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Cover Reveal Day

Cover reveal day is an awesome event for any author. I’m glad that I get to be a part of the reveal of this goregous cover for Shannon Wendtland’s new novel, Heliodor.

 

 

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Blurb:

Malfric sees through the eyes of the dead – literally reliving their last moments as if they were his own. This ability is highly sought and highly priced, which is why the unscrupulous Captain Finch hires him to find the murderer of a nobleman and the whereabouts of a valuable artifact.

Quantex, the able-bodied first mate of Captain Finch, quickly becomes Malfric’s foil as he demonstrates uncommon intelligence during the investigation. Together the two uncover several clues that lead them to the killer, the artifact, and the frayed end of a mysterious plot that begins to unravel the moment Malfric takes it in hand and gives it a good yank.

Available March 22, 2016

 

Congrats, Shannon! It looks like  an awesome read!

 

 

 

Flash Fiction Contest

Hello, my lovelies! I know many of you write, whether to publish or just for fun right now. Why not get your feet wet with a Flash Fiction Contest, sponsored by Mocha Memoirs Press? It’s for Women in Horror Month, but it is open to all writers. Information on the contest and rules are below.

Hope to see your work soon!

Good luck!!

 

Women in horror month:

February Flash Fiction Contest

February is Women in Horror Month, and we here at Mocha Memoirs Press love our ladies of horror! In celebration of “Ghoul Power,” MMP is hosting a February Flash Fiction contest! Flash fiction is quickly becoming popular on the eBook scene. They’re super short pieces (usually less than 1000 words) that you can read on your phone, tablet, or eReader while you’re waiting your turn at the salon, stuck in traffic, or right before bed. So here’s how it works:

  1. Write a short horror story with a female POV character that’s 1000 words or less.
  2. Submit your story to mochamemoirs.marketing@gmail.com with WIH FLASH FICTION_Title_YourName in the subject line (Example: Re: WIH FLASH FICTION_BathtubOfDestiny_AlexandraChristian) by February 15, 2016. Please take note that all stories must be submitted as a Word document attachment!
  3. All stories will be posted on the Mocha Memoirs Press blog**:  http://mochamemoirspress.blogspot.com/  by Feb. 17th.
  4. Our panel of judges will choose the top ten finalists’ stories by Feb. 22nd. Voting will open on Feb. 23rd, allowing readers to vote for their favorite finalists.
  5. Grand Prize Winner: $20 Amazon Gift Card.
  6. All TOP TEN FINALISTS will have their stories featured in a promotional mini-anthology used to promote Mocha Memoirs Press.

Even though it is Women in Horror month, authors of all genders may submit. Just remember:  FEMALE PROTAGONISTS! So there, that’s not so complicated! Now, the submission window is narrow, so get to work on those stories!

** Please note that all standard MMP guidelines concerning content apply.  While this is horror, stories that feature explicit descriptions of rape, bestiality or abuse will not be accepted. Also stories that glorify violence, racism, or misogyny will not be accepted. Violence and sex are acceptable but make them integral to the plot. Remember, these stories are for Women in Horror Month and therefore we are all about empowering women!

About our “Ladies of Horror” Panelists…

Eden Royce: Eden Royce is descended from women who practiced root, a type of conjure magic in her native Charleston, South Carolina. She now lives in Kent, The Garden of England, and writes stories loosely based on her childhood. She has had over a dozen short stories published in various anthologies and her current release, Spook Lights: Southern Gothic Horror was on the Horror Writers’ Association’s recommended reading list for 2015. Eden is one of the writers for The 7 Magpies project, a first of its kind: a short horror film anthology written and directed entirely by black women.

 

She is also the horror submissions editor for Mocha Memoirs Press where she conceived and edited several anthologies, one of which is The Grotesquerie, twenty-one horror short stories written by women. She also writes a regular feature for Graveyard Shift Sisters, a site dedicated to purging the black female horror fan from the margins, where she interviews female authors and reviews their latest work.

 

In her dwindling free time, she is a proofreader, book reviewer, and ice cream connoisseur. Learn more about her at edenroyce.com.

Selah Janel: Selah Janel has been blessed with a giant imagination since she was little and convinced that fairies lived in the nearby state park or vampires hid in the abandoned barns outside of town. The many people around her that supported her love of reading and curiosity probably made it worse. Her e-books The Other Man, Holly and Ivy, and Mooner are published through Mocha Memoirs Press. Lost in the Shadows, a collection of short stories celebrating the edges of ideas and the spaces between genres was co-written with S.H. Roddey. Her work has also been included in The MacGuffin, The Realm Beyond, Stories for Children Magazine, The Big Bad: an Anthology of Evil, The Big Bad 2, The Grotesquerie, and Thunder on the Battlefield: Sorcery. Olde School is the first book in her series, The Kingdom City Chronicles, published through Seventh Star Press. She likes her music to rock, her vampires lethal, her fairies to play mind games, and her princesses to hold their own. Catch up with Selah at http://www.selahjanel.wordpress.com

S.H. Roddey:  South Carolina native S.H. Roddey has been writing for fun since she was a child and still enjoys building worlds across the speculative fiction spectrum filled with mystery and intrigue.  She brings to the literary world a unique blend of humor, emotion, and wild ideas filled with dark themes and strong characters. She is a voracious reader, wannabe chef, and video game addict with two full-time jobs: administrative professional and mom to a cat, teenager, and pair of precocious little girls. She also enjoys being married to her best friend and full-time muse and moonlighting as romance author Siobhan Kinkade. Visit her at http://www.shroddey.com.

Sumiko Saulson: Born to African-American and Russian-Jewish parents, she is a native Californian, and has spent most of her adult life in the Bay Area. She is a horror blogger and journalist, graphic novelist, horror, sci-fi and dark fantasy writer. Her works include “60 Black Women in Horror,”“Death’s Cafe: Ashes and Coffee,” “Solitude,” “Warmth”, “Happiness and Other Diseases,” “Somnalia,” “Insatiable,”  the Young Adult horror novella series “The Moon Cried Blood”, and the short story anthology “Things That Go Bump in My Head.” Visit her at http://www.SumikoSaulson.com

Christmas Reads!

I love reading Christmas stories. And writing them 🙂 Stay till the end, where I’ll hook you up to some great reads, a holiday blog hop and more!

 

Santa Cindy

Cindy ran down the steps of the museum, heels clattering on the slick stone. Damn that Ella, anyways. Promising her that this party would be different. The people gathering at a museum fundraiser had to have better manners than those other goons. These people wouldn’t stare, or whisper, or ask pointed questions.

Wrong. Wrong. And wrong again.

Did everyone know? Did they all feel as if her pain existed for their personal entertainment? Fingers shaking from cold and nerves, she searched her small clutch purse for her keys. Keyes to the monstrosity, as Ella called it.

The only good thing to come out of the whole mess, the brand new truck gleamed silver in the moonlight. Relieved, Cindy’s fingers found the keychain and pressed the button that would let her into the driver’s seat.

Gratefully, Cindy squashed her full length skirt into the cab of the truck. The red satin gown would be ruined but at this point she didn’t care too much about it. She turned the keys in the ignition, waited a few moments for the defroster to work its magic. As soon as the pale frost cleared from the windshield Cindy shoved the truck into gear and left.

She pushed buttons until she found a radio station that would lift her spirits. They were playing Christmas carols, and Cindy found herself humming along. “Who needs another Grinch? They’re all at the museum tonight!” she sing-songed to herself. A laugh escaped from her mouth before she could stop it. Damn it, she wanted to be in a foul mood.

One of her pearl earrings broke free from her ear, bounced on the skirt of her dress and fell to the floor. Her mothers’ earrings, one of the few things she had been able to keep from the witch. Scanning the empty road, Cindy took a breath then bent down to begin groping for the pearl.

The truck lost its grip on the road. Tires squealed, a woman screamed. A dull thud, then, blessedly, nothing.

“How’d she get here?” the soft voice tickled Cindy’s consciousness.

“I dunno. Thought you knew all authorized visitors.” This voice wasn’t as soft, and it brought Cindy fully awake.

“The only person I have on the schedule is the new… you know.” The soft voice became prissy.

Cindy moaned, tried to straighten from the steering wheel. Her arms strained, it was too much effort. “She’s hurt. We need to get her some medical attention.”

“Well, just as long as everyone knows it happened on your watch, not mine.”

Cindy’s eyes fluttered opened to see two small men, dressed in parka’s as long as they were tall, each reach to take hold of her arms. They’ll never get me out of here, she thought just before the blackness claimed her again.

The next time she awakened, she was in a large bed. King sized, at least. It dwarfed her, made her feel like a little girl crawling into her parents’ bed. Her fingers glided across a plush comforter, and there was a wonderful aroma coming from a bedside table. She turned to see what it was, and smiled at the cup of hot coco sitting on a warming plate. Gratefully, she took a sip from the mug and settled down to look at the room she was in.

Whoever owned this room was a big kid, she decided. An enormous doll house sat on a low wooden table, surrounded by plush teddy bears. Only one of them looked well loved, its fur worn off and its belly flat. The sight of it tugged on a memory, but she couldn’t quite place it.

“You’re awake,” one of the dwarves that had rescued her stood framed by the door. He had apparently opened a portion of the door made specifically for someone of his stature.

“Yes, thank you. And thank you for taking such good care of me,” Cindy sat the coco back on the table and smoothed the comforter around her.

“Do you know where you are?” She shook her head no. “You’re a wee bit north of where you meant to go. But I have a feeling that you are right where you need to be. Would you mind answering a few questions for me?”

Cindy felt her heart sink at the request. Here we go again, she thought. Though he had taken care of her, had made sure that she was warm and comfortable. Reluctantly, she nodded her permission.

“Do you believe in Santa?” The little man peered intently at her, his thick gray brows drawn close together in concentration.

Cindy thought about it. “I believe that there was a Saint Nicholas, who tended to children. And I believe in the magic of Christmas, of the possibility that there might be a Santa.”

The little man nodded, obviously pleased. “Then it’s settled. Good, I had a feeling that we were about to change with the times, so I had the room made special for you.”

“Special for me? Changing with the times?” Cindy shook her head, unsure if she was supposed to be able to follow his conversation.

“Yes, it was about time we had a woman Santa. Makes perfect sense, right?”

Oh great. He had lost his mind. Cindy watched as the little man walked to the drapes directly across from her bed. With several tugs, he was able to get the heavy material to part.

Cindy gasped. Walls made of ice encircled what had to be a courtyard. She could see the tops of trees, frosted with iced fruits hanging from their branches. Was she in a dream? Did she really care? “What ever you do, don’t wake me up.”

The short man smiled. An elf. He would be an elf if this really were the North Pole. “My name is Tobias, Santa Cindy, and it is my pleasure to serve you.”

“What about…” Cindy let her voice trail off. It wouldn’t be that easy to escape her past, to leave all the pain and anger and hurt.

“You’ve had a rough life, to be sure, darlin’. Santa Bobby followed it on the Chronometer. He saw the filthy woman who claimed to care for you.” The elf came to the edge of the bed and touched her hand lightly. “He saw, too, how you never let that affect your joy. How you faced the crowds with humor, never letting them see you cry.”

Cindy released a sigh. Her shoulders relaxed, finally rid of her burden. “Well, Tobias, if I wake up, I’ll just have to play Santa on a smaller scale.” What was the use of being the richest girl in all the world if you couldn’t have a little fun with your money?

There were a few on her list that she had perfect ideas for.

The gift of knowledge to the husbands of her step-sisters.

The gift of divorce papers for the sisters.

The gift of a perpetual calendar for step-mummy. So she would know exactly how long she was incarcerated for.

 

A new magic wand for a certain fairy godmother named Ella.

And some breath mints for that prince, along with a map to the other princesses. Perhaps he’d have better luck with Sleeping Beauty or Snow White.

Cindy clapped her hands together happily. “Oh, it’s going to be a wonderful Christmas this year!”

 

I hope you enjoyed the story of the first woman Santa. Want some more great reads? Mocha Memoirs Press has some great ones out right now! The little froggie will bring you to the Season’s Reading Blog Hop, and there’s a contest link below, too!

a Rafflecopter giveaway

I’ll be back a little later in the week with some great holiday reads from MMP!

 

© 2015 Wynelda Ann Deaver, All Rights Reserved.

Cost of E-Submissions

There used to be an elegance to submitting a story or essay or novel. You printed it out, had your minister of choice bless the manuscript, placed it along with a carefully worded cover letter and/or bribe, and mailed it out to your editor of choice.

Currently everything that I have published I submitted electronincally.

There was a time when I mailed things out. Of course I did. The closest I came with mail in submissions was an honourable mention in the Writer’s Digest Contest.

There’s actually a lot right with email and site submissions. As a writer, you get to get your work into the editor’s hands quicker and with a lot less postage. There’s a great feeling when you hit the send / submit button.

But.

But.

For me at least, there’s 2 immediate consequences. The reason why I am adamant about getting copy back from my beta readers is because I no longer print out my manuscripts. My stories reside in my computer, and it’s not very often that I print them out. Yet I know that I find more typos and problems with a hard copy format than on a computer screen. I think I’m going to print out my last story, see if I can see the bigger picture…..

Then there’s the other thing. Living with the internet has made us greedy for information. Or answers. Or something. I just submitted a short story to F&SF, and even though I’m number 513 in the que, I keep checking! Why? There are 512 people ahead of me and the poor editor is probably asleep right now!!!  (Although obviously not because I’ve gone down to 503—- 10 down and 502 to go!)

Yah, see. I’ll be tracking the submission for a good long time. If I have emailed out the story, I keep checking and checking for a response. Even when it’s only been an hour since I sent it.

Then I check my spam folder.

I think I’m going to have to reign myself in. Take a deep breath and move on. Because, well….

I’ll hear when I hear.

Until then, It’s time to write!

Except for you, my lovelies! Did you know that Mocha Memoirs Press, LLC has an open call for submissions! You can find the submission guidelines here  And yes! It is electronic submissions! Wheee!

Writing + Life

Hello my lovelies! How have you been?

I’ve been doing lots of fun stuff!

As you know, I started my author Facebook Page, which you can check out here or search for Wynelda Ann Deaver. It’s fun! But it’s also kind of weird. We are running a contest, if you Like the page, Like the contest Post, Share and leave a comment, you’ll be entered to win a $25 Gift Card (Barnes and Nobles, Amazon, Starbucks, ETC). That is being run here , but you need to like the page anyways! We’ll give away the card at 100 Likes.

Oh hey. I keep saying WE a lot up there, don’t I? Yes, they lovely and talented Leyla is helping me. In addition to having a sharp mind and being an evil thinker like I, she is also my niece. It’s so totally great being able to bounce ideas off of someone who A) knows where I’m going and B) also knows when to reel me in.

Last week, I was also introduced to Nicole Blackwell. She has a great magazine coming up, called City Express, all about highlighting the positive in the area. I’m writing a couple of essays for it, the first one is done and over there. It’s not currently for pay but it does fall into my Greater Good folder.

What’s a Greater Good Folder? It’s things that I write because I believe in the cause. Because I believe enough in the cause to donate my time and or talents. That doesn’t happen often, and believe me I’d really prefer to be paid. But I’m getting something more than just a published clip out of it too.

Broken my lovely paranormal urban fantasy that I LOVE SO MUCH got a rejection last week too. But they also gave me lots of direction on where to go, and I think my lovely writing buddy **waves at Rie** might just help me out. The story isn’t broken, hehe, just bent.

And now finally! We’re running a Facebook Launch Party for Avast, Ye Airships! I’ve never done one before, and I kind of ***ahem*** threw Rie under the bus on this one (sheesh! And she’s such a good friend! I need to be much nicer!) yet again. Of course, I am helping out! Really! I am! You can ask her! It runs on February 28th, from 7pm Eastern to 11pm! You need to drop by, it’ll be loads of fun!

So a little bit of bad, but a whole lot of good going on. Trying to keep the bright, sparkly day’s going. And be a good mom.

I’ll have more soon, my lovelies!

Guest Post: Amy Braun and Juggling the Writing Life

Hello, My Lovelies! I want to introduce you to one of my fellow pirates, the lovely Amy Braun!  She’s on twitter @amybraunauthor or you can find her blog here. Avast, Ye Airships! will be out on February 26, and you can find lots more information on it here.

Thank you for having me guest post, Wynelda! You asked me to offer my thoughts about juggling writing and life, which I thankfully know how to manage.

The Internet is the best tool for writing advice. You can find tips on how to create a story, draw inspiration, technical and publishing techniques, any and everything you might need. But there’s one piece of advice that I always see, and hold higher than all the others.

Write as much as you can.

Now, I’m not married and have no children, but I do have a full time job that takes up my entire day. So with every second of spare time I have, I write. It’s become a habit, something I’ve integrated into my life so completely that not writing will actually make me uncomfortable. When I have my breaks or have run out of things to do at work, I type on my phone (not the handiest tool, but it’s less conspicuous than my laptop). It doesn’t matter if I don’t use what I end up writing. The idea is to do it. Make it part of your routine, and you’ll see that you can’t stop thinking about it. You want to complete your tasks quick and efficiently to get back to your words.

I also started setting goals for myself. My weekend falls on Mondays and Tuesdays, which I use to get massive amounts of work done. On a good day, I can edit through an entire story or write around 10,000 words.

The best advice I can give is to simply make writing part of your life. Not as a job, but as something you can use to unwind and release your creativity. I find that no matter how stressful my day is, if I start writing, I feel better. The words come out and if I get writers block, I move onto something else. I never, ever, ever stop writing. These days, it’s not so much a habit as it is an integral part of my life. And I wouldn’t want it any other way.

Avast! Ye Airships!

Coming February 26, 2015  the anthology that I love love love! Avast, Ye Airships!, Edited by Rie Sheridan Rose.

AvastYeAirships

I love even more that I actually did make it in!

Why the vote of no confidence in myself?

Steampunk is a genre that I came to a few years ago. Rie, actually, is the one who suggested Gail Carringer to me, and it was love at first read. But it’s not especially in my wheelhouse, writing wise. I’ve never attempted anything other than traditional fantasy or paranormal/urban fantasy. And on the last, I just finished the first complete manuscript.

So. We have a sub-genre that I love, but am wholly intimidated by. How does a poor writer deal with that?

Wellll………….

One of the things I have been really wanting to do was a tribute to The Secret Garden by Frances Hogson Burnett. Not a straight retelling, but more of a nod to a story that meant so much to me growing up. Since receiving my first copy (coughcough) years ago, I have never been without it. It speaks to me.

I know you’re going to love it!

And that cover! Swoon!

I will try to get my fellow pirates to come over and play with us, too!

Say it with me now… “Ahoy, ye mateys!”

Argh! I couldn’t resist *big grin*

Talk to you soon, my lovelies!