a writing contest for Mark Lawrence's Liar's Key and a brief interview with me

I am joining Mark Lawrence, Myke Cole, T.O. Munro, David Jackson, and Marc Aplin (of the Fantasy Faction blog) in judging the Liar's Key Writing Contest. For those of you who follow me on a regular basis, you know I did this last year, which is like last century in Internet time. However, I remember it was a lot of fun so when Mark asked me to participate this year, I didn't hesitate to say yes. Several of the contestants put their best writing chops forward, and after a winner was chosen, we went back and provided a few critiques of the finalists and told them what worked for us and what didn't.

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writing contests and author photographs

Two cool things are going on around the interwebs this week:

A Writing Contest: Bloody Cake News is hosting a writing contest to help Mark Lawrence spread the good word about his newest novel, Prince of Fools.

Six authors will be judging the entries: Mark Lawrence, T.O. Munro, Snorri Kristjansson, Daniel Polansky, Luke Scull, and me. Entries have already begun to pour in, so go over to Bloody Cake News and see what the competition looks like. You have got until April 1, 2014 to give us your best three hundred words ... make them count.

[Edited to add: my flash fiction, Comes the Night, was only 231 words. You can do it!]

Authors on Author Photos: M.L. Brennan asked a bunch of us what we really thought about author photos. I'm over at her place this week along with authors Jason Hough, Delilah Dawson, Django Wexler, Elspeth Cooper, Stephen Blackmore, Mazarkis Williams, and Zachary Jernigan. We discuss the dreaded author photograph and what these pictures mean to us.

In other things, I'm busy with my latest work and will be around sporadically.

Stay out of trouble.

Yeah, I'm talking to you.

Gender Bending Entry #5 by S.A. Daniels

Some of you have questioned whether we (the authors) are deliberately trying to trick you, so for the record:

Several authors submitted pieces they had lying around. I asked only that they choose something that would not easily be identified with their writing style. Fans can easily pick up on an author's voice, and since several of the authors are very well known, I didn't want people recognizing specific writing styles.

When an author didn't have something lying around, they wrote a piece just for this blog, primarily because we knew that once it hit the interwebs, it would become a freebie for everyone.

We took a brief hiatus for the holidays; however, I'm back now and will be running posts until we reach the end of the contest. Please keep your comments focused on the question at hand.

As always, please don't break my website.

Here we go ...

READ THIS FIRST: The rules and the prizes. Your mission: comment on whether you believe the author of this excerpt is male or female.

Untitled by S.A. Daniels

The woman in the doorway of the small grocery leveled an uncertain frown at us as we crossed the street. Brown hair heavily streaked with gray had been pulled back into a stubby ponytail. Her denim capris looked to be about a size too small, but her dark blue t-shirt—emblazoned with Mirelle’s Grocery on the upper left—was large enough to hang halfway down her thighs. “Sabina Moore?” I asked as soon as I was on the sidewalk.

“That’s me,” she replied. Sweat dotted her upper lip, and her complexion seemed pallid. Maybe what I’d taken earlier as a disapproving frown was more a grimace of anxiety and upset. “You wanna talk to me about the dead man?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said. “I’m Detective Alan Taylor, and this is Detective Rick O’Cull.”

A frown puckered her forehead. “I already told the other cops what I saw.” She lifted her chin toward St. Cyr and Simpson.

“We’d like to hear your account for ourselves,” O’Cull said, tone friendly and soothing. “We only need a few minutes of your time.”

She looked him over, seemed to be satisfied with what she saw. Clean cut, kind smile. Nice-looking with dark hair and blue eyes. O’Cull could be a tight-ass neat freak, but he knew how to charm a witness. “Sure, that’s fine,” she said then glanced over at me. “Sure,” she repeated, though this time she didn’t sound as if she was.

“Why don’t we go inside,” I suggested, partly because I didn’t want to conduct an interview out on the sidewalk, and mostly because I could feel the air-conditioned air flowing out around her, and I hated sweating this early in the morning.

She turned and entered the store, the denim between her thighs hissing with each step she took toward the front check-out stand. “There’s an office but there ain’t no room for all of us in there,” she said, looking back at us as we followed her in. “Barely enough room for me,” she added with a wheezing laugh. “I hope y’all are okay with standing out here.”

“That’s fine,” I replied. It wasn’t an issue since there was no one else in the store yet. “Can you tell us what happened this morning?”

She blew out her breath, crossed her meaty arms over her breasts as she leaned back against the counter. “I live about half a mile from here—walk here every day. No car,” she explained, looking to O’Cull. He gave her a sympathetic nod and she continued. “I always cut through the alley, but today I come out of there and the first thing I saw was that man lying sprawled on his back.” Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. “I didn’t touch him, ’cause I saw all the blood. I could see he was dead. I called nine one one and then came right over here.” She uncrossed her arms and spread her hands. “And that’s pretty much it.”

“Did you see anyone else in the alley or the parking lot?” O’Cull asked.

“No. Just me.”

“Have you ever seen that man before?”

Her lips pressed together as she considered. “No. Don’t think so. And I know that car wasn’t in the lot when I left last night.”

“And what time was that?” he asked.

“Nine o’clock.”

I looked toward the door, then back to her. “Ms. Moore, the hours on the door say that the grocery closes at ten.”

She swallowed, gave a jerky nod. “I wasn’t feeling too good, and there was no one here so I closed up early.”

“I see. The hours also say you open at five a.m. Yet you didn’t call nine one one until after six.”

A droplet of sweat snaked down her temple. “I was running late. I was still feeling bad. I ain’t been sleeping too good.” She gulped and hunched her shoulders. “I was running late,” she muttered.

I gave her a reassuring smile. She looked anything but reassured.

“One more question, Ms. Moore,” O’Cull said gently. She yanked her attention to him like a drowning man seizing a life buoy. “Do you always work from five a.m. until ten p.m. here?”

Some of the tension left her, and she shook her head. “No, the owner—Mirelle Jefferson—she works the mornings most of the time, but her daughter just had a baby, and she’s in Mississippi for a few days.”

“I see,” he said. He glanced my way, and I gave him a slight shake of my head to let him know I didn’t have any other questions. “Ms. Moore, we appreciate your time.” He pulled a business card from his notebook and handed it to her. “If you think of anything else that you think might aid our investigation, please give me a call.”

She took the card, gave him a weak smile. She didn’t look my way.

We left the grocery, closed the door behind us. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Sabina Moore flip the sign over to Open. “You think she was telling the truth about why she didn’t call until after six?” O’Cull asked.

I nodded. “It would have still been dark at five a.m., and there aren’t any lights in that lot. I don’t think she’d have seen the body that early.”

He considered that for a few seconds. “That makes sense. Good thing she was feeling sick, I guess.”

I didn’t answer. Sabina Moore probably felt sick because she was going to have a fatal heart attack in the next couple of days. Sabina Moore needed to see a doctor as soon as possible, because if she did so, it would very likely save her life. But I didn’t turn around to tell her to go see her doctor. I didn’t go back and give her some story about how I had a aunt who’d had a heart attack and how she’d felt tired and sick too, how she’d had the same sallow expression and tremor in her hands.

I had rules about that sort of thing.

I continued across the street and didn’t look back at Sabina Moore. I knew she was still watching me—like the rabbit watches the coyote to make sure it’s really leaving, to be certain that it’s found other prey.

It was almost a relief to return to the comforting peace of the dead man.

Worldwide giveaway of Miserere at Iris Rushdan's blog!

Along with an interview with me. Iris had some really cool questions for me, and I had a blast answering them. I'm not going to give anything away here, but if you want a chance to win an autographed copy of Miserere: An Autumn Tale, go to Iris' blog and comment on Debut Author: Teresa Frohock to win. The contest begins today and ends on Friday!

cover art, contest winners, and whatnot

I've had a few questions spring up in various places and since I'm starting to see some repeats (also in various places), I thought I'd address a few of them here in one place:

Q -When will the winners for the blog tour contest be announced?

If you entered flash fiction in the blog tour contest, check back next week. We will announce winners sometime on Monday August 1. Precisely when we will announce the winners will rest primarily on the shoulders of US Air and whether they have me safely home at a reasonable time on Sunday.

Q - What about winners for the other giveaways?

Some of them have already been contacted, and I have another giveaway that does not time out until tonight. So rather than three or four blog posts, I thought I would do one and the winners will be announced soon, either tomorrow or Monday. A lot depends on my schedule and how long it takes me to transfer meds and other liquids into tiny TSA approved bottles before Friday. Tedious, true, but that's the way life works sometimes.

Q - Who did the art work and layout for Miserere?

Michael C. Hayes did the cover art for Miserere, and the good folks at Night Shade Books did the rest. Rebecca Silvers came up with the awesome cover design, and Amy Popovich did the equally beautiful interior layout and design. In my humble opinion, they came up with a stellar package for me, and I just put the words on the pages.

Q - Were you self-published before finding a publisher for Miserere?

No. While I have many online friends who choose to self-publish for their own reasons, I have never tried to self-publish. It wasn't the route toward publication that I wanted to take for a variety of personal reasons. To the best of my knowledge, Night Shade Books does not accept unsolicited manuscripts. My best advice is to go to their web site and check out their submission guidelines.

Q - I love the music in the book trailer, can you tell me where to find it.

iStock.com. The title of the track is "It's Coming."

So I'll be around as time allows and I appreciate your patience!

@Michael_C_Hayes

Blog Tour Day 2--Sarah's Random Musings

Still roaming the Interwebz and today I am at Sarah's Random Musings where I talk about the novels that inspired me to write fantasy:

This is going to be utter blasphemy, but it wasn’t The Lord of the Rings. Frankly, I have YET to get through all three novels. I enjoyed The Hobbit, and I love Viggo Morg--, er, the Lord of the Rings movies, but The Lord of the Rings wasn’t the fantasy that opened my soul ...

Only on the Internet can you clone yourself and be in two places at once, so once you've finished your visit with Sarah, you can hop over to Musetracks for their Agent Shop PITCH Day! I'm in the Agent Shop's author spotlight today. I'm talking about Miserere, finding an agent, and dispensing a little writing advice on the side. Tomorrow, my agent Weronika Janczuk will be there to look at thirty lucky pitches.

AND DON'T FORGET you have a chance to win an autographed copy of Miserere, critiques, and cool stuff. Polish your flash fiction for our big giveaway! Go here for the rules.

Miserere, Last Days, and Muscle Men

Obligatory book plug: You don't have to wait until July 1 to order your copy of Miserere! Both Amazon and B&N have it in stock.

This is also the LAST day (end times are here) to enter Weronika Janczuk's contest where you can win a FREE AUTOGRAPHED copy of Miserere.

And finally: A link to an article from the Los Angeles Times "Men of Summer Flex Their Muscles." Emily Fox-Kales, a clinical instructor of psychiatry at Harvard, made this comment:

“As men have lost more economic power, more social power, they’ve wanted to look more pumped up,” Fox-Kales said, pointing to the recent recession that disproportionately hit male-dominated jobs like construction and manufacturing. “Muscles have become an accessory, like pickup trucks.”

Hmm, I hadn't thought of it like that ...

On the personal front: I have a few deadlines to meet, so my appearances here will continue to be short and sporadic until I'm done.

I have a blog tour coming up and a few other announcements to post later!

Until then, I'll be lurking about Twitter and Facebook. I'll leave you with my absolute favorite quote of the week that I found via Weronika on Tumblr:

If, in fact, you have an impulse to become and maintain yourself as a deep reader, then the internet is very good for you. It gives you an endless resource. But if, in fact, you don’t have standards and you don’t know how to read, then the internet is a disaster for you because it’s a great gray ocean of text in which you simply drown.  --Harold Bloom

Another chance to win an autographed copy of Miserere is here!

My author's copies of Miserere: An Autumn Tale arrived yesterday and to celebrate, my awesome agent Weronika Janczuk is hosting a contest at her blog!

There are two ways to win, and so no one gets confused about where to link, I'm sending you to Weronika's page now.

Click here for your chance to win an autographed copy of Miserere!

Go on, you know you want it ...

we have a winner for an ARC of Miserere

LynetteMountainCloud, who hails from the lovely New England area of the U.S., is the winner of my Goodreads contest for a signed ARC of Miserere: An Autumn Tale.

Since the post offices in the U.S. will be closed for Memorial Day, I'll be getting her copy in the mail to her on Tuesday.

Thanks to all 989 of you who put your name in the hat for the Goodreads drawing! I hope to have some more giveaways in the future, so keep watching!