emotion ad goal for this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; scene, and get the reader involved with something concrete to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;*blink* Um... no. I don't do the sticking to one dominant emotion thing. Characters are prone to feeling a variety of emotions just like real people. If I'm confused by what this critique means, I think readers would be twice as confused if I tried to do this. I'm not that formulaic. I write simple scenes with a goal, the conflict, and the dilemma that follows. Believe me, there's plenty to worry about after this scene is over. Here's the last paragraph in the chapter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Okay, if that's how you want to play it." He held up the metal hose containing the Snit and snapped it in half like a twig. A blue stream of smoke snaked out of the broken hose and, unaffected by the hurricane-force wind that made Henry's eyes water, it shot straight at Eloise. The woman opened her mouth to scream, but inhaled the homicidal Snit instead. She made a choking sound. The fetid wind stopped howling, and her body fell like a sack of rags to the floor. &lt;/blockquote&gt;Well, back to my revisions while the puppy's still sleeping. However, I'm draped in cats, which makes it mildly difficult to type.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-4270852347688290830?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/4270852347688290830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=4270852347688290830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/4270852347688290830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/4270852347688290830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/03/thursday-thoughts_12.html' title='Thursday Thoughts'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-8188122452505598673</id><published>2009-03-10T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:48:04.256-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mystic Taxi'/><title type='text'>Tuesday Twos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.painetworks.com/photos/fb/fb0431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 384px;" src="http://www.painetworks.com/photos/fb/fb0431.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a spin on the number two, twins, doubles, partners, twosomes... I'm refraining from the teasers for now, but that doesn't mean forever. I admit it will be hard to restrain myself from posting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now, how about dynamic duos? Those partners who fight crime side by side. Personally, I think they're fun, especially when you have chemistry. When that chemistry is between a man and a woman, you get tension, and loads of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a lot of television shows that work off this dynamic in the character pairings. Just last night we saw the premier of the new show Castle that features mystery author Rick Castle paired with police detective Kate Beckett. The sparks flew and it was loads of fun. Who wouldn't want to detect crime alongside Nathan Fillion, the actor playing Rick Castle? Yummy! Their chemistry, IMO, is a huge appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other tv show character pairings that often turn into a war between the sexes, with the sexual tension nearly palpable, is Bones (Tempe and Sealy), The Mentalist (Patrick and Teresa), Fringe (Peter and Olivia), and many others. These are sizzling relationships at times, and the arcs of these characters and their stories appeal to a mass audience. So why is it we don't see books with character partnerships written this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we see romances with partnerships that turn steamy before the book ends, but what about a series that slowly grows the relationship and plays off the couples' mounting personal conflicts. I've never read one that hasn't resulted in the couple ending up in bed together before the last page. I like to savor the conflict, similar to how these popular tv shows allow us to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why Mystic Taxi is about two main protagonists, Henry Paine and Wanda Snow, who are at logger heads before joining forces to fight the villain and foil his plan to take over New York City. There's chemistry, there's attraction, but there are no romantic proclamations in this first book. I love where the two of these characters end up by the story's conclusion. It's natural, it's exciting, it's satisfying, and there's a sigh of contentment at the end. But their story isn't over yet. It's just beginning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-8188122452505598673?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/8188122452505598673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=8188122452505598673' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/8188122452505598673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/8188122452505598673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/03/tuesday-twos.html' title='Tuesday Twos'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-960454413603040853</id><published>2009-03-09T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T11:33:59.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marketing Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://assets0.twitter.com/images/twitter_logo_125x29.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 74px;" src="http://assets0.twitter.com/images/twitter_logo_125x29.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have joined the tweeting masses, yes I have. I've been tweeting for about a month or so, but would always forget to post an update. However, Thursday's infamous QueryFail day got me involved and I must say, I'm now an official Twitter addict. I'm following 40 other tweeters and it's a blast watching their updated 140 character tweets, some regularly, some never. I think &lt;a href="http://theswivet.blogspot.com/"&gt;Colleen Lindsay&lt;/a&gt; is the champion tweeter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of QueryFail, I thought it was an awesome event. Entertaining and educational for the clueless looking for an agent or publisher. But a lot of writerly folks were upset with the agents and editors posting bits and pieces of queries they'd turned down and their reasons for passing. The complainers accused them of mocking writers. Personally, I don't see it. Most were generic as hell, and no names or titles were ever mentioned. The point is, the queries that got knocked down deserved it, IMO. They were silly and mindless and showed no respect for the agent being queried. You don't tell an agent "I have a great idea. You write the book and we split the profits." Ignorance is not bliss. It's shameful. It's lazy. There are too many resources on the web that will teach a new writer how to be professional in their queries, so there's no excuse for being stupid. Clueless queries take time away from the agent who'd rather be selling their clients' work to publishers. Anyway, I won't go on and on about it because too many people already have, on both sides of the fence. If you're curious about the queries tweeted about, you'll find a lot of them &lt;a href="http://www.jacketflap.com/megablog/index.asp?Year=2009&amp;amp;Month=03&amp;amp;Day=05&amp;amp;postid=314226"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see some over-the-top responses to how awful QueryFail was, visit &lt;a href="http://nathanbransford.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-week-in-publishing.html"&gt;Nathathan Bransford's blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bookends didn't participate in Query Fail, but &lt;a href="http://bookendslitagency.blogspot.com/2009/03/rejections-we-cant-stop-talking-about.html"&gt;Jessica Faust's blog today&lt;/a&gt; is a funny look at how rejections can be misinterpretted by writers. She was very gracious in her responses to both the examples given, but my word, if you don't know what Middle Grade is, why are you writing it? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as my own news, I have none. But I'm happily revising the first draft of Mystic Taxi and I couldn't be more excited about this book. I may not be posting teasers on my blog anymore, but I experimented on Twitter with a paragraph, so I may do that instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow me on Twitter! Just click on the "Follow Me" link under my latest tweet, and it will take you to my profile page there. The more Twitter pals, the better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-960454413603040853?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/960454413603040853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=960454413603040853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/960454413603040853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/960454413603040853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/03/marketing-monday.html' title='Marketing Monday'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-1541123321894837070</id><published>2009-03-05T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T10:55:14.546-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s up Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mikeputnamphoto.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/dsnow5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 262px;" src="http://www.mikeputnamphoto.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/dsnow5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's snowing. Again. I enjoy the snow, but these are flurries and don't really amount to much. I like it when it accumulates because the puppy enjoys playing in it and that gives me a much needed break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you all heard of the Nielson ratings? It's how they rate TV shows based on frequency of  being watched. I participated in one last year, but it was during the strike so I didn't watch anything but DVDs. Plus, the little booklets the Nielsons send are time-consuming to fill out. And you get no compensation. Well, a few weeks ago I get a call from Nielson asking me if I wanted to do it again. I said no. A couple days later I get another call asking me the same thing. Again I said no. So on Tuesday I get their stupid little booklet in the mail with the instructions on how to fill out the days and times I watch TV. Aargh! What part of "no" don't they understand? This totally explains the demise of some of the most fantastic television shows ever broadcasted. The rating system is run by idiots. No one fills out their freaking booklets. The whole thing is a scam! /rant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I didn't post a teaser from Mystic Taxi on Tuesday. This is because I'm close to finishing the book and it will go out on submission before too long. So I'm not comfortable posting much more, and probably shouldn't have posted as much as I did. Posting work on the internet is contraversial and I hear both sides. But I have to say the feedback I get from readers is invigorating. Sometimes, as writers, we need that kind of encouragment. It's difficult to write in a vacuum. As far as teasers go, I'm going to cool it for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, all this week, &lt;a href="http://nathanbransford.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nathan Bransford&lt;/a&gt; is focusing his blog on positivity. I love it! There's too much doom and gloom out there. We need to hear good news now and then, or at least positive perspectives from the professionals in the industry. Thank you, Nathan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colleen Lindsay of Fine Print Literary announced a &lt;a href="http://theswivet.blogspot.com/2009/03/queryfail-day-on-twitter.html"&gt;Query Fail Day&lt;/a&gt; on Twitter. Colleen says: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A group of online agents, book editors and periodicals acquisition editors are posting about their queries in real time. The idea is to educate people about what exactly it is in a query that made us stop reading and say "Not for me."&lt;/span&gt; Cool. I joined Twitter, but I don't know how to use it right, and forget to post to it all the time. I don't know how to follow people, either, yet I have a few followers of mine. I've got to figure this thing out. Maybe I'll use the Query Fail Day thing as a teaching tool. I'm such a technotard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, speaking of queries, I heard agents are seeing a huge increase in the number of queries they're receiving lately. I also heard the reason for this is because so many people are out of work, they've all decided to write books and make a living that way. Yeah, that's the ticket! Write a book and make a butt-load of money. Ha! Ignorance is such bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll continue to refresh my inbox all day to see if any news from the agent shows up. So far, nada. Very frustrating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-1541123321894837070?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/1541123321894837070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=1541123321894837070' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/1541123321894837070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/1541123321894837070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/03/thursday-thoughts.html' title='Thursday Thoughts'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-1686625975246705622</id><published>2009-03-03T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T11:22:43.129-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marketing Monday'/><title type='text'>Marketing Monday on Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache.virtualtourist.com/1193139-Sunsetting_behind_Haystack_Rock_at_Pacific_City-Pacific_City.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 245px;" src="http://cache.virtualtourist.com/1193139-Sunsetting_behind_Haystack_Rock_at_Pacific_City-Pacific_City.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;The view outside our beach house window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived home from my weekend Writer's Retreat on Sunday and have been too pooped to post since. I'm happy to report I was extremely productive over those 3 days, despite the hours and hours of driving. Ugh. Then yesterday I think I was going through retreat withdrawals because I felt yucky and had no energy. The real world slapped me in the face and I rebelled. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today I'm a bit more chipper and am finally getting things done. Dealing with devil puppy madness. Finishing up design projects. Trying to collect on clients' past due invoices. The usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My agent emailed me on Friday to let me know one of the five publishers considering Knight's Curse passed. Sigh. But it's okay because the editor, based on his email, had a totally different vision for the book that I didn't share. It wasn't a good match. At least I'm still holding out for the editor who loved it and is passing it up the food chain. May this be THE ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend I brainstormed an idea for a new book with my writer pals. It's based on a dream I had a couple of weeks ago. I'm trying to figure out a way to incorporate it into the next series book, but I don't know. Everyone felt it was too big and should be a stand alone. It doesn't fit into either of the two worlds I created for my other series. It's more of a psychic suspense and could possibly be written as YA. I have too many ideas to keep up with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-1686625975246705622?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/1686625975246705622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=1686625975246705622' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/1686625975246705622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/1686625975246705622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/03/marketing-monday-on-tuesday.html' title='Marketing Monday on Tuesday'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-5610488244475295454</id><published>2009-02-25T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T12:31:06.999-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s up Wednesday'/><title type='text'>What's Up Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://experiencepr.files.wordpress.com/2007/02/busy-lady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 361px;" src="http://experiencepr.files.wordpress.com/2007/02/busy-lady.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Busy, that's what's up. Lots and lots is going on, most of it of little interest to those following this blog. But there are a couple things you may be happy to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have a marketing update. Woo hoo! My agent emailed me this morning with some really good news, but nothing definite yet. I'd love to reveal the details, but that would be unwise. Suffice to say we have a very interested editor who loves KNIGHT'S CURSE, but needs feedback from further up the food chain, so to speak. So keep fingers crossed for me. This is a big publisher and I'm impressed with this editor. That said, there are four other publishing houses still considering the manuscript. So hope lives eternal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the puppy front, we had an incident on Sunday that was kind of scary. Kinsey ate some grapes out of the compost pile in the backyard. Dummy us weren't thinking when we put the shriveled things in there, but grapes are toxic to dogs, as are raisins. They cause kidney failure. I saw her speeding by the window with a bunch of them in her mouth and ran outside to stop her. I didn't know how many she'd eaten, but she was chewing so chances were good it was grapes she was chewing on. I called the emergency vet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vet said to bring her in and they would induce vomiting. And how much was this going to cost me? It would be $95 for the exam, and $68 to make the puppy throw up. Times are lean and we don't exactly have $158 to toss around unless absolutely necessary. If the puppy had to vomit, my husband and I decided we'd make her do it ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the store for some Ipecac syrup. Did you know it's not a common item in the pharmacy aisle anymore? No one had it, and we were running out of time. So we decided to use peroxide instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tablespoon should do it. It was easy to give it to her, she swallowed it right down, and then ran around out back like it was nothing. So we gave her more. Still nothing. I held her upside down and shook her a few times, hoping gravity would do the job, but no luck. A few minutes later we were rewarded with 2 big upchucks that yielded about a half dozen grapes. She's fine now. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm closing in on the final scenes of the WIP and then I'll take it with me to the coast on Friday for some heavy duty edits and revisions. That's my favorite part! It's like putting the finishing touches on a sculpture where you polish and really bring out the details. Fun stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's this about the coast, you ask? Oh, yeah. I'm going on a writer's retreat this weekend with some friends from my RWA chapter. We do this once a year and it's so much fun. I can leave my worries and cares behind, and just concentrate on myself for a few days. Pacific City is beautiful and my friends and I rented a house on the beach there. I'll take pictures and post them when I get back. I did this last year, too. And the year before. It's become a ritual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gotta walk the pup, then back to work on day job stuff. I'll keep y'all posted on how the pub subs go! *happy dance*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-5610488244475295454?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/5610488244475295454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=5610488244475295454' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/5610488244475295454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/5610488244475295454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-up-wednesday_25.html' title='What&apos;s Up Wednesday'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-2237664874494998976</id><published>2009-02-19T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T14:38:10.673-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thoughts - The Virtual Water Cooler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bloggingforboomers.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/betty-at-water-cooler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 336px;" src="http://bloggingforboomers.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/betty-at-water-cooler.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If any of you have ever worked in an office, or at least had co-workers sharing space, you know what it's like. You're never alone, there's always someone to talk to, you overhear gossip, you sometimes slip out for lunch together. Your work mates are your community. Well, I miss that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to make up for the lack of chumming around with work buddies, I play with my online writing pals online. And you know what? It's better than meeting in-person. There's more of us, that's for sure. Like an entire building's worth. Depending on the kind of virtual water cooler situation you're into, you can even "listen in" on conversations (lurk) as well as have private discussions (PM).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'd do without my online writing communities. I participate in a few, and some can be addictive. The one that sucks me in the most is the &lt;a href="http://www.absolutewrite.com/forums/"&gt;Absolute Write Water Cooler Forums&lt;/a&gt;. There are 30,000 members, each have varying interests, and you can chat about anything from how to train your puppy to asking for a critique of your query letter. There are even discussions about cooking, politics, screen writing, and every genre of fiction, short and long. It's an awesome place to have stimulating discussions and make long-lasting friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have to force myself to stay away sometimes. The urge to communicate with other humans can be compelling. I can talk to my cats and my puppy all day long, but their only way to talk back is meows and barks. I need feedback, support and encouragement now and then. Online gatherings are almost as good as getting together face to face. Only I don't have to change out of my sweats or put make up on. That's awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you converse with other writers? If you don't work during the day, do you ever feel the need for adult human companionship?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-2237664874494998976?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/2237664874494998976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=2237664874494998976' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/2237664874494998976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/2237664874494998976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/02/thursday-thoughts-virtual-water-cooler.html' title='Thursday Thoughts - The Virtual Water Cooler'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-4525107642054399531</id><published>2009-02-17T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T07:53:31.386-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mystic Taxi'/><title type='text'>Teaser Tuesday - Mystic Taxi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/152/390211787_0698946347.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 355px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/152/390211787_0698946347.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm bummed! I didn't make it through to the next round of Karin Tabke's First Line Contest. Rats! Well, it was fun while it lasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The following is a short excerpt from my steampunk urban fantasy WIP, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Mystic Taxi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanda looked at her aunt and asked, "Anythin' else you can tell me about those Hebeites?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alva's forehead creased with concern. "Other than them being ruthless killers with the single-minded goal of staying young forever? No, can't say that I do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know something about that group," Henry said. "Goddess worshippers. You have one in your building?" He felt the temperature in his eyes heat up. "Did one of them take my Vox?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Calm down," Wanda said, handing the coffee maker to her aunt. "I don't know if she took it or not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So it's a woman." Figures. Women were at the root of most of his problems lately. "Not enough to make a deal with a goddess, she has to mess with an innocent demon, too?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Henry, I told you I don't know. I'm not even a hundred percent sure she's a Hebeite."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then let's find out." He spun on his heel and stomped down the hallway to the stairs. The sound of clomping footsteps followed. Wanda had the grace of a Clydesdale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We need a plan before we go barrelin' into a person's home and accuse 'em of bein' a thief," Wanda said to his back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's the apartment number?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't answer and he stopped on the bottom step. He turned to glare at her and asked more directly, "What's the number?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stood two steps above him and met him eye to eye. "I'm not tellin' you until we have a plan." She reached out as if to touch him, then pulled her hand back. "What's that you have around your neck?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He touched the crimped end of the metal hose containing the Snit that tried to kill Max. "I almost forgot. This is yours, too. It tried to kill my nephew's son."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My, but ain't I the lucky one," she said with a smirk. "So many gifts, and I didn't think to get you somethin'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running his thumb along the rough edge of bent metal, Henry had an idea. "You can give me something. Like a chance to get my Vox away from that filthy Hebeite."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But we don't have all the facts—"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't need 'em." He grabbed both ends of the hose and lifted it off his neck. "I know what to do. Now tell me the number."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-4525107642054399531?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/4525107642054399531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=4525107642054399531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/4525107642054399531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/4525107642054399531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/02/teaser-tuesday-mystic-taxi_17.html' title='Teaser Tuesday - Mystic Taxi'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-627271879726341099</id><published>2009-02-16T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T08:12:06.126-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marketing Monday'/><title type='text'>Marketing Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z204/alexel1024/WaitingForARaise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z204/alexel1024/WaitingForARaise.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See the picture above? Yeah. That pretty much sums up my marketing update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving right along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your Valentine's Day? Mine sucked. My husband and I got into an argument, and he really pissed me off. It's not the topic of the fight that upset me, but the way he went about "making his point." After hearing his side of things, I saw that he was right, and told him so. My position changed. So you'd think that would be the end of the discussion, right? Far from it. I should have known better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was bothered by the fact I had an opposing view to begin with. WTF? This isn't unusual. He can never understand why the world doesn't think the way he does. And the fact that he swayed me with a valid argument makes no difference. Then, after I gave in, he wouldn't stop. He kept digging in, driving his point deeper and deeper until I snapped! I hardly talked to him the rest of the day. Why couldn't he win gracefully and just let it go? Sigh. I'm still kind of ticked at him. We went to his mom's for dinner that night. It wasn't particularly romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine in Colorado coordinates &lt;a href="http://www.thesandy.com"&gt;The Sandy Writing Contest&lt;/a&gt;, so all you unpublished writers out there, listen up! The deadline is tomorrow, February 17th. She tells me they're very light in Fantasy/SF and Suspense/Thriller, so if you write in those genres, polish up your beginning pages and email them to Theresa Rizzo. The final judge for Suspense/Thriller is Alex Logan of Grand Central Publishing and the final judge for F/SF is Cameron McClure with the Donald Maass Agency. Details about the contest are &lt;a href="http://thesandy.com/page.cfm?pageid=6375"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Secret Agent contest comes to a close at &lt;a href="http://www.misssnarksfirstvictim.blogspot.com"&gt;Miss Snark's First Victim&lt;/a&gt; blog. The Secret Agent's identity has been revealed as Kristin Nelson! It's a really great contest that goes on every month for the unagented, so if you want a shot at an agent, and honest feedback on your work, you should enter. It's free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll find out this afternoon if I made it to the next round of Karin Tabke's First Line Contest. I'll announce it on Twitter if I remember. I'm always forgetting to post stuff with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-627271879726341099?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/627271879726341099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=627271879726341099' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/627271879726341099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/627271879726341099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/02/marketing-monday_16.html' title='Marketing Monday'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-5466991927415013804</id><published>2009-02-12T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T07:43:50.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.zanyvideos.com/uploads/dentist_patient_nightmare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 419px;" src="http://www.zanyvideos.com/uploads/dentist_patient_nightmare.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday was a busy day. I worked on 3 client projects, then had a lovely (NOT) visit with my dentist. He's a great guy, love him to pieces, but damn, it seems so unfair to pay so much money to have someone hurt you. I had two super old and cracked silver fillings that needed to be replaced because decay had sneaked underneath (crafty buggers), one on each side of my mouth. I walked out of there looking like a squirrel hording nuts. I hate that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news! The laptop LIVES! The motherboard did not get fried, but the keyboard has to be replaced. Not sure when I'll get it back, but it's a cheap fix and I'm ever grateful for its impending return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Link Stew: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theswivet.blogspot.com/2009/02/publishing-and-art-of-patience.html"&gt;Fine Print Literary Agent Colleen Lindsay&lt;/a&gt; had a rather &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;uplifting blog&lt;/span&gt; yesterday. It's nice to know I'm not the only optimist out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Some exciting sales by debut authors!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://murderby4.blogspot.com/2009/02/holy-book-deal-batman.html"&gt;S.W. Vaughn&lt;/a&gt; has an inspiring story to tell that sounds a lot like my own writer's journey, minus the sale, of course. Ahem. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weirdomatic.com/scary-toys.html"&gt;Freaky Toys&lt;/a&gt;. But I gotta say, I wouldn't mind having some of these. They're awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;The Secret Agent contest&lt;/span&gt; is up and running at &lt;a href="http://misssnarksfirstvictim.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miss Snark's First Victim &lt;/a&gt;with all entries posted, and the mysterious SA dropping in to add comments. Who will win this month? Hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-5466991927415013804?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/5466991927415013804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=5466991927415013804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/5466991927415013804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/5466991927415013804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/02/thursday-thoughts_12.html' title='Thursday Thoughts'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-4730682717860733011</id><published>2009-02-10T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T06:54:24.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaser Tuesday - Mystic Taxi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bpl.org/Graphics/rarebooks/Case4No5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 470px;" src="http://www.bpl.org/Graphics/rarebooks/Case4No5.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm happy to let you all know that I made it through another round of &lt;a href="http://www.karintabke.com/blog/?p=684#comment-686182"&gt;Karin Tabke's First Line contest&lt;/a&gt;. I'm one of the 30 left after the initial 100, and next week it will be whittled down to 25. Fingers crossed Mystic Taxi will make all the way to the final 5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's Tuesday, so it must be teasert time! The following is an excerpt from my steampunk urban fantasy WIP, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Mystic Taxi&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door to the apartment next door opened and a young woman Wanda didn't recognize poked her head out. "Gladys isn't home. Can I help you with something?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, um, I'm staying with your neighbor, Alva Snow? My name's Wanda and Alva's my aunt. I need to talk to Mrs. Stravinsky."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman narrowed her eyes. "What about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busybody. "Do you know when she'll be home?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She had to leave town for a family emergency." The woman was petite, her light brown hair like a frilly cloud around her head. She was plain looking, but not unattractive. No make-up, no hat, no jewelry. She cleared her throat and stepped out into the hall. "I'm Mrs. Stravinsky's granddaughter, Eloise. I'll be house-sitting for her while she's away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanda gave her a questioning look and jutted her chin at the apartment she just left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eloise offered her a tight-lipped smile. "It's vacant and the landlord gave me a key. I'm thinking about renting it so I can be closer to Gladys. To my grandmother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She called her grandmother Gladys? Wanda wondered if it was common for folks in the city to refer to their grandparents by their first names. "Then welcome to the neighborhood. My aunt and I live on the third floor. Feel free to stop by any time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman ignored her. When Eloise walked past her to Mrs. Stravinsky's door, Wanda detected a very unpleasant odor, like rotted meat. She looked down at the woman's feet and noticed her scuffed and faded shoes. Talk about old, and old-fashioned. The shoes were like the lace-ups her own grandmother used to wear. Wanda's gaze wandered up to Eloise's dress, an out-of-date number with faded floral fabric and a frayed hem. Had the woman taken over her grandmother's wardrobe as well as her apartment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm looking for a redwood box I lost in the building's basement yesterday," Wanda said to the woman's back. "You haven't seen it, have you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No." Eloise stepped inside Mrs. Stravinsky's apartment and Wanda caught a whiff of sulphur mixed with stale cooking odors. "I'll keep an eye out for it." She slammed the door shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rude bitch," Wanda said. "And what the hell's she cookin' in there? Smells like spoiled onions and dog farts." She pinched her nostrils and marched down the hall to the stairs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-4730682717860733011?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/4730682717860733011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=4730682717860733011' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/4730682717860733011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/4730682717860733011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/02/teaser-tuesday-mystic-taxi_10.html' title='Teaser Tuesday - Mystic Taxi'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-1567027813827753027</id><published>2009-02-09T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T06:38:46.212-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marketing Monday'/><title type='text'>Marketing Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://writingrenditions.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/mckenzie-river-before-the-falls.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://writingrenditions.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/mckenzie-river-before-the-falls.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can hardly keep my eyes open this morning and coffee isn't helping. The puppy got up with my husband at 5:15 and I couldn't get her to go back to sleep. So I entertained her while hubby got ready for work. This dog is driving me insane. She doesn't stop for a second. Chewing and biting and chasing the cats and getting into mischief every second. I have to put her in her crate just to get some peace, and I feel bad about it. But she gives me no choice. Anyone want a 3 month old border collie/pit bull puppy? I really am a cat person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has now been a full week without my laptop and I haven't chewed off my hands yet, which is a good sign. The shop that has it should give me a diagnosis by the end of the week. I keep wondering what I'll do if the laptop is really truly dead. Will I buy another one? Tempting, but I just bought the new behemoth I'm working on now. Several clients still owe me money... Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marketing news? Bwahahahaha! No, not a peep. At least not for me. But a couple of friends have fantastic news this week. &lt;a href="http://www.rosepressey.com/"&gt;Rose Pressey&lt;/a&gt; just got offered a book contract with Medallion Press, and as result was able to entice an agent to her corner to help negotiate the contract. You go, Rose! Another friend, whose identity I shouldn't reveal yet, is working through her agent with an editor who has asked for revisions to her middle grade manuscript! So exciting. I love seeing such positive activity happening in the publishing world. It gives me hope that it will happen some day for me, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I need to tell you how fabulous Malia's one-woman show was last Friday night. Such excitement! There was a write-up about the show, which started mid January, in the &lt;a href="http://media.www.lcctorch.com/media/storage/paper1259/news/2009/01/22/Arts/Malia.Schultheiss.Solo.Show.an.Equation.Of.Meaning-3593845.shtml"&gt;Lane Community College newspaper&lt;/a&gt;. There are pictures! So you can see the lovely gallery and how her art was displayed. So cool. I couldn't be more proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to add that the drive over the pass and through the valley to Eugene was majestic and peaceful as always. I adore those amazing 3 hours of natural beauty through the Oregon wilderness. See the photo at the top of this post. It's the McKenzie River that runs alongside the highway. Fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the laptop crisis, I continue to add words to Mystic Taxi. The devil puppy makes my life miserable, but I will prevail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be news here tomorrow, and on Twitter, as to whether or not I made it to round 9 of Karin Tabke's First Line contest. So far, so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-1567027813827753027?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/1567027813827753027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=1567027813827753027' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/1567027813827753027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/1567027813827753027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/02/marketing-monday_09.html' title='Marketing Monday'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-8127686093437445132</id><published>2009-02-05T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T20:19:44.019-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I know I'm late updating the blog, but better late than never, right? I may not post tomorrow because it promises to be a busy day. I'm leaving town to drive over the mountains to Eugene so I can be there for the opening of eldest daughter's art show at &lt;a href="http://fenariogallery.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;the Fenario Gallery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I'm so excited for her! Her art is featured on the front page of the website. Her name is Malia Schultheis. It's a long drive to get there, about 3 hours, and I don't know what the weather will be doing. Probably snow on the pass. Yuck. But once over the pass, the valley is absolutely breathtaking. It's a beautiful drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got quite a bit of writing done today, which was a shock. Almost 2000 words, and that's unusual considering everything else I was doing, like the day job, not the least of which involved keeping track of an energetic puppy. But I made her favorite sweet potato treats and she is the happiest little doggy camper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone looking for a good writing contest to enter, I happily endorse &lt;a href="http://www.thesandy.com/"&gt;The Sandy&lt;/a&gt;, an annual literary contest sponsored by &lt;a href="http://www.crestedbuttewritersconference.com/"&gt;Crested Butte Writers Conference&lt;/a&gt;. It's open to entries right now! All genre categories are available to enter, and the final judges are fantastic. Check it out! I'd so love to attend the conference, but I can't afford more than one trip to Colorado, and that's in September. But Donald Maass will be at Crested Butte this year. Waaaaah! I'll get over it. *pout*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another contest on the horizon, which is free and online, is the monthly &lt;a href="http://misssnarksfirstvictim.blogspot.com/2009/02/heads-up-secret-agent-next-week.html"&gt;Secret Agent&lt;/a&gt; contest sponsored by the &lt;a href="http://misssnarksfirstvictim.blogspot.com/2009/02/heads-up-secret-agent-next-week.html"&gt;Miss Snarks First Victim&lt;/a&gt; blog. If you don't yet have an agent, you don't want to miss this one. It's interactive and it's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gotta go make dinner and make sure the puppy isn't chewing my husband up. He can't control her. Apparently, I'm the only one who can. Sigh. I'll post a new picture of Kinsey soon so you can see how much she's grown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-8127686093437445132?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/8127686093437445132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=8127686093437445132' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/8127686093437445132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/8127686093437445132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/02/thursday-thoughts.html' title='Thursday Thoughts'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-2749414420948239324</id><published>2009-02-04T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T08:42:11.153-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='critique'/><title type='text'>What's Up Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.craigboldman.com/28%20-%20Bad%20Advice.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 266px;" src="http://www.craigboldman.com/28%20-%20Bad%20Advice.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm still in mourning over my laptop. Sigh. I sure hope it can be fixed. I'm supposed to go on a writing retreat at the end of this month and there wouldn't be much point without my computer. Though lazing around at a beach house with my writing friends and taking long walks on a secluded Oregon beach wouldn't be such a bad thing. I could read a book. Wow, what a concept! I haven't read a book in months! And my TBR pile is teetering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of writing friends, my online critique group "meets" the first and fifteenth of every month. We meet via email, and the meeting consists of submitting chapters of our WIPs to each other. Most of us have been in this group for a long time, like over ten years, though we just brought a couple of excellent writers onboard to freshen things up. It's been great. Their stuff is fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the ongoing problems I have with my group is when someone says "...you need to remind us about thus and so. And you need to explain XYZ." These criticisms have caused me to take on the bad habit of repeating myself more often than necessary, and over-explaining. My crit partners mean well, but what happens when you're submitting a novel chapter by chapter is that they forget information from something they haven't read for a while. Crit partners go on vacation, take a break from the group, or simply have swiss cheese memories. Sometimes they skip reading your stuff for months, then come back with suggestions for reminders and explanations. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means it's up to me to determine whether or not I should follow those suggestions. In my early writing days, I'd always follow this advice, only to be told later by someone reading the book for the first time that I'm repeating myself and over explaining things. I'm trying to break myself of the habit, but after ten years of beating it into me, it hasn't been easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I've learned to do is flag those areas remarked upon by two of my crit buddies (it's always these same two writers, the others never mention reminders or the need for repeating details) and then when I'm done with the manuscript, I can determine if repetition and extra explanation is a warranted. Fresh beta readers help with this, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you in a critique group? What do you see as the pros and cons of critique? What's the worst advice you've ever received from a critique partner?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-2749414420948239324?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/2749414420948239324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=2749414420948239324' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/2749414420948239324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/2749414420948239324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-up-wednesday.html' title='What&apos;s Up Wednesday'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-8355791285509741085</id><published>2009-02-03T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:19:41.981-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mystic Taxi'/><title type='text'>Teaser Tuesday - Mystic Taxi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hilbert.edu/images/HFiles/SP07/Morning%20Fog%20Over%20Chicago--Mariya%20Balicki.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 241px;" src="http://www.hilbert.edu/images/HFiles/SP07/Morning%20Fog%20Over%20Chicago--Mariya%20Balicki.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to announce &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Mystic Taxi &lt;/span&gt;made it to the next round of Karin Tabke's First Line Contest! Woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The following is an excerpt from my steampunk urban fantasy WIP, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Mystic Taxi&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanda hadn't talked to any reporters, not even the college student, so she knew her name wouldn't be mentioned in the story. Though the article had nothing to do with her or Henry, it had plenty to do with uppity lesser demons messing with folks in very unhealthy ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alva stood beside her, hands on hips. "Pancakes or waffles?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanda didn't answer. She was too busy reading. The article wasn't a long one, but it mentioned a few demon-related incidents that had gone on in the city last night. It claimed more reports could be found in the police blotter. She'd known it would come to this someday, or rather, her great-grandmother had known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She frowned, concerned about the press. It wasn't a good time for the city to start a panic over a possible demon uprising. It would only lead to chaos, which would in turn interfere with her goal. She wasn't ready for a full-on catastrophe and hoped to avoid one altogether, but organizing a multi-demon exorcism would be like herding cats. Wanda had her work cut out for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I could really use Henry's help," she said, taking a distracted sip of the brewed chicory her aunt set by her elbow. "He calms the beasts, I destroy them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you don't intend to send the demons back to Hell?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanda shook her head. "Too many of 'em. When they turn murderous, they can't be allowed to live. Demons ain't smart enough to repent. They can't feel emotions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Think Henry will go along with your plan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shrugged. "Not sure, but he seems the decent sort. He'll do the right thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a swig of the chicory that was turning cold, Wanda left the table to get herself a refill. She stood at the kitchen counter and glanced out the window to see a yellow taxi steamer drive past the building. Her heart twitched at the thought it might be Henry. "That spawnster spyin' on me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alva joined her at the window. "Could be. That same taxi's been by a few times since this morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanda grinned. She didn't mind. She had nothing to hide, though she guessed his interest was due to her promise of finding that fifth Vox box. Time to start canvassing the building. She was about to get busier than a stump-tailed cow in fly time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-8355791285509741085?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/8355791285509741085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=8355791285509741085' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/8355791285509741085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/8355791285509741085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/02/teaser-tuesday-mystic-taxi.html' title='Teaser Tuesday - Mystic Taxi'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-991631731897874397</id><published>2009-02-02T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T13:40:09.658-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marketing Monday'/><title type='text'>Marketing Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.old-picture.com/united-states-history-1900s---1930s/pictures/President-Waiting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 350px;" src="http://www.old-picture.com/united-states-history-1900s---1930s/pictures/President-Waiting.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was a bad blogger last week. Bad. I was in "wait for something to happen" mode, but nothing did. Don't you hate when that happens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I heard about an interesting sale last week for a manuscript called &lt;a href="http://www.publishersweekly.com/article/CA6632856.html"&gt;Angelology&lt;/a&gt; that's supposed to be a cross between The DaVinci Code and National Treasure. What's fascinating, aside from the fact that it sold for a six-figure advance at auction, is that it features half-angels called Nephilim. Well, my main character in Knight's Curse is Nephilim, though she's one of the good guys and the Nephilim in Angelology are supposedly monsters. Hmm... Point is, the theme is catching on. Let's hope that means something good is on the horizon for Knight's Curse. Chalice's story yearns to be read by the masses! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered the 50 word hook contest on &lt;a href="http://casablancaauthors.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-i-love-about-judging-contests-and.html"&gt;Casablanca Authors blog&lt;/a&gt;. Results will be posted on Valentine's Day. There were some really awesome hooks entered! I can't wait to read some of those books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No news about whether or not I made the cut for the next round in &lt;a href="http://www.karintabke.com/blog/"&gt;Karin Tabke's First Line&lt;/a&gt; contest. Hopefully I'll find out tonight, but it wasn't posted until Tuesday last week, so who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The puppy killed my laptop yesterday. It wasn't totally her fault because I shouldn't have had my mug of coffee so close to it on the coffee table. Kinsey snagged the cord, which pulled the laptop into the mug, which fell off the table and hit the floor, spraying coffee everywhere. I tried steaming the stain from the carpet to no avail. First I thought the computer was okay, then the a key started sticking, then the s key, then the d key. Now when it's booted it has nothing but a black screen with lines of white code. So I'm dropping it off at the computer place in a little bit to see if they can fix it, but they can't even get to it for 10 days. Aargh! Good thing I had a back-up of my WIP. I have my gigantic desktop Mac Pro to use in the mean time, but it's so cumbersome for writing. I prefer the intimacy of my little laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February is a short month, and I have mixed feelings about that. It's good that it's short because it brings us that much closer to spring. Yeah! But it's also bad that it's only 28 days because it makes the bills come due quicker. I hate living hand to mouth all the time. It would be nice to sock funds away now and then, but in this economy? Ha! Ain't gonna happen, at least not for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-991631731897874397?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/991631731897874397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=991631731897874397' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/991631731897874397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/991631731897874397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/02/marketing-monday.html' title='Marketing Monday'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-783074736021270446</id><published>2009-01-27T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T09:07:25.104-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mystic Taxi'/><title type='text'>Teaser Tuesday - Mystic Taxi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cooking101.abccook.com/images/chef-knife-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 225px;" src="http://cooking101.abccook.com/images/chef-knife-big.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The results of Karin Tabke's First Line contest are delayed this week, but hopefully they'll be up be the end of the day. I'll report tomorrow whether or not I made the cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here's an excerpt from my WIP, a steampunk urban fantasy called &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mystic Taxi&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to see Gerald holding a small atomizer bottle. Henry grabbed it and squeezed the bulb to release a fine mist into the air. It smelled tropical. Coconut and orchids? It reminded him of those fruity drinks human women liked so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hose with the vegetable sprayer swayed from side to side, its energy waning. The scent seemed to be working. It started to retreat back to its hole beside the sink when it stiffened as if something attracted its attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry glanced behind him and saw Gerald standing out in the open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry whirled back around just as the sprayer swiped at a butcher knife lying on the counter. It flipped it up and batted it like a baseball. The knife shot through the air, going straight for Gerald's head. Henry tried to block its path but was impaled through the chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grunted, Gerald gasped, and the sprayer retreated in a flash to its hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You malicious little Snit." Henry was ticked off now. He grabbed the old coffee maker and flipped up its lid. Eyes hot, he directed his will at the unruly demon, and within seconds a thin blue mist swirled up from the hole beside the sink. It drifted lazily to the coffee maker and disappeared inside. Henry snapped the lid shut, wiped his thumb across his chest where the knife still protruded, and jabbed it onto the machine to leave his mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My brand. My will. And so you are bound."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-783074736021270446?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/783074736021270446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=783074736021270446' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/783074736021270446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/783074736021270446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/01/teaser-tuesday-mystic-taxi_27.html' title='Teaser Tuesday - Mystic Taxi'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-7904165139770925337</id><published>2009-01-26T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T08:09:00.235-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marketing Monday'/><title type='text'>Marketing Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cinematicwallpaper.com/movie-pictures/wallpapers/Dead_Silence_wallpaper/Dead_silence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 260px;" src="http://www.cinematicwallpaper.com/movie-pictures/wallpapers/Dead_Silence_wallpaper/Dead_silence.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The silence is deafening. Not a word on the publishing front. No news is no news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered the first few pages of Mystic Taxi in the &lt;a href="http://www.leranm.com/contest.html"&gt;New Mexico RWA chapter's Rebecca contest&lt;/a&gt;. The deadline isn't until the end of May, but they're only taking the first 30 entries in each category, so I decided not to put it off or I'm sure I'd forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered another fun online contest called &lt;a href="http://chasethedreamcontest.wordpress.com/"&gt;Chase the Dream&lt;/a&gt;. It's sponsored by Leigh Michaels and Rachelle Chase. Enter the first 1000 words of your novel and Rachelle will pick her favorite as a finalist for the week. It's weekly, so you can enter more than once. The contest will end some time in March, when all the finalist's entries will be put up for vote by readers. The prizes are really great, too. This is definitely a worthwhile contest for writers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a cold, cold day today here in Central Oregon. There's a few inches of fresh snow on the ground, and a clear blue sky above. It's not expected to get above 20. Brrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll post another excerpt from Mystic Taxi, and announce whether or not I made it to the next round of &lt;a href="http://www.karintabke.com/blog/"&gt;Karin Tabke's First Line contest&lt;/a&gt;. I think it will be down to 40 out of the initial 100, and lines have added up now to 7 each. It's an interesting contest to follow and root for your faves, though most of my favorites have already been cut. Sniff. We'll know the results some time tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-7904165139770925337?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/7904165139770925337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=7904165139770925337' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/7904165139770925337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/7904165139770925337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/01/marketing-monday_26.html' title='Marketing Monday'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-7875716465319394214</id><published>2009-01-23T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T15:23:30.736-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freestyle Fridays'/><title type='text'>Freestyle Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SXpQCi8DwbI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ridRz01_hOw/s1600-h/Kinsey+%26+Sammy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 340px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SXpQCi8DwbI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ridRz01_hOw/s400/Kinsey+%26+Sammy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294632316596109746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Kinsey and Sammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see on the right hand side of this blog, I've joined the Twitter tweeters. You'll also notice I don't do a good job of it. TGIF? WTF? I just couldn't think of anything else to say at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A writer friend of mine had a baby girl this morning. Yay, &lt;a href="http://christacarol.blogspot.com/"&gt;Christa!&lt;/a&gt; This is wee one #2, and now we're all waiting for her to post pictures on her blog and to see which one of us won her guess-the-baby's-weight contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puppy Update: Kinsey is becoming a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; easier to handle (ie my husband and I are suffering less blood loss). She's still high energy, but she's more focused and listens better now. I discovered a spray bottle with water really helps get her attention. She actually likes getting squirted, but what it does is make her stop doing whatever she's doing, like grabbing the banana off the table or the newspaper out of my husband's hands. I've enrolled her in puppy classes that start February 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of puppies, did you know dogs love sweet potatoes? Our local pet supply store sells a  line of sweet potato treats for dogs. The things are hard as rocks, and I bought Kinsey the ones that look like dog bones. Expensive! They're just dehydrated pieces of sweet potato, so I decided to make some myself, though mine are more like sweet potato chips. Kinsey loves them like nothing else! So I'm sharing the recipe so you can make these yummy treats for  your own dogs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Take 2 or 3 sweet potatoes (organic is best for your dog), slice them length-wise about 1/4" thick. Lay the slices on a baking sheet and bake at 250 degrees for 3 to 4 hours. The longer they bake, the harder they'll get.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How about a healthy human treat? I discovered this by accident one day. I like cottage cheese, and I like dried cranberries, so I thought why not mix them together? It's a surprisingly tasty combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention Mystic Taxi is still in the running for Karin Tabke's First Line contest? I think we're up to seven lines now. I'll know by next Monday whether or not I made the next round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the publishing front, though any news about my book is still pending, I just found out that Pocket Books and Juno Books signed a co-publishing agreement! That's very exciting because it creates another opportunity for Knight's Curse. My agent emailed me today saying they're on it. So that's encouraging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-7875716465319394214?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/7875716465319394214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=7875716465319394214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/7875716465319394214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/7875716465319394214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/01/freestyle-friday_23.html' title='Freestyle Friday'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SXpQCi8DwbI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ridRz01_hOw/s72-c/Kinsey+%26+Sammy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-5803387913673731140</id><published>2009-01-22T11:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T11:19:25.825-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craft'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SXjGq3Zd3sI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/I84W3zzY97I/s1600-h/starting+point.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SXjGq3Zd3sI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/I84W3zzY97I/s200/starting+point.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294199801701588674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I haven't blogged about craft stuff for a while, so I thought I'd talk about beginnings today. Beginnings have become all the rage lately among writing-related blogs and forums. It's like if you don't nail down that first page, or perfect the hook that invites someone to read your first page, you're SOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of ways to start a novel, not all of them good. We're familiar with those throat-clearing starts, the one where the writer is warming up to the story and needs to get all that preliminary set-up crap out of the way, like weather and the character waking up and what a tough childhood he had. Yawn. So we'll leave those as given no-nos and go on to some other first page killers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think readers can always identify what turns them off when they read the first page of a novel, but a lot of the reasons agents give for passing on a project would probably apply. Here are a few to consider:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Opens with rhetorical question(s).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; The first line is about setting, not about story.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not enough happens on the first page.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The opening contains clichéd phrases and/or situations (i.e. a character shakes his head to clear the cobwebs, character runs away from an unknown assailant, etc. )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The main character responds to an unnamed thing (e.g., something dead in a bathtub, something horrible in a closet, someone on the other side of her peephole…) for more than a paragraph without naming it, creating false suspense.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The characters talk about something (a photo, a person, the kitchen table) for more than a line without describing it, creating false suspense.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The unnamed protagonist cliché:  The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;woman&lt;/span&gt; ran through the forest... The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;man&lt;/span&gt; hid the knife in his pocket... yadda, yadda.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fake suspense created by some relevant fact that's kept from the reader for longer than a paragraph.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The character spots him/herself in a mirror, in order to provide an excuse for a physical description.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; The first page is straight narration that doesn't involve the character doing anything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Too much physical descriptions in the opening paragraph, rather than action or conflict.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When the first lines are dialogue, the speaker is not identified.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The book opens with a flashback, rather than what's going on now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Descriptive asides pull the reader out of the conflict of the scene.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No conflict.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Too much repetition.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Too many generalities.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stakes are not high enough.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Story is written in the second person.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The narrator speaks directly to the reader (“I should warn you…”), making the story hyper-aware of itself and thereby tossing the reader out of the story.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When characters tell one another things they already know.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The tag lines are more revealing than the dialogue.  (  “She squawked.” "He growled.")&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; The writing switches tenses for no apparent reason.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; The action is told out of chronological order.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Took too many words to reveal what happened.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dull and/or awkward writing style.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The writing falls back on common shorthand descriptions: “She did not trust herself to speak,” “She didn’t want to look…”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Too many analogies/metaphors/similes per paragraph.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Purple prose and overwriting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Melodramatic opening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Makes the reader laugh at it, not with it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Too much unnecessary explanation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unmotivated characters.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I'm sure there are more that just these. Can you add to the list? Did anything on here make you go back to look at your first page? Do any of these opening bloopers rate high on your pet peeve-0-meter?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-5803387913673731140?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/5803387913673731140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=5803387913673731140' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/5803387913673731140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/5803387913673731140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/01/thursday-thoughts_22.html' title='Thursday Thoughts'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SXjGq3Zd3sI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/I84W3zzY97I/s72-c/starting+point.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-6134433796204683896</id><published>2009-01-21T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T08:30:16.023-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weirdness'/><title type='text'>Wednesday Weirdness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pennyandaggie.com/images/PNA_home_transparency.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 250px;" src="http://www.pennyandaggie.com/images/PNA_home_transparency.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I use Google Alerts to notify me whenever my name or titles of my work come up. It typically only finds me listed as a link on other people's blogs, which is flattering. I'll occasionally find a book review of one of my published novels. But yesterday I was alerted to something I'd never have imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a comic strip on the web with a character named Karen Duvall. I know, what are the odds? Google alerted me to a blog called &lt;a href="http://thehathorlegacy.com/books/20-on-the-20th-an-interview-with-t-campbell/"&gt;The Hathor Legacy&lt;/a&gt;, and there was an interview with comic strip writer T. Campbell. I didn't read the entire interview, but Mr. or Ms. Campbell writes a strip called &lt;a href="http://www.pennyandaggie.com/"&gt;Penny &amp;amp; Aggie&lt;/a&gt; about teenage girls and high school life. One of the less than savory characters in the comic is Karen Duvall. I guess it's a fairly popular web comic for teens because it has a very active forum. I read a couple of the strips. Not horrible, but not quite ready for newspaper syndication, either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-6134433796204683896?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/6134433796204683896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=6134433796204683896' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/6134433796204683896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/6134433796204683896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/01/wednesday-weirdness.html' title='Wednesday Weirdness'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-8710975165625380734</id><published>2009-01-20T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:07:38.401-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mystic Taxi'/><title type='text'>Teaser Tuesday - Mystic Taxi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.trendir.com/archives/mico-seashore-kitchen-faucet-spray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 289px;" src="http://www.trendir.com/archives/mico-seashore-kitchen-faucet-spray.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerald opened the door and sparks flickered around the door frame. Trudy must have had someone set wards there, which was smart since she appeared to live alone. The wards deactivated when Gerald used her key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two of them rushed into the apartment, bodies crouched low and arms held over their heads, but no missiles hurled in their direction. The noises were all coming from the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia, Trudy's demon, had possessed a large carpet sweeper at some point and rammed it into the dining room table and chairs. The chairs lay on their sides and the table sat askew.  A vegetable sprayer attached to a hose in the sink was now waving in the air like a snake, slamming into cupboards and sweeping through stacks of dishes on a double row of shelves on the wall. Broken glass and china lay all over the hardwood floor and granite counter tops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing made a mess quite like a wrathy demon on the warpath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stay here," Henry told Gerald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But what if you--?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It can't hurt me. And if it does, I'll heal." Though despite his body's ability to swiftly mend itself, he wasn't impervious to pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-8710975165625380734?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/8710975165625380734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=8710975165625380734' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/8710975165625380734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/8710975165625380734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/01/teaser-tuesday-mystic-taxi_20.html' title='Teaser Tuesday - Mystic Taxi'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-3696912669440470849</id><published>2009-01-19T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T10:06:46.267-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marketing Monday'/><title type='text'>Marketing Monday</title><content type='html'>If you caught my post on Friday, you'll know the news isn't good. A couple more rejections without helpful feedback. There's a downside to writing something original. If it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; original in these tough economic times (I know, I'm sick of that phrase, too), no one wants to take a risk. So potentially popular books aren't getting snatched up like they should be. I'm ever hopeful my agent will find the editor who will share her vision and enthusiasm for Knight's Curse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you may already know, Absolute Write was down over the weekend. The withdrawals were painful. I alleviated my agony by hanging out in the AW chatroom, though the conversations often devolved into irrelevancies. Still, there were some familiar "faces" and that was comforting. It's interesting how much we depend on peer groups, and how important they become to our writing process. We typically write in a vacuum and having other writers to talk to at any time, day or night, is a balm to the lonely writer's soul. No one understands a writer like another writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My WIP needs a good whipping. I'm on the home stretch and slowing down. I need to regroup and outline upcoming chapters. Still having fun, but it's a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new pet gate is up, and I'd post a picture of it, but my camera's battery is dead. I need to recharge it. Anyway, what an amazing difference it makes to our decor. I love it! And fat cat makes it through the little cat gate without any problem. I was so worried he'd get stuck trying to escape and Pupzilla would nip at his backside. However, the puppy is still small enough that she can get through the little cat opening, too, but fast as she's growing, she won't be able to slip through much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to work...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-3696912669440470849?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/3696912669440470849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=3696912669440470849' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/3696912669440470849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/3696912669440470849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/01/marketing-monday_19.html' title='Marketing Monday'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-5090868085337742888</id><published>2009-01-16T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T14:41:22.257-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thoughts on a Friday</title><content type='html'>I really, really need to set up a pet gate to divide the house into 2 parts. The barricade we have up isn't working anymore. Kinsey has gotten too big, and too smart. She barrels over all the obstacles we've set up like an Olympic athlete running the hurdles. And now we're having trouble stepping over the clutter without falling ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than describe it to you, here's what I'm talking about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SXEKAUQuGZI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IKeMpS5MZTg/s1600-h/barricade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SXEKAUQuGZI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IKeMpS5MZTg/s400/barricade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292022037692160402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Such a lovely addition to our decor, huh? Blech. Today that's going to change. Kinsey and I are going down to Petsmart to buy a new pet gate that's on sale and has a small cat door for the cats to venture through as the mood strikes. Problem is that my big bruiser kitty, Teddy, may not fit. I mean, this animal is enormous. He's 30 pounds at least, and quite a wide load. But we're going to try it and maybe make a few adjustments with Ted in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a blue day. Heard from my agent and we got a couple more rejections. She has a few more publishers to try, and she's going back to 2 she's already submitted to, only targeting different editors. Fingers crossed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel much like writing today. I hit a wall in a scene anyway and need to think about what to do next. I might post a question about it on the Absolute Write Water Cooler forum. I always get great suggestions over there, except the site appears to be down temporarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some invoicing of design clients yesterday, so I hope to see a few checks arrive in the mail next week. Sure do need them. Things are very lean right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-5090868085337742888?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/5090868085337742888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=5090868085337742888' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/5090868085337742888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/5090868085337742888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/01/thursday-thoughts-on-friday.html' title='Thursday Thoughts on a Friday'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SXEKAUQuGZI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IKeMpS5MZTg/s72-c/barricade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-8274940810702588918</id><published>2009-01-14T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T15:15:04.040-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interview'/><title type='text'>Interviewed at Headdesk</title><content type='html'>I was fortunate to be interviewed by Creative A on her blog, &lt;a href="http://headdeskforwriters.blogspot.com/2009/01/10-question-with-karen-duvall.html"&gt;Headdesk&lt;/a&gt;. She asked some interesting questions, so if you're curious how I answered them, take a look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-8274940810702588918?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/8274940810702588918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=8274940810702588918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/8274940810702588918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/8274940810702588918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/01/interviewed-at-headdesk.html' title='Interviewed at Headdesk'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-1292411704917051885</id><published>2009-01-14T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:12:27.237-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>What's Up Wednesday - Tagged!</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by &lt;a href="http://chandlermariecraig.wordpress.com/2009/01/11/tag-im-it/"&gt;Chan&lt;/a&gt; to list six things that make my happy. Yikes. It shouldn't be that hard, but happiness is so subjective, you know? Like there's satisfied happy, you know the kind of happiness that's simple as having a hot cup of cocoa in front of the fireplace on a snowy day. Then there's deliriously happy, the kind that has you dancing in the street because you just won the lottery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to stick with the simple things because the deliriously happy category never happens for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;My three cats. &lt;/span&gt;Just seeing them puts a smile on my face. They're all so sweet and loving. I'd include my puppy, but she induces more stress than happiness at this stage in her young life. I'm always on edge when she's awake and on a tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;My pajamas.&lt;/span&gt; Seriously. I could stay in them all day. Aside from them being comfortable, they give me a sense of comfort from the inside. They make me think of cuddling up with a mug of something warm while reading or watching a good movie. They symbolize all the the good stuff in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Reading good books. &lt;/span&gt;Writers read, and so do I, but not enough. I consider it a guilty pleasure. I reward myself with reading, so if I don't feel I deserve a reward, the reading goes on the back burner. Plus, I need to fill my free time writing, not reading. But when I do read, it definitely makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;When my agent contacts me.&lt;/span&gt; It can be email or by phone, but I always get excited to hear from her, regardless of whatever news she might have. Just knowing she's on my side, the advocate for my book, gives me a warm fuzzy feeling inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;hulu.com  &lt;/span&gt;Yes, this website makes me quite happy. I can watch many of my favorite shows there because I usually miss them when they're on television. The husband is normally glued to football or the weather channel, so I sit beside him, laptop and earphones plugged in, and watch whatever I want without disturbing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; My car.&lt;/span&gt; I really love my car. It's a 2002 Hyundai Santa Fe and the absolute best car EVAH! Comfortable, fun to drive, good gas mileage, reliable, and unbelievably good in snow. I can listen to cassettes or CDs, and long trips are a real pleasure. I always feel safe and secure whenever I'm driving my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I get to tag six people to list their 6 happy things. Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.patyjager.blogspot.com/"&gt;Paty Jager&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://elisabethnaughton.blogspot.com/"&gt;Elizabeth Naughton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tasha43055.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tasha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://misssnarksfirstvictim.blogspot.com/"&gt;Authoress&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://deborah-wright.blogspot.com/"&gt;Deborah Wright&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bryngreenwood.wordpress.com/"&gt;Bryn Greenwood&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules are as follows: link to the person who gave you the award; write down six things that make you happy; post the rules; tag six others and let them know you’ve done it; tell the person who tagged you when your entry is up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-1292411704917051885?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/1292411704917051885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=1292411704917051885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/1292411704917051885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/1292411704917051885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-up-wednesday-tagged.html' title='What&apos;s Up Wednesday - Tagged!'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-6373367974564363221</id><published>2009-01-13T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T16:19:07.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaser Tuesday - Mystic Taxi</title><content type='html'>Sorry I didn't post yesterday, but there was no marketing news to report. I heard from my agent today, who just returned to the office after the holidays. She's had the flu and now I'm sure she has tons of work to catch up on. Maybe news next week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in the running for Karin Tabke's First Line contest. There are now fifty contestants left. It will be down to 45 next Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of marketing, there's a wonderful Q&amp;amp;A interview with four agents over at &lt;a href="http://www.pw.org/content/agents_and_editors_qampa_four_young_literary_agents"&gt;Poets &amp;amp; Writers&lt;/a&gt;. It's a long article, but it contains some great information, so you really should check it out (if you're a writer). The agents interviewed are quite candid with their responses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an uplifting article from &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/12/books/12reading.html?_r=2&amp;amp;em"&gt;The New York Times&lt;/a&gt; that updates the state of reading in America. It's improved over last year! More readers mean better book sales, or so we hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.treehugger.com/images/2007/10/24/coal%20powered%20car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 241px;" src="http://i.treehugger.com/images/2007/10/24/coal%20powered%20car.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It wouldn't be Tuesday if I didn't post a teaser, so here's a short excerpt from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Mystic Taxi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pulled up to the curb in front of her aunt's Brooklyn apartment building. "I'll wait here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, come on, Mr. Paine. Won't you come inside? My Aunt Alva is a mean cook, and she knows how to cook for spawnsters, since half our family is Hellspawn." She didn't really want him to come in, but how else would she win him over? "Ain't you hungry?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm fine. Just get me my demon boxes and I'll go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, my belly's so empty I'm fartin' cobwebs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave her a horrified look. "You eat with that mouth?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rolled her eyes. No sense of humor. "I'm gonna have my supper before I fetch your boxes, so come in or stay out in the cold. Up to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shivered and switched off the engine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great!" Wanda smiled and pushed at the door, which opened so fast it nearly swung her out onto the sidewalk with her still holding the handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mystic, cut it out. We're almost done with this… this…" He waved a hand at Wanda as if unsure what to call her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ignored the insult and kept her smile. "Is there something I can do for your, uh, Mystic? Bless her heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry offered a sardonic grin. "Nice try."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-6373367974564363221?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/6373367974564363221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=6373367974564363221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/6373367974564363221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/6373367974564363221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/01/teaser-tuesday-mystic-taxi_13.html' title='Teaser Tuesday - Mystic Taxi'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-8770234474920060206</id><published>2009-01-08T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T08:16:59.832-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.zdnet.com/Apple/images/fox-color-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 191px;" src="http://blogs.zdnet.com/Apple/images/fox-color-logo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much was up on Wednesday, so no blog post. Today is Thursday, closer to Friday, and I'm looking forward to the weekend. The husband will be home so he can help look after the puppy, however it's NFL Playoffs time, so he'll be pretty much worthless in that regard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We almost lost our FOX station in Bend. Honest. FOX was negotiating its contract with our one and only cable company here, Bend Broadband (can you say monopoly?), and they were going to charge BB a fee for transmission rights. It's free over the airways if you have an antenna, but BB would have to pay for it because they're the only game in town here. When I thought I'd no longer get to see some of my favorite shows (Bones, House, Fringe, etc.), I started checking into satellite companies, thinking that would be the way to go. Only problem is the satellite companies don't offer local network stations here in Bend. WTF? Central Oregon is NOT that small. We have Costco!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while negotiations between BB and FOX went on, with BB refusing to pay, FOX withdrew their signal and the channel went away. Blue screen. Gone. Ack! I couldn't believe they'd do that. My husband was chewing his nails because he was going to miss one of the playoff games on Sunday. So we got out our older, little tv out of my office and set it on top of the big one in the living room. My husband hooked up its antenna, added a foil accent (what's an antenna without foil), and voila! We got FOX. We could hardly see the picture, but we had reception, such as it was. Lots and lots of snow. But the sound was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we we're both thinking that this will be the state of tv watching in our home. The hub watches more than I do, but I wasn't at all pleased with the foil decorating accent or the tvs stacked like a snowman. Picture a scene from a 70's sitcom: "Okay, just a little more to the left... wait, that's it!... No, go back. There. No, no, no, you had it a second ago, just push it a little more forward..." Heaven help me. One of the cats did enjoy the foil, though. She kept trying to bat it off the antenna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we were, watching tv on Monday night -- I had the laptop on my lap and my husband was watching-- when he says: "Hey, look! FOX is back!" There was much rejoicing. BB and FOX had worked out a deal. Subscribers will pay more I'm sure, but it won't be that much. From what I read in the paper, the squabble was over an extra penny a day per subscriber. Hey, I'll forego my annual latté for a year's worth of FOX shows. They're only the best network station ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my excitement for the week. There could be more later, who knows? It is only Thursday, after all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-8770234474920060206?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/8770234474920060206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=8770234474920060206' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/8770234474920060206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/8770234474920060206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/01/thursday-thoughts.html' title='Thursday Thoughts'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-758041858973082360</id><published>2009-01-06T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:32:45.321-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaser tuesday'/><title type='text'>Teaser Tuesday - Mystic Taxi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y55/MerrisHawk/smokeblue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 258px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y55/MerrisHawk/smokeblue.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good news! Mystic Taxi made it to the fourth round of Karin Tabke's First Line Contest. Woo hoo!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for another teaser from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mystic Taxi&lt;/span&gt;, my steampunk urban fantasy in progress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry knocked and the flashing stopped. Well, that was a good sign. He waited a full minute before turning the knob and pushing his way slowly inside. He'd barely stepped across the threshold when a fireball erupted from across the room and hurled straight for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It exploded in a wall of flame that covered Henry from head to toe. The heat felt good after the frigid conditions outside. Hellspawn were impervious to fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, that was nice. Can I have another?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The oven sat in silent darkness, pouting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look, buster, you gotta get a grip. I understand, okay? You need a new master, someone to tell you what to do. And I'll find you one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanda cleared her throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Or maybe it would be better if you return home for a while. See the old neighborhood in Hell. Catch up with the family?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The oven shook and began to glow. Henry took that as a no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You want to go free, right?" he asked the demon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The oven's door flapped open and shut. Henry took that as a yes. From its behavior, he could tell this demon was a Snit, which is slightly more aggressive and not as playful as an Imp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have something to help calm your nerves." He stalked up to the oven, removed the cork tops on both vials, and dribbled their contents over the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It began to glow again, and not in a happy way. Smoke puffed out of its burner plates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-758041858973082360?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/758041858973082360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=758041858973082360' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/758041858973082360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/758041858973082360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/01/teaser-tuesday-mystic-taxi.html' title='Teaser Tuesday - Mystic Taxi'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-3501053684393039360</id><published>2009-01-05T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T09:50:53.885-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marketing Monday'/><title type='text'>Marketing Monday</title><content type='html'>Today is the first day of the new week of the new month of the new year. Woo! So it should be a good one, right? Most of the publishing industry is back at their desks today and the wheels begin turning again. My agent is still on holiday break and won't be back in the office until Wednesday. So I don't plan on hearing news for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's snow on the ground and the sky is pale blue with plenty of sunshine. But it's freezing cold, so I won't be getting out in it. I have lots of work to do today anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm eager to find out if I made the cut for the next round of &lt;a href="http://www.karintabke.com/blog/index.php"&gt;Karin Tabke&lt;/a&gt;'s First Line contest. I probably won't know until late this afternoon. It's down from 100 to 60 entries, and I'm still in, but five will be cut from the 60 that are left. Will I make it through? I'll let you know tomorrow when I post my weekly teaser for Mystic Taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took advantage of the after holiday sales and ordered my grandsons their birthday presents. Two were born in February, one at the end of January. Their gifts should arrive by tomorrow so that I can ship them off before next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the puppy's up from her very brief nap, so I better play with her before she tears up the house. Have a great Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-3501053684393039360?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/3501053684393039360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=3501053684393039360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/3501053684393039360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/3501053684393039360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/01/marketing-monday.html' title='Marketing Monday'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-5490172746749856496</id><published>2009-01-02T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T08:06:42.391-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Typealyzer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gender Genie'/><title type='text'>Freestyle Friday</title><content type='html'>I need to write this quick while the puppy's sleeping! Whenever she's up and running around, I can't sit for five minutes without having to get after her about something. We've puppy-proofed the best we can, but she somehow finds new things to chew or break or tear. My living room floor looks like a doggy toy store, but it's not enough for her. And she's figured out a way to get over the barricade that keeps her out of the other half of the house. I'm a wreck. I should probably put her in doggy day care for a day just to give myself a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The New Year got off to an unhappy start when we lost our electricity for a few hours yesterday. It was horribly windy and a transformer must have blown somewhere. It wasn't so bad while it was still light out, but when it started getting dark, I freaked out a little. I have a flashlight and candles, but our fireplace is electric/gas and there was no heat. I imagined myself sitting in the dark all night, bored to tears with a puppy nipping and chewing on me. Then the electricity came back on and I was unbelievably thrilled! I ran through the house and turned on every single light. Then reset all the clocks. Life is good once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out about this really cool website called &lt;a href="http://bookblog.net/gender/genie.php"&gt;The Gender Genie&lt;/a&gt;. You paste an excerpt of over 500 words into the box and it "reads" it to determine if the author is male or female. I found it very interesting that when I pasted something written from my male character's point of view, the Genie thought it was written by a male author. When I pasted a excerpt from my female character's point of view, it determined the author was female. Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a personality reader called &lt;a href="http://www.typealyzer.com/"&gt;The Typealyzer&lt;/a&gt;. If you have a blog, you give it your blog's URL and it will tell you your personality. It says I'm an ESFP - The Performers. Here's the definition of what that means:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float: left;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The entertaining and friendly type. They are especially attuned to pleasure and beauty and like to fill their surroundings with soft fabrics, bright colors and sweet smells. They live in the present moment and don´t like to plan ahead - they are always in risk of exhausting themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They enjoy work that makes them able to help other people in a concrete and visible way. They tend to avoid conflicts and rarely initiate confrontation - qualities that can make it hard for them in management positions. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a blog, take the test. It's interesting. I'd say the assessment of mine is pretty accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The puppy is still sleeping. Yay! I'm going to work on chapter 18 of Mystic Taxi before she gets up to ruin my day. I love her dearly, but man, she wipes me out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-5490172746749856496?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/5490172746749856496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=5490172746749856496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/5490172746749856496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/5490172746749856496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/01/freestyle-friday.html' title='Freestyle Friday'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-754587367469434519</id><published>2009-01-01T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T18:02:21.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ultimatetaxi.com/pictures_of/new_years_eve_fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 262px;" src="http://www.ultimatetaxi.com/pictures_of/new_years_eve_fireworks.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Wishing you all the best for 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-754587367469434519?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/754587367469434519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=754587367469434519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/754587367469434519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/754587367469434519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-years.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-8489191092773429567</id><published>2008-12-31T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T08:28:37.243-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Years 2009'/><title type='text'>What's Up Wednesday - New Years Eve</title><content type='html'>It's the day before the New Year begins, and I have nothing planned to celebrate. My husband and I aren't big party people. I'd be open to gathering with friends for an informal celebration, but my husband's more of a recluse. It's just as well. Staying up past midnight doesn't sit well with me right now since puppy Kinsey still likes to get up real early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinsey slept 10 hours last night, which was a special treat. I feel more rested today than I've felt since we got her a month ago. She had her first set of puppy shots yesterday, which could account for the long sleep, so I doubt I'll be so lucky tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's windy and cold out, and I usually like to drape myself with a blanket during the day. I have a favorite down throw I used to use until Kinsey chewed a hole in it yesterday and spread feathers everywhere. So I went in search of another one and picked out a quilt my mother-in-law made for us several years ago. That worked great until our youngest cat peed on it. She's very territorial. I found another comforter, but the cat peed on that one, too. Needless to say I've been doing lots of laundry and have taken to wearing my coat inside the house just to stay warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my mother-in-law's birthday tomorrow -- she was a New Year baby seventy-six years ago -- and I need to shop for a present for her today. I'll probably end up getting her a gift certificate at her favorite department store. We like to take her out to dinner on her birthday, but the problem is that most restaurants here in Bend are closed on New Year's Day. We might postpone the dinner thing until this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the boring blog post. My world lately has been confined to puppy-raising, which is very restrictive. It's like having a baby and scheduling activities around the baby's routine. Except this baby has very sharp teeth and four legs that get her around very fast, usually to places she shouldn't be. At least she's potty trained. Mostly. There is an occasional accident on the rug mat in front of the sliding glass door to the backyard. She's still learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to you all, and I hope you get to read more interesting blogs than mine today. Best of luck to everyone in 2009!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-8489191092773429567?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/8489191092773429567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=8489191092773429567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/8489191092773429567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/8489191092773429567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2008/12/whats-up-wednesday-new-years-eve.html' title='What&apos;s Up Wednesday - New Years Eve'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-2098145615149324401</id><published>2008-12-30T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T07:15:16.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaser Tuesday - Mystic Taxi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/204/517135455_13f07d4fab.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 218px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/204/517135455_13f07d4fab.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The following is a short excerpt from my steampunk urban fantasy work in progress, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Mystic Taxi&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry parked Mystic at the curb. "Can you answer a question for me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't know until you ask." Wanda studied him, one eyebrow raised. "So ask."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you think I'm a… that I can…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That you're a Bringer?" She touched a metal collar around her neck, the center of it dotted with copper rivets. "The voices told me." Without waiting for him to respond, she pushed open the door and stepped out onto the sidewalk. "Damn. It's colder than a well-digger's ass out here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood from the cab and faced her. "Did you say voices?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nodded, but didn't look at him. "Comes with the job."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of being an exorcist?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yep. They're not literal voices because demons don't have mouths to talk with, but they can think. They think all the time. And I get their thoughts inside my head, which is why I wear this pretty necklace I got on." She touched the collar again. "It keeps 'em quiet until I'm ready to listen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanda Snow had to be the strangest woman Henry had ever met. And though she was tall, her face was that of a girl barely out of her teens. She couldn't have been more than twenty, and yet this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;child&lt;/span&gt; had almost snatched his soul right out of his body. Or half his soul. It would take a while to wrap his mind around that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I tried to capture the demon myself yesterday and it about singed my eyebrows off," Wanda said, smoothing her bangs over her forehead. "I couldn't cut its bond and that made it wrathy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's it possessing?" Henry asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The kitchen oven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That gave a whole new meaning to the phrase "burn in hell."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-2098145615149324401?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/2098145615149324401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=2098145615149324401' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/2098145615149324401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/2098145615149324401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2008/12/teaser-tuesday-mystic-taxi_30.html' title='Teaser Tuesday - Mystic Taxi'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-4514541261464375659</id><published>2008-12-29T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T07:55:11.656-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marketing Monday'/><title type='text'>Marketing Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cre8buzz.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/goals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://www.cre8buzz.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/goals.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a gloomy, gloomy day outside. It's raining. We had so much snow for several days, and now it rains. That seems so strange to me. Winter means snow, spring means rain, but that's not how it works in Oregon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The publishing industry is still in holiday mode with most companies closed until January 5. So there's nothing to report this week. Karin Tabke's First Line contest continues and the next announcement of finalists for the 3rd round won't happen for another week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've been thinking a lot about my goals for next year, and I'm hesitant. Will I fail to reach them? I'm trying to put myself in a mindset that it's okay to fail, but if I do that, then I'm giving&lt;br /&gt;myself permission to not meet my goals. But if I don't leave myself the option to fail, then I feel pressured and it stresses me out. Aargh! Maybe this whole goal-setting thing isn't for me. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are anyway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish Mystic Taxi by the end of January&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enter MT in the 2009 Amazon Breakthrough Novel Contest before February 8&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a multi-book contract for Knight's Curse (actually, that's my agent's goal, but it's one we share since we're in this together)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attend RMFW conference in Sept.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write and submit a novella for Silhouette Nocturne Bites&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Write the second book in my Knight series&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write 1000 words a day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Keep up with my blog by posting Monday thru Friday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Lose 25 pounds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Teach Kinsey to run and hike with me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  I think that's it. I can add to them whenever I want, right? The thousand words a day thing is a bit ambitious, but I'm really going to try. My days are filled with interruptions lately, so staying in the flow of a good writing session has been challenging. Now, while the puppy is sleeping, I'm going to attempt to add to the WIP. I'm coming up on a scene where Henry and his nephew are hunting ghosts to catch and use as an ingredient for a spell. It will be a fun one to write.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-4514541261464375659?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/4514541261464375659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=4514541261464375659' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/4514541261464375659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/4514541261464375659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2008/12/marketing-monday_29.html' title='Marketing Monday'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-4578403307602304461</id><published>2008-12-26T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T08:56:01.676-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freestyle Fridays'/><title type='text'>Freestyle Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://galleries.lycos.co.uk/d/15060-4/christmas-balls.jpg?g2_GALLERYSID=e012f0d33ccf49bf5fa50c0e45da834b"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 387px;" src="http://galleries.lycos.co.uk/d/15060-4/christmas-balls.jpg?g2_GALLERYSID=e012f0d33ccf49bf5fa50c0e45da834b" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis the day after Christmas, and all through the house, everyone's stirring, including the mouse. Well, we don't have any real mice, but the cats have some fuzzy ones that rattle, if that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays came and went very quickly this year. We had a pleasant afternoon at my mother-in-laws, where our puppy had a chance to play with her dachsunds. Kinsey isn't used to other dogs, so this was a good experience for her. Then my sister-in-law came over with her 3 lap dogs, so there was a total of 6 canines running through the house. The older dogs didn't appreciate being chased by a puppy, but Kinsey will chase anything that runs, and pounce on whatever doesn't. So there was growling and snapping, but thankfully no one got hurt. Kinsey loves her crate, and we have a portable one, so she simply retreated to her "den" whenever she felt uncomfortable. Barking scares her, and little lap dogs bark... a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to reach one of my daughters on the phone, and left a message for the other one, and also a message for my son when my call went directly to his voice mail. Sigh. I just hope they send me pictures of their Christmases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it's back to business. My new computer is all set up and raring to go (it's unbelievably awesome), which is good because I need to work on a logo and a menu. I also have to clean the litter boxes today, and there are 3, one for each cat. Then I get to go to a neighbor's house and check on her cat because she's out of town until Sunday. The cat always hides when I come over, so I never see her, but I know she's there because her litter box is usually overflowing. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a winter wonderland outside, and the sky is clear and swimming pool blue. I'll try to take Kinsey out for a walk today, but the leash training is a slow process. So far, she freaks whenever I put the leash on her, but she does a little better every day. I'm so glad she enjoys playing in the snow, which will make it easier to walk. You should see the thick pads on her feet! I've never seen anything like it on a dog. They look almost like little pink hooves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I write today? Most definitely. May not be much, but I always write a little of the WIP every day. I'm only a bit over halfway done, which is always the hardest part for me. But I'm still in love with the story, and Henry and Wanda are awesome characters to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all had a fun and loving holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-4578403307602304461?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/4578403307602304461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=4578403307602304461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/4578403307602304461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/4578403307602304461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2008/12/freestyle-friday_26.html' title='Freestyle Friday'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-7344122030283943241</id><published>2008-12-23T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T10:29:01.977-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mystic Taxi'/><title type='text'>Teaser Tuesday - Mystic Taxi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.localhistory.scit.wlv.ac.uk/Museum/Transport/Cars/TurnerSteamCar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 194px;" src="http://www.localhistory.scit.wlv.ac.uk/Museum/Transport/Cars/TurnerSteamCar.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I haven't posted since last Wednesday because not much is going on. Or I should say nothing much is going on in the publishing world since it's pretty much shut down for the holidays. Not everything is closed, but most things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica Faust of Bookends is giving her readers a special holiday gift by offering to critique random pitches posted to the comments section of her &lt;a href="http://bookendslitagency.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-gift-to-you.html"&gt;December 19th blog post&lt;/a&gt;. Unfortunately, a good number of posters don't know how to follow directions and they posted entire query letters or synopses. LOL! It amazes me that thse writers who care enough to read Jessica's daily informative posts are clueless what a pitch is. And twice her post specifically asks for a "one paragraph" pitch. People are posting up to five paragraphs or more! Simply amazing. What a way to impress an agent. I have to wonder what part of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one paragraph&lt;/span&gt; don't these people understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some good news last night when I learned I made the cut for the second round of &lt;a href="http://www.karintabke.com/blog/index.php"&gt;Karin Tabke's first line contest&lt;/a&gt;. Yippee! I'm now in the top sixty out of a hundred. So I got to post my third line. Karin is waiting until after the new year to post the results of the third round, and in that one only five entries will be cut instead of twenty. There are some great entries, and I was sad to see a few of my favorites not make it through. Sigh. I'm eager to see how far I get with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Mystic Taxi&lt;/span&gt;. If you'd like to follow along with the contest results, go &lt;a href="http://www.karintabke.com/blog/index.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Mystic Taxi, I have a teaser to post for Tuesday! The following is a brief excerpt from my steampunk urban fantasy novel in progress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mystic slammed the passenger side door a second time. Then locked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's with you, Mystic?" Henry grabbed the taxi's door handle and gave it yank. It didn't budge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think it likes me much," Wanda said as she leaned against a lamppost to watch. "It's not going to let me in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mystic is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt;, not an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;." He gave the cab's hood an affectionate pat. "You hurt her feelings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanda snorted. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feelin's&lt;/span&gt;? Who you tryin' to kid? That machine feels about as much as this here lamppost."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're wrong," Henry said. Mystic was afraid of Wanda, and he didn't blame her. The exorcist could easily pull Mystic's demon soul right out of the cab and send it straight to Hell. Mystic didn't belong there. She belonged with Henry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It ain't happenin', friend. We might as well take the tube." Wanda pushed away from the lamppost and started down the sidewalk, joining the other pedestrians who made up the afternoon rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Henry started to follow, both the taxi's front doors flew open. A few passersby stopped to give it a startled look, then quickly moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry grinned. "It looks like she changed her mind."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-7344122030283943241?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/7344122030283943241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=7344122030283943241' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/7344122030283943241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/7344122030283943241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2008/12/teaser-tuesday-mystic-taxi_23.html' title='Teaser Tuesday - Mystic Taxi'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920432050136375547.post-4041480658729608375</id><published>2008-12-17T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T07:55:23.980-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s up Wednesday'/><title type='text'>What's Up Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Man, is it ever cold. A storm blew in last weekend and hung around, then the temperature plummeted to the single digits. Gah! Taking a five week old puppy outside at 2 in the morning when it's 3 degrees outside is utter torture. But the little tyke is a trooper and gets her business done in seconds flat. I always watch to make sure her pee doesn't freeze before it's all the way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow is beautiful, though. There was an awesome sunrise this morning, but it's clouded up again and the wind is blowing. Since it hasn't started melting yet, the roads aren't covered with that grimy gray slush you usually see in a city with lots of traffic. Bend is serene, the lifestyle laid back, and no one here is ever in a hurry. When it's cold, things slow down even more. And because Central Oregon climate is so arrid, our skin tends to freeze-dry in the winter. My nose and lips are so dry I can hardly stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The puppy and I went out last night to buy Christmas cards at the Human Society thrift store. Quite a bargain. Now I have to address the things and get them in the mail so they'll at least arrive close to Christmas day. My heart's not in it, though. We didn't put up a tree, no decorations grace the mantel, no wreath hangs on the front door, and my kitchen doesn't smell like cinnamon and nutmeg. Not a big holiday person, and neither is my husband. I miss my kids and grandkids, and since I can't be with them, I prefer skipping the holiday altogether. Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today will be a busy day. I have client phone calls to return, critiques to do, a puppy to care for, words to add to the WIP, laundry to fold, and I absolutely must get my butt down to the computer store to drop off my old iMac. The big shiny new Mac G5 is waiting for me to get all my stuff transferred over, but I'm having trouble unplugging the old machine. Not technical trouble, mental trouble. I rely so heavily on my computers that detaching any cables or chords is like shutting off life support and I freak out. It's a phobic thing. I seem to be getting more and more of those these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I aren't exchanging gifts this year. We figure the puppy is gift enough. But what I'd really like for Christmas is an uninterrupted day of writing. No other obligations, no phone calls, no visits... That would be heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920432050136375547-4041480658729608375?l=karenduvall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/4041480658729608375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920432050136375547&amp;postID=4041480658729608375' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/4041480658729608375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920432050136375547/posts/default/4041480658729608375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenduvall.blogspot.com/2008/12/whats-up-wednesday.html' title='What&apos;s Up Wednesday'/><author><name>Karen Duvall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01839711547501582977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2dBEA47Ccg/SQkPJUJxFhI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_KR-BV0rOjA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
