FALLING, ADALTA VOL III, CHAPTER ONE

Now that Hunter, Adalta II is alive and on Amazon, I finally have time to go back to work on Falling, book three. I started by going back through what I had written. It is nice when you actually like what you’ve done. 

As I promised, here is the first chapter of Falling. Please keep in mind this is a work in progress, and if you find a typo or spelling mistake, or I’ve written something like—Daryl is standing at the table, then all of a sudden he gets up—oops, he was already standing, or Cedar is drinking a glass of wine, but now she has a coffee cup in her hand—please make a comment so I can fix it. Right now I’m concentrating on getting the story down on “paper” and ready to publish next June.

I know that seems like a long time, and I wish I could write faster. My goal is to finish the draft in January, because, honestly, what really takes time and is sooo frustrating is the work that has to be done to get it edited, proofed, and published. The writing is the fun part. 

In the meantime, here is Chapter One. I hope you like it. I’d love to hear your comments.

CHAPTER ONE


Chapter One 

Cedar Evan’s ears popped. The quarantine pod shuddered. The watering can fell off the bench. She lost her balance and smacked into a seedling table. The light over the containment hatch blinked red—on-off on-off on-off––again. Shit.

Cedar moved to the control panel. Oxygen levels were down but climbing. Pressure was down, but climbing. Her stomach was down but climbing. And climbing. Climbing a rope in her throat on its way to panic.

Yet another glitch. One or two or more––they increased every week now on Alal Trade Consortium’s five-hundred-year-old spaceship.

The light switched to steady green. Her stomach slid back down the rope, and the sigh she didn’t know she was holding burst like juice from an over-ripe orange.

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Chapter One of Hunter, Adalta Vol. II

Hunter will be published next week for Advanced Review. If you'd like a copy, send me your physical address and I'll mail you one as soon as I get the copies. I'm working on Falling, Adalta Vol. III to publish next year. 

Here is the first chapter of Hunter, and in two weeks I'll post the first chapter of Falling, or rather, the working copy of the first chapter. 

In the meantime, while you'r waiting for your copy, Karda is available on B&N and Amazon for print, and Kindle, Kobo, Nook, Ibooks and Google Play for ebooks. Fun reading for these dogs days of summer before the world comes back from vacation in September.

Chapter One. 

Tessa Me'Cowyn paced from her window to her bed to the door. She pressed her ear to the varnished oak. She could hear clashes of metal on metal, shouts, screams, running feet echoing up to the corridor, growing closer, louder, ever more threatening.

Or was this finally rescue?

After weeks as a hostage in Readen’s keep, the elegance of the furnishings, the thick rug, the private bathing room didn't make Tessa feel any less trapped.

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The Long Lazy Summer That Isn't

My copies of Karda Adalta Vol I came for me to send to advance readers. And my grandsons came, to bicker. to eat endlessly, to strew very large shoes in my path, and to watch videos on their phones. 

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Actually, they’ve had a great time. Visits with other cousins, swimming, movies, a rafting trip with my daughter, Jeri, on the Illinois River on the edge of the Ozarks. Lots and lots of Coneys and pizza and hamburgers and fries and bickering. 

My car is pretty small—a convertible with a tiny back seat—and two of the boys are six feet and over and the other is not far behind. All of them have giant feet. If I live through this visit, next time I’m renting a real car so there will be room for their feet. They did enjoy the one day we could have the top down, hands in the air, yelling, laughing, except for the one who was embarrassed by his little brother and his older cousin. After that, they decided it was too hot.

So between driving the three of them around––everytime going through the “I call shotgun” “No, it’s my turn.” “No, I can’t fit back there” and so on and so on––trying to keep them fed, and attempting to convince them that chores were not cruel and unusual punishment, I worked.

I sent out my newsletter, worked on the list of people who wanted review copies––let me know if you want one. The edits to Hunter Adalta Vol II got done, and I rewrote the last three chapters. I managed to get Karda up on Amazon (that’s still not finished), got envelopes to mail the books––I didn’t get enough––addressed them, and as soon as my cards and things come from Vistaprint I can sign and mail them

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 I also went over edits to Chapter One of Falling, book three, and tried to work on Chapter Four. But I gave that up.

Before they came, I was reading Circe, the fantastic book by Madeline Miller, about the woman who turned Odysseus’ men into pigs when he was on his interminable way home to Penelope. Miller is a consummate wordsmith, no wonder the book hit #1 on the NYT bestseller list. If I could work words like she does—oh my, I wish I could. I’ll be glad when things get back to normal here, and I can get back to her book. Writers need to read writers, and she is one of the best.

But for now, Karda is available on Amazon, although there are still some issues to work out with them, and the official launch is not till July 28. 

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The writing life is exhausting. This is not a long, lazy, summer. But the boys got the GIANT BLACK WIDOW SPIDER out of the grill on the back porch, and I knocked off the GIANT WASP’S NEST which was empty and about an inch in diameter. Then they grilled hamburgers. It was quite the adventure.

Is it September yet?

Here’s Chapter 14 of Karda and a brief note about—well, stuff

This is the last chapter I will post. I am frantically working on getting the books up and running for publication next month.

It’s spring here, finally, and I’ve been working outside, planting all my pots with begonias, geraniums, petunias, sweet potato vine—did you know there are black sweet potato vines? 

My one small pot of herbs is doing great already. The sage plant is getting old and woody. The pot is slowly crumbling—I dare not move it. It's been in the same place on the porch there are violets growing out from under where it sits on the concrete. So next year I may have to plant a new sage. The chives, the thyme, the oregano I can repot, but the sage—not so much. Yesterday it was 95 degrees outside, and I had the top down on my car with the AC running. Today is cooler, but yes, summer heat approaches. We’ve had about three days of spring. It would be nice if summer could be cool, too. But—it’s Oklahoma. Probably not much chance of that. 

Enjoy this chapter and look for Karda and  Hunter—Vol II soon.

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Here’s Chapter 14. Enjoy

Chapter 14

"Readen has assured me that there are no groups of marauders sheltering inside our borders." Roland looked to Readen. "Tell Altan what you found when you took the Mounted Patrol out there." He looked back at Altan. "He spent two tendays in the most deplorable conditions." His steward entered the room and stood behind him with a handful of papers. Roland flapped his hand at Readen in a come-on-tell-all motion and started going through the papers, carrying on a sotto-voce conversation with the steward.

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Chapter 13 of Karda: Adalta Vol. I

Marta breathed in the brisk upper air of the foothills as Sidhari circled up the rising thermal. She'd fought to be the Mi'hiru for this expedition. Altan was taking Guardian Stefan's place in the annual trade talks with Restal, and Marta knew her assessment of the politics between the two quadrants, as well as the outcome, would be information Kayne would relish. Restal and Toldar were both her territory.

But it was difficult to keep her mental barriers up when she and Altan were together so often. She was still getting used to hearing Sidhari in her head. Altan's voice brought on vicious headaches—and the occasional doubt about her sanity.

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How I Write What I Write

For the past several weeks I have been editing both Karda and Hunter, books one and two of the Adalta Series. I don’t plot before I start writing, but in this editing process, I’ve realized the problems that causes me. Extraneous plot elements that don’t go anywhere—just kind of leave annoying hang-in-the-air spots—so my story starts looking a little like my car did when I parked it under a tree full of birds. Well, maybe not that bad. But when I have to figure out what to do with them —those stray ideas, it seems like it is.

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Chapter 12 Karda: Adalta Vol. I

~His name is Baltu,~ said Sidhari. Her head hung over Marta's as she and Altan groomed the little male. Marta handed Altan a soft cloth and the green bottle of the oil she used on wing feathers. She scratched Baltu's head to keep him calm. Altan worked, crooning softly to the little Karda. They ran loose in the mews when they weren't being fed or groomed. Baltu followed Altan everywhere he went, his cries piteous and his immature wings beating futilely whenever Altan flew off on Kibrath. Despite herself, she had to admit Altan was good at soothing the skittish baby.

Marta scratched the downy feathers under the fledgling's neck, irritated that Altan was so close to them. He was there with her every moment he could spare. She couldn't complain that he was interfering. He knew what he was doing. It was just so--irritating. Her fingers tangled with Altan's as they both reached to scratch the same soft spot under Baltu's beak.

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