Gillian Bronte Adams

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When Destiny Comes Calling—A Serial Story

June 6, 2014 by Gillian Bronte Adams 20 Comments

I’ve enjoyed our Friday Fantasy Reflections posts, but I thought I might try something new for this summer. This idea has been nagging at the back of my mind for some time lately, but I finally decided to make it happen. So this summer, every Friday, I intend to post the next installment of a serial “short-ish” story for your enjoyment …

Nothing serious. Nothing edited or polished. Just something fun I’m scribbling on as the mood strikes me. A fun mash-up of something reminiscent of the early to mid eighteen hundreds with cannons and firearms, as well as magic and common fairy tale/fantasy tropes.

But that’s not it. Not only do you get to read it, you get to help decide what happens. Yep. You heard right. Feel the power! Curious how it will work? Read Installment One below!

Destiny - 1

When Destiny comes calling, it’s usually best to open the door.

Promptly.

So Alexander Mitus Scott Beauford III discovered when the passionate ringing of the doorbell disturbed his contemplation of the inner workings of a cannon. With a sigh, he set aside his wrench and pliers and slid out from beneath the twelve pounder, smacking his forehead on the barrel as he tried to sit up. Clutching his head, he stumbled to his feet and nearly tripped over a ramrod. He surveyed the stain damage to his trousers and white shirt, and the cannon parts strewn across the wood floor of the study from the paneled door to the base of Father’s massive desk.

The mess was unavoidable. One could not become a militaristic genius without a considerable amount of chaos and destruction. But that did not mean Mother would be pleased. The Baroness of Midsig could spot a speck of dirt on the floor from a dozen yards away. And to say the study floor was filthy might be putting it mildly.

The doorbell shrilled again. Alexander swiped grimy hands across the knees of his trousers, shoved the flapping ends of his shirt into his belt, and muscled into his waistcoat and jacket. It wouldn’t do for the son of the Baron of Midsig to answer the door in his shirt sleeves. Then again, he shouldn’t be answering the door at all. Good servants might not be hard to come by here in the center of the realm, but they were certainly hard to keep. He denied any part in orchestrating the mass desertions that took place nearly monthly from the servants’ quarters, but truth be told, he was scarce sorry to see the servants go. Most of them simply got in the way of important things like research.

Alexander made it halfway down the front hallway before noticing his stockinged feet and the hole over his right big toe. Shoes … shoes … of course, he would have left them in the study with the cannon. Typical.

The doorbell rang a third time. A long, drawn-out buzz.

Alexander scuffed his stockinged feet against the floor. No time to go back for his shoes now. “I’m coming! I’m coming! Hold your horses!” He flung the door open and poked his head out to see a tall woman in a fitted, steel-gray dress, standing on the stoop with a notebook and pen in hand and a disapproving expression on her face.

“Is this—” she consulted the notebook—“Is this the home of Baron and Barroness Midsig and their son Alexander Mitus Scott Beauford III?

Alexander eased the door closed just a tad to conceal his shoeless state. “It is. Can I help you?”

The woman adjusted her spectacles, staring down her pointed nose at him. “That is the question, isn’t it? Ready or not, chosen or not, incompetent fool or not, I suppose we shall see. Follow me.” She brushed down her already smooth skirts and glided down the manor house steps.

Alexander paused on the stoop. “Wait … what? I don’t understand? What’s this about? Who are you?”

The woman swung back around, graceful as a bird on the wing. “Your kind call me Destiny.”

So of course, Alexander Mitus Scott Beauford III did what any reasonable person would do when confronted with such a statement. He …

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What did Alexander do? Help me decide by picking your favorite of the three options below and voting in the comments. Thanks!

1) Smiled politely and slammed the door shut on Miss Destiny’s primly upturned nose.

2) Stammered an incoherent reply and beat a hasty retreat to the study where there were enough firearms on display that he should be able to defend himself against the attacks of any number of insane persons.

3) Swiped his hands on his trousers again, took a deep breath, and pulled his cloak from the hook by the door and his dueling pistols and sword from the umbrella stand. “Right,” he said. “Let’s be off.”

Tune in next Friday to see your vote determine the course of the next installment.

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Guest Post: Sensational Descriptions

May 29, 2014 by Gillian Bronte Adams 2 Comments

As I mentioned in my last post, summer has begun, which means my job has kicked into high gear. Something that usually results in a Sleeping Beauty-esque hibernation effect on this blog. But not today! [Insert inspiring speech reminiscent of Aragorn’s “But it is not this day!” complete with horse rearing and sword brandishing.] Today, I am beyond thrilled to bring you a guest post from S.J. Aisling, author of The Chateran Series. **** Have you ever wondered how to craft descriptions into a scene to make it stand out as vivid in the readers’ mind as if they were actually there? The key is to write in a manner than engages the five senses. This challenge may seem monumental at first, but by stockpiling sensory ‘imprints’ for you to insert into your writing and a bit of practice it can easily become second nature.

What is a sensory ‘imprint’ and how do I make one?

First, decide which of the five senses (sight, smell, touch, taste, or sound) you will start with. If needed, close your eyes or listen to music on earphones to block out other sensory stimuli to help you concentrate. Then take a minute or so and just focus on that one sensory aspect of the area you’re in. Sight: tab any special landmarks such as unique or famous buildings, what makes the natural setting unique, and lighting (both sources, and how it moves/reflects/shine through your surroundings. What things would locals point out in describing this area to a stranger? Smell: breathe deep for a while, taking note of which smells you catch first, and which ones take you some time to distinguish. Touch: is probably the easiest sense to focus on, as (unless you’re in a zero-gravity room) you are always in physical contact with something – what does it feel like to move against the surfaces around you? How is the air shifting, and what is the temperature? Taste: is a piece of cake (literally) when you’re eating, but it can be a factor in non-meal-related scenes, too; some smells can actually be tasted. See if there are any in the area, and breathe through your mouth for a few breaths. Even if you don’t eat anything while in this area, mentioning what kinds of food present there can add a lot to a scene. Sound: list repeated noises that form an auditory ‘backdrop’, and those that occur less often but are nonetheless individual or usual in the setting you’re in. While you’re focusing on each sense in turn, pause to write down your observations once in a while. But do not use the first words that pop into your head if you can help it. Download a thesaurus app on your smartphone if you have too, by all means – anything to help you avoid clichés. (Because the cliché is what most people’s minds jump to when describing and labeling things.) One thing I’ve found helpful in crafting creative descriptions is trying to describe one sensation by using another. For example: ~ What color is the scent? (Sight to describe smell) ~ What textures could describe a particular flavor? I.e. gritty, smooth, plush, etc. (Touch to describe taste) You now have a mental (and hardcopy, if you do take notes) ‘diary entry’ or ‘imprint’ of what your senses picked up in the area you are in. Ta-da! Fodder for sensory descriptions! Now, when you come across a situation that reminds you of a scene you’ve written or want to write, take a moment to gather an ‘imprint’, and then use the sensations you gather to flesh out the descriptions. Which leads me on to the next part of this process…

How do I practice?

By writing. Just like with using silverware, riding a bike, or dancing, learning how to write scenes that engage a reader’s senses takes time and immersion in the process. When you’re next writing, pay attention to highlight the sights, sounds, smells, feeling, and tastes of the scene you are working on. Do not run through these as if they were a laundry list at the beginning of the scene, however. Begin with a few descriptions that are the strongest representations of the setting, to give readers a foundation to begin imagining the scene with. The rich scent of freshly turned earth mingled with the overarching odor of animals and manure, all intensified by the sun heat that radiated off the road and up against my calves. From over the fields the gentle wind carried the grinding whir of machinery, and it toyed with my hair, lifting strands off my sweaty forehead. With just the two above sentences, the reader is treated to the initial sensation of being outdoors at a farm in the middle of summer without describing every aspect of the scene. Throughout the action and dialogue you can sprinkle more descriptions in – the whir of doves flying from the loft of the barn, the way the gravel road crunches underfoot, and the earthy flavor of dust grit in your mouth. This builds the realism without being overbearing. You do not, however, need to describe everything. Leaving room for the readers’ imagination to fill in the gaps with memories of similar real-life experiences allows the scene to become more personal and real to them than mounds of information ever could.So take heart! Building vivid descriptions that will tickle your readers’ senses isn’t really that hard – just practice observation and your writing craft, and you’re halfway there. ~~~ Self B&W Stacia Joy is the author and illustrator of the newly released fantasy Becoming the Chateran (Book One of The Chateran Series). When not writing or obsessing over art, she spends her days immersed in numerous pastimes that include archery, Irish dancing, playing the folk harp, reading history and researching off-beat topics like medieval medicine, and tossing helpless people as inspiration into her books. For years now she has been struggling with a bad case of sesquipedalianism, and can also be found nosing into almost anything or brushing up on her nearly-fluent sarcasm. Join Stacia Joy at her blog every Thursday for a delve into the art and agony of writing, a new book cover design, sneak peaks and backstories via Creating the Chateran, or book reviews! Book One Cover You can find her on Facebook, Twitter, Wattpad, Pinterest, and DeviantART. You can find Becoming the Chateran on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Goodreads. Ask for it at your local bookstore!   Thanks, Stacia, for stopping by! It was a pleasure to host you on the blog today!

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: Books, Fantasy, Summer

Orphan’s Song–Good News on the Publishing Front

May 19, 2014 by Gillian Bronte Adams 24 Comments

For the past several days, I’ve been practically bursting to share some news with y’all. And yet, each time I fingered the keys and started typing this post, something held me back. By the time you read this, I will probably have scrapped and rewritten multiple drafts only to pause at the very end with my cursor hovering over the “publish” button at least a dozen different times before finally summoning enough courage to release my news to the world. It is good news, actually. Thrilling news! You see, the Song of Leira trilogy found a publisher! (Thrilling, right? Cue whooping and hollering and dancing all around!) The first book, Orphan’s Song, is slotted to release Fall 2014 from Marcher Lord Press! Many of my favorite books and authors are with Marcher Lord Press, so it’s an honor and a thrill to join the “team.” DSCN2251edited It’s been a long journey from start to finish, and it’s not over yet. There were many times along the way where I was temped to lose heart and wonder how I—an ordinary gal from Texas—could have been insanely confident enough to venture into the unknown wilds of the publishing world and expect to return with a contract! To be sure, I had plenty of help and encouragement along the way, and an incredible agent in Amanda Luedeke! More news will be forthcoming soon. I’m about to dive into the busiest time of my year, and I’m also pounding furiously at the keys trying to work on book two of the trilogy, but I will try to keep y’all updated as we reach the important milestones prior to the book’s release. For now, to find out more about the series, check out the Song of Leira page. (Be sure to stop by and meet the characters too!)

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The Fiddler’s Tune – A Short Story

May 17, 2014 by Gillian Bronte Adams 14 Comments

The Fiddler's Tune, Gillian Bronte Adams, Of Battles Dragons and Swords of Adamant, fantasy, short story “The ragged man lifted his fiddle, cradled it beneath his chin, and laid the bow on the strings. A deep note rang out—an agonized groan. It struck Maria to the heart and left her gasping for breath. On and on it wailed, that single note encapsulating pure pain, suffering, and loss.” (Read more …) Some of you may recall this short story. I had an earlier version posted on my blog last year, though I took it down for editing a little while back and ended up submitting the new and improved story to a contest. In fact, if you would like to read the rest of the story, you can head over to the contest page and read it there. And if the story strikes home—and you’re feeling especially kindly—give the story a thumbs up or share it with your friends, family … even your enemies. I would certainly appreciate it. You see, The Fiddler’s Tune has a sort of death grip on my heart. I jotted down snippets of the story for about a year before I dared to write it. And it’s only a thousand words long! It may not be my usual type of action and adventure story, full of perilous battles where brave deeds await, but it’s a story with heart—my heart—written into it. It’s about what happens when you allow others to direct your life instead of Christ; about who we listen to and what we allow to influence our actions. But more than that, it’s the story of a girl. A girl who pursues her gifts and passions purely for the love of doing … until the accolades she receives begin to go to her head and she strives instead to please those around her. And slowly, the joy and beauty fade from her work. As a writer, I find I face this same problem when the temptation comes to write to please others, to write for the market, to write what I expect others will want to hear, instead of writing for the joy of writing, or using my gift well in order to bring honor to the One who gave it. In a way, The Fiddler’s Tune is my story. But it’s not mine alone. It belongs to everyone who has ever felt the crushing pressure of the world to become something different, to conform to a different image or pattern, or to use their gifts to achieve honor and fame until they feel more like curses than blessings. This story can be your story too as you, like Maria, dance to the fiddler’s tune. “Eyes closed, arms lifted, hair and scarf flying in joyous abandon, Maria danced upon the village green like a morning wind breathed upon the world.” Follow this link to read the short story … and if you like, cast your vote in favor of The Fiddler’s Tune: A Short Story.

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Fantasy Reflections: Portals

May 16, 2014 by Gillian Bronte Adams 21 Comments

Growing up, I was always daydreaming about portals to distant lands—magic doorways that could take you to new and wondrous places full of adventure and excitement where brave deeds awaited heroes. We didn’t have any wardrobes in my house, but we did have a good number of closets as well as one of those little attic access doors in my bedroom. I can’t tell you how much time I spent cramped in ridiculously small places, hoping beyond hope that this time it would work. The door would magically open, and I would find myself in Narnia, Middle Earth, or some new fantastic world. Inevitably, the door would open. But instead of seeing myself hailed as a hero by the poor and enslaved of whatever fantasy world I found myself in, I would see my mom with a stack of clean towels in her arms, or my sister coming to ask me to play.  And so with a reluctant sigh, I would emerge to the real world and softly close the door behind me, lingering just before releasing the knob in the hopes that the magical world might yet still appear through the crack. Today’s Fantasy Reflection is about … you guess it … portals! Magic doorways. World traveling. Fantasy Reflections 15 When I dreamed of traveling to the fantasy realms, it never bothered me that most fantasy realms seemed to be in a constant state of upheaval, embroiled in a ferocious battle between good and evil while their armies laid waste to the countryside. Now I must admit that there are some places it’s a lot of fun to read about … but I might have second thoughts before choosing to drop in for a month’s visit. Still, if I were gifted with the ability, I would travel to Middle Earth without a moment’s hesitation. Some worlds are worth the danger. Some fights are worth the risk. I would not want to enter the Final Empire from Brandon Sanderson’s Mistborn Trilogy. It wouldn’t be so bad during the events of books one and two … especially if I just happened to discover hitherto dormant Mistborn abilities. But knowing my luck, I would wind up stranded in the Final Empire smack-dab in the middle of the climax of the events of book three, and that is something I would prefer to avoid. How about you? Which fantasy realm would you visit first? And which fantasy realm would  you never wish to enter? As always, answer in the comments! Feel free to pin or share the picture, post, or question elsewhere online to continue the discussion—all I ask is that you link back to this original post. Thanks!

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Fantasy Advertisements

May 15, 2014 by Gillian Bronte Adams 9 Comments

I really wanted to come up with some sort of a witty title for this post, but in that regard wit unfortunately proved elusive. Still, there is something to be said for being straight to the point. Something of a rarity for me … but I digress. Writing that post about dragons—Fire Inside the Mountain—a few weeks back set me to thinking, especially once I discovered that Craigslist listing for a dragon slayer. Brilliant, wasn’t it? I couldn’t help imagining some of the crazy things you would see listed if internet ads existed in any of the fantasy realms. So I thought I would explore some of the options … Wanted: Prince Charming, Gillian Bronte Adams, Of Battles Dragons and Swords of Adamant, fantasy Just smells of intrigue doesn’t it? I rather suspect a situation similar to that in The Ordinary Princess, where the King and Queen were so desperate to marry off their daughter, they actually discussed hiring a dragon to take her captive in the hopes that some dashing young prince would come rushing to the rescue and be forced to marry her! How about this one? Wanted: Burglar, Gillian Bronte Adams, Of Battles Dragons and Swords of Adamant, the Hobbit Pretty sure I would have answered that advertisement. Not sure what that says about me though … Wanted: Rumplestiltskin, Gillian Bronte Adams, Of Battles Dragons and Swords of Adamant Any educated guesses as to which fairy tale character might have placed this services advertisement? I guarantee you won’t want to hire this fellow. Turns out a “guarantee of future trade” is generally not such a good deal. We’re barely scraping the tip of the iceberg here! What are some fun fantasy/fairy tale advertisements you can think of?

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