10 September 2012

Guest Blogger: Holly Hunt

    Today's Guest Blogger is Ms. Holly Hunt, a talented author from Down Under in Canberra, Australia.  She delves into multiple genres to exercise her creativity. I especially enjoyed her tale of Lucifer in Love, The Devil's Wife, for its completely unexpected viewpoint (and probably blasphemous to certain uptight folks) that lingers in your thoughts for a good while. I love writing styles that kick your consciousness into a different gear. As soon as I get some private reading time, I plan to visit more of Holly's worlds:

Books by Holly Hunt
Now let's see what Holly Hunt has in store for us!

I was thinking about what to post here today, and then I got to thinking. I'd had a story recently accepted for publishing, a novella, really, and I wondered what people would think of it. So, being the impatient person I am, I've decided to give you all an exclusive sneak-peak into the opening scene of the story!
So, without further ado, I present the opening scene of my April 2013 release The Tyrant of Tarsit for your reading pleasure. Make sure you leave a comment and let me know what you think is going to happen!

The Tyrant of Tarsit
to be released April 2013

    The dark roads of northern Tarsit swept by Lauren as her motorbike flew past the trees, her gaze focused ahead. She leaned into a corner and straightened up, accelerating down the narrow country street. In the distance, a single light burned on the porch of a distant ranch house. The properties nearby were huge, stretching miles in every direction, with thousands of heads of cattle grazing across the vast landscape.
     Lauren slowed, flipping her headlight up high to illuminate as much of the surrounding trees as possible in the moonless night. Creatures both great and small had a habit of jumping out in front of passing vehicles, and that was the last thing she needed on her way home tonight.
     A lone cow stood on the side of the road, chewing blandly on grass as she passed it, doing eighty miles an hour. Lauren flew past, keeping an eye on it, and sighed in relief when it moved further from the road, startled by the rev of her bike.
     Lauren was accelerating out of another corner when something darted out of the shadows and into the beam of her headlight. Startled by the waist-high dog, Lauren slammed on the breaks, trying to steer around it.
     The dog stepped in front of the bike as she tried to go around it, and Lauren twisted the handlebars, letting out a frightened yell as her bike toppled.
     Lauren rolled, blessing the fact that her helmet was protecting her head. The bike slid after her, the front wheel hitting a tree and sliding to a stop as she rolled into the ditch on the side of the road. She lifted her head, looking around for her motorbike. The engine had stalled, but the headlight illuminated the patch of road where the huge dog had been standing not long before.
     Lauren stood up, examining her leathers for damage. There were scratches and patches missing from the elbows and palms of her outfit, but nothing else had been damaged. She took off her helmet and looked at it a little bit of paint missing, but better than she could have hoped.
     Lauren stood her bike up, slinging the stand down and examining the front tyre. In the light of a small torch from her saddlebag, she found the wheel unharmed, and only a few scratches on the body of her bike.
     Good, just a bit of lost paintwork. Lauren put the torch away, looking for a drink and gazing down the road. Where did that damn dog get to?
     The light from her bike went out, plunging the world into complete darkness.
     A voice, warped in the night air, said something she couldn't understand. A flash of blue light momentarily illuminated a man's hands, the ball of light crashing into Lauren's chest. Her head hit the ground, and she knew no more until the rays of a different sun graced her face the next morning. 

Want to know more? Visit http://rhythempoets.wordpress.com/ and click on the stand-in cover for The Tyrant of Tarsit. Alternatively, head on over to my Facebook page
 (https://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Holly-Hunt/111905542194012) and like it to keep up with all the action and contests that are sparked there. 

Author photo from http://rhythempoets.wordpress.com
Author Bio:

   An author living in Canberra, Australia, Holly Hunt writes a collection of works including Sci-fi, Fantasy, Horror and Romance.
    Currently undergoing an appren-ticeship in Butchery, Holly spends her days off writing and watching superhero cartoons.
  Holly lives with her partner, Matthew, in a one-bedroom flat crammed with comics and movie memorabilia. She dreams of one day owning a big garden, three dogs and a cat, and can’t wait until that day gets here.

02 September 2012

Thinking About The Slippery Slope

Ah...Out of August at last! Sure, it's still 100 + degrees here, and yes, it's still humid with occasional hefty thunderstorms, but we've turned the corner into fall. And with that, we're headed for The Slippery Slope.

Clip Art by ArtbyMichelle: http://www.squidoo.com/free-fall-clip-art-images
I remember my paternal grandmother talking about how the years got shorter and flew faster as she entered the autumn of her life. Am I there? Have I honestly reached the Autumn of Life yet? I'm not so sure, but time tends to gather speed into the end of the year like a greased pig on a Slip 'N' Slide sprayed with WD40.

Part of that is definitely the weather situation here in Arizona. Summer is basically Hell on a Hotplate. Everything slows down because all the University students have gone home with their mountains of laundry and all our winter visitors have flocked back to Canada and the Midwest. September is the last transitional month; the college kids are back but they're still trying to figure out where they are. One hundred degrees still puts off most visitors, but they start to trickle in by the end of the month.

The social and business scene flickers to life. Concerts and events start filling the weekends--by October, there are so many events going on each Saturday and Sunday you'll need to clone yourself to attend all the ones you'd like. That piling on of events limits your time at each one--and so the impression that time speeds up is enhanced because it suddenly becomes more limited.

We're heading into festival season and already nearly all my weekends are booked with signings and seminars. Something about having so much to do kicks my happy gear into overdrive. I hate August because it drags and no one is here and there are no holidays or excuses to not work.

I'm so glad it's September. Watch for me at festivals and events from now till Christmas. I'll have the schedule up on my website soon. We're on The Slippery Slope to the end of the year and I have no intention of having time to even glance at the vacuum cleaner.

I adore this time of year. I'll be at Fall Fest September 22nd to start with...see you around town!