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8 Sentence Sunday on Dieselpunks #4

dieselpunkssquarelogoWhile Sinéad’s part of story starts off with the story itself, right away, Michael and Blood’s part of story is more of a gradual easing into their lives and the way they live, the way they feel, the way they perceive the world around them.

This snippet is from chapter 3, where we meet other people in the two men’s life. I enjoyed writing this chapter because, while in chapter one they appear more like the kind of the hero, here they appear in their everyday life, which gave me room to portray different aspects of their personalities.

Hope you enjoy it.

“So the job was gone,” Susie said without raising her gaze from the food she was preparing.

Blood sighed, dropped his gaze one moment, bear-hugged her from behind and rocked her. She let him do it, never raising her head or pausing in her work, and Michael could read her mind on her face: if they had the job, that would be the first thing Blood would tell her.

“Don’t worry, babe. We’ll find one.” Blood rested his chin on her shoulder.

She didn’t look up, she didn’t stop chopping away. “I’m not worried. I was just thinking.” She gathered the vegetables on the blade of the chopper and dropped them in the pan, unsettling the oil to a hard fry.

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Did you enjoy my snippet?

If you didn’t, I’m sorry (shed one tear), I’ll try better next time, so don’t give up on me.

If you did, here’s a few things you might want to do.

  1. If you are a dieselpunk or steampunk writer, you might want to join the 8 Sentence Sunday on Dieselpunks ‘challenge’.  Head over to Dieselpunks, sigh up and look for the 8 Sentence Sunday on Dieselpunks thread. And join the fun!
  2. If you are a dieselpunk or steampunk writer and you have a blog, you might want to post eight sentence from your work on Sunday and share it. Make sure to leave a link in the comment box below and I’ll be sure to visit.
  3. If you are a historical writer and you have a story or more sent in the Twenties too, you might want to post eight sentence from your work on Sunday and share it. Make sure to leave a link in the comment box below and I’ll be sure to visit.
  4. If you are a dieselpunk or steampunk writer, or if you are a historical writer writing in a Twenties setting or if you are just a reader, by all means leave a comment below. I’ll never oppose to that.

 

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Winter in the Blood

I first heard about the film from Winter in the Blood late in 2011, when I first read the book. At the time, it was still been filmed.

Because I liked the book so much and because the little snippets from the film seemed so promising, I kept an eye out for the film. I never heard anything, but in 2013, while trying to retrieve the film official site for a friend, I found the first trailer. So my hopes soared that the film was indeed coming out.
But still no news.

At the beginning of this year, I came back to the site, found this fantastic trailer and learned that the film was selected for quite a few film festivals. But still I can’t find any trace of it anywhere.

This is really a mysterious movie. And still I can’t wait to see it, so if anyone has any news, please…

Thursday Quotable – Winter in the Blood

The old woman imagined that the girl was Cree and enemy and plotted ways to slit her throat. One day, the flint striker would do; another day she favored the paring knife she kept hidden in her legging. Day after day, these two sat across each other until the pile of movie magazines spread halfway across the room and the paring knife grew heavy in the old lady’s eyes.

James Welch – Winter in the Blood

quotation-marks4The two main characters of my story are Native Americans (Lakota Ogalala). This prompted me to read novels from Native writers and is how I discovered so many wonderful storytellers.

Winter in the Blood was the first Native novel I read and is still one of my favourit. James Welch (Blackfeet/Gros Ventre) writes with a powerful voice. When he describes people and places, you can always see beyond his words. There is a whole universe of symbols and meaning inside every one of his characters, every one of their choices, every one of their gestures. There are stories inside his stories, if you want to see them.

That’s why I like his work so much.

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Did you like this quote? Here’s a few things you might want to do.

  1. Head over to Bookshelf Fantasies, who sponsors the Thursday Quotables, and join in the fun.
  2. Post a quote on your blog and make sure to leave a link in the comment box below. I’ll be sure to visit and comment.
  3. Maybe you’ve read this author too and would love to share your opinion. By all means do it in the comment box below. I’ll never object.

 

 

And the Clock Ticks, and the Night Falls

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Another of my treasuries for my Etsy Shop. I love doing collections of stempunk stuff.

8 Sentence Sunday on Dieselpunks #3

dieselpunkssquarelogoThird snippet from my WIP Ghostly Smell Around for the 8 Sentence Sunday on Dieselpunks.

From chapter 2, Sinéad’s thread takes a different route than Blood and Michael’s thread and for a while they will run parallel to each other.
Sinèad is dealing with having to build a new life for herself after a traumatic event.

 Bridgeport blurred beyond her tears.
I’m not going back.
The platform started to vibrate, then to shake. A growl came from afar, a whistle then a roar. It entered her bones and shook her hard, as if trying to shake something off her. When she turned, she saw the train approaching and in the dim light of the platform, she could read the destination over the driver’s window.
It was heading north.
I’m taking it.

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Did you enjoy my snippet?

If you didn’t, I’m sorry (shed one tear), I’ll try better next time, so don’t give up on me.

If you did, here’s a few things you might want to do.

  1. If you are a dieselpunk or steampunk writer, you might want to join the 8 Sentence Sunday on Dieselpunks ‘challenge’.  Head over to Dieselpunks, sigh up and look for the 8 Sentence Sunday on Dieselpunks thread. And join the fun!
  2. If you are a dieselpunk or steampunk writer and you have a blog, you might want to post eight sentence from your work on Sunday and share it. Make sure to leave a link in the comment box below and I’ll be sure to visit.
  3. If you are a historical writer and you have a story or more sent in the Twenties too, you might want to post eight sentence from your work on Sunday and share it. Make sure to leave a link in the comment box below and I’ll be sure to visit.
  4. If you are a dieselpunk or steampunk writer, or if you are a historical writer writing in a Twenties setting or if you are just a reader, by all means leave a comment below. I’ll never oppose to that.

 

The Hot Dry Spell

One morsel review: Fantastic setting – a speakeasy where fae and werewolves meet and fight in the underworld of Chicago – if with characters that lack just that extra spank to really shine.

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The Hot Dry Spell

A short urban fantasy noir

Rae Lori
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Genre: dieselpunk
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A dieselpunk short story set in Chicago in the Twenties. Fae and werewolves battle each other for the domination of the land and their own survival.
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I was so excited about this idea: a Prohibition Era speakeasy peopled by Fae in a city – Chicago – where supernatural being secretly wedge war to each other. A city where historical rivalry between gangs intermingles with a mythical war between supernatural creatures – Fae and Werewolves. The idea really caught my imagination.

So I’m very sorry that the actual story didn’t engage me as much as it could have.

To me, it was quite clear the world fascinated the author – and there’s nothing wrong with this. She took a very long time building it, getting into much details about what the Fae do, what the Werewolves do, what is the connection between them and how the feud works. Why they are fighting each other, how they relate to mortals, ingluding gangsters. She even went as far as to designed a rough map of Fae kingdoms in America. It was a very big work for a short story, and this may be why I expected more out of it.

The story actually turned out to be very simple and linear. We get to know the characters, we get to understand the mechanics of this world, there is a fight. End. The plot is very basic and to be honest, I’m not even sure I would call this a plot, since there is hardly any complication. To me, it sounded more the intro to a story, than a story in its own right. We get the situation coming from the worldbuilding but then we don’t really get a complication. We get action, yes, but it’s something illustrating that situation, not something that touches the characters. The characters just seem to follow the events, not to create them and this created a kind of disconnected between them and me that didn’t allow me to fully enjoy the story.

Really a pity, because there is a lot which was interesting, here: the mix of myth and history, at least one very nice scene idea (Rose seeing what’s happening to Gary while she dances), and interesting fantasy conflict.
But the good news is that I hear from the author she is indeed very much involved in this world and she is working to more stories set in it. I expect something interesting coming our way.

8 Sentence Sunday on Dieselpunks #2

dieselpunkssquarelogoSecond snippet from my WIP Ghostly Smell Around for the 8 Sentence Sunday on Dieselpunks.

There are two main threads intertwining all though the novel, one focusing on Blood and Michael and one focusing on Sinéad. My last week’s snippet was from chapter 1, Blood and Michael’s section, so it’s only fair that this week I’ll post a snippet from chapter 1 from Sinéad’s section.

It isn’t mentioned, but the tall man in the passage is Michael. This is how my main characters met.

The banging at the stockroom door covered all the other noises, including the tall man coming closer. It was his presence that she sensed. She spun around, the mouth of the rifle just inches from his chest.

He stopped, his hands opened for her to see, his face expressionless, but his eyes hard and unwavering.

She wished her hand, her arms, her body, her heart would stop shaking.

He moved one hand over the rifle. Slowly.

“Why don’t you put this down?” he said with the calmest of voices.

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Did you enjoy my snippet?

If you didn’t, I’m sorry (shed one tear), I’ll try better next time, so don’t give up on me.

If you did, here’s a few things you might want to do.

  1. If you are a dieselpunk or steampunk writer, you might want to join the 8 Sentence Sunday on Dieselpunks ‘challenge’.  Head over to Dieselpunks, sigh up and look for the 8 Sentence Sunday on Dieselpunks thread. And join the fun!
  2. If you are a dieselpunk or steampunk writer and you have a blog, you might want to post eight sentence from your work on Sunday and share it. Make sure to leave a link in the comment box below and I’ll be sure to visit.
  3. If you are a historical writer and you have a story or more sent in the Twenties too, you might want to post eight sentence from your work on Sunday and share it. Make sure to leave a link in the comment box below and I’ll be sure to visit.
  4. If you are a dieselpunk or steampunk writer, or if you are a historical writer writing in a Twenties setting or if you are just a reader, by all means leave a comment below. I’ll never oppose to that.

 

 

Anger

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You can’t sustain [anger].  You become bitter.  Nothing’s going to change.  Anger leads to resentment, then to spiking your orange juice, then to martyrdom.

– Sherman Alexie

8 Sentence Sunday on Dieselpunks #1

dieselpunkssquarelogoHere it is. My first snippet for the 8 Sentence Sunday on Dieselpunks. I’m so exited!
The first time I heard about this idea I thought, hey, how can anyone make sense out of just eight sentences?
Well, if the eight sentences are well chosen, they can make a lot of sense. I was very surprise to discover this. A very pleasant surprise. I hope my choice will make sense to you and you’ll enjoy it.

I’ll be posting snippets from the WIP Ghostly Smell Around. I’m currently working on a polishing up revision. Not quite there, yet, but getting very close to a stage where the novel will actually be readable.

There are two main threads running all though the novel, one centering on Blood and Michael and one centering on Sinéad.
This snippet is from chapter 1, Blood and Michael’s section.

Hope you’ll enjoy it.

Michael was finally near enough to grab Blood’s arm and pull, forcing him to stop and force whirl to him. “Now what was that?”

They were both panting for the run, Michael’s ears buzzed too. Blood turned to one of the alleys, listening, when instead Michael smelled people looking at them from curtained windows.

The faster they left, the better. He pulled at Blood, who didn’t try to disengage but looked at him and said, “It’s very near, now.”

Michael tightened then loosened his grip, narrowed his eyes. “What is very near?”

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8 Sentence Sunday on Dieselpunks is an idea sponsored by the Dieselpunks website.

If you’re a dieselpunk or steampunk writer, you may want to join. Or also if you write fiction of any genre set in the Twenties, like my story, and you’d like to exchange snippets, just leave a comment in here with a link. I’ll be happy to return the visit and read your snippet.

 

8 Sentence Sunday on Dieselpunks

dieselpunkssquarelogo8 Sentence Sunday on Dieselpunks is an idea sponsored by the Dieselpunks website.
This is what it is all about: dieselpunks and steampunk writers can post an eight-sentence-long snippet on the dedicated forum on Dieselpunks. Only eight sentences or less, from your work in progress or published story. The snippet goes up on Sunday morning.
People can read it, and comment on it, and offer opinions and generally try to help each other to become better storytellers.

I love the cooperative feel of this idea and really hope it will work out. I’ll certainly do my best, starting next Sunday.

I’ll be posting my snippet in here too.

If you’re a dieselpunk or steampunk writer, you may want to join. Or also if you write fiction of any genre set in the Twenties, like my story, and you’d like to exchange snippets, just leave a comment in here with a link. I’ll be happy to return the visit and read your snippet.

So… I hope to see you on Sunday.

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