Tuesday's Writer's Tip More on Saving the Plot #MFRWauthor #BWLPublishing #Plot

Now some more hints about saving your plot. Since you've already looked at Who, When, Where, What, Why and How it's time to move on.

Each book has what are called significant events. First there is the meet. This very much belogs to romance but also to other genres as well. Think of a mystery. Perhaps the crime committer and the seeker don't meet in person but there is that moment when they become aware of each other. The same applies to other genres of fiction.

There are scenes of discovery - these are ones that advance the plot. Adding depth to the story. Crisis scenes bring the problems to a head and are needed to keep the story blowing. There is the black moment when the hero, hroine, villain find they have come to a point where all seems to be lost. This scene is one that must be played out to the full. This scene is followed by the Climas where the character ahs either given up or has found a different way to obtain their goal. The final scene is the resolution. Girl gets the boy and they are happy. Detective finds the criminal and solves the case. The space ship is saved. There are many kinds of resolutions.

Another thing you need to address when revising is the Vital Idea. Thi is a theme and a general one such as Love conquers all. The love of money is evil. I'm sure you can think of many others. Allof the major characters in the story must touch on this element. I wrote a book about Obsessions ruling people's lives. Each of the characters ahd some kindof obsession. The heroine was obsessed with never wanting to be in a relationship with a controlling man likeher dead husband had been. One of the characters is obsessed with revenge for something he believes happened. One is obsessed with drugs. Anotherwith a particular man. The book was fun to write.
Reactions is another place to look at your story and correct. Every action brings on a reaction. You must make these reactions true to the character and strong enough to make the reader believe.

Remember the goal set at the opening of the story can change. Sometimes sticking to the initial goal makes the story fall flat.

You also need to check if there are subplots in your story. These must be resolved before the major plot comes to a conclusion. Don't leave something hanging in the air.

The finl thing is the conflict. Are they strong? Does the internal conflict march with the external one or are they in opposition? The latter makes for a strong story. The internal conflict is often based on a secret the character fears will be revealed.

So keep these things in mind when you're revising and remember a Plot Is Just A Plan.

Meandering on Monday with Janet Lane Walters #MFRWAuthor #BWLPublishingLTD #Poem #Writing

Meander 1 _Poem - The Steeple Chase --

A horse of wood sits
Upon a rod of steel
Ane he perches on top
Leaning forward with his feet
Dangling against his wooden mount.
They're off
The race begins
His horse is number four.
He kicks his feet  against the sides
And urges the horse to hurry.
The crowd is screaming, shouting, yelling
Hurry Number Four.
It's Number One in front.
Then Three
And here comes Number Four.
He takes the lead by pressing hard
But slowly the ride runs down.
He ends ahead on a circular track
And pays for another ride.

Meander 2 -House Care - The house where I live was built in 1917. Just realized it's a hundred eyars old. Learned something interesting the other day. Not really something I wanted to know but the line to the sewer was blocked. I have a in house drain which means the house was built before 1920. Interesting but not so much when every thing that should go to the sewer ends up in the basement. Now I learned that there is a ceramic pipe that is disintegrating. Guess it's old, too. Must be replaced. What fun --Not. But the old must be taken care of. At least I'm younger than the house. Not by much.

Meander 3 - Writing - I have finished the Children of Fyre and am not putting all the changes into the script. That will take days but I still have days before the month ends so I can get the finished thing off to the publisher. At this point if I can get about one chapter done a day i have plenty of time with a few days to spare. I am typing as fast as I can. Once this is off, I will slowly begin the next project and take some time to do some things around the house and with promotion,

Sunday's Book The Dragons of Fyre #MFRWAuthor #BWLPublishing #fantasy #romance #dragons

After escaping from the temple of Fyre, Drakon returns to his home to find only two people and a yellow dragon. He and the Old One learn as much as they can about the land at present. The lord of Sea Cliff Tower has gathered the remaining dragons at his keep. On learning the High Peaks Tower’s red dragon is with egg they arrange her escape and rescue her eggs. Now they must find a way to defeat their enemy and return the dragons to the other towers.

Arana, sold by the temple priestesses to the slavers is bought by the lord of High Tower and made a part of the family. Before they are able to adopt her the lord of Sea Cliff Tower invades and destroys the family, taking her and her friend prisoner. Drakon is sold. Arana because she can speak to the dragons is made a slave care-giver. She saves a green egg and raises the green dragon. After helping the High Peaks Tower’s red dragon escape she is in danger and must find a way to escape. Her attempt to ride the green dragon succeeds and she arrives injured and ill. Once she recovers she and Drakon attempt to find a way to rescue the other dragons of Fyre.

Saturday's Blurbs Featuring Books by Barbara Bradley aka Bethany Drake #MFRWAuthor #Romance

Desire's Destiny - Betany Drake

Heather can’t believe she is the only person on Earth who can protect Storm, the ambassador from Vespia. It has something to do with some pheromone the Vespian males exude. Although everyone says she’s immune, she doesn’t agree. There is something about the man that makes her desire skyrocket whenever she is around him.

Storm finds Heather fascinating; her bright violet eyes hold a world of emotions in them. He’s drawn to her and wants her with a depth he’s never experienced before.

When she becomes the focal point of several kidnapping attempts, he realizes she’s going to need his protection: the perfect excuse to get to know her better.

Publisher’s Note: This is a steamy science-fiction romance tale.

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Tears of the Queen - Bethany Drake
Alicia loves working with gems; it’s the clients she wants to avoid. When Maximilian Santos requests her help to search for the Tears of the Queen she wants to say no. The gems known as the Tears are nothing more than a legend and she doesn’t want to go on a wild goose chase.

Max needs Alicia’s help. His problem is that he has to convince her that the legend of the tears and how they were created is real and time is of the essence. He isn’t the only one looking for the Tears and if they fall into the wrong hands humanity could be enslaved.

Their first meeting is like mixing oil with water. They are strong, opinionated, driven and they both think they are right. The chemistry is instantaneous, a surprise to them both, and they discover that work might not be the only thing they have in common. The only problem is Max has a very big secret that he doesn’t want to share.

Publisher’s Note: This book contains fantasy themes appropriate for mature readers only. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Eclipse Press’ or the author’s advocating any non-consensual sexual activity.https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07KGHNYD5

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A Portrait in Time - Barbara Donlon Bradley

Trey Dalton is having a very bad day. Someone is trying to destroy his plantation, his meddlesome aunt has decided to extend her visit and some strange woman has appeared on his doorstep , spouting some crazy nonsense about being from the future.

 Alexandra Thibodaux’s day isn’t any better. An urgent message had her race to her grandmother’s side, only to find Grams was up to something and it dealt with the old Dalton plantation. It has a painting of a women who is her twin. When her grandmother urges her to touch it she is sent on an adventure that bring her face to face with a man who is a Neanderthal and takes her breath away.

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A Portrait in Time
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Barbara Bradley is Friday's Visitor She's Talking about Writing #MFRWauthor #Panster #Plotter

1. Are you a panster or a plotter or perhaps a bit of both? More a pantser than a plotter because my characters help write the book. I know the basic plot of the book as I write and try to keep the book flowing with that loose version of the plot in my head. Thank goodness my characters have never taken me off on a weird tangent. They stick to the plot like I do.



2. Which comes first - characters or plot for you? Normally characters. I've been working on sequels the last few years and I am using characters from the previous books so I didn't have to develop them as much and jump right into getting that plot going.




3. What are you working on now? Is this a book in a current series or something totally new? I think I kinda answered that in the last question, didn't I? Right now I'm working on a sequel to Tears of the Queen and will start on a sequel for A Quest for Love once I have the rough draft done on the Tears Sequel and I will continue on my Vespian Way series.




4. Do you have some kind of object or place that figures in most of your books? I don't think so. I've written time-travels, futuristics, historical and urban fantasy and there aren't anything that seems to show up in all of them, except maybe humor?




5. Do you write everyday or just when the spirit hits? I write every day unless my sister is around. She's my best friend but we don't live close so when she's either visiting me or I'm visiting her I spend all my time with her.


6. Where can we find you? Barbaradonlonbradley.com, https://www.facebook.com/barbbradley , https://twitter.com/barbbradley  , https://twitter.com/Bethany85799163  I am working on creating more sites for Bethany Drake which is my pen name.

Thursday's Fourth Scene The Temple of Fyre #MFRWAuthor #BWLPublishingLTD, # Fantasy, #Romance

Ari paused at the edge of the grove and peered at the sky. The sun stood just beyond midday. Stay or go? If he pushed the burros, he could reach Rosti just as the sun set. Should he take the chance? The rocky plain between the grove and the hamlet was home to the lopestas that emerged to hunt after the sun set. One stumble on the rocks could turn a profitable season into a disaster. Tomorrow would be soon enough to head for Rosti. He would have a ten-day to sell the fyrestones and depart before the solstice began.

He staked the burros and lifted the near empty panniers from their backs. He piled digging tools and the tent beside the wicker baskets. Beads of sweat collected on his forehead.

The scarlet fyrestone he’d worn on the day the pair of stone seekers had found him pulsed. He pressed his hand against the lump beneath his tunic. What did it mean? He stared toward the distant walls of the hamlet. His eyes widened. A plume of fire rose toward the sun. What were the priestesses attempting? Had one of their fires escaped from their control?

Not his business. The only traffic he had with the temple was for the sale of the opaline crystals he carried in his haversack. With the fyrestones he’d found, he would have enough coins for supplies and to buy some answers to the questions that had bothered him for years. Who was he and why had he been abandoned in the grove? Which hamlet had been his birthplace?

He started a fire and ate the remainder of the lopear he’d snared that morning. After setting several snares, he dozed until sunset. He checked his snares and cooked two grass hens, ate one and slept.

When pre-dawn lightened the sky, he loaded the burros. He set off across the rocky plain, taking care to avoid large piles of rocks where the lopestas burrowed during the day.

At the gate into Rosti, he paused to pay the entrance fee. “You’re in early,” the guard said. “Any luck?”

Ari nodded. At least the guard asked out of curiosity, and not the prying questions asked when a man left the hamlet. Ari often wondered if there were bonds between the guards and the thieves who preyed on solitary stone seekers.

“A bit,” he said. “Found whites and a pair of yellows before the site played out.” That had been the first of his finds, but he wouldn’t mention the others. “Sale will bring me enough for supplies and a few nights at an inn.”

The man stepped closer. “You’re the first stone seeker to arrive. With crystals in your pack, the priestesses will welcome you. Did you see the flame yesterday at midday, the one that rose above the temple? Heard one of the priestesses tried to kill Malera. Someone said all but the white fyrestones turned black and have no power.

Ari laughed. “Then mine should bring a good price.”

The guard nodded. “Might reward you with more than coins. Could offer a night with one of the priestesses. Or you could be chosen to join them for the solstice celebration. Hear they like the things a man does.”

Ari forced a grin. That was one reward he had no intention of collecting. If he gave a priestess too much pleasure, he could become a prisoner in the harras.

He led the burros past the guard and turned into the first lane where stables abounded. He stopped at the one Jorg had always used. His thoughts turned to his dead partner, and once more, he regretted being unable to save the old man’s life. Jorg had clutched his chest and fallen to the ground. Ari hadn’t known what to do.

The stableman accepted enough coins for a ten-day. Once again, Ari thanked Jorg for teaching him to keep a secret stash of coins. Ari led the burros into a stall. He draped the blanket roll over the gate and hung the tent beside it. He hung the panniers on hooks and set the digging tools on a ledge. The stableman lifted a stone block and the trough filled with water. While the man brought hay and grain, Ari curried the burros. Once he finished, he hoisted his haversack and lifted a sack of dirty clothes.

After leaving the stable, he sought an inn. In the choosing, he heeded Jorg’s advice. Never stay at the same one you used the last time. Always seek one with a ground floor chamber and a private bathing room.

The second one he visited met his requirements. “You’re in luck,” the skinny innkeeper said. “In a few days, the place will be crowded with folks arriving for the summer solstice. Five coppers a day for the room. Meals are extra. For one silver, the laundress will see to your clothes.”

Ari nodded. He counted out the coins for the room and laundry. Though he had no intention of remaining for the solstice, he paid for a ten-day, two beyond the festival. Once he sold the fyrestones and bought supplies, he would seek Jorg’s old partner. Besides the twenty coppers Ari gave the old man on each visit to Rosti, this time Ari was determined to purchase information. Once he knew all the particulars of the rescue, he would leave the hamlet. Being near the temple during the twice-yearly rites made him uncomfortable. The scarlet crystal, his heritage, always reacted. He feared one day, the stone would raise a flame and consume him.

He followed the innkeeper down a narrow hall and noticed two exits he could use to come and go without crossing the common room. The thin man opened a door at the end of the hall. Ari noted the heavy bar he could use to keep people out. He nodded. “This will do.” He dropped the sack of dirty clothes in the hall. “Have these washed. I’ll add others after I’ve been to the temple.”

“She’ll have most ready by morning. Will you take your meals in the common room or have them brought here?”

“I’ll have the evening meal brought, but I’ll decide when later.”

“Will you need a companion? I’ve a connection to one of the pleasure houses.”

“Perhaps. First, I have business to conduct.”

Once the innkeeper left, Ari barred the door. He dropped the haversack on the bench beneath the window and secured the shutters. He opened the pack, and one by one, extracted the fyrestones from the pack’s false bottom. As he touched each stone, the core color flickered. He placed each of the colors in a separate pouch and placed them in the large leather one he hung from his belt.

When he left the inn, he strode down the cobbled lane to the market square. He noticed his mentor’s aged and crippled partner beside one of the food stalls. Though Ari wanted to question the man, he knew he couldn’t until after the crystals had been sold.

What would Bil tell him? The man had been Jorg’s partner when they’d stumbled across the small boy near the edge of the grove. The scarlet fyrestone and the copper necklace had been the only clue to Ari’s identity, a clue he didn’t think the men had pursued.

Ari’s hands clenched. Who had left him there? Who had given him the stone? He’d never heard of a man being able to use any of the fyrestones except the white. Though several times, he’d dreamed Jorg had used one, Ari couldn’t remember finding one when the old man died.

The savory aroma of meat pies made his stomach growl. He purchased one and a mug of ale. The nutty flavor of the beverage soothed the fiery spices of the pies. Around him, conversations flowed. He ate quickly. Once the stones were sold, he would order a feast and a woman from one of the pleasure houses to share the food and attend to his needs. He’d been without a woman’s company since the week before the winter solstice. As he sauntered toward the temple, snippets of words reached him.

“Flame near touched the sun.”

“Saw that. Could have ended the world.”

“Heard the priestesses took sick. They’re not hearing petitions.”

“After the solstice when the rites are changed.”

Ari reached the edge of the square and followed the fyrethorn hedge to the arched entrance to the temple lane. The hedge lined both sides of the wide cobble-paved path. The brilliant scarlet blooms on the bushes hid deadly red thorns. Ari frowned. The odd thing was nowhere but here near the temple had he ever seen fyrethorn growing. He often wondered why.

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Wednesday The Wizards of Fyre #MFRWHooks #BWLPublishingLTD #Fantasy #Romance

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BLURB:

Lorana, sold by her father to the slavers, resides in the harem in the citadel of the wizards. Her desire is to escape before she is given as a reward to one of the two wizard trainees who are competing for a spot on the council. She knows how to brew a cordial from firethorn berries and a poison from the thorns. When Arton, one of the young men is poisoned by the thorns she must care for him. She feels an attraction to him but she must escape. One night she hears the voice of a dragon. She thought the wizards had destroyed all the dragons on this side of the mountains. When the wizards leave to collect men to sell to the slavers, she takes the opportunity to escape with few supplies and a determination to reach the dragon.

Arton is a fledgling wizard and is about to be tested for the council. His mentor has died. His mentor wasn’t his father. The wizard purchased Arton from the slavers years ago. The present chief wizard would like to thwart Arton’s quest because he wants his son and trainee to join the council. Arton and his rival are evenly matched. The escape of Lorana becomes a quest. Which of the young wizards returns her to the citadel will win the competition and gain her as a reward. Cregan the rival decides to search on the desert. Arton chooses the hills. Because of Lorana’s care of him when he was poisoned he is attracted to her and he still craves a seat on the council.

Can Arton find Lorana first and will he make her a prisoner or allow her to remain free?

EXCERPT:

     High gray stone walls surrounded the citadel. The ones around the hareem courtyard where the women spent most of their days were lower. As a chill rippled along her spine, Lorana raised her head to appraise the danger. She glanced at the grilled gate separating the women’s area from the outer courtyard. A burly man leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. Lust radiated from his stare. Moments later the austere figure of the chief wizard joined the first man. Mecador’s sly smile added to her discomfort.

      Lorana clenched her hands. She vowed to find an escape before the day arrived when she was destined to be given as a reward to one of the two young men competing for the vacant spot on the wizard’s council.

     Since the day her father had sold her to the wizards of the Island of Fyre, she had made the same promise. For four years she had hoped for a way to escape these evil men. She couldn’t wait much longer. Last evening Hag Mother had told her the two senior fledglings would soon fight for the vacant seat.

     A third man entered the outer court and stood at a distance from the staring pair. For some reason the tall, lean trainee failed to cause her as much alarm as the burly one. From the gossip among the women, the husky one had the favor of Mecador. No matter. She had no desire to remain a prisoner to be owned by a wizard and used as the man willed.

Resentment churned her gut. She hated her position in life. Not forever, she vowed and walked to the work area.

     She poured several cups of dried fyrethorn berries into a mortar. She slid the pestle over the surface crushing the berries to a powder to be added to the cauldron bubbling over the first fire. The result would be a cordial.

     The acrid aroma of brewing fyrethorn poison rose from a second kettle in a spiraling pattern. Lorana despised working with the death-bringing liquid. The wizards sold the poison and the cordial to the slavers in exchange for supplies. They also sold captured desert clansmen and women. Her hands tightened on the pestle and ground more berries to dust.

She added the powder to a simmering pot and stirred. A hand with long slender fingers grasped her shoulder. She stiffened. The chief wizard turned her to face him. The stirring stick clattered on the stones. Her eyes met the cruel cold gaze of Mecador, also called Supreme.

     “I’m pleased to see you hard at work. You always seem to be busy, not like these other creatures.” He indicated the women seated in clusters around the courtyard.

     She kept her gaze steady. “Keeping busy makes the days pass.”

     He chuckled. “See that you remember your place.”

     His oily voice made her want to look away. She dare not. To do so would court punishment, something she had avoided since her first year here. “I do what I’m told.”

     His smile raised her to near panic. He stroked her face with a finger. Fear galloped like a runaway burden beast. She fought to control her racing emotions. This man savored fear. She hoped to hide the revulsion she felt.

     “So my dear, I hope you’ve made enough poison. The traders find it useful during their travels. If the jugs fetch prime goods, I’ll bring you a special gift.” His hand brushed her chest.

     Lorana willed herself not to flinch. “There are four jugs of poison. The fifth is cooking. There will be three of the cordial.”

     “Not enough. We need six jars of poison and four cordial. If you can’t fulfill our needs you will be punished.” He pointed to a woman tied to a cross. “Like her.”

     She swallowed hard, trying not to allow the woman’s suffering to show on her face. “There are sufficient berries for the cordial but more thorns are needed. They should be picked before they fall so they have more potency and fewer are needed.” She stared into his eyes. “I could leave the hareem and gather them.”

     His eyes hardened. “The tangle is no place for any woman, especially one soon to be claimed.” His gaze caressed her body. “You’ll be a tasty morsel. The young wizards who compete for a place on the council will be glad to become your master. Which one do you prefer?”

     She wanted to say she had no desire for either man. “The choice isn’t mine to make.” His laughter reminded her of the cry of a carrion crow, the huge black birds she’d seen at home hovering over dead animals.

     “How true. Mine is the choice.” He cupped her breasts. “You are so unlike the women of the hareem. Hair like the dark of night and eyes like the skies of day.” He leaned closer. “I will be the first to taste your sweetness.”

     “You?” She hadn’t meant to speak.

     “Hasn’t Hag Mother told you about the duties of a woman who is a reward?”

     She shook her head. “Just that I would belong to one of two young men.”

     “That’s true. As Supreme, I will school you in your duties to the man who will own you.”

     Lust dissolved the frost in his gray eyes. He licked lips surprisingly thick for his gaunt face. Lorana wanted to run, but she couldn’t show her fear. Her hands shook. She clasped them behind her back.

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Tuesday's Writer's Tip More on Saving the Plot #MFRWAuthor #BWLPublishing Ltd #Plot

Remember "A plot is just a plan."There are six elements in a story.

 Characters. The plot will revolve around them. These characters have desiers. Things they want. The plot must consider them. The characters have reasons for what they desire. This is one of the driving elements of a plot.  The time goes into weaving the plot. The writer must know if they are writing in the present or the past. Customs vary from age to age. Also the season is important to the plot. The location of the characters. Are they in a city, a small town, a different planet, a fantasy land. All these things will influence.

So taking all these elements the plot is a plan that shows how one or more characters realizes their dream and goes from the beginning to the end. There may be detours along the way but the characters must return to the main road or the plot goes wrong.

Saving a plot means the writer has a good hold and understanding of the elements that drive the characters to reach the end.

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Meandering on Monday with Janet Lane Walters #MFRWAuthor #BWLPublishing #Poetry

Meander  1  Poem - Poetry Reading --

Dinner at home before with two friends
Invited into the nest.
Got into the car.
Directions were strange.
Got lost as often as before.
Asked for directions from a very nice man.
Bached into his car.
He turned mean. I wonder why.
Wandered around and followed Joys
Instincts. She saw stature
Somewhere in White Plains.
The library found a few minutes late.
But the elevator went down
Instead of going up. Sub-basement even.
Asked at the desk and walked up the stairs.
Three poets read enjoyed very much,
Including the Grocery store poem.
I hate shopping, not really but
I hate to pay money for food.
Should be free like the poems.
That I heard on the night
When Joy, Barbara and I nearly god locked
In the library in White Plains.

Meander 2 - The joy of sleeping in.- Today is Sunday and the only day in my week when I can sleep in. Nearly nine AM. Then a lot of rushing around to get husband set for the day with washing, breakfast and then my own. The good thing is so far, I haven't fallen asleep in my chair.

Meander 3 Writing. Have started on the read through of the book. This means writing in a lot of things to smooth the prose and to add the things skipped over. Also meand writing some scenes. The days are growing shorter but I think I'll be finished on time.

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Sunday's Book The Temple of Fyre #MFRWAuthor #BWLPublishingLTD #Romance #Fantasy

Sold by her family to the priestesses of the Temple of Fyre, Ria soon masters using each of the four fyrestones, white, yellow, orange and scarlet. Her curiosity leads her to the archives and there, she learns things that disturb her. There are no men serving as priests but in the past there were. Men are kept in the harras where the priestesses visit. On the day of her testing she is ordered to perform a task she dislikes and refuses to destroy a town. Many of the priestesses fall into unconsciousness. Melera, the chief priestess, beats and banishes Ria for the carrion crows to consume.

Ari was abandoned as a child and found by two elderly firestone miners. He has pursued this and is the best of the finders. He goes to the temple to sell the stones he has gleaned. On leaving, Ria attempts to steal the fyrestone he has worn since the day he was found. He thinks she is a boy and a thief and he takes her to his room at the inn. On discovering her identity, he refuses to turn her over to the priestesses and they leave town. They are searching for the fabled blue fyrestones. They also learn to use them they must be bonded physically, emotionally and spiritually. Can they learn to master the blue stones and defeat Malera so they can rule the temple with love and understanding?

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