Obligatory Plug of My Own Books

I did more than just graduate in July. Much more.

I started doing some freelance editing. According to my spreadsheet I wrote 30,000 words. And I started self publishing some of those words.

It's a little bit scary, putting your words out into the world an asking people to pay money for them. It takes belief and a confidence in your work that I don't always have. But I had it when it matters with these stories; the moment it was time to push the button that said 'publish'.

There are only four items up there now (well, five including the erotica I've published under a pseudonym, but you'll have to ask me nicely if you want me to tell you about that) but it is only the beginning. I have so many more stories in me.

Over the years as I've written I've had countless people offer support and encouragement, for which I am very grateful. Support is wonderful, words of encouragement can make a difference when everything is bleak and the self-doubt is at its strongest. It helps.

But now it's time to ask friends and family to step up, to put words into action. The best thing anyone can do for me right now is to buy my books, read them, and then add a reviewing. Whether the review goes up at Goodreads, Amazon or Smashwords it doesn't matter. I need people to put their money where their mouth is and actually support me. And then let the world know that actual humans have read my words and didn't hate them (or even if you did).

Because right now I'm just starting out. My greatest source of customers are people I already know. So this is me, shilling my own work. It's worth paying money for, I promise.

And then, in the near future, when there are more books available to purchase, I'll ask you again.

Buy my books. Read them. Review them.

Because you love me.

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In Short: A Flash Fiction Collection

 

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Objective Reasoning: An Elaborate Crime Story

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The Emerald Mist

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Beyond the Edge of Reason

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Book Review: Wake of Vultures by Lila Bowen

Nettie Lonesome lives in a land of hard people and hard ground dusted with sand. She's a half-breed who dresses like a boy, raised by folks who don't call her a slave but use her like one. She knows of nothing else. That is, until the day a stranger attacks her. When nothing, not even a sickle to the eye can stop him, Nettie stabs him through the heart with a chunk of wood and he turns to black sand.

And just like that, Nettie can see.

But her newfound sight is a blessing and a curse. Even if she doesn't understand what's under her own skin, she can sense what everyone else is hiding - at least physically. The world is full of evil, and now she knows the source of all the sand in the desert. Haunted by the spirits, Nettie has no choice but to set out on a quest that might lead her to find her true kin . . . if the monsters along the way don't kill her first.

I first came across Wake of Vultures when the author (Delilah Dawson, writing under the pseudonym Lila Bowen) tweeted the following:

I immediately went out and pre-ordered it because hell, I didn't need to know anything else. That sounds AWESOME. Took me a while to get round to actually reading it though (not because of anything to do with this book, but because I spent most of the first half of the year mired in fanfiction and not reading much of anything else). When I did start reading it I ripped through the bugger in about two days.

Nettie Lonesome is an awesome character. Half-back, half-Native American growing up in a predominantly white community that isn't all that friendly to her. All she really wants is to grow up to be a horse wrangler and for people to see her as a boy. (The book uses predominantly she/her pronouns for Nettie even though she presents as male and tells a lot of the other characters she's male. Her relationship with gender is complex and watching her figure herself out is a big part of the book.)

Her life goes from being terrible to being awesome for two weeks and then it gets terrible again as she struggles under the weight of Destiny. A creature called the Cannibal Owl is hunting people and she may be the only one who can kill it. For the longest time she wants nothing to do with her destiny and everything she does to try to get away from it only brings her closer to it. In the end she just has to go "fuck it" and do what she has to do. It's a bit Babylon 5 in that respect.

This was another book that gave me a real sense of "you can't end it like that!" (Although come to think of it, three of the four books I'v read lately that made me do that were book one of a trilogy, so a++ effort in making me want more I guess.) There are so many questions asked that don't get answered, and some Nettie decides don't need an answer. Along the way she gets to grow into herself, the colour of her skin, her sexuality, her gender. She realises the world isn't black and white, it's infinite shades of grey and actually that's okay, because she's a lot of shades of grey herself.

Needless to say I'll be getting the next book, Conspiracy of Ravens, as soon as it's  out. I need to know what happens to Nettie and her friends.

One of my biggest issues with this book is the way Nettie binds her chest. She uses something like bandages and binds basically 24/7, which is realisitic for the rough era its set in (and for someone figuring out this sort of stuff on her own with no guidance) but it does make me worry. This is the sort of book that could potentially help young trans/nonbinary/genderqueer folk come into themselves the way Nettie does, and I do worry about the example it sets with the binding.

The only other real issue I have is that there's a sexual assault about three quarters of the way through. Nettie walks into the situation willingly, knowing what's likely to happen, and it has a satisfying resolution, but it's still there. People should be aware of it going in so they can avoid those chapters (which are fairly well flagged) if need be.

All in all this was a rip roaring read. I don't normally like things in the general Western genre (possibly a lot of Western movies have ruined me by being so damn slow) but this was a great book. The pacing is great and there's a real sense of a threat as we barrel towards the final battle. As I said earlier, some questions are answered but some are left over for the next installment. I definitely recommend hanging out with Nettie Lonesome.

Book Review: Plastic Smile by SL Huang

Cover art copyright Najla Qamber Designs. Used for illustration purposes only.

Cas Russell, antisocial mercenary, has decided to Fight Crime. With capital letters, like in one of her friend’s comic books.

After all, she has a real-life superpower: with her instantaneous mathematical ability, she can neuter bombs or out-shoot an army. And it’s Cas’s own fault violence has been spiking in the world’s cities lately — she’s the one who crushed the organization of telepaths that had been keeping the world’s worst offenders under control. Now every drive-by or gang shooting reminds Cas how she’s failed, and taking out these scumbags one at a time is never going to be enough.

She needs to find a way to stop all the violence. At once.

But Cas’s own power has a history, one she can’t remember — or control. A history that’s creeping into the cracks in her mind and fracturing her sanity . . . just when she’s gotten herself on the hit list of every crime lord on the West Coast.

Cas isn’t going to be able to save the world. She might not even be able to save herself.

Plastic Smile is the fourth book in the Russell's Attic series by SL Huang, and for my money it's probably the best yet. Which is something because I seriously love this series.

Cas Russell is... well Cas Russell is an asshole, but four books in I've got this feeling of "well she's my asshole." Her morals are sketchy at best and her skills are sold to the highest bidder but she's trying to be a better person. Not always succeeding, but trying. And she's trying to negotiate this thing called "friendship." The results are mixed.

I'm not a mathematician (really I'm not) but the maths in this series is never intrusive. It's just there, a different way of describing the world and hoe Cas interacts with it. I find it endlessly fascinating. Because if you think about it for a second, the ability to do pretty much any kind of maths near instantaneously is a seriously cool super power. Cas can avoid bullets, break any lock and her aim is basically perfect. It is such a useful power and I love the way it's used in this series.

In this book the plot intersperses the usual amount of "Cas, Cas no" with a few tantalising glimpses of her backstory. Which has been kept mysterious because for some reason she can't remember any further back than about five years or so. This story starts to put together some of what happened before then. And it also puts in jeopardy something she didn't know she cared about until now; her friendships.

I finished this book in a day and when I got to the end I howled. Which, congratulations to the author, that puts you in good company with NK Jemisin and Yoon Ha Lee this year. There was very much a feeling of YOU CAN'T END IT THERE and I am going to be waiting with bated breath for the next installment, Golden Mean, which isn't due out until next year.

I have a visceral need for the next book.

Huang has an excellent grasp of pacing, each chapter in her books short but sweet and always, always upping the stakes. To the point where halfway through the book it's difficult to imagine how things could possibly get any worse. And yet they always do.

This book kept me on the edge of my seat, had me yelling and groaning and frustrated. Mostly I just want to give Cas a big hug (even if she wouldn't appreciate it).

Also super nice: these books have nerdy references all over the place. It makes me happy down in my insides.

I've made it my mission in life to make everyone I know read this series. If I haven't badgered you about it that just means I haven't gotten around to you yet. Put this series in your face so I can flail without about how much I love it.

Read it. Read it now.

Captain Raz to Doctor Tonks: A Reflection

Way back in the mists of time (okay, like four years ago) when I switched this blog from being specifically about my PhD to being a more general blog, I spoke about the reasoning behind my tagline. Captain Raz to Doctor Tonks.

Captain Raz is one of my oldest nicknames; I think I’ve been using it fairly regularly since I was bout thirteen, fourteen. It’s my most often used internet handle (there you go, now it’s a bunch easier to find me online) and ended up being the domain name I bought for my blog. Tonks is the name I’ve been using for about nine years now. Most of my friends know me as Tonks, their parents know me as Tonks, my husband mostly calls me Tonks… its my name. The doctor part came from the fact I was pursuing a PhD.

Was. It’s done. It’s finished.

It’s a little odd to look at that tagline and know that I am Doctor Tonks now. I graduated last month. I got to wear the silly robes and the floppy hat and I have a shiny certificate from my university. It’s official. No one can take it away from me now.

Honestly, I never thought I’d get here. Whenever I imagined being on the other side of my PhD it was always in the context of failure; having dropped out because I couldn’t deal or my research was going nowhere or my supervisor thought I was stupid. I never really imagined I’d be sat on the other side having succeeded. That was a dream always slightly out of reach, something that was nice to imagine but wouldn’t ever be reality.

I’m not gonna lie; doing a PhD is hard. It was a long slog and there are honestly times when I thought it would kill me. When it nearly did kill me. It wrecked my mental health, but a strain on most of the rest of my life and had me in tears more time than I could count. I never felt good enough, never felt like I belonged in academia. I was convinced that the only way it would end was in failure.

And yet… here I am. I did my research, I wrote my thesis and submitted it. I sat my viva and somehow (unfathomably) didn’t make a tit of myself. My corrections went in and were accepted.

I graduated.

And now comes the great slump, the question of what happens next. People have been asking me that for months and the simple answer is: I have no idea.

I don’t want a career in academia, I’ve known that for a while. A PhD means I’m overqualified for a lot of things and don’t have the right experience for the rest. Do I regret doing it? No. I said when I was a kid I wanted to be a doctor one day and I managed it, even if not quite in the way I meant.

Ultimately I want to write, but that’s not something that happens over night. That’s a long term goal, and requires a hell of a lot of slog. Which is fine, I’m used to working hard for years in order to accomplish something I want.

In the meantime I’m investigating freelancing, and there may be part time employment in my future, I don’t know. I’m mostly just enjoying not doing a PhD while I can. And working on my writing.

Never fear, that’s happening.

It is reassuring to know that, no matter my goal, I am capable of achieving it. I will achieve it, eventually, I’ve proved that to myself.

Everything else is just life. I’ll take it as it comes.

#whimword - catch

If I fall, will you catch me?

I stand on the edge, wind whipping at my hair, making it stream out behind me in tendrils. I close my eyes, enjoying the breeze against my skin. Up here the wind is strong, powerful, and it makes me feel the same.

It is a very long way down from here.

Looking up I see the countryside stretch out for miles, languid against the horizon. There is nothing here but pure, untouched nature; rocks and trees and stream unsullied by human hands. I hear the cawing of birds and the roar of what might be a bear.

There's no traffic, no pollution, no constant press of humanity and machinery that there is in the city. Out here there is freedom, and my heart soars.

Out here I can think. I can breathe.

The air tastes sweet on my tongue, cool and fresh like I've never really known. I can smell the pine forest, the tang of resin and needle. It is so much better than the synthetic stuff they put in car air fresheners or cleaning products.

This is where I belong, not among a forest of steel and glass, where the air chokes and burns.

I spread my arms out wide, trying to catch as much of the wind as possible. It buffets and blows, trying to knock me off my feet but never quite succeeding. I feel supported rather than precarious.

If I fall would you catch me?

It would be so easy to let go, give myself to this land and forget about my life back in the city. All it would take would be a slight shift in weight, all I'd need to do is lean forward just a bit and then I would be free. The urge itches in the back of my mind.

I want it more than anything.

The sun begins to set, crawling inexorably down the sky to where blue meets green, setting the forest on fire with reds and golds. The temperature dropped along with the sun, and by the time the sun has dipped below the horizon and the world is lit beautifully from below it is quite chilly. The wind is still strong, still cool.

Still calling me.

Would it be so bad to stop fighting? To give in to the itch in my brain, the part of me that wants to fly?

There's no guarantee I'll be caught if I let myself fall. No guarantee at all. It's a risk, but what is life without a little risk?

I have to trust, have to have faith; in the wind, in the rightness of this, in myself. Above all I have to have faith in myself.

I take a deep breath, straightening my spine as the twilight air fills my lungs. I shift my weight, fling my arms out wide and let
myself go.

I grin; this is meant to be.

Air rushes past me as I fall and then...

I fly.

#whimword - An Uncommon Proposal, a palatial story

“I’m not marrying him,” she said, barely resisting the urge to stamp her feet.

“Why not?” asked her father, clearly perplexed. “Anora, he’s a good match.”

“I’m not marrying him because I’m in love with his sister!” she said.

Her father spluttered into his moustache, muttering words like “preposterous” and “highly irregular” as his face turned red. Anora sighed; she’d known her father would take it badly but she couldn’t hide the truth from him any more. Maybe of she was lucky she’d get disowned and then she and Elise could run away together…

“Princesses don’t marry princesses,” were the first truly coherent words her father managed after his coughing fit.

“Not traditionally no, but–”

“But nothing,” said her father. “You’re marrying Prince Zechariah and that’s final.”

Anora saw red. “No that is not final. This is my life we’re talking about and I will not be forced into a match I do not want.”

Her father opened his mouth to protest but Anora cut him off.

“Surely the most important thing is that we make an alliance through marriage that will help keep our kingdom, and our people safe?”

“Well, yes. I suppose…”

“And that can be achieved just as easily by me marrying Elise as Zechariah.” Anora could see that her father’s brows were creased; he was thinking about it, which meant she had a chance.

“What about heirs?” he asked after a few moments of thinking. “Unless I’m very much mistaken you and Elise can’t have children together.”

Anora rolled her eyes. “I figured we’d worry about that later.” Her father looked ready to explode again. “Look, I have siblings, Elise has siblings. There’ll be heirs, father, even if they’re not my children. The important thing is we leave the kingdom in the hands of the person most suited for the throne, yes?”

Her father grumbled his reluctant agreement. “What about Prince Zechariah?”

“He knows. He’s known from the start and he would much rather I marry his sister than him.”

He went quiet for a long time after that. Anora held her breath, waiting.

“You’ve given me much to think about,” he said, and Anora could tell she’d been dismissed.

She left the room and stalked through the palace to her chambers where Princess Elise was waiting for her. She looked up at Anora with a smile.

“So, how’d it go?” she said.

“He’s ‘thinking about it’,” Anora replied, flopping onto the bed. “We might be in luck but I don’t know.”

Elise scooched over and pressed a kiss to Anora’s temple. “We still have the option of speaking to my father. If it’s clear he supports the idea maybe yours will come around.”

She didn’t look convinced. “Maybe. Can’t we just elope?”

Elise gave her an indulgent smile. “No, our kingdoms need us.”

Anora grumbled back.

“I want to marry you, Anora, but I want to do it properly. Have some patience.”

Anora rolled over. “I love you,” she said softly.

Elise smiled and kissed her.

#whimword - The Battle of Sun Pass, a Dirigible story

The airship shuddered beneath her feet.

“Hold her steady!” yelled Captain Amris. The retort of cannon fire filled the air around her, threatening to shake her ship apart. “Stay your course.”

The battle was going badly. Fifteen Imperial airships were burning already, and the stench of gas and charred flesh filled Amris’ nostrils. She needed to do something, and fast, or many more men and women were going to die here today.

“Drop altitude,” she cried. “Get as close to the mountain as possible.”

“You have a plan, sir?” asked her second-in-command, Commander Ratch, as her orders were relayed about the ship.

“I have an idea,” she replied. “The gods alone know if it will work.”

The Skyshadow dropped altitude like a stone sinking into the sea. The hull of the vessel hugged the tree line, prow skimming the new green growth of spring.

“Four enemy airships in pursuit,” came the shout from the crow’s nest.

“Dump the fuel,” Amris said to Ratch. “Throw it all overboard; the gas balloons, the oil, everything.”

“Sir?” said Ratch, raising an eyebrow.

“Just do it,” she said, sprinting down the stairs onto the main deck, the long tails of her uniform coat streaming out behind her. “When I give the word cut loose the ballast. We need to gain as much altitude as we can as quickly as possible.”

She saw understanding dawn on Ratch’s face.

“Enemy ships still closing, sir!”

Amris drew her sword and prayed to the gods this would work. The seconds slipped away, tense as a piano wire, the wind hurtling by as their opponents steadily gained on them.

“Steady,” she said. “Steady.” When the rebel airships were almost on top of them she cried “now!” and cut the ballast.

“Ignite the fuel,” yelled Ratch.

The forest went up in flames beneath them, swallowing the other airships whole. Amris’ ship only just avoided the raging inferno, rising rapidly back into the sky.

“Ready the cannons, full spread.” As the Skyshadow returned to the same altitude as the rest of the battle Amris gave the command to fire. Gunpowder and sulfur stung at her mouth and nose as the sound of a dozen controlled explosions sounded in her ears.

“Three ships down,” called Ratch above the ringing in her ears. She watched the other airships go crashing down into the burning forest below.

Cheers went up from her crew; the tide of the battle was turning in their favour. The Imperial Navy had a chance of winning this. Another half dozen enemy ships went down as the Imperial forces rallied to Captain Amris’ side.

They could end this now, Amris knew, bring the rebellion to its knees in the skies over Sun Pass. With the blessings of the gods they would have victory in the Holy Empress’s name and the Empire would be safe again.

Her family would be safe again.

“Bring us about,” said the captain. “Take us to the enemy flagship and prepare to board. Let’s finish this.”