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Writerly Wednesday Welcomes Widdershins!

 

Welcome Widdershins to this almost Thanksgiving Writerly Wednesday Post!

 

Mortal Instinct by Widdershins

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Bio:
I was born in England, grew up in Australia, moved to Canada in 2004 and married the love of my life. I’m a writer and shaman, a bicyclist and a feminist. I’ve been an architect, a seamstress, an athlete and a field hand. Writing is my passion and my profession, novels specifically, and always with lesbian characters.

Blurb:
“Three friends find themselves responsible for a mystical Sphere that has the power to destroy or save the Mortal Realm. Immortal beings interfere, lovers and ex-lovers intrude, egos and politics get in the way. In spite of all these distractions, they must achieve their destiny before the Sphere awakens and decides its own fate.”

Excerpt:
A Portal glowed fiercely, then shattered. Wind rushed through the broken Hall.
Chalone’s face turned white. She barged through the fleeing crowd to Liesha’s side. “The corridors are being ripped apart!” she shouted above the roar of rushing air and an alarm that no one had thought to shut off.
“I can see that,” Liesha said too loudly as the sound eased, and picked up the headset the gale had swept from her head. She’d had no time to reintegrate her implants and used it to communicate with the ECHO network. “I am going to stop this.”
The alarm finally fell silent. “You can’t stop it,” Chalone said.
“What do you mean?” Liesha suddenly grabbed her arms hard enough to cause bruises. Chalone winced and she released her grip. “Sorry,” she apologized. “Tell me.”
“Mor brought us back in time to the moment just after we left,” Chalone explained.
Liesha looked blank for a moment and then she turned as pale as Chalone. “We are witnessing the beginning of the maelstrom in the Hub!” She looked aghast at the dying Hall.
“Not all of it. Our Portals aren’t enough to create that monstrosity, but if this is happening throughout the Gallery…?” Chalone swallowed hard.
Liesha focused inward, listening to a strident voice issuing from her headset. “I still have to stop it here,” she said with jagged determination.
“You have that kind of power? Why didn’t you use it when we were trapped in the Hub?” Chalone accused.
“I was not able to. It requires many ECHOs, and our communications do not work in the Gallery.”
Vian finished giving orders for crowd control, organized the evacuation of the nearby houses, and initiated the clause in the council charter that gave her immediate and total control of all the resources she ever needed or wanted. She interrupted Chalone and Liesha.
“Hurry,” she said to Liesha. “If you can’t hold at least one of the Portals, then we’re marooned here forever. Everything we’ve all worked for will be lost.”
“I am aware of that fact,” Liesha snapped back at her.
Chalone looked from one to the other. “You both knew this would happen.”
“Not exactly,” Vian said. “The ECHO hierarchy have suspected something similar for a while. Hence their frenzied attempts to get their communications working inside the Gallery,” she said pointedly and pulled Chalone away from Liesha, gathering up Pirelle and Jalemi. “Let’s leave Liesha to get on with it.”

Interview

1. In three days, all power will go off, everywhere for a very long time. What will you include in your author survival kit?
Lots of graphite sticks and lots of paper. (it’s multi-purpose, re-usable and re-re-usable) A set of standard encyclopedias, and ‘how-to’ encyclopedias. My tarot cards. Several hundred meters of string and a long pole.

2. Where did the idea for the work you are promoting arise?
I’d actually already written Book 3 (which was intended to be Book 1) in the ‘Gallery” series when I realized I needed a whole lot more back story, which evolved into the current Books 1 and 2.
But the original idea started when I was recovering from a motorcycle accident waaaay back in the ‘80’s’ and needed something to take my mind off the excruciating pain of healing – physiotherapy – I used to sit beside a river after a physio session and write until I felt like I could engage with my life again.
The story has nothing to do with that time though. True escapism in action!

3. What do you like to read?
Science Fiction and Fantasy and most of the sub genres. I’m not fond of the paranormal sub, although Charles de Lint is a master at it and I’ll read just about anything he writes.
An occasional mystery, usually on the light side. I can’t do horror and gore, it gives me nightmares for way too long. Nor can I read, or watch, animal stories, no matter how happy the ending turns out to be.
I do like alternate histories though. What ifs …? For instance, what if, in 1066, William the Conqueror … didn’t?

4. Tell us about the most exciting place you have ever visited?
Perhaps not the most exciting, but certainly one of the most eerie. Honolulu airport. Seriously! … it was on my flight from Sydney, Australia to Vancouver, Canada. We had a midnight re-fueling stop-over in Honolulu, at about 12 hours into the flight. Imagine a plane full of sleep deprived passengers walking from one end of a completely deserted terminal, except it was full of shadows and echoes, to the other. It was a really big terminal. I think there were only two or three humans in the entire building, apart from us. It felt like an episode from the ‘Twilight Zone’.

5. What is the most mundane, day to day, thing you can share about yourself?
This is a kinda depressing question. Every time I think of something that could possible fall into the ‘mundane’ category I, in all honesty, have to relegate it to the ‘weird’ or ‘eccentric’ box.
OK. Here’s one. I like knitting. One time I knitted this … erm … nope, that goes into the ‘seriously eccentric’ category!
Alright, this is the most mundane thing I can find. I play Bejeweled Twist when I’m stuck on a writing scene. How’s that?

(I can think of some other things to do when you are stuck on a scene.  Acting it Out, maybe?  Unless it will do harm to yourself or others. 🙂 )

6. What scares you the most?
Small spaces, rooms with no windows. I don’t mind if the door is open, but close it and I’m a little worried. No way out.

7. Tell us anything but keep it G rated.
The sound of bagpipes makes me cry!

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By Sally

Sally Franklin Christie Blogger and Author of If I Should Die and Milk Carton People.

8 replies on “Writerly Wednesday Welcomes Widdershins!”

Lisabet – Long pole eh? … nothing esoteric I’m afraid. The question was to construct an ‘author survival kit’ so I concentrated on author-ly stuff, but then, of course, the author herself has to survive too, so of the things I need to physically survive, just about all of it can be made with, or got to, by a long pole. It goes with the string to make thing-a-ma-jigs to reach stuff to eat, or to make other survival stuff. It can be used by itself as a lever, bridge, weapon, etc.
The possibilities are unlimited when you think about it.

James – Glad you enjoyed it – What is it about airports? … I think it must have something to do with all that emotional energy focused on ’em. Creates some sort of psychic black hole that unwary travelers, and loose bits of airplanes, are pulled into.

Kari – Thanks – The cover took a few tries to get right. I wanted something that made it clear the story was about women, and that mysterious and HUGE things were happening to them.

Mary – ‘Voice’ is one of those amorphous things about writing. You keep looking for it all over the place until one day, you discover it was right next to you all along.
I hope that if/when you do read my book, you’ll drop by my blog and let me know what you thought.
P.S. Thankfully, no creature on the wing. I do admit to checking it out about 5 hours out of Sydney, somewhere over Samoa … just in case.

Ginger – I decided it had to be a racial memory. I come from a long line of English folk from all over the Isles, and there’s a fair crop of ’em from the North in my genes. Has to be that!

Hi, Widdershins,

I’ve been in Honolulu airport in the middle of the night too, and you’re right, it’s weird. No, wait, I think in my case it was Anchorage. Anyway, it was full of young soldiers, lying around, sleeping on the floor – a bit like corpses. Very odd.

Now – I want to know what the long pole is for!

Good luck with the books!

Hi Widdershins, interesting and enjoyable interview. My if not spookiest, at least unnerving airport was one in western Virginia, up in the mountains, where our plane (commuter flight) had to land because there was a problem with the door — apparently it was in danger of falling off! The airport was small, and very non-busy, so to stretch our legs I and others walked out on the runway, looking around to enjoy the view of monutain tops towering up *above* us.

What a wonderful interview. I love your voice and need to check out your books.
I love bagpipes and cuisles, etc. There’s a Celtic mystic to them that take me to another world. And I’m glad to know you didn’t see any “creatures” on airplane wings. LOL.
Mary

Bagpipes make me cry too…I suppose it’s cause they only sound proper at funerals. And, I finally learned the meaning of your name…you counterclockwise person. *lol* Enjoyed your post, Widder. I don’t much care of closed places either…it’s a claustrophobia thing I have going on. Like you, I turn to games when my muse departs. Right now, I’m hooked on Words with Friends. At least I’m learning new words.

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