Tuesday, October 4, 2016

A Skyrim Story - Chapter Two

When we last left Kylie, she'd accepted the fact that she had been taken away from her world and dropped onto an entirely different world, in a land called Skyrim. Without knowing how she'd gotten there or how to get back, she'd decided to make the best of it. She practiced her Sneaking abilities during her escape from Helgen, made a few friends in the small village of Riverwood, (one of them, Faendal, wasn't exactly the brightest star in the sky, and gave her some basic training in Archery which - with some 'trading' - she was able to get for free) and even crafted herself some leather armor so she wouldn't be mistaken for either a Stormcloak or an Imperial soldier. After promising the general store's owner she would get back a golden claw which had been stolen from him, Kylie had gone over to the inn, paid for a night's lodging, and ended her first day in Skyrim.

Now, for the disclaimer: Same as Chapter One. Pics are taken from UESP under creative commons license, and captions are not actual gameplay dialogue. They're just there for laughs, because I have a warped sense of humor and have fun coming up with silly captions! Also, in case I didn't mention, many of the tips that are given are assuming you have Hearthfire and Dragonborn expansions. With that being said, time for chapter 2!
 
 

Chapter Two

Show Me the Money!!

     

     Kylie awoke to the smell of food drifting into her room from under the door. For a moment, the feel of the straw bed made her think she was back in the Thieves' Den, and everything that had happened over the past several years had all been a dream. But when she opened her eyes and saw the small room, reality came crashing back down around her.
     She hadn't awoken in the barracks room of the hidden Thieves' Den in the Province's capital city of Silvergate. She wasn't even in the Province. Hell, she wasn't on Tal'Avern, for that matter. Sighing, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and grudgingly got up.
     Opening the door, she took a quick look around the main room of the inn. It was empty, save for a burly man wearing an apron who was standing behind the bar to her left. She grabbed a quick bite to eat, and then headed for the front door to the inn.
     Kylie had barely stepped outside when she caught sight of a woman a short distance away who waved and began walking toward her from the nearby mill that stood behind the blacksmith's shop.
     If she wants me to give a letter to some guy she's been fawning over, Kylie thought, I swear I'm going to...
     "You must be the friend Ralof told me about," the woman said as she approached.
     "Friend?" Kylie asked hesitantly. He couldn't possibly have forgotten what she'd done during their escape from Helgen!
     "He said a friend who wasn't from around here helped him escape Helgen yesterday. I'm his sister..."
     "Gerdur," Kylie guessed, recalling Ralof having mentioned he had a sister, to which the woman nodded.
 
"Brother! What are you doing here?"
"Hiding from the Imperials."
"But... you're wearing the same thing every other Stormcloak does!"
"I would have changed, but none of your dresses fit me anymore."  

     "Thank you for helping my brother," Gerdur said gratefully, and then reached into one of her pockets and pulled out a key. "Here, take the key to my house. Stay as long as you like, and if there's anything you need, just let me know."
     "Um... thanks," Kylie said, unsure how else to respond. No one in the Province was so trusting toward strangers that they would just hand over the key to their house like that! For all of their similarities, her world and this one certainly had their differences.
     "It's the one right over there," Gerdur said, pointing toward a nearby house. "There is something else you could do for me," she added, lowering her voice and taking a quick glance around as she did.
     Uh huh, Kylie thought. Here it comes...
     "The Jarl needs to know that there's a dragon about. Riverwood is defenseless! If you'll let him know, I'd be grateful."
     Kylie started to object, then clamped her mouth shut and nodded. Whoever this Jarl was, he was obviously an important person. And important people were usually generous with their rewards.
     Gerdur gave her directions to the nearby town of Whiterun, where the Jarl's palace was located, before turning around and heading back to the mill.
     "Well, if this Jarl lives there, Whiterun must be a decent sized town. Which means it's got at least more than a general store," Kylie murmured, thinking back to the day before. The road she had come down had a stream running alongside it, and there had been one place in particular where she'd seen salmon jumping out of the water as they tried to swim upstream. She recalled another place where she'd seen what looked like some kind of stone ruins poking out of the water near those standing stones.
     Flicking a quick glance down at the key in her hand, Kylie made her way over to Gerdur's house, and unlocked the door. After a quick look around, she caught sight of several braids of garlic hanging from one of the rafters.
     "Salmon roe, garlic..."
     A smile spread across Kylie's face. If those ruins she'd seen were a home for the one other ingredient she would need, her money problems would soon be gone.
     Taking the garlic, she stuffed it into an empty pouch that hung from the belt around her waist and went back outside.
     Within a matter of minutes, she came across the section of the stream where the water spilled down a short way. Sure enough, the salmon were still trying unsuccessfully to make their way up.

Fish eggs, fish eggs... roly-poly fish eggs...
 The Leaping Salmon is like playing Pokémon, just with better graphics.
Gotta catch 'em all, gotta catch 'em all!


     Kylie jumped into the stream and waded over to where the salmon were at. After almost a half hour of snatching, grabbing, and cursing, she managed to obtain almost a dozen salmon eggs.
     She climbed out of the stream, followed the road back to the standing stones, and then made her way down the rocks to where a hunter had set up a small camp with a tent and bonfire. Seeing the ruins she had spotted the day before a short distance away, she didn't bother to stay and talk to the hunter, who seemed friendly enough, and instead waded back into the water and swam over to where the top pillars of the ruins were poking out of the water.
     Taking a deep breath, she dove under the water. Within seconds she caught sight of what she had been hoping would be there all along: clusters of small barnacles along the stone. She gathered up almost a dozen of them, and then once more made her way back to the standing stones and down the road to Riverwood.
     As she entered the village, she saw Sven come step out of a nearby house. He gave her the same glare he had the night before in the inn, waved his hand at her in a dismissive motion as if she were an annoying fly, and with a flick of his hair he headed toward the inn.
     Kylie bit back the insult that was on the tip of her tongue and glanced at the door he had come out of. She'd seen him lock it, but that wasn't a problem. She had been a thief at one time, after all.
     In moments she was crouched by the door, studying the lock as she reached down into the top of her armor and pulled out the lockpick she had hidden there. In seconds, she heard the satisfying, almost inaudible click as she picked the lock and slipped quickly inside.
     She could have taken anything, but seeing nearly a dozen garlic cloves (some were hanging from the rafters and the others were on the table underneath, sitting on a plate), she ignored everything else and slipped them into her pouch.
     Her next stop was Faendal's house, where she found a few more braids of garlic to add to her growing collection.
     With enough of the three ingredients she needed, she headed for the inn, where she'd seen the last thing she needed: an alchemy table.
     Kylie opened the door to the inn and was met by the sound of a lute playing, while Sven's voice was raised in song. Unable to resist the temptation any longer, Kylie walked over to him.
     "Do everyone a favor and shut up, Sven," she said. "You sound like a banshee wailing."
     "How dare you compare my exquisite voice to that!" Sven exclaimed. "A banshee's wail could kill a person!"
     "So could your singing," Kylie smirked.
     Without waiting for him to respond, she made her way to the other side of the inn to the alchemy station, and then changing her mind, went behind the bar instead and grabbed the garlic she saw hanging from the rafters.
     She was on a mission. She had enough ingredients to make almost a dozen potions (assuming they wouldn't blow up in her face, as her inner voice had considered might be a possible result on this world), but Kylie wanted to solve her money problems in one shot.
     "Time to head to Whiterun," Kylie muttered. "There's bound to be plenty of places to get more garlic, and I need to go there to talk to that Jarl person, anyway."
      Leaving the inn, Kylie turned right and began following the road. Glancing up at Bleak Falls Barrow in the distance as she crossed the bridge reminded her that she'd promised to head up there, find the thieves who had stolen the claw from the general store, and get it back for the shop owner. She made a mental note to do that as soon as she came back from Whiterun.
     The road twisted and turned, gradually sloping down the further she traveled, continuing to follow the stream. Kylie saw several places along the way where the water cascaded over the rocks, creating small waterfalls that were teeming with leaping salmon. She didn't let the opportunity go to waste, and within a matter of hours she had a pouch full of salmon eggs.
     When she saw Whiterun finally appear in the distance, Kylie knew immediately it was no tiny village by the high stone wall that surrounded it. Seeing the wall caused a wave of homesickness to pass through her, as it reminded her of Silvergate - the capital city of the Province, back on her world.
     Upon reaching the outskirts, Kylie paused for a moment beside a carriage.
     "Do you need a ride somewhere?" the driver asked.
     "Home," Kylie replied longingly as another wave of homesickness passed through her.
     "I can take you to any of the holds here in Skyrim," the carriage driver offered. "Windhelm, Riften, Markarth, Solitude, Dawnstar..."
     "Thanks, but I don't think just hopping on a carriage will get me home," Kylie said, sighing heavily.
     "Well, if you change your mind, I'll be here!" the driver called out as she continued on up the road to the city.
     As she approached the city gates, a guard stepped away from his post and held up his hand.

"I tell people I used to be an adventurer, but then I took an arrow in the knee.
That's not really true, though. I used to be a knight - until I saw
a rabbit that scared me so much, I soiled my armor...
Twice."


     "City's closed with the dragon about," he stated.
     "Fine, I'll just go back to Riverwood and tell everyone there that I couldn't let the Jarl know they were worried the dragon might attack the village because you wouldn't let me into the city to talk to him," Kylie said. The guard shifted nervously from one foot to the other.
     "Riverwood's in danger, too? You'd better go on in," the guard decided and unlocked the gate for her. "You'll find the Jarl..."
     "In the big palace overlooking the city," Kylie finished for him. "I'm not stupid."
     The first thing Kylie noticed when she entered the city was a woman wearing a blacksmith's apron and a man in heavy armor standing outside a blacksmith's store.
     "We must have more swords for the Imperial Legion," the man insisted.
     "I can't fill an order that large!" the woman replied.
     "Just keep moving, Kylie," she muttered to herself and quickly walked past the two, continuing up the street toward the city's small business district. Several stalls were set up, with people calling out their wares - everything from jewelry to fresh produce. A shop on the right had a sign which read Arcadia's Cauldron. Perfect, Kylie thought, a touch of a smile appearing on her face.
     As soon as she stepped inside and walked up to the counter, the woman standing behind it looked her over with a critical eye.
     "You look rather pale... I have a potion for that," she suggested.
     "I'm fine," Kylie replied. "I just came in to see if you knew where I could get a certain ingredient I need for a potion."
     "Ahh, so you're an alchemist!" the woman replied. "I'm Arcadia. This is my shop."
     "I kind of figured that," Kylie said wryly. "I'm not really much of an alchemist, though I do know how to make one particular potion. But one of the things I need to make it isn't exactly easy to come by... I need barnacles."
     "Have you been to Dawnstar?" Arcadia inquired. "There's an old shipwreck just northeast of the town that's practically covered with them. Hela's Folly, I believe the ship was called."
     "Thanks for the tip, I'll check it out!" Kylie replied before heading back outside, recalling the carriage driver outside the city had mentioned that same town.
     "Fresh produce!" a woman behind one of the stalls in the marketplace called out as Kylie shut the door behind her and made her way through the marketplace. While she wasn't interested in getting anything to eat, the strings of garlic cloves hanging on the stall did interest her, as they were one of the other needed ingredients for the potion that Kylie suspected was going to be quite profitable.
     "How much for the... what's wrong?" Kylie asked, the question coming out before it registered in her brain.
     "I've gotten proposals from half the men in this city," the woman replied with a sigh. "Mikael is the worst of them, though. He's a bard who sings at the inn right over there."
 
"Yes, I know there's a song with lyrics that suggest boys seem to like a girl
who gets undressed before the second date. The men in this city
certainly do. I'm getting asked out left and right!"
    
 
     "Gods, what is it with bards in this world?" Kylie asked, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. "Look, I'll talk to him, if you'll let me have any garlic cloves at no cost whenever you have them in stock."
     "If you think you can get that braggart to leave me alone, that's more than a fair deal! I'm Carlotta, by the way. And you are...?"
     "Kylie. Is he there right now?"
     "I don't think he ever leaves," Carlotta grumbled.
     With a curt nod, Kylie started toward the inn, and then paused as she noticed another woman in a blue dress wandering slowly around from one stall to the next. If it weren't for the way she was dressed, Kylie would have thought she was a thief casing each of the stalls, except for the fact that she was being too obvious.
     "If you're planning on stealing from any of these stalls, be more subtle about it," Kylie muttered quietly as the woman began to walk past her.
     "Why would I...? Oh no, I'm not a thief!" the woman exclaimed. "I'm only trying to learn some of their tricks! I want to have my own business some day. I even thought about buying the Bannered Mare from the current owner, but she won't even speak to me. I think the only way she'll talk to me is if I have something to impress her with, like a mammoth's tusk."
     "The Bannered Mare?"
     "Yes, the inn just behind us," the woman replied.
     "The owner sounds like a stuck up snob," Kylie commented. "If I find one, it's yours."
     As she headed over to the nearby inn, Kylie wondered why she kept getting off track and offering to help people instead of focusing on her own goals. She was supposed to be concentrating on making money, and helping people was taking time away from that!
     No, it's not, she realized. As profitable as the potions that she had in mind were, she had a limited number of the required ingredients. The potions could potentially net her plenty of gold, but she had to be able to make them. By helping others and making friends (with the exception of Sven... but he was an ass, so stealing the garlic from his house didn't count!), she was making it easier to reach her own goals.
     Opening the door to the inn, she caught sight of Mikael strumming his lute and going through some kind of warm-up routine immediately upon entering, and made her way over to him.
     "You must be Mikael," she stated. "Carlotta wants you to leave her alone."
     "She put you up to this, didn't she?" Mikael asked with a chuckle. "Sorry, but she's mine - even if she doesn't know it yet!"
     "How did I know you were going to say something like that," Kylie replied, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "Fine, then let me put it this way: if you don't leave her alone, your face and my fist are going to get very well acquainted."
     "I don't have to take that from you!" Mikael exclaimed.
     Kylie gave him time to put his lute down on the floor, and then connected with a hard right hook.
     "Fight! Fight!" someone called out, seeing the two begin exchanging punches.
     Mikael got a few lucky hits in, but he was no match for Kylie, and within a matter of minutes he fell to one knee and held up a hand in defeat.
     "Okay, enough!" he begged.
     "Now, are you going to leave Carlotta alone, or do I need to kick your ass some more?" Kylie growled, keeping her fists up.
     "I'll... I'll leave her alone," Mikael promised.
     "You'd better," Kylie replied, letting the threat hang in the air for a moment longer before heading over to the bar. Noticing the large curved bone 'trophy' sitting on top of a shelf behind the bar, she walked casually around the bar, pretending to be browsing the items on the shelves, and then crouched down. The moment she was out of everyone's line of sight, she snatched the mammoth's tusk from the top of the shelf, as well as the garlic cloves hanging from the rafters, and then headed back outside.
     Seeing the woman in the blue dress still in the marketplace, Kylie walked up to her and held out the tusk.
     "You found one! This should turn that old goat's head!" the woman exclaimed. "Oh, forgive me, I never introduced myself before. My name is Ysolda. Thank you so much!"
     "You're welcome," Kylie replied, and then walked over to Carlotta's stall. "Mikael won't be bothering you again, Carlotta. He'll probably have a black eye and a swollen lip for a good week to remind him to leave you alone, too."
     "I wish I could have been there to see that!" Carlotta exclaimed, laughing with relief. "Please, take as much garlic as you'd like!" Kylie smiled and grabbed what she had hanging from the stall.
     "Arcadia's shop and the general store seem to be the only two places in the city that I can sell potions at. I don't suppose there's anywhere else in the city that will buy them, is there?" she inquired.
     "No, but everyone restocks their wares and such every two days. If you have potions to sell, you could take the carriage to Windhelm. There are two stalls right by the alchemy shop that I know buy almost anything, and of course the alchemy shop itself would certainly buy any potions you want to sell," Carlotta replied. "There's also a used goods shop on the other side of the city that will buy them, now that I think of it."
     "Really? Thanks for the tip!" Kylie replied and with a wave, began heading for the city gates. She still needed to speak to the Jarl, but her money issues had been put on hold long enough. She had plenty of salmon roe and garlic. Now to get the last item she needed - and thanks to Arcadia's advice, she knew just where to go.
     She made her way back to the carriage just outside the city, told the driver she wanted to go to Dawnstar, and hopped in the back, handing him the coin for the trip.
     The days went by quickly, and soon she was standing outside a small village far to the north where the weather was chilly, with a light snow falling. As she reached the outskirts of the city, she stopped and turned around, realizing she hadn't asked the driver to wait for her. But the carriage was nowhere in sight.
     "Oh, wonderful," Kylie grumbled. Sighing, she turned back toward the town. She'd figure out what to do later. After she found the shipwreck.
     Skirting the outer edge of the town, she kept on a northeasterly direction, stopping when she reached a point where the land gave way to the cold waters of the sea. The water was tolerable, and more importantly, it was fairly shallow where she began to swim. Within a matter of minutes, she saw the rotting timbers of a shipwreck appear in the distance that she hoped was the one Arcadia had mentioned.
     Sure enough, when she reached it she saw the faded nameplate which read Hela's Folly. She set to work right away, and with a deep breath, plunged under the water.
 
"It's not my fault! One of the passengers was sitting on the bow of the ship
having her portrait drawn while wearing nothing but a necklace!
And it was cold out!
Do you have any idea how distracting that was??"
 
 
     Arcadia wasn't kidding. Kylie had to surface several times for air, but when she had gathered every barnacle clinging to the ship's remains, she had well over thirty of them in her pouch.
     She climbed out of the water, cold and shivering... and silently thankful that the pouches she had were magical in nature, not only allowing her to carry far more than the small bags appeared to be able to hold, but just as importantly - they were waterproof.
     Seeing a fire burning nearby, Kylie walked over to it, slowing down when she saw a lizard-like creature with a human shape asleep on a small mat a few yards away, which made Kylie even more wary, as there were similar creatures on Tal'Avern called Slaath. They weren't known for being overly friendly, which kept Kylie on guard.
     As she warmed up by the fire, Kylie took a quick look around, and seeing several valuable gemstones sitting on top of a barrel, along with several more resting a small crate near the creature's head, Kylie relieved the Argonian of the gems and slipped them into her pouch. She knew they would sell for a good price, but Kylie had no intention of selling them. She already had other plans for the precious gemstones.
     "Now, how do I get back to Whiterun from here?" she muttered. With a flash, she was gone. The next thing she knew, she was standing just inside the gates of the city, near the blacksmith's shop.
     "I'll be damned!" she exclaimed, a mix of shock, amazement... and excitement rushing through her body. She still had her shadow walking ability, and didn't even need to be standing in any shadows to use it!
     She ran down the street to Arcadia's shop, nearly crashing into several people along the way in her excitement. Throwing open the door, she hurried over to the counter.
     "Can I use your alchemy table?" she asked breathlessly.
     "Of course," Arcadia replied.
     Going over to the table, Kylie took out one of each of the ingredients she needed: salmon roe, garlic, and a Nordic barnacle. Now came the moment of truth.
     "Please don't blow up in my face, please don't blow up in my face," Kylie pleaded as the potion churned, bubbled... and then turned a deep red color as the three ingredients mixed into a potion that would sell for a nice amount of gold.
     With the knowledge that the ingredients mixed properly, Kylie set about making as many as she could, making small adjustments as she went along which made the potions increasingly more powerful - and profitable.
     When she was done, Kylie thanked Arcadia for letting her use the alchemy table and stepped outside.
     "Now all I need to do is take the carriage..." With a flash she disappeared. A moment later, she was standing near the carriage outside of Whiterun. "Gods, that's awesome! I'm starting to like it here!" she exclaimed.
     "Where would you like to go?" the driver asked.
     "Windhelm," Kylie answered, handing him the coin he wanted for the trip as she sat down in the back.
     When the carriage rolled to a stop outside Windhelm, Kylie didn't even care if he left. She was flying among the clouds with the knowledge that she could travel anywhere in Skyrim that she'd already discovered.
     She spent the next several days in Windhelm. She would sell as many potions at the Alchemy shop, the two stalls just outside of it, and the used goods store on the other side of the city as the merchants could afford. Kylie even sold a few for a bit less than they were worth, because the merchants didn't have enough gold to cover the full amount.  Then she would wait around for a few days. When they'd restocked their wares (and replenished their gold) she'd make another round of sales.
     By the time Kylie had sold the last potion she had made, her money problems were at an end. And if she needed money later on, Kylie not only knew right where to go to get the ingredients to make more, but she could travel to those locations instantly.
     In the blink of an eye she was back in Whiterun. She made her way to the Bannered Mare, paid for a night's lodging, and went up to the room she'd rented on the second floor. Closing the door, Kylie fell down onto the double bed and sprawled out, feeling giddy. After a moment, she sat up and untied one of the pouches from her hip.
     "Show me the money!" she exclaimed happily, loosening the drawstring and tipping the pouch sideways. And the gold began to fall.
 
* * *
 
 
Tips in Chapter Two:
1) Ingredients for a profitable potion: Salmon Roe + Garlic + Nordic Barnacle
2) Gathering ingredients: Salmon Roe from stream; garlic from houses, inns, and stalls; great spot for barnacles at Hela's Folly. The ruins a short way from the standing stones I believe has 11, and there's also another 10 or so under the bridge up at Dragon's Reach which Kylie didn't grab, since she didn't go up there... yet. Maybe when she wakes up ;)
3) Selling potions - 4 spots in Windhelm!
4) Ysolda's request - easy way to get her that tusk!
5) Swiping gems near Hela's Folly - hold onto them for Smithing! Those DO respawn, by the way ;)
 
   

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

A Skyrim Story - Chapter One

When my kids got out of school for the summer, I knew I wouldn't get much writing done until they went back. So, since I was kind of on a 'summer break' myself, I flipped on the PS3 about halfway through and dusted off one of my favorite games, Skyrim.

I spent about a month fiddling with different aspects of the game, restarted multiple times with different characters... to the point that everyone in the house (my three teenage kids, my wife, myself... hell, even the dog and 2 cats!) can now do the entire intro word for word. Though I'll admit, some of those restarts were merely to see the expressions on their faces when they heard for the hundredth or so time:
 
"Ulfric Stormcloak. Jarl of Windhelm."
 

"What the... what was that?"
"It's nothing. One of the guards in the
tower is constipated, that's all. Carry on."
 
I'm not going to repeat the whole intro because you get the idea. Oh, but I will say that the captions under the pics are NOT actual gameplay dialogue... that's just my warped sense of humor hard at work, and the pics help break up the writing a bit. Plus, it's fun to come up with crazy, humorous captions! Just thought I'd better make that clear! ;)
 
I watched a lot of YouTube videos as well, looking for tips and such, since I hadn't played the game in quite some time and was a bit rusty. And of course, part of the reason I started playing it again is because the re-mastered version of Skyrim is coming out soon for PS4 and Xbox One. I'm sure when it comes out I'll go buy it and start again. Ahh, the excitement within the wife and kids must be overwhelming... *grin*
 
"Ulfric Stormcloak. Jarl of Windhelm..."
 
A lot of those vids were either old tips that no longer worked due to patches making them obsolete (who remembers the old smithing 1000 iron daggers!?), or were things that I stay away from - like the invisible Khajiit chest trick in Dawnstar.

Now, as I am a writer, I figured, why not do more than just list the tips for Skyrim that I wanted to share? Why not make it fun? Since my job is to entertain readers, I thought I'd share the tips by doing a bit of storytelling to bring them to you.
 
We'll be following along with Kylie, one of the characters from my fantasy series. Go ahead, smirk if you want, but having kickass female characters in leading roles is kind of my thing in all of my books, so most of the characters I create when I play Skyrim tend to be female. Not always, but most of the time.

Some of the kickass women from my books. From left to right:
Jenna, Kylie, Celeste, and Kaly
 
As one of my favorite characters from my fantasy series happens to be Kylie Destaine (though I love all these girls!), I thought it would be fun to pull Kylie out of Tal'Avern, drop her into Skyrim, and have her sort of 'live through' the tips I wanted to share. And before any of you ask, the answer is yes... under the hood, Kylie is a  redhead with green eyes. Feel free to check out my official website (link is up top on the right) if you have no idea why I said that or are just curious - the answer is there, along with lots of other stuff.
 
With that being said, enough of an intro! Chapter One! 
 
 

Chapter One

Welcome to Skyrim


 
      "We probably shouldn't stick around in case he comes back," Ralof suggested. "My sister, Gerdur, runs the mill in Riverwood. I'm sure she'd help you out. It's probably best if we..."
      Kylie was already sprinting down the dirt path and was out of earshot before he had finished his sentence. She'd never been one to tag along with others, and wasn't about to start now! Besides, she was still coming to grips with suddenly finding herself in an unfamiliar world. Plus, she didn't want to give Ralof a chance to recall some of the things after the dragon had attacked, just as the headsman was preparing to remove Kylie's head from her shoulders.
     Reaching a stony road, Kylie stopped for a moment to catch her breath and placed a hand on her stomach as an ominous feeling that she was reliving a horrible nightmare sent a cold chill through her body.
     There were dragons on her world. They hadn't been seen in over a thousand years, but then they'd come back. Kylie remembered the cold feeling that had gone through her the first time she'd seen one. It had felt as if her blood had turned to ice. She'd barely escaped with her life then, too.
     While dragons were not new to her, it seemed that something similar was happening on this world. Ralof had said that dragons hadn't been seen in so long that they'd become nothing more than children's stories and legends, after all.
     Kylie forced herself to calm down and collect her thoughts. First, what the hell had happened? She'd been having an ale and playing Elemental Dice, and then suddenly, everything vanished and she was practically naked! Her armor was gone, her weapons... all she was wearing was a dirty ragged shirt and pants,  and she was sitting on a cart going down an unfamiliar road, with three men who she didn't know sitting in the cart with her! One of them had been gagged, and all of them - including her - had their hands bound.
     She'd quickly discovered that none of the abilities she had been granted on her world worked on this one. If they had, she could have shadow walked away from the whole situation.
     "No, I couldn't have," Kylie corrected herself, cursing under her breath. She'd been a Shadow Walker on her world - a human who was, in the most basic terms (though she and the others like her hated being referred to by it), an assassin who could travel through the shadows. But in order to do so, a Shadow Walker needed to be able to picture the destination in their mind.
     She knew nothing about this world, other than the fact that when she had asked, one of the men in the cart had looked at her as if she were crazy, but said it was called Tamriel, and that she was in the land known as Skyrim, the home of the Nords.
     None of that information helped her. She didn't know any of the landmarks or any places of interest that she could have focused on. And even if she did, Kylie had the sinking feeling that her shadow abilities had either been stripped away from her or were unable to be used on this world. She would have to adapt and get used to not having them to rely on.
     "Oh gods, I'm going to have to walk everywhere!" she groaned.
     The cart had stopped in a small town, where they had been told to get out. Then the list of names had started being called out, and the horrific realization had struck Kylie. She was about to be executed along with the others, even though no one knew who she was!
     And then, by a stroke of luck, just as her turn came and she was forced to get down on her knees with her head resting on the chopping block, watching as the headsman raised his axe... a dragon had landed on top of a nearby tower and attacked.

"Look out! The customer has assumed her ultimate form!"
"Quick, get some Chicken Nuggets!"
"But we don't serve them at 10:30 in the morning!"
 
 
     During the chaos that ensued, while the Imperial soldiers had their attention on the dragon, Kylie had bolted into another tower nearby, jumped out a window, and run through a good portion of what was left of the town before ducking into the keep. Ralof had been following close behind her and cut the ropes binding her hands.
     Ropes. They'd all had their hands bound by ropes! It was such a crude thing to use! On her world, she would have had iron shackles placed around her wrists. And then a slight smile touched Kylie's lips. She glanced down at her chest as she remembered that one of the first things Jenna had taught her when they were both members of the Thieves' Den was to always keep a lockpick hidden where no man ever thought to check. Maybe that's why they use ropes instead of iron shackles on this world, Kylie thought, and returned to going over what had happened in her mind.
     A few moments after Ralof had freed her hands, they had heard the sound of voices coming toward them from another hallway.
     "It's the Imperials!" Ralof had hissed, and quickly ducked off to the side of a closed iron gate, with Kylie hiding on the other side across from him. When the gate dropped open, Kylie and Ralof had jumped out from where they were hiding and attacked.
     She'd helped Ralof fight off the Imperial Officer and soldier who came through the gate, and thinking that maybe the Officer had a key to the locked door on the other side of the room, Kylie had searched her body. Sure enough, she found a key, which she'd quickly taken before her Stormcloak 'rescuer' noticed.
     He'd been rather whiney after the fight was over, constantly looking at the locked door and asking if she'd found a key to unlock it. The multiple sneak attacks Kylie had done to him with the daggers she'd taken from the two Imperials before finally unlocking the door probably didn't help his mood, but it was a great way for her to practice her Sneaking! She probably could have done it as long as she'd wanted to, but one could only listen to the same question being asked over and over for so long.
     They'd made it out of Helgen shortly after that without too much trouble, emerging back out into the open and completely free, just as the dragon who had unintentionally saved them from becoming several inches shorter flew past overhead, disappearing from sight a few moments later behind a distant mountain that looked like it had some kind of ruins on it. At that point, Kylie had taken off at a fast run, leaving Ralof talking to himself about his sister and her mill.
     "Alright, done reminiscing," Kylie muttered. It hadn't helped much. She knew that she wasn't on Tal'Avern anymore. Who had taken her from there, and for what purpose, was a complete mystery. Without knowing who had done it or even how it had been done, she had no way to get back to Tal'Avern. But why her? Why bring her here?
     Kylie sighed heavily. For whatever reason, she was on another world, in a land called Skyrim, where there was some kind of civil war going on. As if that weren't enough, on top of everything else, a dragon had returned, when none had been seen in like a thousand years.
     And if there was one dragon, Kylie thought nervously, there was bound to be more, if anything like what had happened on her world was beginning on this one.
     Noticing a trio of stones, Kylie hopped down from the rocks and went over to the standing stones. After studying each of them for a moment, she pressed her hand against the one with a depiction of a thief on it. At one time, that had been her profession, after all. She was no warrior, and she was certainly no mage. As she did, Kylie felt a surge of power go into her.
     "I'll take that as a good sign," she said, nodding in satisfaction. "I need all the positivity I can get."
     She had no idea where she was, but until she found some way to get back to her own world, Kylie grudgingly gave in to the fact that she was stuck in this one. But maybe she was looking at it the wrong way. Maybe this was a blessing in disguise. She had a unique opportunity in front of her, after all. She could change professions, do things she'd never had a chance to do, and expand her skills.
 

A Thief, a Mage, and a Warrior walked into a bar...
Whoever the fourth one was, ducked. Probably why it's not there. ;)
 
     "First things first though," she muttered, taking a quick look at the various plants and flowers that dotted the side the of the road around her. "I need money."
     As a Shadow Walker, one of the things she'd had to rely on (on more than one occasion) were healing potions, so she knew a bit about alchemy - enough at least to know that a few easily obtained ingredients could make potions and poisons that would sell for more than enough to make it easy to do whatever she wanted. That could backfire, her inner voice cautioned. The ingredients which mixed into a healing potion on Tal'Avern might blow up in her face on Tamriel!
     Seeing the small village in the distance, Kylie starting making her way toward it, but then paused when she came across a crude, boarded path on the right. Curious, she stepped off the road and made her way up the small hill.
     Kylie had no idea who the man standing outside what appeared to be the entrance to a small mine was. But when he came at her with a sword in one hand and a shield held in the other, she wasn't really concerned with who he was.
     Maybe he thinks I'm one of those Imperial soldiers, Kylie thought as he rushed at her, shouting some cheesy line about how she would be so much easier to rob when she was dead. Well, she was wearing some of the gear she'd 'acquired' during her escape from that town. It was better than walking around in those thin, dirty clothes she'd found herself wearing when she'd initially appeared on the cart, though. What had the name of that town been? Holgen? Halga?
     "Helgen," she muttered, hoping to shut up the curious voice in her head that continued to wonder where she was and how she got there long enough to take care of the immediate threat that had started swinging his sword at her.
     The man was nothing more than a thug, a bandit... something like that. It didn't matter, regardless. He was trying to kill her, and Kylie had no intention of letting that happen.
     She'd picked up a few other choice items during her escape as well, after all. Like the swords she gripped, one in each hand.  Daggers had their place - they were great for sneak attacks, but swords had a better reach and could do more damage when stealth attacks weren't an option. Besides, she'd always preferred to use a sword in each hand.
     The fight was short. For all his threats, the bandit went down easily. Kylie stood there for a minute, chewing her lower lip and looking at the broken sign near the entrance which read 'Embershard Mine' as she considered whether or not to check it out.
     "Nah, I'll save it for another day," Kylie decided, ignoring the inner voice in her head that was attempting to persuade her to go into the mine. She could learn the Smithing skill and become a master blacksmith on this world!
     It was a tempting suggestion, Kylie had to admit. Blacksmithing was certainly a lucrative profession on her world, after all. It stood to reason that it was no different on this one. Probably even more so, what with the civil war that was apparently going on in Skyrim.
     With a shake of her head, Kylie set the idea aside... at least for now. She had a feeling there would be a reason why she didn't take advantage of the ore that was certainly inside the mine right away - even if it didn't seem apparent at that particular moment.
     She headed back in the direction of the nearby village, taking down a trio of wolves along the way. Their pelts would be useful in crafting some decent leather armor. With what she was wearing at the moment, she looked like a damn Imperial soldier, and that was the last impression she wanted to give - especially since there were certainly Stormcloak supporters in the village. Ralof was a Stormcloak, and he did say his sister ran the mill, after all. At any rate, Kylie knew she needed to rectify her appearance problem, and quickly.
     Upon entering the small village, Kylie was approached almost immediately by a man who called himself Sven. He mentioned an elf named Faendal that worked at the nearby mill, and that the two of them both had a thing for a certain girl in the village named Camilla, who helped her brother at the general goods store.
     After boasting that he was the better man, so Camilla couldn't possibly be interested in the elf, a nervous look crossed Sven's face for a moment. Quickly regaining his composure, he gave Kylie a fake letter he'd written and asked her to give it to Camilla, but to say that it was from Faendal. Before Kylie could object, Sven flicked his hair, stuck his nose up in the air as if he was certain that Kylie wanted him, just like every other woman in the village, and walked away.
 
 
"Every woman in this village wants me!"
"Yeah, because a grown man who still lives with his
mother in a one room house is such a turn-on, Sven!"
 
     If there was one thing Kylie hated, it was men like Sven. She took a single step toward him and stopped, resisting the temptation to call him back over, bury her swords in his chest, and whisper "Justice has been served" into his ear as his dying breath gasped out. That had been the Shadow Walker way, and on this world she didn't have the shadow realm in her corner. So she would do the next best thing.
     Since she had to get rid of the things she'd collected during her escape and knew the general goods store would certainly buy them, Kylie made her way over to the store, deciding to take care of two birds with one arrow.
     When she stepped inside, Kylie didn't bother to ask about the theft that had taken place there recently, which the shopkeeper and a young woman who she guessed was Camila were arguing about. Kylie unloaded her gear, getting a meager amount of coin for all of it, but not worrying too much about that. She would be swimming in gold soon enough, after all.
     "Are you Camilla?" she asked, glancing at the girl, who gave her a surprised look.
     "Why, yes I am."
     "Here," Kylie said, holding out the fake letter to Camilla. "Some jackass named Sven wanted me to give you this letter he wrote, but say it was from Faendal."
     As Camilla opened up the letter and began to read, one hand flew up to her mouth and her eyes grew wide.
     "Sven wanted me to think Faendal wrote this?" she asked Kylie in disbelief when she had finished reading the letter. "I don't... I... thank you for telling me the truth. Would you let Faendal know about this? I'm sure he'll want to thank you as well for standing up for him."
     "Oh, I wasn't standing up for Faendal," Kylie replied easily with a casual shrug. "I've never even met him. But Sven is a stuck up asshat who thinks he's the gods' gift to women. I got the distinct impression that he expects every woman to swoon over him and do anything he wants. What better way to deflate his ego than to do the exact opposite of what he asked me to do and tell you the truth instead of lie?  If I do see him though, I'll let the elf know that you've chosen his dagger over Sven's... so to speak."
     Camilla blushed furiously, focused her attention on the floor, and then walked quickly across the small room to a nearby table and sat down as Kylie opened the door and headed back outside.
     The day was already starting to wane by then, and Kylie was still walking around looking like an Imperial soldier. She needed to change that, and then concentrate on getting some serious cash in her pouch and maybe even think about finding a permanent place to live, in case there wasn't any way for her to return to Tal'Avern. Better to not get her hopes up and be pleasantly surprised rather than expect to get home and end up being disappointed, she thought.
     After talking to Faendal, who gratefully befriended her for helping him, Kylie set about her tasks. The first thing was to ask Faendal if he would trade some things with her. He would have given her everything he had, but after a quick look at what he was carrying, the only thing she asked for was the key to his house, which he was more than happy to give to her.
     "Don't get the wrong idea," Kylie warned him, seeing the hopeful light in the elf's eyes, which quickly faded away. When he nodded in disappointed understanding and pointed in the direction of his house, Kylie took her leave and headed off in that direction. 
     As soon as she entered, Kylie saw that her guess of Faendal doing some occasional hunting had been correct as she caught sight of a few Sabre Cat pelts on a shelf to her left. Along with the wolf pelts she already had, it would be more than enough to make herself some decent leather armor.
     After grabbing the armor and weapons that were sitting on a nearby table to sell (except the Hunting Bow, which she decided to keep for herself), and going through a few chests the elf had in the house, Kylie headed back to the mill and gave the key back to Faendal.
     "Could you show me a few tricks with the bow?" Kylie asked, thinking that being good with a bow might come in handy.
     "Certainly! I'll show you what I know... for a small price," Faendal replied happily, and began instructing her with some basic Archery tips. With each trick however, Kylie's gold supply went down. And she didn't have much to begin with.
     "Um... could I trade a few more things with you?" Kylie asked hesitantly when she realized she had given Faendal almost all of her gold.
     "What would you like?"
     "Well, I could use that," Kylie answered, pointing to the bulging coin pouch on his belt where he'd put all of the gold she had given to him so far.   
     Gods, if he's stupid enough to fall for it, she thought...
     As Faendal handed it to her, Kylie did her best to keep a straight face. Apparently he was that stupid.
 

"People say that I must be related to Patrick Star.
  I think that's a made-up name, because it sounds fishy."

*BA-DA-BAAA!*
 
     Faendal's knowledge in Archery was limited, and Kylie knew that there was only so much he could teach her. But with a bit of patience, she could learn every trick he had to teach and not pay a single gold for it. Perhaps the gods would wise up to Faendal's ignorance at some point and enlighten him enough so that he wouldn't 'trade' back the gold that people gave to him for his Archery tips, but such was not the case right now!
     After telling him that she had some things to do and he didn't need to follow her around, Kylie headed over to the blacksmith. With the pelts she had, Kylie used the blacksmith's tanning rack and nearby forge to craft some Leather Armor, Boots, and Bracers, sighing with relief when she put it on. Her newly crafted armor was not only a little bit more protective, it looked better.
     She had enough leather left over to craft a helm as well, but she decided not to. After all, cuteness over protection, she'd heard someone say once!
     By the time she was done, it had grown dark. Since the blacksmith had stopped working for the day, Kylie walked across the street, seeing the glow of candlelight from the windows of the general store. Despite how late it was, the door was unlocked. Apparently, the owner couldn't sleep, having been robbed of whatever it was that Kylie had heard him and his sister arguing about the first time she had gone in.
     Feeling a twang of guilt as he gave her a bit of gold for the Imperial gear she had previously been wearing, Kylie asked him what had been stolen.
     "An ornament, in the shape of a claw. Pure gold," the shopkeeper replied dejectedly. Her conscious getting the better of her, Kylie sighed.
     "I could try and get it back for you," she offered. "Do you know where they went?"
     The shopkeeper instantly perked up, while Camilla stood up from the table and insisted on showing Kylie where the thieves had gone, despite her brother's objections.
     Kylie followed her outside and past the nearby inn to a bridge at the far end of the village, where Camila pointed to some arched stone ruins in the distance that Kylie recognized as the same ones she had seen the dragon fly over before she'd lost sight of it.
     "They went up there, to Bleak Falls Barrow," Camilla said. "I saw one of the thieves point up to it and tell the others that was where they needed to go, now that they had the claw, but I don't know what he meant by that." 
     Kylie nodded. After promising to head up there, find the thieves, and get the claw back, she turned around and headed back to the inn they had passed by. Her eyes were getting heavy, and nothing sounded better at that moment than a good night's sleep.
     When she walked in, Kylie caught sight of Sven out of the corner of her eye but pretended not to notice the baleful look he gave her. Apparently, he'd heard about the letter incident, she thought.
 


"What was I thinking? I mean, he still lives with his mother,
his singing really isn't that great, and... is he wearing a dress?!?!"

 
     "Serves you right," Kylie muttered under her breath, refusing to meet his glare as she walked over to the bar where the innkeeper was and paid for a night's lodging.
     Shutting the door to the room she was shown to, Kylie went over to the bed and fell down onto it gratefully, not even bothering to take off her newly crafted armor.
      She'd been yanked away from her world and brought to one she doubted even Varik had heard of, where she'd come within a breath of having her head chopped off.  She had survived a dragon's attack, and fought her way through Imperials, giant spiders, and bandits. She improved her Sneaking abilities along the way, met a few new people, and even learned some things about Archery which, thanks to choosing not to lie for Sven and then some 'trading' with Faendal, she didn't have to pay for. She'd crafted some decent looking leather armor that didn't make her look like an Imperial soldier or one of those Stormcloak rebels, and had even offered to get back some kind of golden claw that had been stolen from the owner of the Riverwood general store. All on her first day.
     Turning onto her side, Kylie closed her eyes and let out a long sigh.
     "Welcome to Skyrim," she mumbled.
     Within a matter of minutes, Kylie had fallen into an exhausted sleep.
 
* * *
 
      
Tips in Chapter One:
1) Using Ralof (as high as you have patience for) to up your Sneaking. I usually stop at 40, enough to get the 3x sneak dmg with bows, but 50 nets 15x dmg with Daggers, for you assassins ;)
2) Holding off on mining (for now). Believe me, there's a reason!!!
3) Using Faendal (up to 50) to up your Archery and not paying a single gold for it

         

Friday, August 26, 2016

Less of the Same

There's been a trend lately with the movie industry doing reboots. And every time I hear about another reboot, my initial reaction is always the same. Rolling the eyes, uttering a disgusted sigh, shaking my head, and then usually saying something like: "Seriously?"

I get it. A movie had a huge following years ago, so why not remake it? There are things available now (like CGI) that weren't around back in the 80's and early 90's. Fans of the old will see it to make a comparison between the two, and the new generations likely haven't seen the original so there's a new group of moviegoers who will watch the 'new and improved' version.

What makes me shake my head and utter those disgusted sighs is the fact that reboots take away what made the original movies good to begin with: they were ORIGINAL. And changing up a few things doesn't warrant calling it a 'new take on the original.'

Ghostbusters was a great movie in it's day. It's a classic. It had a great cast, the storyline was awesome... Then along comes the reboot - only this time with an all-female cast. Insert sigh of disgust. Not for the all-female cast, but because it was a REBOOT. Look, all of my books have strong female characters in leading roles (it's kind of my thing), so I'm the last person who would complain about that fact of the movie. No, it was the fact that it wasn't a new movie, it was the same old movie with a few slight changes.

That's one example. There are obviously others. Annie got rebooted. Carrie has been rebooted... 4? 5 times? I've lost count on that one. The Shining got rebooted. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - rebooted. I've heard rumors that The Lost Boys is getting rebooted with an all-female cast (are they gonna call it The Lost Girls?).

It is getting a reboot. I saw pics of Pennywise's costume, and if it weren't for the fact that it's a reboot, the costume alone is terrible. The whole idea behind the original was that Tim Curry's costume was meant to make him look bright and happy and fun for the kids. Do you seriously think the dark and evil looking costume in the reboot would have a kid laughing? Hell no! They'd run screaming for the hills!

So why all the disgust for reboots? Because I'm a writer, I suppose. There's no such thing as a 'reboot' or 'remake' in my line of work. That's called plagiarism in my field. And to be honest, that's what frustrates and irritates me when I hear about all of these movies getting reboots. There are literally millions upon millions of stories out there. They aren't all blockbusters, but then neither is every movie. Still, the fact remains that there is seriously no reason the movie industry should ever take away what makes a movie great and lessen it with a reboot when there are so many stories out there that could be made into movies.

Anyway, the whole pics of the new It costume kind of got under my skin and brought a whole circus (pun intended) of thoughts on the movie industry and their reboots, so I thought I'd blog about it. And for those who are wondering, of course I think my fantasy series or paranormal romance trilogy (UPDATE EDIT: Or my latest Urban Fantasy release) would make blockbuster movies. Definitely the Urban Fantasy! Dani is a kick-ass superhero who redefines the traditional superhero mold!

Come on, every author thinks that about their books! 😉

Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Reach For Your Stars

There's a well-known phrase which says nothing worth doing is ever easy. There's another that says no risk, no reward. And I'll even throw in one from the first book in my Paranormal Romance trilogy, The Exiled: When you doubt in yourself, you create the one barrier that is impossible to overcome. The only thing that can stop you from reaching your goals is yourself.
 
Throw those all together, and you have the basis for pretty much anything you want to accomplish. Maybe it's rising up in a company, for example. Or maybe it's taking a dream vacation. It could be something like getting a college degree.
 
The point is, we all have things that are important to us, things that we want to accomplish. Think about it for a minute. Not goals that someone else wants you to do, but things you want to do for yourself. Now look at those phrases again.
 
Whether it's getting that promotion at work, taking that dream vacation, getting that college degree, or some other personal goal, it's something which is important to you. It may seem like a lofty goal, but nothing worth doing is ever easy. It will take hard work, dedication, and not giving up on yourself. Working longer hours. Saving as much as you can for a period of time. Studying on the weekend rather than going out to the club.
 
Those goals can be daunting. Will working harder pay off, or will it go unnoticed? What if something comes up and everything that was saved needs to go for that instead? Will you forget everything you studied when the test is given? Perhaps... but no risk, no reward.
 
No matter what goals you set for yourself, no matter what dreams you want to work for, there are always two initial options. Think of it like buying a scratch ticket. My father always used to say "You can't lose if you don't play!" While that is true, you can't win if you don't play, either. So you can buy that scratch ticket with the understanding that you may win or you may lose. Or you can back down and choose not to take your chances.
 
Taking that second option is the 'safe' route. Not putting in those extra hours. Telling yourself you'll never be able to save enough for that vacation so why bother trying? Thinking that class is your worst subject and you'll probably fail the test anyways so you might as well go out and have fun during the weekend and not bother studying for it.
 
What happens though, is that afterward, in the back of your mind, you'll always wonder what might have happened. Could those extra hours have been noticed and helped you get that promotion instead of someone else? Could you have saved that money up and taken that dream vacation? Could you have aced that test if you had studied all weekend? They're questions that will never be answered because the chance - the risk - was never taken.
 
Think again on those goals you have for yourself. They're worth doing, worth striving for. They won't be easy to reach, but nothing worth doing ever is. They may seem impossible, but no risk... no reward. Don't let those unknowns stop you from trying.
 
And the next time you look in a mirror, think about the goals you want to accomplish. What you'll see isn't just your reflection. What you will see is the one person who can stop you from reaching those goals. When you doubt in yourself, you create the one barrier that is impossible to overcome.
 
No dreams are impossible to achieve. They're like your own stars up in the sky. The first step is easy: Just reach up.
 
 
 

Monday, May 2, 2016

Words, Pages, and Prices

Very recently there was a discussion posted on one of the Author groups I'm a member of. An author had posed a question, saying the book she was currently working on was finished, that it had clocked in at 160k words, and asked if she should split the book - making it 2 books instead of 1.
 
This group of authors is very supportive to each other. We freely ask for advice and opinions among each other, inquire about any successful promoting tools and tactics, share reviews that we've received... the list goes on. And there are always several of us who chime in with answers to those inquiries that are as varied as the genres each of us writes in, give our congrats on those reviews, etc.
 
Many suggested she split the book into 2, saying 160k was too long. Some said leave it. Some took the middle road and said depending on the genre, it could go either way (fantasy books tend to be longer, for example.)
 
I was one who suggested keeping it as one book, reason being that word count should never, NEVER dictate a story... ANY story. I went on to say that it doesn't matter if a story takes 50k words to tell or 200k, that the focus must remain on the story itself.
 
Now, the 'experts' may disagree. I use that term very loosely, because I think a lot of the time when those people are saying a story should remain around 70-80k, or that anything over 100k is 'too long'... they're focused on the wrong thing. They're focused on word count, on a statistic that tells them books in the range of X number of words sell more copies. But a good story isn't defined by word count. A good story is defined by the story itself.
 
The problem with letting word count define a story is if we aim for a certain length, we're already not giving that story our best. We're not giving readers our best. If it ends at 60k (after editing) and the target was aimed for 70k... 10,000 words of 'fluff' which do nothing to add to the story and can often take away from it would have to get added to hit that mark. If it ends at 80k (again, after editing) pieces of the story would have to get cut out in order to hit that mark - once again, taking away from the story.
 
A story is done when it's done. The story defines the word count, not the other way around. To do anything else is not giving either readers or the story what they deserve: the very best. That's my personal opinion from an author's point of view. Others will disagree, and that's perfectly fine. We are all entitled to our opinions on the subject, after all.
 
Another subject that was discussed was from a reader's view. Yes, I'm an author, but I'm just as much a reader. In order to continue to improve at my job, reading is a requirement, one which I love to do. I doubt there is a single author who doesn't love to read.
 
The issue was the number of pages in a book, which is basically word count, but readers don't count words, they count pages. Someone had mentioned that they don't read anything over 300 pages, which was just that person's personal preference when choosing what to read.
 
Here again, the focus is not on the story, but on its length. How many books have been written that are 350, 400, even 500 pages long? Limiting oneself to books of a certain length comes with the possibility that there is a book out there that could very well be a reader's all-time favorite book - but it's never realized because the book exceeds that page length, and thus that enjoyment is never discovered. One of my favorite books is It, by Stephen King, which my wife will most likely frown at me for because... well, clowns. She does not like clowns.
 
Word count for that particular book: 444,414. Number of pages: 1,138.
 
Granted, that's Stephen King, an established (very well established) writer, but the point remains that had I limited myself to page length, I never would have read It, let alone read the book about a dozen times more over the years. Again, this is just my personal opinion and others will disagree, but from a reader's viewpoint, the length of a book doesn't matter. It's the story within those pages that does.
 
Lastly, I'm going to hit a subject that, quite frankly, bothers and frustrates me. It has for some time, and I feel that it's time someone put themselves out in the open, even knowing that the flak and the bullets will likely start flying for talking about it. Regardless, I shall do so because it needs to be talked about: Pricing.
 
Before digital books came about, we only had paperbacks and hardcovers. Trade paperbacks could be picked up for anywhere from $4.99 to $7.99, hardcover books were pricier. That hasn't changed. When digital books came about and indie authors first came onto the field, opening up a plethora of books for readers to enjoy, it wasn't long before a pricing battle began, with the argument coming about that digital books shouldn't be priced the same as paperbacks because there were no printing costs involved. Fair enough, I can certainly agree with that, and I do agree with that.
 
The problem however, is that this thinking has gone far beyond that initial fair argument to the point that people want something for next to nothing. It's inflated to saying  that digital books are overpriced and either shouldn't cost more than $0.99 or they should be free. Why? Because they're digital? Indie authors put just as many hours, pour just as much blood, sweat, and tears into their books as any other author. The fact that those books are available digitally doesn't take any of that away.
 
I'm not saying digital editions should be priced the same as a paperback, because that printing cost is taken out. But saying that digital books shouldn't cost more than $0.99 or should be available for free is essentially saying that  all of the countless hours, the numerous headaches and frustrations, and all of the blood, sweat, and tears that we pour into our work is worthless. And to be perfectly blunt, it's saying we're worthless.
 
What bothers and frustrates me is that people will run to Starbucks to get their daily overpriced latte without batting an eye. They'll hand over the cost of theater tickets and pay the inflated prices of popcorn and snacks. They'll purchase tickets for concerts, ball games, waterparks... the list goes on. All of those things are bought and then consumed, watched, or done within a matter of minutes or a few hours, while reading a digital book can take days or sometimes weeks, since rarely do any of us have time to sit down and read a book from cover to cover. That's days/weeks of entertaining, of bringing readers to new worlds, introducing them to countless characters and firing their imaginations in endless ways. And here's the real blow: the pricing argument that digital books shouldn't cost more than $0.99, when you take a brutally honest look at it, is saying an indie author's hard work - those hundreds of hours, the headaches and frustrations, of pouring everything they can into their books... is worth less than a cup of coffee from Starbucks.
 
Those tickets get thrown in the trash. Those lattes and coffees don't care if they're enjoyed. But authors do care. We write our stories because we want to entertain others. We want to fire readers' imaginations. That's our job. We put in those long hours, we give our blood and sweat and tears for readers in order to be as good as we can be at our job without hesitation - because our readers deserve our very best. For us, our readers are worth everything that we go through in order to entertain them.
 
Everyone wants to be appreciated at their jobs, no matter what those jobs are. Sure, with any job the occasional mistake happens. And for the most part, every worker does better at their job when the work they do is appreciated. Usually that appreciation is shown with promotions, raises, even simple 'Nice Going!' paper awards.
 
 
Authors are no different. We make the occasional mistake, be it a typo or a missed punctuation. Personally, I'm an extreme perfectionist when it comes to my writing, to the point of it probably being considered obsessive because I want my work to be as close to perfect as possible. It's an impossible goal, as nothing is perfect, but I reach for it nonetheless - because my readers are worth striving for perfection. I'm not joking when I confess to uploading an update to one of my books about a year ago to fix a single typo I came across from one of the first books I wrote that Word's grammar checker hadn't caught - a single word which said truck instead of trunk. Yes, I actually uploaded an update that fixed a typo - a single letter changed in the entire 87k novel. If that's not the definition of obsessive perfectionism, I don't know what is.
 
We don't get promotions. Our job title begins as 'author' and no matter how many books we write, it remains 'author'. We don't get raises. If a book is priced at $3.99, it doesn't automatically go up with the 100th sale of that book, and unless we change it ourselves (which when we do, it's usually dropping the price, not raising it), it remains constant. The appreciation we get comes in the form of reviews that readers occasionally leave. Sometimes they're good, sometimes not. That's the nature of the job... we can't please everyone, and we don't expect to. But we look forward to those reviews nonetheless. I'm sure most authors will agree that they wish more readers posted honest, thoughtful reviews of their books. Sometimes the appreciation comes from emails that readers take the time to send us, and from the comments they leave on our Author pages. All of those things can turn our worse day around in a heartbeat.
 
Anyways, back to getting the flak attack and hail of bullets about the whole pricing thing. Look, I'm not saying digital books should be overpriced. $2.99-$4.99 per book is a fair price, perhaps a bit cheaper if it's less than novel length (50k words). Short stories that are like 10 pages long - yeah, those I agree should fall under that $0.99 price. Bundled packs are out there too, which put 2 or more books into a single digital set, with a lot of those basically at a 'Buy 2 Get One Free' price.
 
But that argument that digital books are 'overpriced' and should be $0.99 or free has made many authors put their hard work at that price point. Mostly because they feel they have to price it there in order to hope to have any chance whatsoever to get noticed. While the initial argument began as a fair observation about cheaper prices due to digital books not having printing costs, it's become a 'get something for nothing or next to nothing.' Fair price used to be $3.99-$4.99, then it dropped to $2.99, then $1.99. Now it's gotten to $0.99.
 
 
So here's the hard truth. For a book that's priced at $2.99 on Amazon, the author receives a bit over $2 (70% royalty). Anything priced less than that (even dropping a single penny to $2.98) and the royalty amount an author receives from a sale is cut in half, to 35%. So that whole 'digital books shouldn't cost more than $0.99' argument means that an author who's poured hundreds of hours of labor into a book that they set at that price gets about $0.35 per sale.
 
So what, right? Well, in a nutshell, it means that when an author prices a book at $0.99, they have to sell 7 copies for every 1 copy if they were to price it fairly at $2.99. And that's not factoring in all of the extra expenses that come with the job - like cover design, editors, and running ads to let people know that work is out there. The writing part is easy, compared to trying to promote ourselves and our work. When you look at any other job, I seriously doubt a single person would want to be told they have to do 7 times the work in order to make their hourly wage or salaried pay that they have now.
 
Authors give up far more than I think people realize, but we do it willingly because our readers mean that much to us. And yet, for all of our hard work, for all of our efforts to give nothing but our best to our readers, the argument that digital books are overpriced and shouldn't cost more than $0.99 coldly reminds us that despite doing everything we can to give readers their next favorite stories, we're less important than a cup of coffee from Starbucks.


 
 
 

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

The Dawn is Coming... Mistral Dawn!!



I love getting the opportunity to help out fellow authors. So when Mistral Dawn asked if anyone would like to help her get word out about her upcoming release, I jumped at the chance. I love this girl (in a purely plutonic way). She is always willing to help out other authors, and she's an awesome writer herself! So it is my great pleasure to help her plug her upcoming release. Take it away, Mistral!!
 
 
 
Hey Everyone!!! :-)

 Guess what? It's finally here!!  Rainbow Dreams is now available for preorder from the following merchants:

 




 

What's it about?  I'm glad you asked!  Here's the blurb:

 

Have you ever had a terrible secret you didn't want anyone to know? Petri does and it may get her killed. Life is hard on Upworld, especially for the residents of Under City, and it's even harder for those who don't fit in. Petri has alway been different and now those differences may cost her life. Her one hope is to leave the only home she's ever known while evading the mob that's calling for her blood. But Petri has never been outside of her sector of Under City, never mind off the planet. And the laws of Upworld forbid people like her from leaving. Will Petri overcome the odds and make good her escape? Maybe...with a little help from her friends.

Sound interesting?  Good!  And get a load of that cover!!!  It's courtesy of the FANTABULOUS Julie Nicholls!!  If you'd like to see more of her incredible work, check out her website here:
 

 

I also want to let you all know about an Amazon Giveaway I'm running for Captivated By The Winter King.  It's free to enter!  Rainbow Dreams won't be released until April 19th, so in the meantime you can get your sexy romance fix with some dreamy Fae! ;-)
 


 
Okay, okay, I know, enough stalling.  If you're as excited as I am about this story, I know you're all ready for a peek:
 

Rainbow Dreams Chapter One Excerpt

 

Lightning bolts of fire and ice shot up and down Petri's spine as she moved over the human man on the bed. Her short, slender body bowed with the sensations that washed over her. His lust was like a fountain of cold water on a hot day, and she was parched. It had been too long; she needed this. Desperately.

Looking down at him as she slid her body onto his straining cock, she smiled. This client had wanted to be blindfolded; he said he enjoyed the mystery. There was more mystery in Petri than most humans would know what to do with, so that was fine with her. With him blindfolded, she didn't need to be careful to keep her own eyes shut. This was going to be a good feed, and there was no way she could have kept her eyes from glowing.

The man moaned in pleasure. Being fed upon felt as good for humans as feeding did for Petri. None of her clients knew she sipped from their energy, their life force, when she fucked them. All they knew was that she was one hell of a talented dolly. A win-win for all involved.

This client was a regular; Petri had shown him many times how good it could be with her. Some of her regulars came to crave her, almost like the dream dust that was sold in the club below. They were guaranteed repeat business, and she always made sure to show them a good time. After all, that was her job.

The energy of the man's lust filled Petri as she glided up and down on top of him. She shivered. It was renewing, rejuvenating. She couldn't get enough. A few grains of dust remained on his upper lip as evidence of his earlier indulgence in some of the chemical delights that were available at Abracadabra.

It was clear her client was high long before Petri started feeding. Before she blindfolded him, she had noted the man's dilated pupils and the flush of pleasure on his face. She had no doubt the management of Abracadabra would go to great lengths to make sure he received the maximum enjoyment possible during his visit. There was a reason it was the hottest nightclub in this part of Under City.

The club specialized in hedonism in all its forms. Drugs of every description, games, gambling, and other, darker pleasures could be found within its walls. House dollies, little more than sex slaves, waited to fulfill the customers' every desire. Freelance dollies, like Petri, rented space to ply their trade as well. The house allowed it because the dollies offered the club's clientele more variety and were motivated to attract business. Once a patron had satisfied their lust, they often wandered downstairs in search of other entertainments.

Leaning down, Petri pressed her cat-like mouth to her client's lips in a sizzling kiss. Their tongues tangled as he responded, and she undulated her hips against his, faster and faster. The drugs he had consumed tainted his energy, giving Petri a pleasant buzz. She never took dust herself since it interfered with her ability to control her power, but she enjoyed the effect when one of her johns indulged. As their sex intensified, Petri drank deeper, swallowing down the man's whimpers and sighs of ecstasy as she swallowed his desire.

Lost in the haze of feeding for the first time in days, Petri didn't realize it at first when the man suddenly went still underneath her. His penis remained stiff and eager inside her, and she continued to ride it, draining his energy. It was only when the cold, clamminess of his skin penetrated the pleasurable trance she often sank into when feeding that she realized that she had gone too far. Her heart skipped a beat.

Swinging her leg over him, she clambered off his body and knelt beside him on the bed. She grabbed his shoulder, shaking him, but there was no response. He was as still and cold as death.

Petri's breath froze in her chest as she tried to suppress her rising panic. She slapped him, hard, across his face, trying to provoke a response. There was nothing. Leaning down, she put her ear against his chest, listening for something, anything. Any sign that a spark of life remained in the man. She wasn't sure, but she thought she might have heard a faint fluttering within.

Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and put her hands on his chest, fingers splayed. She had never done this before, but her instincts said it might work. The process of drawing energy from others had come automatically when she reached physical maturity. It was as natural as breathing to her. But reversing the flow of energy… That was something else altogether. She forced herself to focus; all she could do was try.

Reaching down into the well of energy within her, Petri tried to snag a wisp of it. It was like trying to catch fog. Gritting her teeth, she concentrated and managed to grab a small piece of the mist and tease it up, out of herself and back into the man. It flowed at a slow trickle, but it did flow. The man took a deep breath and Petri slumped in relief.

Before she could stop him, or even turn away, the man reached up and snatched the blindfold from his face. When he saw her glowing eyes, he shrieked, "Mgeni!"

Petri swore. She knew she didn't have much time. Sitting up, she sucker-punched her client hard in his stomach. The man folded over, clutching his gut, just like she knew he would. As her former client coughed and wheezed, Petri scrambled into her tight, red mini-dress and stiletto pumps and clambered out the window. She couldn't risk trying to make it through the crowded club below; she needed to be gone before the man recovered enough to sound the alarm.

 
 
Whoo! I guess she's in some trouble!  Want to find out what happens next?  Reserve your copy today so you'll get it without delay on the 19th! ;-)  Thank you all for stopping by today and for your interest in my first foray into the sci-fi genre!!  Have an awesome rest of the week!


 

Friday, April 8, 2016

The BORGman Collective


This won't be a long blog, so I hope you'll take the few minutes to read it. I try to do what I can to help support other authors, causes, charities, local area fundraisers... just to name a few. On April 30, 2016, I'll be taking part in Walk MS: Marshfield. And I would like to ask for your support.
 
 
Having been diagnosed with MS myself late last year, this is something that I am doing - not only because it's a for a good cause, but because I know personally how it has affected both myself and those closest to me. There is no cure for MS. Much of the disease is not even understood because of how randomly it effects those of us who have it. How random? Anywhere from a few months to ten years or more between 'fits' as we call them.
 
It's a waiting game, more or less. You wake up every morning and go about your day as you always do, but in the back of your mind, there's the thought: Is today the day another fit is going to strike?
 
I found out I had MS rather brutally. What started with tingling in my fingers one day, which I initially assumed had been because I had simply slept weird, spread to my palms within a day. A few days later, my left leg went dead. I literally had to drag it around. Walking was nearly impossible. It lasted for almost a month before the fit ended and I could walk normally again. For now.
 
You see, there are several different forms of MS that have been discovered. Mine happens to be Progressive Relapsing MS. The simple explanation for PRMS is that it gets progressively worse with each recurring fit. Which means the next time it hits, it will likely be as bad or worse than the last fit. Each fit leaves a permanent scar on the brain, kind of like a sick, demented 'I was here' tag. The MRI that I had done revealed that it had not been the first fit for me - it had been the seventh. 
 
So I'm taking part in Walk MS: Marshfield while I can, because the next time it hits, I may not get the use of my leg back, or worse. No one - not even my specialist, who has studied and devoted the last twenty years of his life to studying the disease and trying to understand it - knows what will happen.
 
MS is like lightning during a thunderstorm. Others like me who have MS know the lightning will strike, but none of us know when, or what will be affected. That's what makes it such a difficult disease, not only for us but for our loved ones. 
 
My wife, Nyki, has formed a team of us who will be walking on April 30, 2016 in Marshfield, WI. As I'm a Star Trek geek, I came up with our team name, The BORGman Collective (I thought it was rather clever!)
We would like to raise funds for the National MS Society, which is what this walk is for. Any donation you make goes directly to them.
 
From left to right:
DeAnna, Michael, Jhessica, Scott, and Nyki Borgman
Here is the link, which will take you to the team page:
 
 
I hope you will make a donation, no matter what amount, and help spread the word. Bloggers: please reblog. Tweeters: please blast the Twitterverse. Facebookers: please click that share button.
 
As an author, my job is to bring out the emotions of my readers. I hope I have succeeded in that endeavor with this blog. Thank you everyone.


All My Best,

Scott A. Borgman