Launch Party for The Dry Lands!

Pageflex Persona [document: PRS0000038_00071]The party starts on MONDAY, so be sure and come back so you can play! Winners will receive a free signed print copy of The Dry Lands once it is released in paperback! I’ll have games up on the blog and will be sharing them on my media outlets.

Rules are simple:

Games will be played on the blog – so you can participate by leaving comments here, or on Facebook and Twitter with the hashtag #HutchnAris – don’t forget that hashtag!

The more people, the better, so share the event with your friends and make sure you tell THEM to use the hashtag #HutchnAris too!

Release day is on Tuesday, so I hope you’re ready! Hutch and A’ris are so excited to meet y’all. *wink, wink*

Some secrets are worth keeping, and others are worth dying for.

On the desolate planet of Ernoth, a runaway princess and a mysterious traveler become an unlikely pair when the two cross paths in the unforgiving Dry Lands. As an underground movement struggles to overthrow the Dark King, a long-feared prophecy flirts with destiny, an act that could unleash answers to some of the planet’s most dangerous secrets. Together, the fiery red-head, A’ris Brynx and the rugged Krane Hutch, must do one thing – survive.

– The Dry Lands, a Hutch and A’ris novel – February 4th, 2014

Surviving the final proofing stage…

I’m married with two kids, three dogs and a cat. My house is never quiet or clean for more than five minutes. Schedules are hard to make and even harder to keep. Writing is something I do when time permits or when my children manage to stop fighting long enough to sit down and watch a movie. I’m used to fitting my work time around my crazy life, but when it comes down to doing the last proof of a book just before release, crazy takes on a whole new meaning.

The Dry Lands has met with the editor and three beta readers. And now it is back with me to finalize the version that will be released to the world. It’s inevitable that there will be something I will want to fix five minutes after hitting ‘publish’ on Amazon, but I’m doing my best to ensure my readers get a top quality book, yet the universe must align a bit neater than usual for this to happen by February 4th.

Monday has arrived. After waking up early to shower, I’ll feed my kids and homeschool them till lunch. There will be many times throughout the morning when I will put the puppy in check and demand she remove my shoelaces from her mouth. I’ll step on at least three of my son’s Matchbox cars, using long-forgotten muscles in my body to defy gravity (isn’t it amazing how such a little thing can bring you down?!). Surely my daughter will leave a pencil on the couch for one of us to sit on. Because this seems to happen weekly.

For everything I will be doing tomorrow – all before noon – there will be a constantly playing loop in my head of conversations between Hutch and A’ris, and the King and Kern. I’ll see images of Ernoth in the peanut butter and jelly spread at lunch. I’ll freeze at some point and ponder the plot twists and action scenes and wonder if they are good enough and my kids will wonder if I’ve had a seizure as I stare off into space.

Then Quite Time will arrive. The children will be fed, happy and ready to lounge in front of the TV for a bit while I go back to reading the last half of The Dry Lands. By the time dinner needs to be made, I’ll be close to freaking out because I won’t know if I’m spelling the word ‘the’ correctly. This happens every time I get to the end. My writer friends know what I mean.

Tuesday will be a repeat of Monday, with one exception – I’ll be finishing the book. So I can enter a place called ‘Formatting Hell’ by Wednesday. If you’ve never been there before, I suggest SPF 100 and a full bottle of your favorite wine, a healthy supply of chocolate and an empty house. Your mouth might let out more expletives than actual breaths of air, so having children around is just not advisable. I’ve done this before though, so I’ve got this. But I’m not promising I won’t lose my cool and give my computer a good lashing before the week is up.

The final proof is like a delicate flower garden. It must be tended, watered, weeded, and given the kind of attention that parents give newborns. Without this love and care, the final proof will not be the best possible version of the story it can be. I’ve my latex-free gardening gloves on, my sunhat and sunscreen. There’s a giant watering can at my feet and I plan on tending these flowers till the garden is a perfectly glorious mess. And then – I’ll share the bounty with you all.

If you don’t see much of me this week, you know what I’m doing. And I do hope that you are just as excited for release day as I am! Now. Back to work, I go.

Happy Week, Everyone!

Need to rock out?


This won’t leave my head, thanks to Russell Blake.

It’s all his fault for calling my Kaylee puppy a ‘Heartbreaker’. *wink, wink*

To be honest…he’s right. Kaylee Jan 24 2014

Snippet Week – Day Five!

Friday – Snippet Week, Day Five!

Isoif was right — the girl was nowhere to be found in the woods. There simply weren’t enough places to hide. The cliffs dropped straight down to the marshy shore and there didn’t appear to be a safe place to descend for miles. His men must have missed her exiting the parklands and escaping on foot through the streets — it was the only explanation that made sense.

He opened his mouth to bark orders for them to retreat back to the patrol units when the lookout shanty came into view. A pale light was on inside, which meant someone was most likely there. Perhaps whoever it was would offer up a simple explanation for how two people could enter the woody park with cliffs on three sides and then vanish like the early morning fog.

He shoved a guard out of his way and thumped his heavy boots through the soft dirt toward the pathetic building. He could hear the sounds of his men falling in line behind him, pointing their light sticks ahead to illuminate the king’s path. It made the wooden building look even more unstable. If he pushed on one of the walls, he was certain the whole thing would collapse. A warning squawk from a bird pierced the cool, night air and the king’s steps wavered. He didn’t stop, but he drew his weapon. There was definitely someone inside the shanty.

– The Dry Lands, a Hutch and A’ris novel

Sorry, I did it again


I know, I know, the blog looks different. And yeah, I remember that I just changed it. But hopefully this one will work better. A quick tip – if you are looking for the menu bar, it’s right there on the left…hiding. Click the icon and it will take you where you need to go. And you can scroll to the bottom of the blog page to see New Releases, etc…

Enjoy the new look! 😉