Kevin asks me to remind you all that keyboards are not placemats, and should not be used as such. Personally, I say have at it - he's been using my undershirts to try and make a hot air balloon. I'm not sure if I should be indignant at the abuse of my clothing or worried that he's succeeding.
Moving on from the activities of my cleaning figment - as I stated in my initial post, one of the purposes of this blog was to share some of my previously-written works with those who are interested. Therefore, I feel it is appropriate to announce that, in 7 days, I will be releasing a short excerpt from one of my long-form works, up to 2,000 words, for you to read.
The tricky part is deciding which one to pull from.
I have, to date, three novels in the works, four if you include one that I lost to hard drive death but could get down on paper again fairly easily if I so chose. However, I don't feel that one is as well thought out as the others (and one of them is barely thought out at all), so I shall not be putting it into the rotation for consideration.
That being said, here are the two possibilities that you may find some tantalizing bits of waiting for you:
Teind: In the woods of Pennsylvania, Fairies have made for themselves a new home. Only, these aren't the cute, flittery things that little girls like to imagine. In fact, if you bring up flittery little things in the presence of some fae folk, they'd probably beat you and leave you in a ditch. These are the old faeries, found in the really old tales from before the pixies went and ruined everything, and there's no guarantee that they're nice. One brave (or very foolish) faerie has gone and made a wager he can't keep, and it's up to a ragtag group of fae folk - and some humans they drag into it - to set things right. But the Teind must be paid, and they will soon find that the lives they might save might just be their own.
Underking: Dwarves. Hardy, industrious, reliable folk. Master craftsmen, proud warriors, lovers of sagas and song... and that all-night waffle place on I-79.
Josh Hopkins thought his life couldn't get much weirder when his family moved into a big old house in Middle-of-Nowhere West Virginia, but that was before THEY showed up. Now, he has to corral seven dwarves (not those dwarves) around under his parents' nose, which might be fun if they listened. But it's not all fun and games, having your very own party of dwarves. You don't get a reputation for being great warriors if you don't fight any wars, and one's about to break out right under their feet.
And there you have it! If you so choose, you may vote for which of these you would like to see, but I shall make the decision on my own if there aren't sufficient votes either way. This is all I will be posting for today, as it has been rather hectic and I have a burning desire to sit down and read a book. That, and I think Kevin got himself stuck in a tree.
One final note - I have surpassed 100 views! Yay! The total right now is 108, with views from four countries! Thank you to those of you who are taking the time to read this, I truly do appreciate it!