So today I dragged my daughter and grandkids to the shops and bought things I don't understand, but apparently are essential to my being able to update my website.
Where would I be without the support and help from my wonderful family and friends. Without Mick Pollock and Tim StClair and of course Trish... I would be without a website to show off and still computer illiterate.
Hmm..
Don't comment on that. OK.
Update... 12 hours later...
And the fun continues... after hours spent on the phone to the internet server, trying to make the new thingys work.. while the grandkids do their best to create mayhem... and succeed. They succeed where the thingy's failed.
We were sold a lemon. Not a literal piece of fruit, that would eventually turn to a pile of mould. But a lump of plastic, wires and solder that is about as useful.
Tomorrow it's back to the store and see what can be done!!!
Best laid plans and all that...
Thanks to Trish.. who spent her precious 'one child being babysat' time, labouring over the rotten connections.
Oh to understand some of what is needed to save others the stress of trying to make my life easier as a website owner. Nothing in life is easy.
Ramblings from Lady Rosalie and her guests...concerning new releases, life as a published writer and general stuff...
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Extract from EXILED: Autumn's Peril...
from Museitup bookshop...
“Well three horses come this way. I can hold the assassin but the rest is up to you.”
“Adder’s spit, wizard! How long have you known?” Caleath spun as the first rider reached the edge of the clearing and threw himself off his horse.
The assassin took six strides across the clearing. He unsheathed a sword as he approached.
Caleath’s breath caught in his throat. The wizard raised his staff and the ranger froze mid step.
“Go!” Penwryt shouted when Caleath hesitated.
A strange miasma of white magic circled around the stationary ranger but whipped away from contact with Caleath when he sprinted toward the buckskin. Already a second ranger crossed to join his partner. His voice reached Caleath as he ran for the trees.
“What sorcery is this, Penwryt?” the ranger cried while he lifted his loaded crossbow and tracked Caleath’s movement with his aim. Caleath heard the wizard’s warning but when he turned to give heed, the crossbow bolt flew straight and true.
“No!” Penwryt bellowed.
The quarrel struck Caleath’s arm with enough force to knock him off his feet. White pain blinded him for a split second. When he recovered his balance, Caleath saw another ranger supported by a slight companion standing between him and the buckskin. The ranger, whom he recognized as Lachlan, looked unwell. His companion helped him stand.
Behind him, Caleath heard the second ranger reload the crossbow. He cursed and grabbed Lachlan’s companion with his good arm. Needing a shield, Caleath slung Lachlan’s friend between himself and the bowman. When Lachlan started forward, Caleath struck the ranger in the chest. His boot heel knocked the ranger’s chest and disabled his attempt at heroism.
“Stay down,” Caleath warned while he dragged the ranger’s struggling companion to where Enigma waited. Hampered by an arm pulsing with fire and aware he remained a target, Caleath lifted the uncooperative hostage across his good shoulder.
Using the cloak and body of the hostage as a shield, Caleath hauled himself and his struggling burden onto the unsettled buckskin. Raw pain exploded through his body when he hit the saddle. The horse sprang forward. Heavy hooves churned damp earth and Enigma thundered into the forest.
As soon as the horse hit full gallop, Caleath gained his balance and swung his human shield around to balance face down across the stallion’s shoulders. When the kicking and screaming paused for a second, Caleath identified the pitch and ferocity of his captive’s efforts. In a heartbeat, he knew the awful truth. He held a female hostage.
“Adder’s spit!” His heart skipped a beat. He’d taken aboard more trouble than he needed.
“Well three horses come this way. I can hold the assassin but the rest is up to you.”
“Adder’s spit, wizard! How long have you known?” Caleath spun as the first rider reached the edge of the clearing and threw himself off his horse.
The assassin took six strides across the clearing. He unsheathed a sword as he approached.
Caleath’s breath caught in his throat. The wizard raised his staff and the ranger froze mid step.
“Go!” Penwryt shouted when Caleath hesitated.
A strange miasma of white magic circled around the stationary ranger but whipped away from contact with Caleath when he sprinted toward the buckskin. Already a second ranger crossed to join his partner. His voice reached Caleath as he ran for the trees.
“What sorcery is this, Penwryt?” the ranger cried while he lifted his loaded crossbow and tracked Caleath’s movement with his aim. Caleath heard the wizard’s warning but when he turned to give heed, the crossbow bolt flew straight and true.
“No!” Penwryt bellowed.
The quarrel struck Caleath’s arm with enough force to knock him off his feet. White pain blinded him for a split second. When he recovered his balance, Caleath saw another ranger supported by a slight companion standing between him and the buckskin. The ranger, whom he recognized as Lachlan, looked unwell. His companion helped him stand.
Behind him, Caleath heard the second ranger reload the crossbow. He cursed and grabbed Lachlan’s companion with his good arm. Needing a shield, Caleath slung Lachlan’s friend between himself and the bowman. When Lachlan started forward, Caleath struck the ranger in the chest. His boot heel knocked the ranger’s chest and disabled his attempt at heroism.
“Stay down,” Caleath warned while he dragged the ranger’s struggling companion to where Enigma waited. Hampered by an arm pulsing with fire and aware he remained a target, Caleath lifted the uncooperative hostage across his good shoulder.
Using the cloak and body of the hostage as a shield, Caleath hauled himself and his struggling burden onto the unsettled buckskin. Raw pain exploded through his body when he hit the saddle. The horse sprang forward. Heavy hooves churned damp earth and Enigma thundered into the forest.
As soon as the horse hit full gallop, Caleath gained his balance and swung his human shield around to balance face down across the stallion’s shoulders. When the kicking and screaming paused for a second, Caleath identified the pitch and ferocity of his captive’s efforts. In a heartbeat, he knew the awful truth. He held a female hostage.
“Adder’s spit!” His heart skipped a beat. He’d taken aboard more trouble than he needed.
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Only THREE days till the UNHEWN STONE is released...
RELEASE DAY 2nd September...
Exiled Autumn's Peril now has a release day. If you want to be notified when the ebook is available...
here is the link...
EXILED: Autumn's Peril
here is the link...
EXILED: Autumn's Peril
The addiction continues... now it's music.. Gotye has a lot to answer for!!
So, what do I do? I just want to hit replay, over and over.
HELP...
Now you might understand why my hero faces addiction problems. Hmm.
At least listening to Gotye is cheaper than the Vistaprint addiction. :)
HELP...
Now you might understand why my hero faces addiction problems. Hmm.
At least listening to Gotye is cheaper than the Vistaprint addiction. :)
Monday, August 8, 2011
Caleath's adventures... not long now....
The culture shock of being stranded on a planet, light years from home and worlds apart from the technology he is accustomed to, leave Caleath struggling to survive.
After three years of planning, patience and praying for the chance to arrive, Caleath arrives on the southern continent.
Caleath began life on Rampart 6. His career began as a surveyor of planets. This task involved collecting data on planets that offered viable mineral deposits. It also gave him access to information on cultures, myths, languages, lifeforms, landscapes, and climates.
His role as surveyor helped classify the level of civilization on planets not already part of the Galactic Federation. He needed instant access to the information collected and so, early in his career he accepted the adaption of microchipping.
Linked to his identity implant, but eventually becoming part of his neurology, these chips allowed him to store and utilise vast amounts of knowledge.
Along with data, he absorbed and mastered many fighting styles and skills. These adaptions proved an invaluable asset in his obession with Virtual Reality and competing in the 'Game'.
In September Exiled: Autumn's Peril begins Caleath's journey.
The weeks and days leading up to publication have been busy.
Going over line edits for book two, Exiled: Winter's Curse help with keeping me focused. Waiting for the galley to arrive, meeting people who are eagerly waiting their chance to read book one, handing out book marks, postcards and QR codes, has been uplifting. The interest in e books and e readers is growing, even here in Australia. Thank goodness!!
Today I am trying to polish blurbs and find the right extract to hook readers.
Like I have said before, writing the books was the easy part. :)
Now I am just eager to share the story with others.
"Hold my hand... and I will take you into my dreams"
Cailyn July 2011
Thanks to Museitup Publishing, I can do that...I hope you enjoy them too.
BTW.. Writers.. don't forget to register for the FREE Museonline Writer's Conference... see older post in this blog for links if you haven't already signed up.
See you there!!
After three years of planning, patience and praying for the chance to arrive, Caleath arrives on the southern continent.
Caleath began life on Rampart 6. His career began as a surveyor of planets. This task involved collecting data on planets that offered viable mineral deposits. It also gave him access to information on cultures, myths, languages, lifeforms, landscapes, and climates.
His role as surveyor helped classify the level of civilization on planets not already part of the Galactic Federation. He needed instant access to the information collected and so, early in his career he accepted the adaption of microchipping.Linked to his identity implant, but eventually becoming part of his neurology, these chips allowed him to store and utilise vast amounts of knowledge.
Along with data, he absorbed and mastered many fighting styles and skills. These adaptions proved an invaluable asset in his obession with Virtual Reality and competing in the 'Game'.
In September Exiled: Autumn's Peril begins Caleath's journey.
The weeks and days leading up to publication have been busy.
Going over line edits for book two, Exiled: Winter's Curse help with keeping me focused. Waiting for the galley to arrive, meeting people who are eagerly waiting their chance to read book one, handing out book marks, postcards and QR codes, has been uplifting. The interest in e books and e readers is growing, even here in Australia. Thank goodness!!Today I am trying to polish blurbs and find the right extract to hook readers.
Like I have said before, writing the books was the easy part. :)
Now I am just eager to share the story with others.
"Hold my hand... and I will take you into my dreams"Cailyn July 2011
Thanks to Museitup Publishing, I can do that...I hope you enjoy them too.
BTW.. Writers.. don't forget to register for the FREE Museonline Writer's Conference... see older post in this blog for links if you haven't already signed up.
See you there!!
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