Eden Wolfe's Blog
October 15, 2021
New Book Alert!…
Greetings from Marseille!
This is the email that every author lives for.
Dear Readers… I have a book for you:
Is a 12-year-old girl too young to save people from themselves? A world exists beyond reality, and that’s where Ravlen must go.
Ahhhhh. That felt good already! You can preorder it now on Amazon, it launches on Monday!!
Now here’s the story behind the story.
Back in February I won a competition for an internship with an independent publisher (and author himself), Craig Martelle. I first submitted 250 words based on this prompt:
There are two characters. One has the initials MAR and the other is called Ravlen. The two are in a wooded area with a pond. In 250 words, make this a compelling start to a story (whatever genre you are comfortable writing except for erotica, horror, and children’s). I will give you no other details. Those are for you to determine.
Sneak peak:
Here’s what I wrote, and what just about became the first page of the book…
“You’re going to get that stuck in your eye.”
“I am not.” but Ravlen stopped spinning the vine of thorns.
“Stay focused. If we’re not back by nightfall, Carer Laan will put us in the Quiet Room.” Marriel cast a dirty glance downward at Ravlen who was three years younger.
“I don’t care,” Ravlen said, but she did care. She hated the Quiet Room. She’d spent too many hours in it during her fourth year, before she’d begun treatment. The carers called it a place of healing. For Ravlen, it was a prison. And yet she needed the Quiet Room. When everything used to scream inside her head – voices of lives past and the horrors they enacted on each other – she’d be consumed by one black thought of death. The Quiet Room’s walls were stuffed with wild cotton. Ravlen had slammed herself against them time and time again, anything to end it, but they’d held strong and soft against her attacks. Yes, Ravlen hated those walls, but she also owed them her life.
“I think I see the magic pond.” Ravlen smiled into the distance.
“You see nothing.”
“It’s just ahead.”
Marriel tripped on a tree root and tumbled into brambles. “Oh, it hurts! Is it broken? You have to help me up.”
“Don’t look at me!” Ravlen’s neck grew hot. “You are supposed to be my overseer, but you are the weaker one. We should be Ravlen-At-Marriel and not the other way around.”
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After I submitted this (along with a business plan, which is definitely NOT my forte), I was asked to submit two chapters.
And then I was selected.
Holy smokes, I was OVER THE MOON!
And then a week later, I caught “that virus”. Not an easy case either, more like a “thou shalt stay in bed and fear for your life while you sweat out every bit of liquid in your body for two weeks” kind of case. I am so grateful, on so many levels, that I got through it.
But creativity was hard to come by for a while, and I was starting to wonder if I could really make this happen.
I am here today to tell you – it happened.
Not only that, but all three books are drafted, the first one edited and covered and READY TO GO! Here’s the series:
I have come to love Ravlen and her friends, and I hope you do, too.
A big thanks goes out to those of you who gave me ideas for names (I thank you in the book!), and a special reader who did the final proofread to catch some errant typos (you know who you are, Latisha!)
With that, dear readers, I must get to preparing Book 2 for launch. I do hope you’ll pick up Echo Breaker and – more so – I hope that you’ll love it.
More backstory coming soon!
All the best,
Eden E. Wolfe
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The Not Enough Series, launching now!
Eden Wolfe’s Lower Earth Rising Series, also on Kindle Unlimited:
June 25, 2021
Where do these ideas come from anyway?
Book 2 of my new series is well underway. I’m just loving this world! Sure, there’s the ‘real world’ but there are also parallel worlds that I get to explore with the depths of my imagination. And I can’t help wondering…
…where on earth did I get the idea for a mermaid that transforms into a trout? How did that of all things get planted into my mind? She’s an important character in this scene, and speaks with a southern lilt. She’s a charmer, and she’s dangerous. But she’s also kind and encouraging.
As any shape-shifting mermaid-turned-trout should be, right?
What’s next? I guess I’ll find out in the following scene, which I’m going to write. Right (write) now.
June 7, 2021
The End. Ahhhh.
Greetings from Marseille!
Summer is on its way (later than usual) and the sun is shining bright.
Which is awesome, don’t get me wrong, that’s what I moved to southern France for (okay, the food, wine, and French accent were also a draw), but right now I DON’T EVEN CARE.
Why?
Because I just typed the magic words… The End.
I celebrated by taking Missy out for a walk – just look at that happy face! I’m sure she’s celebrating with me and not only thrilled to be swimming in a mucky pond.
Oh, what a relief, what a delight, what an adventure it was to get this book done. While writing this book…
I got Covid (it sucked)The building next to mine caught on fire, blasting out windows and causing evacuationI doubted I would ever finish (I got a big dose of “imposter syndrome”, wondering if I had the right to call myself a writer)All in all, I am so pleased, relieved, and plain old happy this next story is down on paper. It is the first of a new trilogy, and I’ll tell you much more, but here’s the rough idea:
She’s got to save humanity from a parallel world. She has abilities strong enough to knock her on her backside. Everything depends on her… and she’s twelve years old.
I’ve always really believed that children are what will save the earth – so I brought that into this story.
With that, friends and readers, I’m going to start that ever-important editing process, and maybe even start thinking about Book 2. Or maybe I’ll just have a big glass of cheap champagne.
May 5, 2021
A five-year-old writing me.
I forgot I had these. Twenty plus diaries that I kept irregularly throughout my childhood and adolescence. Seems my writing career started earlier than I realized. I was a documenter.
Granted, they are the musings of a barely literate child, but when I read what she wrote, the experience is almost out-of-body. “She” is me, and there’s so much about the world she doesn’t know yet, though she thinks she knows a lot. And as far as five-year-olds go, she has a fair number of opinions about teachers and friends and parenting styles.
What I find most endearing is that she (that is, I) writes to her diary as though it is a person, addressing it often with “I’m sorry it’s been a while”.
As I flip through the pages, I’m going to note a few that are share-worthy. Many are cringe-worthy, laugh-worthy, and sometimes downright surreal – but they are the truthful words of a young girl exploring the world.
I hope you enjoy seeing life through her simple words. More to come…
November 20, 2020
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September 8, 2020
I’m in Quarantine. So I’m going to launch!
I’m in my mother’s basement. I haven’t felt the sun on my skin since… well, yesterday when I BBQed in the backyard. But for a week I’ve been alone. So it’s a great time to launch Book 1! Perhaps not a great time to make a selfie video, but too late now…
