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Friday, July 31, 2015

"Blue Satin Sashes" writing challenge - submission by Stephanie Barnes (@sbarnes07)



Falling Snow


The soft jingle of bells woke me from my sleep. I don’t know how I managed to fall asleep in an open carriage but falling snow always makes my eyes feel tired and heavy. 



The white frozen droplets drifted down from the opaque clouded realms above. I pulled the collar of my coat around my neck, this was not for warmth but rather habit as I gazed at the snowy dream around me. 

As a child I always enjoyed the winter season. Making angels in the snow, catching snowflakes and chasing my friends with snowballs always made winter a warm, happy memory. There was always something beautiful about winter and when I looked up at the falling snow I found my mind would always wander.


Since this winter began, I struggled to remember many things. I could barely remember what time it was or how many days had passed. Even the thought of where the carriage was taking me made my mind sluggish. 

The last memory I had was skating with my dear friend on our neighbour’s frozen lake. My skin shivered as ice cold needles prickled my skin and I quickly rubbed the frozen sensation away.

The hooded driver directed the horse without a single word or tug of the reins. I wondered if they had taken this road before and I felt silly because I already knew the answer. 

I suddenly realised I had never asked the driver his name, I couldn’t remember how we had even met but I knew I was safe. This man was not going to hurt me, nobody could now.

My heavy head lulled back and I looked up at the falling snow. I closed my eyes as the sweet snow kissed my cheeks. 

I could fall asleep for eternity under the sinking snow.



What an awesome submission. Yes?

To connect with Steph, follow her on Twitter and be sure to visit her website:

Chasing Fireflies

Steph B

@sbarnes07


Visual writing prompt: http://willowraven.weebly.com/blue-satin-sashes.html Write a short for this & I'll post it w/ link to you :D






Onto wrapping up the next book :-D
Until next time ...

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Wednesday, July 29, 2015

The 'Learned Leopard' revisits my Zazzle Shoppe ... Perfect for book lovers.

I doodled a cartoon of a leopard reading a self-help book a few years back and thanks to some new fun products available at Zazzle, I put together a few unique items that will help you get in the mood for writing that children's book or novel. Perfect additions to your study ...

To help keep track of when it's time to write:

Learned Leopard collection Square Wallclocks
Learned Leopard collection Square Wallclocks by WillowRaven
Shop for Willowraven Wall Clocks online at Zazzle.com


For the ever important caffeine; whether it's coffee, tea, or cocoa with a touch of Godiva liqueur ...



And with so many writers giving up pencil and paper for digital writing ...
Learned Leopard collection Mouse Pad
Learned Leopard collection Mouse Pad by WillowRaven
View more Willowraven Mousepads at zazzle.com


Gonna need a bag for toting that laptop and all of those signed copies of your books.



And the perfect attire for encouraging others that they need to read more ...



Want to see the entire Learned Leopard collection? Just click :D







Onto wrapping up the next book :-D
Until next time ...
Aidana WillowRaven

http://WillowRaven.weebly.com

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Tuesday, July 28, 2015

'Millennium' ~ cover art and design for Alex Steinberg (@MillenniumStory)

Some clients are easier to work with than others. Not that the more needy clients are not nice clients, they are, they just need more attention. 

Other clients, like Alex, are a true blessing. He knew what he wanted and clearly articulated his idea so well I only had to make one revision. By draft two, we were ready for print. I'm looking forward to working with Alex again. :D

The blurb: 

In 2091, four years before the Great Civil War, Humanity expanded to a multitude of planets across the galaxy, setting up colonies, officially declaring themselves to be the only sentient life in the Milky Way Galaxy. They were wrong.

Nine years later, Lieutenant Commander Keane Blaze, a young, but well-respected soldier, is ordered to help evacuate the colony on Ordem, a strange desert planet. Everything goes as planned at first, until an unknown enemy initiates an ambush, destroying Keane's transport. In order to save him, the ship's artificial intelligence launches his cryo-pod to the surface of the planet, putting Keane into cryo-sleep for 1000 years.

Waking after his long slumber, Keane learns the enemy that long ago destroyed his transport is back, again fighting against Humanity and its allied races. With the help of a younger alien race and a mysterious figure from his past, Keane races to end the threat that this enemy poses, once and for all.

Be sure to keep an eye out for Alex and his books on social media: 

Twitter: Alex Steinberg @MillenniumStory
Facebook: Millenniumstory


Millennium is being published through Ravenswood Publishing.







Onto wrapping up the next book :-D
Until next time ...
Aidana WillowRaven

http://WillowRaven.weebly.com

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Monday, July 27, 2015

'Weaver of Dreams' ~ cover art and design for Chris Rosser (@chrisgbill)

I explored many options for this scene. Did I want to zoom out and show more of the dilapidated structure and wintery landscape? (I do love my landscapes.) Did I want to show more of the beautiful palfrey named Lavender? In the end, I felt the most important message in the scene was the MC. I wanted the viewer to be drawn in and compelled to learn her story. Feel compelled? lol

Without further ado ...

Blurb:

Lillian Kasparu thought the tapestry of her life was already woven. Contentment through marriage was hers for the taking, or so her father promised.


But when a chance encounter on the eve of her sixteenth birthday awakens her latent power, Lillian is forced to confront her family's dark past. As intrigue turns bloody, she finds herself at the centre of a desperate struggle and is seduced by a mysterious force that undermines the beliefs she holds closest to her heart.



In a land where women have little power and magic is punishable by death, Lillian must overcome the might of a Warrior Prince and the foundations of her faith. Can she harness her innate power in time to ensure the survival of her family and save the man she loves?



Weaver of Dreams is a dark, medieval fantasy that explores love and loss, loyalty and betrayal against a broad landscape of political conflict in a rich and vibrant world.


Extract…

They had ridden barely a mile, cutting through empty farmland. The road to Kas Mendoc lay before them. It wound through a shallow gully that had eroded over time with the passage of wind and water. Now the road resembled a stream, fed by rivulets of water running down the sides of the gully, flowing swiftly downhill.

“Look, there on the road!” said Lillian. She pulled her horse’s bridle, harder than she intended, and the animal came to a stop with an indignant snort. Sara and Emilan’s eyes followed Lillian’s outstretched arm. They strained to see through the sheets of icy rain blowing into their faces.

“Can you see him?” asked Lillian.

“Yes…I see him,” replied Sara, raising her voice above the storm.

A man lay motionless in the middle of the road. Nearby, a mule stood in the rain head held low in a picture of misery; Lillian saw that its bridle reins had caught in a fallen branch preventing it from finding shelter. The riders surveyed the scene in silence but Lillian began to fidget with growing unease.

Be sure to connect with Chris on his social networks and website: 

Website     Twitter     Google +







Onto wrapping up the next book :-D
Until next time ...
Aidana WillowRaven

http://WillowRaven.weebly.com

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Friday, July 17, 2015

Contest entry and Personal tribute to 'Memphis::Black Velvet'

On occasion, I participate in a small art challenge in one of the forums I frequent. Although there is a new challenge each month, I rarely have time to put something together. This month's challenge, however, compelled me to do something. 

The theme was simple, which, of course, made it hard to stand out from the competition (so many good images over a wide scale of topics)... 'Opposites': 

"This month, create a picture using opposites like hot and cold, bright and dark, good and evil, cats and dogs -- there are a number of combinations I'm sure you can come up with. Take whatever approach you want, from serious to silly, and any genre that appeals to you. Have fun!"

I thought quite a bit about my submission for this one. I went with opposites in my city. Memphis is a city of merging opposites. Walk down Beale street and you'll get my meaning pretty soon. You literally feel it in your skin.

Visually, you're surrounded by art deco buildings from the 1920's and modern-day steel. The Peabody is still visited by celebrities and presidents. Its Gatsby-days glamor is breath-taking and yet common to us. Walk a little this way, and there's Sun Studios, where Elvis became a new religion. Graceland is haunted, yet filled with people every day, from all over the world.

And whether walking in Memphis, catching a ride on the trolley, or taking a tour on a horse-drawn carriage, you are ALWAYS hearing music and smelling awesome food. Day or night, SOMEONE is playing a guitar, sax, trumpet, etc. One guy passed me downtown in roller-skates, a floppy, hillbilly hat, playing a banjo. Seemingly for no other purpose than it felt perfectly normal to him, with the homeless man on the bench happy to sing along.

As we start the 2-3 block, most-known section of Beale street, you decide if you want to listen to jazz, blues, soul, southern rock, country, or our own southern blend of a bit of all of it while shopping for novelties and souvenirs, carrying a drink in a cup, with understated hints of voodoo in each shop.

The song that most epitomizes my city and expresses the mood and feeling? Black Velvet (the original sung by Alannah Myles).

I'm curious to see how many of ya'll see my opposites without me having to explain them.

Wanna view it with the song that accompanies it? Check it out on my website:
http://willowraven.weebly.com/memphisblack-velvet.html

Interested in unique merchandise with this artwork? http://willowraven.weebly.com/merchandise.html

Song performed by the illustrious Alannah Myles >>>





Onto wrapping up the next book :-D
Until next time ...
Aidana WillowRaven


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Tuesday, July 7, 2015

"Return to Dune Towers" writing challenge - submission by Shelley Stoehr (@ShelleyStoehr)

Shelley Stoehr (@ShelleyStoehr), another one of my Twitter connections, has submitted a short for my Return to Dune Towers artwork and my visual writing prompt challenge. Check it out ...



Leilana stopped short of the towers, awed by their beauty, their power.
Yes, they still held sway over her, even twelve long years after she'd gone.  Now, as she hovered over the dunes on a stolen helioboard, less than a parcel from the towers, she wondered if she even had a place there anymore.  Would they even let her in?  Did they dare?

Leilana licked her chapped lips to no avail.  Her mouth was too parched, gritty with sand.  Her guide had abandoned her many parcels ago, taking her provisions with him.  Ethan's threats had gotten to the poor bastard, probably.  And the copter in the distance?  No doubt it, too, belonged to Ethan and he was looking for her.  Ethan had promised—threatened—never to let her go without a fight.  Fucker. 

As she saw it, Leilana had but two choices:  turn and rush over the sands as fast as the helioboard would carry her, away from the towers, away from Ethan, away, away…  perhaps to burn up in the desert heat or to be eaten by the wandering Heglans or to perish from a thousand other dangers.

Or onward.  To the gate. 

Home.


So wonderful to have so many submissions, lately. :D


To follow Shelley and her other works:


And on Twitter: 

Shelley Stoehr

@ShelleyStoehr


Wish to participate in the challenge? If so write a short for this artwork, and I'll post it with links to your website and/or network profiles.  

As seen on Twitter:
Visual writing prompt: http://willowraven.weebly.com/return-to-dune-towers.html Write a short for this & I'll post it w link to you :-D 






Onto wrapping up the next book :-D
Until next time ...
Aidana WillowRaven


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