My submission for the Rocking Hard Submission Call that was put up on Less Than Three Press has been accepted. The story is about a rock star and a song writer and it was fun and a bit difficult to write. I say it was difficult because like I mentioned in an earlier post, I kept putting off the writing, and when I was ready to get to work, my room got flooded and my laptop got soaking wet. I had to write the entire story in a notebook, while praying fervently that my laptop can be fixed. I certainly didn’t have money to purchase a new one, and my friends were all busy with theirs, so I just had to hope for the best. The laptop was finally fixed (except that I now had to get a new battery. I still haven’t gotten a new battery yet, but I should be able to get me a new one by the middle of the month), and I had to spend an entire week typing and editing. Finally the story was ready, sent to my beta reader and then sent it in for submission.
When I opened my mailbox two days ago and saw the acceptance email, I felt a variety of emotions. The relief that a story I’d poured my heart into (I had to write some songs and trust me, song writing is not so easy. Lol) was accepted; the satisfaction that I was able to actually have my work done with all the troubles that crept up and the wonder that I wrote and people believed that the words deserved to be read by others, not just myself. I think that is what keeps me writing. It’s the wonder of watching words form on page and having my characters loved and understood. They all have stories to tell, and when a story I write is accepted, I nod my head at the realization that the character was heard.
My kitsune/wolf-dog shifter story that is part of the Bestiary anthology will be released in exactly forty days from now, and I’m excited about that as well. Will write in another post why I love that story so much and how I got hooked on the character of Taeyo and his mate, Germane. I have an excerpt available for you to read. Hope you like it.
The sun shone brightly above, sending its rays to warm the earth. The fields were bursting with various colours: the red of roses, the blue of daisies, the purple hues of the hibiscus plant. Flowers and wheat moved gently in the breeze, a silent dance to the song of the wind.
Taeyo reveled in the wind blowing through his fur, making him almost fly as his tails swished behind him. He loved running in his fox form, especially the way everything passed by in a blur as he raced to his destination. A thrill hummed through his body and laughter bubbled in his throat, but he suppressed the sound. The wind would carry it, and then his parents would find him and drag him back home. He was free and he was going to stay that way for as long as he could. It had been two weeks already and he had not yet been discovered. He had plans to ensure that things remained that way. Hopefully, by the time his parents decided to send his cousins after him, he would have had more than enough time to enjoy being free before the saddle of a union with Saya.
He arrived at the creek that was located at the boundary of town and slowed down. Taeyo raised his head and sniffed, asking the wind to make the smells sharper. He thought he smelled something and he needed to be certain what it was before he moved forward. When he sniffed again, he immediately recognized the smell. Ahead of him was the strong, distinctive odour left by three-tailed kitsunes, also known as sanbis. The smell was a couple of days old and carried with it a warning of danger and a plea for help from others of their kind.
As Taeyo trotted forward, he wondered what could have led kitsunes to visit this particular valley. Few people came this way, especially three-tailed foxes that preferred to stay close to their families.
Curiosity fully awakened, he continued to move forward; the wind muffled the sound of his steps and prevented the water in the stream from splashing about and alerting anyone to his presence.
The path finally led to level ground. Beyond some trees stood a small house, almost a hut. Taeyo sharpened his vision, but he could see no one in the building. He heard his mother’s voice in his head, warning him not to be the naive character in horror movies that entered a suspicious building and then wondered why terrible things happened to him. His father’s voice encouraged him to be a man and enter the place. It wasn’t as though he couldn’t handle anything that might happen.
His mind made up, Taeyo moved to the house and pushed the door open with his nose. It opened with a creak and he passed through the small opening.
The house was bare; the only pieces of furniture that he could see were a table and a chest made from silver birch. Taeyo stared at the chest. It was simple enough, but on its cover was a seal embossed with the swirls that represented the movement of the tails of kitsunes in flight. The chest was tightly shut, although there was no lock. Opening it should be very easy to do. Even as he had that thought, it occurred to Taeyo that whomever had placed the chest in the room probably knew what it meant, and that it would attract other kitsunes.
Just as he got to the middle of the room, thin silver strands appeared out of thin air, winding tightly around his body until he couldn’t move. It would take brute force or a small portion of his power to break the strands. But if he used his magic, his family would sense the flash of his power and be able to locate him immediately. He had not gone through all the trouble of trying to remain hidden, including changing his silver fur to a bright red, all so he could be discovered so easily.
As Taeyo lay on the floor, he wondered if the trick was one that his captors had used on other kitsunes. Any kitsune worth his or her salt would have been curious seeing the box and the swirls on it, and would have definitely moved towards the chest to investigate. And although it would be easy for him to break free of the strands, the same could not be said for sanbis, who were not as strong.
The wind brushed against his ears, bringing him the sound of approaching footsteps. His captors had decided to show themselves. Taeyo considered using just a minuscule amount of his power to break the strands, and then attacking them. After, he could either kill them all immediately, or leave some alive to question. Either way, he would kill any survivors, and then make a quick escape before anyone could come looking for him. Or, he could pretend to have no power, let them capture and take him to wherever they had hidden the other kitsunes. Then he could make his escape.
As Taeyo ran through the advantages of the different options, he heard the door creaking as someone pushed it open. Two sets of heavy treads told him that his captors were most likely of burly stature.
“Well, another kitsune is caught,” one of the unseen men said.