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Weekly Word Count #94

Word Count: 7,089

What story I’m working on: Future King is picking up speed, as I hit 40k this week! The whole story is starting to unfold with that clarity that I sometimes get at the midway point. I know exactly where I want it to go, and I can’t wait for the ride. This is going to be an intense read.

What I’m editing/marketing: At the moment I started tweaking Red Skies Take Warning, an older manuscript, and I began doing some grammatical edits on Forged Alliances while I’m waiting for my beta-readers to get back to me. On the plus, I can’t wait to start into Waking for Winter edits! I recently started submittng Captivating Melody to publishers, so fingers crossed, because that series would be glorious.

Line of the week:

So the minute the musicians began to play, I watched, spellbound. These masters of their craft spun a tale before us as the melody filtered through the air. The heartrending strain of the violin, the piercing, mesmerizing whistle of the flute wove together with the robust notes from the cello binding the piece together. No words were necessary to communicate the slow rise of the grief that suspended in the air. I knew this devastation well, one that brought me to my knees every time I’d entered my house, waiting for a greeting that would never arrive.

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Weekly Word Count #93

Word Count: 4,332

What story I’m working on: Slowed down a bunch because of finishing Forged Alliances last week! Still super proud to have that story complete, and now it’s out with beta readers! What that means is my sole focus is back on Future King, which is slugging along at a snail’s pace as I hit 33k this week. I came to a realization on that though, one I want to share. Normally, I rip through contemporary fantasy, urban fantasy and the sort because the locations are so easy for me to describe, the settings natural, and even the monster creation comes readily. However, Future King is science fiction and I need a level of precision and detail with my worldbuilding and language that I can’t convey with my normal racing through a story through the characters. So, I think it’s a good thing for me to work on writing multiple projects currently, since it forces me to take my time with Future King and seriously give this story and its unique world the attention it deserves.

What I’m editing/marketing: I started resubmitting the Iron Legacy, so we’ll see! In other related news, I’ve finally got word on Waking for Winter! The final book in the Philadelphia Coven Chronicles is now under contract! I recently started submitting Captivating Melody to publishers, so fingers crossed, because that series would be glorious.

Line of the week:

“You’ll be searching for a metal you’re connected with—the piece will have the signature of your forefather imprinted in the very make of it,” Merlin murmured in my ear, his breath tickling from his closeness. His alchemy wove through mine, like the circuits and wires of a motherboard, transferring information in a seamless flow.

Everywhere I searched, from copper to nickel, from gold overlay to platinum filigree, nothing jumped out as dangerous or resonated with me in the way Excalibur did. If anything could have convinced me of the truth behind Merlin’s declaration of my history, of what they sought to accomplish, it had been the punch to my gut the moment I boarded that ship. I’d never believed in destiny until I stepped inside the Excalibur and was forced to confront my own.

 

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Weekly Word Count #92

Word Count: 15,314

What story I’m working on: Damn, I slid to the finish line for Forged Alliances this week! This story was a total blast to write, and I’m sad to see Sierra and Dax go, but I’m excited to continue the series in the future, as already it’s a vibrant, fun cast. Since I was so hyper-focused on finishing Forged Alliances, I let Future King slide right now, but I’ll be back on it next week!

What I’m editing/marketing: I actually just revised Iron Legacy and prepped the query and synopsis, so I’m about to enter submission zone again! Still waiting to here on Waking for Winter, and I also recently started submitting Captivating Melody to publishers, so fingers crossed.

Line of the week:

“Just so you’re aware, I don’t share,” Sierra said lightly, even though steel edged her words. “If we’re mated, that means you’re mine alone.”

“That goes both ways,” he murmured into her hair. “If any asshole tries encroaching on my territory, I’ve proved I know how to protect it.”

Sierra snorted, glancing up to him. “That’s assuming I don’t slit the bastard from navel to throat first. I’m not a fainting idiot in need of protection.”

Dax grinned, his eyes sparking with desire. “No way in hell a weakling would survive mated to me.”

 

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Weekly Word Count #91

Word Count: 10,234

What story I’m working on: Weeeeeell, I definitely kicked some ass this week in the wording department. Got all the way up to 45k in Forged Alliances, which means I’m tumbling downhill to the end fast. (About 15k projected left!) And while my pace slowed down with Future King a wee bit, I still rounded the week off at 29k, so forward progress for the win!

What I’m editing/marketing: I’m about halfway through the final edit of The Iron Legacy, which means I need to start writing and polishing a query. Still waiting to here on Waking for Winter, and I also recently started submitting Captivating Melody to publishers, so fingers crossed.

Line of the week:

His lips brushed over hers, nothing like the fiery explosions that had erupted between them before. This gentle scrape of a kiss shocked her with adrenaline, coaxing the deep, burning core of her to the surface. The sun glowed along her skin, the warmth and light dizzying when combined with the sensations of his fingers tangled through her hair and his lips on hers. She melted into the kiss, embracing the heady swirl of euphoria that emerged as they continued this tentative exploration.

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Why I Write Feminist Romance

If you asked me five years ago if I’d be writing romance and absolutely loving it, I would’ve laughed at you. Why? Well, I’m a huge tomboy, and growing up, the romance genre seemed to have no place for me. My glimpses into it was hyper-feminine girls, ultra-masculine guys–both things I veered away from in a big way. After all, I detest pigheaded, overly macho guys, and I hate being talked down to. My limited exposure taught me that romance as a genre was all about that.

Except it’s not. I wrote my first romance novella on a whim, just curious to explore a new genre and write a fun story about selkies (That’s By the Sea, by the way :P) as I dove further into writing the genre, I also began to read more paranormal romance, immersing myself in the stories. That’s when I first discovered the genre held more depth than I thought it did, more diversity, more variety than the rigid lines my exposure had gleaned me. As I dove deeper, I read stories with strong women, with softer men, ones with every sort of kink imaginable, every type of personality explored. Assault survivors, abuse survivors, people with horrifying pasts were featured in these books, their damage brought to the plate as they fought to heal from it so they could be in happy, committed relationships.

There was a depth to many of these stories that I hadn’t at first anticipated, and I began to believe differently than I’d thought from the beginning. Maybe the romance genre did have a place for a bossy tomboy like me. Older stories that adhered more rigidly to gender norms and stereotypes had no appeal to me, but I fast began to see that a lot of modern day romance authors were feminists like myself, and that their beliefs wove into their work seamlessly. Once I realized I didn’t have to become hyper-feminine to read and write romance, that I could be the rough-talking, crude chick I’ve always been I dove headfirst into the genre and I haven’t regretted it once.

Truth be told, I don’t want other women to experience what I did–feeling not-female because I didn’t adhere to the stereotypes of my gender, because I didn’t want to coo over purses and shoes growing up. I want women and men both to be able to enjoy romance, because I think emotional exploration is important, but to do that, to engage both sexes, feminism is beyond important. Men have to be allowed to be soft, to be real, to have doubts and fears and hopes, rather than representation as some grunting macho stud who can’t have emotions. And women need to be able to flourish, for their strengths to be highlighted, not quashed, and their personalities shine off the page.

So, I’ll continue writing my feminist brand of romance to prove that there are a thousand shades of strength in both sexes, and that our gender need not define our personalities. That we as human beings are complex, multi-faceted creatures worth exploring.

And, if you’re looking for a diverse and feminist urban fantasy to plunge into, Philadelphia Coven Chronicles will definitely be up your alley.

Thanks for tuning in!

-Kat

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Weekly Word Count #90

Word Count: 5,202

What story I’m working on: Not going to lie, the only reason I have high word counts is because I kicked ass on Saturday. I spent Sunday through Wednesday down for the count with the flu. Didn’t even look at my laptop. Hit 27k with Future King, because I got to write a scene I was super excited about! Doing an LGBT lead is new territory for me, and I’m stoked to venture into it! Forged Alliance has been chugging along, slow and steady. I hit 37k, and I’m hoping by the end of Feb to hit 40!

What I’m editing/marketing: Submitted Waking for Winter to my editor the other week, so I’m waiting for a response on that. Here’s to hoping! Reviews of Rising for Autumn are still coming in, which is all of the excite since it’s now available! Actually almost finished polishing Iron Legacy, so once I go through and do a big read through edit, I’m going to redo the query/synopsis and send it out to market again.

Line of the week:

For a moment, all the charisma melted, the flash of vulnerability brushing the air raw. “You have no idea,” his voice came out rough and husky.

I gave him a half-smile. “I just might.” The weight of a crew was different than that of loss, but each exacted their own tolls, and the longer you bore the heavy load on your own, the more those walls rose between you and your closest, until each smile grew tougher, each laugh forced. “You know,” I said, glancing down at the bowl in front of me. “We’re in the perfect position to trade here. Ease some of your burden by telling me what the hell we’re facing, without the bullshit bravado, and you can sate my anxiety—I can fight better if I know what I’m facing, shit odds or no.”

 

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Weekly Word Count #89

Word Count: 7,775

What story I’m working on: Hit 24k with Future King, and I’m feeling things pick up a bit with it–not going to lie, for some weird reason, I’m finding Shameless super inspiring for this story. As for Forged Alliances, the central problem has unfolded and it’s all racing towards the end from here. I can see it in the far distance as I capped the week at 35k!

What I’m editing/marketing: Submitted Waking for Winter to my editor the other week, so I’m crossing my fingers and waiting for a response on that. Reviews of Rising for Autumn are still coming in, which is all of the excite since it’s now available! I’ve been polishing Iron Legacy as well–given the distance and detachment from the story, the initial flaws are really clear, but also quite simple to fix, so wish me luck.

Line of the week:

“This the guy I’m supposed to be fighting?” Dax called out, his hands in his pockets as he strolled up to the Tribe. “When you said bear alpha, I was impressed—expecting some big, brawny thing, but instead, this beanpole shows up.” He flashed his teeth with his smile, knowing in this case he literally poked the bear.

Dorlan growled, a deep guttural bellow that threatened to rip through the place.

Dax winked at him. “Save it for the match, hot stuff.” If looks could kill, he’d be dead at this point. One thing he excelled at beyond all else was pissing people off. What most didn’t realize was that in keeping his temper, he had the advantage. Besides, when it came to serious types, they were all too fun to torture—he’d delighted in pressing Sierra’s buttons from the moment they’d met.

“I’ve never seen Dorlan that enraged. You truly have a gift for annoyance,” Sierra murmured as she stepped up beside him.