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.
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Hello Knightmares!
We have 7 days left in the campaign, and we’re sitting pretty at 260 orders. If you’re still looking to buy a book, grab one now while I’m still offering free stuff!
In the meantime, check out my next book, VEXED, that is still in a draft phase. I am going to take my time with this one, but check it out as I start to ramp up content, post excerpts, and put together a trailer in the coming months. If you liked The Knightmares, VEXED will blow you away.
In the meantime, please take a look at Mothering- The Game! It has under a week left and is SOOOOO close to hitting its campaign goal! It deserves to get published!
Hey Campers!
Happy Wednesday!
I wanted to share this new interview I did with Inkshares author Alastair Luft. This one focuses more on my writing process.
Read the new interview here: http://www.alastairluft.com/blog
Current sales 659/750! I am so close, but sales have slowed drastically. Please continue to share my book with your friends and convince them to preorder. Remember, you can preorder up to ten copies to give away to friends, and if you become a "Super Backer" you will have access to drafts of the book before anyone else!
Thank you so much for your continued support! Have a wonderful evening!
Kyle T. Cowan
Wednesday update time!
Our progress continues to be slow, but with a little over a month to go I’m still hoping we can reach goal. Thanks to everyone who has already ordered as well as those of you who have recommended Magus to others.
Today I’ll move the journey forward a bit to Pentaz & Buscidia’s time on the peninsula known as The Blade where Pentaz spends a few months receiving a bit of formal education in his magicking at a small academy run by the head of a Wilder Elf community. You can read about that starting here in Chapter 31.
The Wilder Elves (pronounced will-der as in wilderness) are seen as savages by most of the more "civilised" elves in the far eastern elven nation of Lanadalaria, and even their less judgemental cousins in Hanaen sometimes regard them as a bit backwards. They live as nomads in the untamed wilds, living entirely off the land and flowing with the seasons. When they do build settlements it is only temporary structures, huts of vine, wicker, and fallen tree limbs which have seen no blade.
While they tend to avoid contact with those who do not live as they do, they are not hostile to outsiders and will often aid those they see in need, albeit secretly when possible. Like all elves they have innate magical talent, though all but their shamans and priestesses use this talent only for blending in and tracking game.
That’s all I’ve got for today’s update. As always thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed this bit of insight. For my fellow D&D players my prototype Wilder Elf racial option follows(as with the Dwarven options I presented this presumes you only gain what is listed below, not the standard PHB qualities as well).
I’ve never been so thankful for a Wednesday.
First of all, A Beast Requires is closing in on a 100 backers! So far 93 people have pre-ordered 115 copies of the book, pushing it towards that first hurdle of 250 pre-orders. Yea, it’s pretty damn awesome. What isn’t awesome is that this entire month has gotten away from me. There was a carefully orchestrated schedule of events and a timeline set in place, that went out the window to find a shallow grave in the backyard. Granted my entire backyard is a shallow grave, see as it’s the place where good grass comes to die.
See, I have this job, right? It’s at night, doesn’t pay great, and ever so slightly eats away at your soul. It’s difficult to describe, mostly because of the sort of work they do. Say you’re out at the zoo, and you’re walking through the primate house, unless your zoo doesn’t have a primate house, which would make me sad. But let’s say hypothetical zoo has a hypothetical primate house, full of hypothetical primates. Now there is a spot in this hypothetical primate house, where hypothetical primates fling hypothetical poo. There’s no avoiding the spot, no matter how much you try, and before everyone leaves, they are always pelted with hypothetical poo. My job is to block the exit and ask you which hypothetical poo smells the hypothetical best.
On Monday I gave them my two week notice. On Monday I was offered a much better job. It will take me a few days to adjust to a new work schedule, but it will be much more conducive to updates. With 70 days left in the campaign, there’s a lot to get done, and expect the videos to start returning next week. Thank you all for supporting A Beast Requires. Without knowing it, you’ve all helped keep me sane and helped me to survive the hypothetical house of poo.
- Jay
Dear Friends
There are many exciting news in the world of The Catcher’s Trap. As the official publication day approaches, media interest is ramping up, and the details for the release party are getting sorted out.
So first mark your calendar. The Catcher’s Trap is out in bookstores on November 8th, the release party is on Thursday, November 10th at 6 PM at North Haven Barnes and Noble, 470 Universal Drive N, North Haven, Connecticut. You can RSVP by sending me a message or in the Facebook event.
Yesterday I had an interview with Connecticut NPR as part of a special series on immigrants living in Connecticut. It was a great opportunity to talk about my story, my struggles and the path to my dream of becoming a published author. I will share the link to the interview when it airs in mid-October. I have a couple of more radio engagements lined up and several interviews with blogs and a newspaper. All very exciting stuff.
It is going to be a busy fall for your friendly neighborhood nerd-author. I’m so looking forward to that!
Finally, please remember you can help make another dream come true (I know, I have no shame) let’s help this high heel lover, machete wielding, fabulous drag queen get into bookstores. Get a copy of Bad Medicine and support my efforts to win the current Crypt TV horror contest at Inkshares.
THANK YOU!!
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!
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