The Torn Heart Giveaway - Finally Here!

Did you all have a merry Christmas? By the posts that have been going up, I can tell most of you have.  I did too - I chose not to do a separate post about it because I didn't take any good pictures, presents were on the back burner, and this year, Christmas was a very personal time of growth for me.  I can honestly say that this year was the first year that gifts, carols, trees, and lights were an added bonus to the celebration of Jesus's birth - not the purpose.  And that was one of the best gifts I could ever receive.  Thank you, Jesus!

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Now, on to the giveaway.  This is the very first giveaway I've ever hosted, and I hope it will be a very success! (Especially since its my very own book up for grabs *wink wink*)

I will be giving away two copies of Torn Heart, just to make things a little more exciting.

Here's how to enter.  

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The contest will run until January 11.  I will then do a drawing with a random number generator.  Good luck! I can't wait to see who wins :)

Love,

Ellyn

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Love,

Ellyn

Hey...

...I know I just posted, but the most wonderfullest thing just happened.  Most.  Wondefullest.  Thing.  EVER.

I got the proof copy of Torn Heart! It was worth the trek through our 'higher-than-boot snow', you betcha.

Here.  Just look at it! (I figure its no use hiding my last name anymore since I'm almost a published author.  Some of you already knew it, anyway.  :))

It's not ready to be released - not yet - but it will be soon.  Hopefully like tomorrow or the next day.  :)
Psst...be watching for a giveaway!

Love,

Ellyn

Torn Heart? What's that?

I haven't given you an update on my poor little book for so long that some of my new followers may not even know what it is.  If that is your case, just click on the "Torn Heart" tag on my tag cloud in the sidebar.  If you look hard, you'll find snippets to read...*winks*

As it happened, I hadn't touched it for almost as long, but when I finally went back with my dad to fix up our page size and chapter headings and such, I skimmed the story while I checked everything over.  And I loved it! It's my baby again.  (Sorry, Seaspear...haha, just kidding.  I have two babies now.  Well, make that three.)

So that was my inspiration to get gung-ho on the cover.  With the advice of Mom and Dad, I've got this for the front....

Obviously, my last name is not "*****"and I'm taking off the big "Copyright" thing in the middle.  They're just for safety reasons.

And here's the blurb that goes on the back.  (Also copyrighted © 2010)

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A rebellion is rising…

The peasants of Sierr have dealt with Queen Livia’s cruel hand long enough.  Sixteen-year-old Jacha Simyrna, who has spent her whole life stealing food and places to sleep in the queen’s castle, finds herself trapped between the two sides.  The clink of promised gold echoes in Jacha’s ears as she sets out to do what the queen asks of her, but she finds life with the peasants different than she had ever thought it would be.  Will Jacha yield herself to the powers of money, or the powers of friendship?   

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So I have the cover, the spine, the back cover, the ISBN.  All I have to do now is change the resolution of the pictures to 300 DPI (dots per inch), which I have no clue how to do! :(  I'm going to ask my dad to help.  :)

And you know how I said we were doing Morris Publishing? We changed to CreateSpace.  Though not as fancy and professional, it is much cheaper, you can get your book made smaller - I'm doing 5.25 x 8 - and have cream paper! Which is much more relaxing to the eye and looks way better.  I'm hoping, though, that since its "cheaper", it won't turn out "cheaper", if you know what I mean.  

So my book won't look exactly professional, but that is okay.  I plan to send Seaspear in to Port Yonder Press when it's done, because its a nautical book.  :)  Incidentally, I'm on Chapter 11 or 12 of that one. 

Have a great day. I'm going shopping with a friend this morning in about half an hour, and tomorrow we're getting our Christmas tree!

- Ellyn

Posts to watch for:

- A book review on the highly enjoyable yet not squeaky clean Piratica

- Miracle Mountain Ranch - Why is Ellyn so excited?

"I was acting. Acting!"

In our writing club a few weeks ago, we played the actor game. You imagine that your book was going to be turned into a movie, and pick actors to play each part. I didn't get all my actors, but here was what I found.

Jacha Simyrna, age 16, she has straight dark hair and her eyes are green. Mia Wasikowska has none of those qualities, but she does have a perfect face and personality to play my main character. Mia also starred in Alice in Wonderland and will star in Jane Eyre. In both of these, she had the main roles.

This is Kiann Aster. The lead male role. I could NOT, for the life of me, find an actor to play him, so I chose Ed Speleers, who was Eragon in Eragon. The face is NOT right, so just look at the hair.

This is Michach (ME-shaw), the master of the house where Jacha goes to live temporarily. He's played by Jeremy Irons.

This is the mistress of the house, Mala. She's played by Lindsey Duncan, who played Helen Kingsleigh in Alice in Wonderland.

This is their twenty-year-old daughter, Silke. She's a sweet blond whom Jacha dislikes at first, but as you see her character develop, you find she could be more spice than sugar. The actress is Eliza Bennett, who played Meggie in Inkheart.

Here's my evil queen, Livia. Megan Fox plays her, which is somewhat of a joke. I think she'd fit the role (in a few years), but I'd hate working with her. ;)

This is the queen's favorite "soldier", Vorrda. He's played by Rupert Friend, who was also Mr. Wickham in Pride and Predjudice. (Keira version)

And lastly, this is Lark. He's a shady, suave character who comes up behind everyone else. I chose Christopher Lee to play him in the Torn Heart movie. Lee also played Count Dooku in Star Wars and Dracula in...well, Dracula.

I hope you enjoyed this fraction of my characters, and perhaps you want to try the actor game yourself now. I'd love to hear about it.

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Pie Day!

We went to the ____ Pie Day today :) What fun! Apparently, this town has an "Official Pie Day" every year, and this is the 21st year they've done it. I just love small town gatherings. We each got a slice of pie, and for the sake of variety, I was adventurous and got a slice of peach raspberry. I usually stick with the traditional apple and peach, but I was glad I didn't do that this time.

What else has been going on? Our cat, Icicle, came home two nights ago with a crooked jaw. He could not close his mouth, eat, or drink. We all knew that we might have to put him down if jaw surgery was too expensive. It was a sad night. However, the next morning, we took him in to the vet, and she found that it was only a dislocation. She put his jaw back into place, and now Icicle is home and happy. :) And that makes all of us happy too, because...what would life be without our amazing Maine Coon cat? It would be just sad, that's what it would be.

Indy and I have been riding a lot as well. I've been going to the stable in the mornings because its cooler, and I don't have to worry about him sweating too much. We are practicing our gaming skills, even though if I took Indy anywhere professionally, he would not be a gaming horse. Maybe reining, or western pleasure. But gaming is a good place to start. :) What used to happen was Indy would try to run sideways toward the gate whenever I turned around a barrel. (There isn't a way to close the arena where I ride.) While racing back, he'll get over-excited and run through the gate and all the way to the barn, if I can't slow him down. Once, he almost slammed me into the fence on the side of the arena. To solve the problem, I put one barrel at the end of the arena, and every time we stop at the barrel, he gets a treat. It really works, and he has calmed down a lot while we game. Our time during barrels went from fifty seconds + to around thirty-three. Which still isn't very good, I realize, but even so... :)

Torn Heart is officially finished. I don't have to touch it at all now, except the dedication page, the back cover, and the chapter titles. CHEERS!! But seriously, I don't know how people write sequels. At the moment, I am pretty sick of the world and characters I created. Which is to be expected, after reading it and editing it through four times. My big problem now is the cover art. Since we're thinking of self-publishing it, I have to come up with that myself. My idea is to have a friend model with a horse and a bow (which I have), and then I can edit the picture to look sort of...surreal.

Have a wonderful day, friends!

Another Contest!

I'm entering Hannah's photo contest! These are fun :)

Here's my photo.

What I love about summer is all the time I get to spend at the barn riding. In the cool of the morning, I can ride Indy for a long time without worrying about schoolwork. I'm going to miss that come fall.

I took this picture at our county fair.

To enter the contest, visit Hannah's blog: My Nutty Life.

And now I have some news for you. My book is finished! All that's left is to have my dad read it over. Then I'll be ready to send it...someplace. :)

Also, I'm leaving at four in the morning tomorrow for PA - we'll be attending my cousin's wedding. And I'm going to be a bridesmaid. Pictures to follow! I'll write again next week.

Bantering

Got this idea from Gwyn over at the Celtic Cowgirl blog. Enjoy my conversation with my main character!

Ellyn (me): Only one more round of revisions and Torn Heart is finished. I can’t wait!!

Jacha: I’m sure you can’t. But I don’t like being tweaked around like this.

Ellyn: Come on, I’m not tweaking you very much. Won’t you like your new section?

Jacha: *grumbles* More work for me…

Ellyn: That was my point, kinda sorta.

Jacha: *wrinkles brow* Kinda sorta?

Ellyn: That’s how they say it in my world sometimes.

Jacha: You live in a strange world.

Ellyn: I know. But you don’t have to say it in that tone of voice. I should have taught you your manners long ago. Where’s your respect for me? I created you, didn’t I?

Jacha: Hey, I’m learning, aren’t I? Besides…*quietly* Without me, you wouldn’t have a protagonist.

Ellyn: *teasing* Oh, protagonists are easy to come by. Quite.

Jacha: *turns* All right. It’s been nice working with you. *walks away*

Ellyn: *gestures wildly* Wait! You can’t LEAVE! The book is almost FINISHED!

Jacha: Doesn’t matter. I’ll find a gig somewhere else. Do you think Christopher Paolini would take me on? What did he write again, something with dragons…?

Ellyn: *mouth drops* You wouldn’t dare.

Jacha: Watch me.

Ellyn: *shouts* I’ll have you break your leg! I’ll have someone steal Violet! I’ll -

Jacha: *yawns* You know what, I’m kind of tired. I guess I could stay…

Ellyn: *wipes brow and heaves a sigh of relief*

Jacha: *smirks*

Ellyn: *hesitantly* You wouldn’t really leave…would you?

Jacha: *low voice*: Of course not.


June 23, 2010

Snippet

This is a snippet that I found in my files. I wrote it a few months ago just for fun. In it, I have a few of the same characters that I have in Torn Heart, but instead of being 18, 20, and 23, they are 7, 9, and 12. It’s not completed, so maybe I’ll finish it up later and give you the end in a different post. Remember – this was written for pure fun. There isn’t really a plot or a purpose.

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The fearsome warrior advanced toward the glittering dragon with his sword held aloft and his blaze of red hair shining in the sun. The dragon widened its golden eyes, trying to hypnotize him, but the warrior stood firm. Behind him crouched the princess, her filmy skirt swirling over the dirt in pale pink torrents. The warrior raised his sword as smoke poured from the dragon’s nostrils…

“No, say ‘billowed’, not ‘poured’,” corrected the princess. “It sounds better.”

“Okay then, smoke billowed from the dragon’s nostrils as he bent forth to eat you.”

“Well, kill him quick, then!” The princess was getting impatient.


The fierce warrior swiped off the dragon’s head in one blow. All of his guts spilled out onto the ground. His slayer gave a triumphant yell, and the princess squealed.

“Eeew!” The princess squealed obligingly. “You’re brave and fierce, all right.”

“How was my yell?”

“It hurt my ears. Kiann!” Nine-year-old Silke jumped to her feet and pointed at the retreating “dragon.” “Dusty’s making right for Mum’s garden! We’ve got to stop him!”

The two children ran after the lanky brown horse, who trotted placidly along, hot on the trail of sweet green buds and shoots. His leadrope bounced behind him.

When the animal was finally caught and returned to his pasture, the door of the white farmhouse on the hill swung open and a tall woman with beautiful chestnut hair popped her head out. “Oren’s here, you two.” A twelve-year-old boy jumped over the threshold after her and jogged toward Kiann and Silke.

“Hi. Watcha playin’?”

“The usual.”

“Oh.”

“Do you want to play? You can be the evil wizard who –”

“Nah.” Oren ran a hand through his shock of black hair. “I’ll only play if I get to throw Silke in the mud or something.”

“Mo-o-o-ther!” Silke wailed, but Mala had already gone back into the house.

“Then I won’t play.” Oren said.

“Well, what do you want to do, then?”

Oren turned to Kiann. “Cuz, let’s go to the secret treehouse.”

Kiann turned all too willingly to bound after Oren. “See you later, Silke.”
“So long, Askila,” said Oren, with a lofty wave of his hand.

“Wait!” Silke stumbled over a tree root and fell right on her nose. Her pale tresses of hair trailed in the mud. “Show me where the secret treehouse is!”

“Girls.” she heard Oren’s echo from somewhere in the deep woods. “Always whining aboutsomething.”

Silke got to her feet and sorrowfully wiped off her nose. “Fine. I’ll find a game to play all by myself.” She stomped off toward the house. When she opened the kitchen door, she saw her mother mixing something in a large blue bowl.

“What happened to the boys?” Mala asked her daughter.


“They don’t want me to play with them and Oren’s so mean,” Silke pouted. “Every time he comes over, Kiann goes to his side.”

“Do you know how to wrestle?”

“Not their way, and you don’t allow me to.”

“Do you know how to swordfight with sticks?”

“No. All their games are too rough!” Silke gave an exaggerated sigh.

“Presto. You have the reason why they don’t want you to play with them.” Mala wiped chocolatey fingers on her apron. “Go clean yourself up and you can help me make this cake for Papa.”

“Is it is birthday?”

“No, it’s just to make him feel better after a hard day at the brickyard. Now off to the washbasin with you.”

A while later, just as Mala was taking the hot cake out of the oven and the aroma of warm chocolate had come to linger in the kitchen, the two boys burst into the room, red-cheeked and ruddy.

“There you are,” Oren exclaimed to Silke. “Mala, is that cake…”
“No. You grab some cookies and get your muddy selves out of here.” The woman made a shooing motion with her hands.

Silke tagged after Kiann and Oren as they ventured out into the yard. Kiann reached back to give her a cookie and she chewed it thoughtfully, listening to the other two’s whispered conversation.

“What do you think, should we tell her?”

“Hmm.” Kiann had a mouthful of cookie. He shrugged.

“Tell me what? What are you boys talking about?”

“I don’t know if you would understand…” said Oren, hemming and hawing.

“I’ll understand it better than you!”

“But we’re the ones who made it up,” mumbled eight-year-old Kiann, confused.

“Okay, we’ll tell you, but you have to promise not to tell. Ever! Not a-n-y-o-n-e.”

Silke put her hands on her hips and shook her head. “No way. Papa says it’s never wise to agree to anything you don’t understand.”
Oren sighed. “You always have to make things so difficult. Just come on.” He and Kiann took off into the woods and Silke bunched up her skirts and ran after them, breathless. She caught up to them just as they reached a ramshackle jumble of boards and nails and grass in a tree branch a few feet off the ground.

It must be the secret treehouse, Silke thought to herself.

“This,” began Oren with a dramatic sweep of his hand, “Is the secret treehouse.” He bowed and motioned Silke in.

“Er…where’s the door?”

“Bother. You girls don’t know anything. Come on, Kiann, we’ll go in first.” He removed a fair amount of sticks and leaves and ducked inside.
Once inside, the treehouse was cozy, and much sturdier than it looked from its hodge-podge exterior. However, Silke could see that it needed a feminine touch.

“You should put some violets around the walls for decoration,” she suggested, “And get some old carpet for the floor.”

“Naw, this is a treehouse for tough people.” Oren swung a cloth flap over the door and leaned forward.

“Kiann and I have decided to start a secret club.”

Silke shrugged. “So? You have before. They all dissolve, and I’m sure not even you remember them.”

“Well, this one is different. It’s got a purpose and a password.”

“And we’re asking you to join it,” Kiann broke in.

“Kiann!” Oren turned on his cousin. “That’s not the way! You can’t just say it. You’ve got to use stealth. You’ve got to be wise to ensure what you want without making the other person feel like they’ve gotten the upper hand!” He shook his head in reproach. “I’ve got things to teach you.” He turned back to Silke. “We don’t have to have you join, you know. It’s an honor to be asked.”

“Well, what’s the purpose and the password?”
“Kiann lost his parents in the queen’s court, and I lost my aunt and uncle.”

“They’re the same.”

“Right. Anyway, both of us think that the queen is up to something bad, and we both vowed that when we get bigger, we’re going to fight hard for the rights of the people.”

“How do you know she’s up to something bad? You can’t just falsely accuse.”

“I listen to my father tell the news every night, so you can trust me.”
Silke narrowed her eyes at him. “I don’t know about trusting you. Every time I do, you throw mud balls at me or pour water all over my head or take away whatever I…”

“You can trust him this time,” Kiann assured her.

Oren nodded. “I’ll show you my notes later, okay? Meanwhile, do you want to take the vow or not? Do you want to help us?”

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And that’s the END!! Augh!! What a cliffhanger, huh?!! Catch ya later. I may be posting again soon because we have been getting a lot of rain.

June 11, 2010

The Wheels Are Turning...

My dad/editor finished reading Torn Heart and he wants me to make it longer! But that is okay because he gave me some ideas on how to do that.
He wants my main character, Jacha, to take a bigger “hero” role, and he also want more preparation for the battle. I am pretty excited to get working. My mom/editor-second-in-command is reading it next.

That’s mainly why I stopped to write a little. What else can I tell you about?

Indy is doing really, really, really well. I took him on the busy road with one of my friends the other day, and he didn’t spook the whole time. He did spook on the not-so-busy road, but that was just because a dragonfly flew right in front of him. Hey, if a bug flew right in my face, I’d spook too. And a few days ago, me and that same friend rode out on the trail. Indy doesn’t really like the trail too much – I think he gets nervous because the foliage is so thick he can’t see very far ahead of him. But he did great! Even when we got lost…

Yeah, we took a wrong turn on the trail so my friend decided to let her horse Jake lead us out. They do it in all the books and movies, right? Horses just seem to know the way home. Well, it’s true! I was skeptical when Jake turned onto this overgrown path three feet deep in ferns, but we eventually came out right where we wanted to be. And Indy didn’t spook that whole time.

I think it’s because I’m starting to behave more like a leader in our horse/human relationship.

Another cool horse thing is a horse place right by my house. My friend and I met the lady (I will call her Sue), and she holds a rehibilitation program for kids with palsy/autism, and etc. I’m hoping to volunteer there next week. I was going to go yesterday, but it was raining really hard, so I’m guessing it was canceled. Sue is also going to help us improve our riding in her spare time. Cool!!!!

And again…I’m sorry about this double header. Actually, I’m starting to get used to it. Now you have a choice to make with my pages! Will you choose to click the TOP “Books” button, or the BOTTOM one? I seriously do not know how to get rid of it…I also can’t figure out why my pictures won’t stay in my posts. >:(

Well, I’ll sign off. I’ve got things to think about

June 9, 2010

Hurrah!

Just a short note to say that the third draft of Torn Heart is finally FINISHED!!! I am so happy! I am printing it out right now….I will have my editor (Dad) read it and give his suggestions, and then maybe hand it out to a trusted friend so she can give her comments.

And after that…start the publishing process? Maybe?


May 30, 2010

Getting Unstuck

I am working on incorporating a whole new sub-plot into Torn Heart and the tangled plot was driving me nuts. I got scared that I would lose my character personalities while I was obsessing over outline organization. I ended up writing down all the questions in my head and answering them through the characters. This makes me laugh because six good guys and one bad guy are in a councilroom together discussing what they’re going to do. Yeah, I know it’s outnumbered, but my other bad guys would not cooperate in that situation.
I’ve posted it here just for fun….understand that it is just for fun and its not going in the book.
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Jacha looked around the circle. “Why wouldn’t Lark try to kill me? He’s supposed to be cruel, right?”
Lark chuckled. “I don’t believe you should be the one asking that question, sweetheart. It sounds quite odd.”

“Well, I escape, so…”

“The way I see it,” Kiann interrupted, “Is that he’d be too levelheaded to think about killing you. He’d kidnap you, maybe, but why would he dirty a clean sword blade while cutting off your head like a crazy person?” He paused and glanced at the gaunt figure across the table. “Isn’t that right, Lark?”

“Hit the nail on the head, young man.” Lark gave an engaging smile. “Now if only you didn’t have to come along and rescue her, the story would be almost perfect.”

Kiann’s jaw clenched. He stood up and jabbed a finger in Lark’s direction. “I don’t care if you do drop bundles of swords at our doorstep, you can just – “

“All right, let’s stick to the outline.” Michach slapped his hand down on the ink-stained sheet of paper before him.

Jacha fidgeted on the hard-backed chair. She didn’t want to be stuck in this cramped room discussing plans for the future. She wanted to go out and ride. “Why does Kiann have to rescue me?” she muttered. “Couldn’t I just dodge Lark by myself?”

“It won’t be just Kiann, Jacha. Michach and Oren will be there as well.” Mala laid a soothing hand on the girl’s shoulder.

“But – ”

“Enough!” Michach boomed. “Jacha, you know you learn to like him eventually, so just go along with it.”

Mala laughed at her husband’s words, but Jacha glared at Kiann and he stared coolly back.

Blonde Silke took charge. “Next on the agenda, everyone. I think we should bring food to Greenlodge before Jacha is admitted into our cell group instead of after. That way our kindness can be established and it can serve as a test to see if she’s loyal.” She surveyed them with serious blue eyes. “All in agreement, give a show of right hands.”

Suprisingly, everyone raised their right hand.

Next, Lark stood to address them. His gaunt figure loomed over the table, and just for a moment Jacha felt a flash of fear. What if things didn’t go as planned and he did try to kill her, instead of just kidnapping?

“When am I exchanging messages with Jacha?” he asked.

Michach consulted his papers. “It says here in the outline you’re doing that after Jacha confesses to us.”

Lark shook his head. “Let’s move it up, somewhere before I save her from Vorrda and consult with him.”

“Why?” Jacha demanded.

“Because I believe it fits better there, sweetheart.”

Jacha jumped to her feet. “Would you stop calling me that? You do it in the book too, and it makes me mad.”

“That’s my point, dear one. Is everybody in agreement with my little switch?”

No one objected, so approval was taken as a given.

Oren’s left eye was graced with a sudden spark of mischief. “Shall we elaborate on the scene where Silke and I kiss? The kiss itself only gets one line in the book…”

Michach’s eyes went from his blushing daughter to grinning Oren and he lifted his eyebrows. “I believe it’s fine just how it is,” he said drily.

Everyone laughed, including Silke, though she tried to pinch Oren’s arm under the table.

“Say, where’d Kiann go?” Jacha asked. She had realized that the red-headed boy’s seat was empty.

The others sprang up from the round table and pushed their way to the door.

“Really, him being out in the sunshine while we’re locked up in this dusty councilroom. Come on!” Jacha burst out and took a breath of fresh air.

“I doubt you’d be able to bring him back even if you tried,” said Michach.

“I’m up for a try,” said Jacha, laughing.

Behind them all, the smudged outline fluttered to the floor.
March 11, 2010

Yo!

Hello, everyone. Just a note to keep you reading.

I entered a writing contest last year with “Torn Heart” and I was supposed to hear back on February 2, whether I had won or not. I didn’t hear back, so I assumed my entry had been lost, and I e-mailed them to ask about it. Today, they e-mailed back that the winners would be announced the first week of March. I’m glad I’m still in the contest, but I have to deal with more suspense now.

I’ve also been toying with the idea of writing a sequel to “Torn Heart”, as I don’t want to leave that world behind just yet; and I also have a good idea for the sequel. I started outlining, so we’ll see if I have time for that along with all of my other writing projects.

I’m also learning how to play the banjo. My dad is too. It’s really fun so far – bluegrass has risen on my music categories list. Yes…bluegrass is GREAT!

Well, I’ll talk more later.

“It will keep him most occupied, most occupied indeed….” Alpha, “Up”
February 6, 2010