This is my stack.

This is my stack on crack.

Watch a writer go insane

while Voices party in her brain.

I began *seriously* writing in 2007. Meaning, I started writing every day.

The above is 5 feet tall. Yes, the containers are full enough that I’m not sure how I’ll fit the loose stuff in them.

The scary thing? This is only the stuff I’ve written and haven’t typed up yet. I’ve cleared out all that I have typed up.

It seems I just keep adding to it.

Five feet tall. How many words is that?

From Rift (Wolven Tales/draft):

The vehicles parked in the drive and at the curb in front of my home made it clear who was waiting for us inside: Tee’s parents, mine, Billy and our pack leader.

“It be all right,” Tee said while parking the borrowed car. The words weren’t enough as the enormity of what I’d done – we’d done – finally struck home in my mind.
I’d disobeyed my parents for the first time. Had ignored their decision and the agreement they’d made with Billy on my behalf.

We were in so much trouble.

No one came out, though they all had to have heard the car pulling in. Tee opened the front door to lead the way inside. Fear seemed to grab hold of my throat, making it difficult to breathe as we paused in the living room and all six stared at us.

Our pack leader gave no one else the chance to speak first. “Explain.”

From Hunter’s Edge (After the Fall/draft):

“I’m a pretty, pretty unicorn prancing on my way. A pretty, pretty unicorn enjoying a new daaay!”

Trissk scrubbed both hands over his face as Mary finally ended the song she’d created for herself. He wished he’d chosen another name for the ship, instead of selecting one from Linzi’s fantasy creatures she’d described to him when they were both kits. “Very nice. Status report?”

“All’s quiet on the western front, general. Sir!” she reported. “So, Fuzzy, you excited? We’re almost there.”

“We’re still two and a half hours out, Mary. I’m going to take a short rest.” They’d made the trip in record time for a Carrier class ship; Trissk had gone without sleep for two days, too busy anticipating seeing Linzi again. In the flesh; not on recorded messages. That had been a mistake because he was now so tired, he was afraid of falling asleep the moment he set foot on the station.

“Yeah, you do that. I’ll wake you in two hours, and you can take a shower. Hate to tell you this, Boss, but that ‘fuzzy’ crack? Your fur’s in some saaaad shape,” Mary told him. Rolling his eyes, Trissk made a mental note to ask Linzi to check the AI’s code. She was beginning to rub his fur the wrong way.

“I’ll do that,” he replied.

“Good. You want to look your best for her, right? Right. Because you’re in looove with the girl. Hey, are you going to kiss her the second you can get a grip on her? Because if you’re going to, can I watch?”

“No!” Trissk called over a shoulder while leaving the command cabin. He grinned as the AI’s voice followed him.

“No? No, I can’t watch, or no, you’re not going to kiss her? Boss? Hey!”

Chuffing, the young Katarr entered his onboard quarters and fell face down on the bunk. His tail waved briefly before falling limp.

Dark Dawn (Moon Children/draft):

The truck was twenty yards away when the awareness of a Moon Child filled my senses. Turning, I wondered why Rance would be riding with a stranger while it began slowing to a halt. The sunlight sparked off the front windshield, preventing a view of the interior. Once it halted, all four doors opened and my world shattered.

“Hello, Chelsea. It’s time to come home,” Malachi told me with a nasty smile.

Shocked, it was only the sudden surge of terror that prodded me into motion. Spinning, I began running for town. If I could reach town, Rance would be there. He’d sworn he wouldn’t let them take me; not from him, nor from Will. I had to reach him.

The snow and panic worked in tandem against me. I went sprawling face down as a heavy body slammed into me; Caleb’s scent filled my lungs as he flung me over. Panting, he mashed his mouth to mine, counting on the craving to subdue me.

I wasn’t sure who was more surprised when it didn’t work; him or me. The craving, which I felt constantly around Rance, and had once felt constantly around them, failed to surface at Caleb’s taste or touch. I continued fighting, snapping my teeth closed on his tongue as he forced it into my mouth, tasting blood as he yelped in pain.
He was flung aside and I scrambled, trying to regain my feet so that I could run again. A fist struck the side of my head and I fell before I was half way up, dazed and blinking. Malachi bent, grabbing hold of me, then heaved me to his shoulder.

“She bit me!” Caleb cuffed my ear. “You bit me, you little bitch.”

“Enough. We need to get her into the truck before someone comes along,” Malachi ordered. Hearing the words, I went wild; striking out with both hands at Caleb as talons erupted from my fingers. I kicked out at the same time, back arching, hoping to force Malachi into dropping me.

Once in the truck, I’d be at their mercy – and they had none.

“Chelsea, don’t make me hurt you,” Malachi growled, pinning my legs to his chest by throwing an arm around them just above my knees.

“She needs to be punished,” Caleb snarled as I levered myself up, talons shredding the parka covering Malachi’s back. The last thing I saw was his fist speeding towards my face.

The question was asked (paraphrased) : “Do you, as a writer, want to get paid for your work, or earn royalties?”

As a writer, I want to get paid. One of my ideas to achieve that is by releasing sponsored, CC licensed versions of some of my stories. They can be downloaded and shared freely once so licensed.

These are four very short stories I’d like to release in such a way:

All were previously published in Bytes (a short & flash fiction collection title of mine that is no longer available for purchase).

I’ve set the goal amounts for each based on 5 cents per word. Sponsoring them allows an independent author to get paid for her work (and pay some med bills!), and makes them free to everyone from the moment the goal amount on each is reached. They will be released in DRM free PDF format, available for download on my site(s) and Smashwords. They will not be released in any other fashion (as either an unsponsored version or as part of a future collection that requires purchase).

A $5 (USD) donation will get you listed as a sponsor in the ebook you select.

Ex. “Precious Illusions has been brought to you by the generosity of the following: (list of sponsors’ names; can be linked to your website/blog)

This is my chosen CC license:

Attribution Non-Commercial No Derivatives

cc by-nc-nd

If interested in sponsoring one or more of them, here’s how:

I appreciate your time in reading this!

Excerpts:

Another Adventure | It Was Necessary | Stay with Me | Precious Illusions

As part of my ongoing efforts as an independent author and ‘educating’ newbies and/or readers about what sort of results come from being one, here is my round up for the first two months of 2010.

Historically for me, ebook sales tend to be low and slow until April through October, with June through September being my best sales months. Note: I’m lazy about promoting my titles except when something comes up that I could really use extra money to take care of.

(Note: I have medical bills to take care of, so 9 of February’s sales have been through my Payloadz store, via heavy whining on Twitter. All other sales have been through Amazon).

I’ve also changed prices on my ebooks downwards by around 25 to 76 cents on most titles. So instead of prices ranging from .99 to $5.25, they’re now .99 to $4.99.

Results for ‘Set Resurgence Free’: One $5 donation = 1 sponsor so far.

Web fiction ‘tips’: $14 (also in response to my whining – thanks to everyone who has bought or tipped! )

Downloads for the CC licensed, previously published version of Feral Intensity have now matched my total sales of that title. It took two years to hit 90 copies sold; it’s taken exactly 26 days to hit 90 copies downloaded (from here and Smashwords).

At this point in time, neither web fiction nor Resurgence donations have been miserable failures. I will continue reporting on both to see how they do. The Resurgence drive ends April 30, so 61 days more to go. (Note: I did put $10 of the webfic donations towards the goal for it, so actually have 2 sponsors so far.)

I’m an Operation Ebook Drop Author. Operation Ebook Drop is a group effort by a few hundred authors, started by Ed Patterson. Basically, we create and disperse 100% off coupons for our titles listed on Smashwords to active duty military who have ereaders.

From this, I had 8 downloads of my titles in January, and 15 for February.

Since adding my freebies to my blog here between the 2nd and 8th of February, Shades of Gray has had 20 DLs; Solo Mission 19 and Playing for Keeps 14. Over on Smashwords, since July 29, 2009: Shades of Gray has had 1755 DLs, Solo Mission 203 and Playing for Keeps 243.

And there you have it, folks. My total earnings for January to February have been $60.25 after distributor take or transaction fees, with a total of 189 copies going out.

Considering it could be zero, I’m going with ‘not bad’! :)

This is by no means a complete list of those I follow (or list), but if you’re on Twitter, they’re good people to know.

New (to me) People, each with their own brand of Awesome Sauce:

• kilconor
• MacabrePhotog
• Daniel4is
• fstop23
• omewan
• Bonkina
• shadowsinstone
• Nightwolfwriter
• weaponizer
• pafford
• mamakatslosinit
• luminary2000
• twae
• nick_hayden
• jolantru
• heidicautrell
• icpchad
• PaulaatAME
• SonjaFoust
• vashtan
• SlowburnDarkly
• tenaciousN
• zoetewey
• janoda
• mattsingley
• JustheLibrarian

I personally think everyone I follow, or list, is full of the awesome in some fashion.

Happy Follow Friday!