Greetings, Faoii.

Finally, a new interview went up today. If you want to know what I’m like when I’m not barking orders at you on inkshares, check it out:


Ugh. Look at that smile. And those flowers. Hardly becoming of a faoii general. 

That’s all for the day, faoii. Keep recruiting. I’ll tell you more as I learn it.

FROM THE BLOG DIARY OF EMILY HUNTER

Entry #2: July 17, 2013

So this week, the assignment is to be a little more forthcoming.

Yeah, assignment.  This blog isn’t entirely my idea.  And while I am getting credit for listening to my therapist and actually starting it (not something she was entirely sure I would do), the goal is to not hold back.  So I guess I should re-introduce myself.

My name is Emily Hunter.  I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia.  Specifically, my files say "auditory and visual hallucinations and nihilistic delusions."  Currently I am in partial remission.  (How’s that for forthcoming?)

In simpler terms, I am fucked up.

Now notice that I’m not saying the government is out to get me.  I am not currently wearing a tin-foil hat.  Schizophrenia is not something that is very fairly represented in popular media.  We aren’t all rocking in corners, babbling incoherently, and screaming at shadows.  (I have lived with those people though, and some of the stories they tell are better than anything you’ll ever see on TV.)  I can hold a conversation, I can hold a job.  I keep track of my own medication (Clonazepam twice a day for anxiety, clozaril, one in the morning, four at night, and one shot of haloperidol and a blood draw every two weeks.  The chloropromazine gave me a fever when I was 21 and put me in the hospital for a week and a half.)

Here’s what they don’t tell you about anti-psychotic medication:  It’s good for your mind, but shit for your body.  It makes you feel drowsy, achy, constipated, and just generally miserable.

I seem to be breaking records for forthcoming.  Hi, I’m Emily and I can’t poop sometimes.  Nice to meet you.

So yeah, sometimes I see things.  Sometimes I get confused and think strange thoughts.  The meds help, as much as I hate to admit it (and especially since Dr. Harper is reading this.  Hello.) Although I do hate the way they make me feel, but I guess it’s better than some of the fucked up nightmares I used to have.  Sometimes while I was awake.

Sometimes I would see thi

Okay, per the rules I can’t delete anything, but I don’t have to keep typing either.  That’s enough forthcoming for today.

E

Good day, detectives. 

Today marks 100 days until the end of the campaign! We’re currently at 55 preorders. In order to reach the 250 preorder quill goal, we need about 2 new preorders a day. Is this possible? Absolutely. I just need your help.

We have 117 followers, 48 subscribers, 14 recommendations, and 4 reviews. If all of the followers who haven’t subscribed yet were to back the book at merely the Deputy ($10 level), we’d be so much closer to that goal.

Upload was recently backed by the Thriller Night Syndicate, for which I’m incredibly grateful. Their confidence and support in my book is invaluable. I would love to see Upload backed by other syndicates as well, so if you’re part of one or know of a syndicate who might be interested, I’d love to see you share the book with them.

Next Wednesday at 7PM PST, I’ll be hosting a Q&A over on the Upload Facebook page. Feel free to go over there and like the page, as I’ll be providing updates for that over there. Feel free to ask any questions about the setting, my writing process, my outlining techniques or anything else you can think of about the book in that Q&A.

If you’ve got a book here on Inkshares, and you’d like me to take a look, shoot me a message. I’d be happy to exchange reviews with you.

Finally, I’ll be participating in NaNoWriMo this year. Unlike most NaNoWriMo’s, however, I won’t be conjuring a book out of whole cloth in a month. Instead, I’ll be completing Upload in that time (at least, the first draft). I’ll keep you appraised of any updates on that as we draw closer to November.

Thank you for all your support. Let’s keep this thing moving!

Dear Readers,

Every last one of you is fantastic.  I thank you sincerely and truly for helping this dream come to fruition.  The timeline for final production and shipping is fluid, but I am hoping to launch sometime in late Spring, give or take.  This may be as early as February but, as my old boss used to say, it’s always best to under-promise and over-deliver

Speaking of, those of you who won raffles or earned prizes; you have not been forgotten.  They are coming.

To every last one of you, whether you supported this dream with a follow, a recommendation, a review or even a gorgeous, eternally beautiful pre-order:  You are Magnificent.  You have helped to sculpt a wonderful reality.  You have earned my appreciation.

In short, Borehole Bazaar, the first book the Vow Unbroken series, is in the works and being shaped and polished to accept its physical and digital forms.  And a special, extra thanks to everyone who has helped in this process.

Trivia Update:

I have done more world-building for Tantalus Depths than will even come close to actually showing on its pages. This is partly because I do intend to expand upon the universe in the future, both in direct sequels and unrelated anthology stories, but if I’m honest with myself, it’s mostly because I don’t know when to quit.

While much of the world-building I’ve done is crucial for fleshing out characters and themes within the book, there are some things I’ve crammed into the story purely because I can.
Here’s a short list of Easter eggs, hidden references, and insignificant facts you can expect to find in Tantalus Depths.

Don’t worry, there are still plenty in there that I’m not telling you about.

What else can you expect to find in Tantalus Depths? The unexpected, mostly. I’ve filled every page with layers of meaning. It’s an adventure on many levels. If Tantalus Depths affects you the way I want it to, by the time you’ve read the last page your brain will have either exploded or twisted into a knot.

Be a part of this adventure. Pre-order Tantalus Depths today!

All, thank you for the support. However with only 12 days to go I see no open avenue of acquiring over 200 order in such a short time. I was hoping the funding rose enough to present the rest of the prizes, the art work the artist finished depicting the scenes from the book and to at least been  able to submit up to the 10th or 12th chapter. But I see we are perhaps going to end the campaign with the start of the honeymoon.  It’s a love story, so there wasn’t going to be sword fighting,  yet. Well, not if everyone knew what was  know what is best when it comes to dealing with Azazel.  LOL! I will admit, it’s an unusual love story.

One good thing came out of the research to create this series is I gained an additional library of antique books, many I had never heard of.  But unlike Poe;

Good Morning Readers,

Today would have been my Dad’s 70th birthday, and to say that I have a heavy heart this morning is an understatement. Over the course of the past week, I have been trying to think of ways to be able to celebrate his life today, rather than to mourn his loss. For starters, I’m going to play tennis, as he would have done on a gorgeous September afternoon. And for dinner, I will cook one his best recipes, penne vodka, from scratch, and yes, with real heavy cream and a whole stick of butter to boot :). When I’m 64, has been such an amazing, inspiring, and healing part of my journey over this past year that it seemed fitting to find a way to incorporate that into this day as well.  So, without further adieu, I would like to outline the rules of my Dad’s Birthday Giveaway:

In honor of my Dad’s birthday I am going to raffle off 2 tickets to see  Billy Joel at Madison Square Garden on October 28th, 2016. How do you win? Any book pre-order placed between now, September 20th, 10:00 am and the end of his birth month, September 30th at 11:59 pm , will get entry into the raffle. EACH COPY PURCHASED counts as a single entry, so that means if you purchase multiple copies (each person is capped at ten pre-orders of the book by Inkshares), you get additional entries into the raffle.

Don’t like Billy Joel? Live out of the area? NO problem! If you decline the ticket prize, you can opt to receive a $100 Visa Gift Card, instead!

Please share this information with your network and help make this day a significant one in the life of When I’m 64! There are just about 3 weeks left in our funding period so share, share, share.  You know what they say, you can’t win if you don’t play - and in this case, you can’t play if you don’t know about the game!

 Happy Birthday Dad :)

Love,

Lauren

Hello, everyone. Hope you’re having a great start to the week! 

The last seven days have been brilliant for Witherfist, as we reached and surpassed 25% funding. I hope that the rest of this month will see our readership continue to grow. 

The book now has 138 followers. If you’re one of that number and you’re unsure about preordering, head over to the project page and have a read through the first three chapters. 

Once you’ve done that, why not check out some other great projects on Inkshares:

• Mothering: The Game
  
• Weaponized
• Fae Child
• The Last Faoii
• Black Cloud

~ Jenny

FROM THE BLOG DIARY OF EMILY HUNTER.

Entry #1: July 10, 2013

Okay, so this is supposed to be helpful in some way.  I’ll believe it when I see it, but here’s hoping...

First of all, I have to apologize.  I am not a tech savvy person.  I don’t have a facebook and I don’t tweet.  So me starting a blog is a little strange, I’ll admit.  I had an old email address that I just tried to log into for the first time in god knows how long, only to find it overrun with ads for male enhancement drugs and people from Nigeria trying to give me money.  Turns out you need a google email address to start a blog on blogger, so I guess I got a new one.  If anyone ever reads this, I guess you can feel free to drop me a line.  Unless you’re the prince of Nigeria, in which case, fuck off.

Second of all, I might have to apologize again.  One of the conditions ("rules" is more like it) of this blog, is that I’m not allowed to delete anything except typos.  So if I ramble or say god knows what, it’s here for posterity for all eternity.  Sorry to any readers out there.  Luckily, I doubt anyone but me and one other person will read this.  So no worries, imaginary readers.

So this is supposed to take the place of a diary; somewhere to collect my thoughts.  I’m supposed to add something every week if I can, no matter how big or small it is.  So apology number three if I bore you with an entry all about how I like sushi.

I’m also supposed to be as honest and forthcoming as I can be.  But, as I’m firing these thoughts deep into the web without knowing where they’re going, we’ll probably get there slowly.  I’d hate to see people at work look me up and read some of this.

Can I swear on a blog?  Oh, I guess I already did. 

So this is entry #1.  Numero Uno. So here we go on a tour of my brain.

I guess I should start with the introduction.  Hello world.  My name is Emily Hunter.  First time blogger.  Pleasure to meet you.

Where to go from there?  I work in a grocery store.  It’s a little place, family owned.  The owner is a pretty nice guy. I stock shelves and pretty much run the place on the third shift.  It’s great for me because I’m kind of a night owl, and I like my alone time.  Not many people come in, so I’m usually by myself. The owner doesn’t seem to mind leaving me on shift alone because he’s got plenty of security cameras, a police panic button, and the police station is less than a block away, and fully visible from the front entrance.  Still we’ve been robbed twice, never while I was on shift, and both times they caught the robbers.  Once as they left, once an hour and a half later.  So it’s perfectly safe.  (My mom doesn’t like me working there alone.  I’d usually not worry about her finding this and reading it, but she just got her first smartphone two weeks ago and has apparently gotten really good at using it.  So, just in case you’re reading this mom, there’s nothing to worry about.)

So I just got off work at 8, took the bus home and walked in my door at 9:15.  I got to work on this stuff, wrote my first entry, and now I need to go to bed.  Working third shift also means you miss out on the sun.  I never sleep as much as I’d like.  (I’m following the rules and not deleting that sentence.  Just so you know.) 

So signing off,
Emily