We move through time…

In fits and starts.  The hands wind around, the calendar pages turn like they were designed to, but my recognition of the distance from Time A to Time B skips past those.  Suddenly I’m at B, looking around, slightly disoriented.  Huh?

I need to write more.

On a less navel gazing note, school is starting all around me.  

This summer I did a dozen (?) workshops, working with educators all over the state.  Some lovely, passionate minds, burning bright with the desire to learn, and to share what they’ve learned.

Writers write. A writer, serious about the craft, is always writing — whether it is hands on keyboard or brain engaged, eyes observing, manipulating the images and translating them into words to be filed away for when they can get back to the keyboard. That’s the adage from that side of my life that every writer knows to be true, and wants to have be true about themselves.  

Educators LEARN.  A professional educator is always learning. It’s a life-long obsession/addiction/affliction/blessing (pick one, or two 🙂 .)  Even as they are sharing what they’ve learned, or teaching in front of a class, one part of their brain is still in learning mode. You can see it. Their eyes are bright, face forward, engaged.

I have a musician friend who says the same is true of professional musicians.  Maybe that goes to prove that education is an art. Maybe it is a trait shared amongst communicators.  Dunno. Further pondering is advised.  Further learning.

 

 

 

Words and Voices

A couple months back I voiced a short story for Comets and Criminals and K. G. Jewell — “The Toys of War”.  I guess I did okay. I get to do another one in June.

More on that as it occurs.  I enjoy doing voice work. In part because it takes me back to radio days.  My first radio gig was midnights at an AC station in West Texas.  But more than that, reading the words aloud, mine or someone else’s, lets me feel the flow of the story, the color of the language.  It’s something I do for both writing and editing.

For example, if it feels like an info dump, reading it aloud tells me for sure.  It also shows me where the breaks fall naturally, so where I can fix it naturally.

 

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The Writer’s Voice Contest

The W Voice 2014

Querying a new novel is a grueling process — research, pitch, pray, repeat.  Some very cool people have pulled yet another fresh idea from their bag of “We care about writers and writing.”

Thanks to the luck of a Rafflecopter drawing, I get to play along. Next, I’m supposed to post the query and the first 250 words for my new Adult Fantasy novel DIAMOND GIRLS. (82,300 words)

But first, a huge thank you to Brenda Drake,  Mónica Bustamante WagnerKimberly P. Chase, and Elizabeth Briggs for hosting and serving as judges for this quest for creative greatness.


Dear Writer’s Voice Coaches –

Fifteen years ago Dorella Diamond’s rock-star celebrity was every young girl’s dream, and her hard-partying lifestyle a worn parent’s fantasy. Then a tell-all scandal burned across news stands and teleprompters around the world. Dorella disappeared from public view.

It wasn’t the scandal. It’s just hard to be a rock star when every time you get excited you turn into a dachshund. A bruja’s curse for sleeping with the witch’s husband made sure Dorella lived a dog’s life. Now the money’s running out and she needs her own life back. Thing is, her best chance at finding the witch and lifting the curse is in recruiting the only guy who might believe her, the boyfriend she cheated on — the journalist who wrote the story.

The night he and Dorella broke up, Thomas Gray filed his story and climbed into a bottle.  He lost his job, and several others after that one before climbing out again. Sober and chasing his own comeback, maybe helping Dorella lift the curse is Gray’s best chance at getting his own life back.

DIAMOND GIRLS, complete at 82,300 words, is a bit of voodoo, a double shot at redemption and a lot of fun, played out across the music, food and magic that is New Orleans.

I’m Eldon Hughes, a writer and storyteller in southern Illinois. A short story, DEMONSPAWN, was published by Emerald Tales. The urban fantasy novel POISON & WINE was self-published in March of 2014.

Thank you for your time, and for your consideration, and this chance to be a part of The Writer’s Voice competition.


Diamond Girls

First 250 words:

 

Dim candles in a close room, the air thick with incense, a heady combination of herbs and sweet grass from back home.  The bathroom door was closed so as not to wake her young children, sleeping in the motel room beyond.  No worries about waking the man, passed out and snoring on the bed.

As if… drunken culo.  

Still, he was her man, father to her little hijas. It was her duty to protect them, and him.  She looked in the mirror, studying her eyes for any hesitancy, any small sign of doubt in her own faith before returning to work.  She’d fashioned the tiny figure from several bars of motel soap, soaked until they were soft enough to be formed together and shaped to her needs. Short red hairs, with their tight curls, had been worked in and out of the soap. Care was taken to first separate them from the coarser, dark hairs of her husband.  She rinsed the dark hairs down the sink and used a little more water to massage the figure into its final form.   It wasn’t perfect, but her abuela had taught her well.  It would do.

You wish to act like a bitch.  She whispered into the darkness.  So be it.

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Where are they now?

At the pinnacle of her fame, Dorella Diamond was a fiery combination of Shania Twain and Madonna with a jagged slice of Lou Reed thrown in for some street cred.

 

 

Poison and Wine (Book One) is out.

Poison and Wine (Book One) is out.

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It started with a shared writing prompt. Something to kick our muse into gear.  An hour later it was a story. Oh yeah, plot, characters, folks dying, the whole thing.  🙂

Now it’s April, and book three is days from finished.  Book two comes out this summer.

Weird how that works.

I Found A Knife

I found an old bloody knife in my basement.

You can read about it, and other things, here.

It’s as safe a way as any to hear some of the voices in my head.

—– Mostly this page is a placeholder.  I’m far too scattered these days.

Along with I Found a Knife, I’m also Here and on Twitter.

And a few other places I’m in the process of cleaning up or doing away with.

It’s very easy to become parceled out into digital bits across the internet, and almost impossible to gather yourself back in again.