Promotionals

I will have a story in the April issue of Drops of Crimson--Two Vampires and a Panel Discussion, another humorous vampire adventure, this time starring vampire killer Reginald Rath and his sidearm-toting sidekick Mark Maxwell. I'll link when it comes out in about a week and a half.

Hmmm...maybe there is a market for humorous vampires...

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Feeling like you need a little writing kick start? This works for some. I'm considering it, because I'm a sucker for deadlines and reporting to others...

See you later with some photos and word count.

Catherine

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Troll Story: Decorah, Iowa

Here are some pictures of Decorah, Iowa. A fictional version of Decorah is the setting for The Winter the Troll Danced with Old Nick, so I took several atmospheric pictures.

This is one of my favorites. You too can get a tattoo worthy of the Valkyries!

I know that there are several people who are looking at taking the urban out of their urban fantasy, even though I imagine UF will always be called UF. I wanted a setting with a different flavor, and the Norwegian immigrant town of Decorah seemed like a good setting for what I needed.

We have a couple of galleries left to post: the Opera House at the Winneshiek Hotel, and some interesting shots of Phelps Park.

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Troll Galleries: Final Two and Word Count

Industrious author is industrious. This marks the end of the classification of my Decorah photos.

The Opera House at the Winnishiek Hotel

Striking pictures of Phelps Park

Phelps Park looks troll built to me. The stone work is wonderful and interesting. Nick's first scene is here. The Widow lives in the woods down by the river.

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Meanwhile in writing...Look! Fourteen percent! Yes!

12942 / 90000 words. 14% done!

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Angela Korra’ti on Poetry

Welcome to National Poetry Month on the Drollerie Blog Tour.

My entry is up at Anna's blog, and here's Anna's entry right here!

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Other folks on this month's blog tour will be telling you about how poetry has influenced their writing. Me, I'm not as much of a poetry reader, with one particular exception: I'm a sucker for sonnets. I've been known to write a few myself, particularly when members of my favorite bands are the topic of discussion; I'm particularly proud of "Ode to the Hair of Alan The Doyle".

But when it comes to influencing my actual writing, I was hard pressed to make a connection. Oh sure, I could have told you all about "Andris and Larain", my first stab at a fantasy-based epic poem. Aside from that, though, and the periodic fangirly bursts of verse I put out every so often, poetry doesn't make much of a dent.

Until I got to thinking more about Faerie Blood, the characters in it, and in particular about how the old Warder of Seattle, back when she was a fresh young Warder of Seattle, had a bit of poetry come into her life.

Hope y'all enjoy this glimpse of Millicent meeting the man she'll one day marry, and thanks again for reading all our posts!

Downtown Seattle, January, 1953

Three in the morning was no time for a girl to be out on the streets, especially the streets that ran under the half-constructed viaduct over Alaskan Way. But then, that was why I had Butch. The shotgun's weight in the holster beneath my coat was a comfort; so was the thrum of the city's energies, rising up into me right out of the ground with every step I took. My nerves were on edge, twitchy as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs, but I was ready for whatever might leap out of the night.

I wasn't ready, though, for a ragged voice bellowing somewhere in the darkness ahead of me.

"Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth... done a hundred things you have not dreamed of..."

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