The Weekend Cometh

If you don't see me around the blogosphere much, I'm not MIA. I've got lots of things I hope to get accomplished before the end of the month and am doing my best NOT to get caught in Procrastination Station yet again lol!!!

Have a great weekend everyone!!!

The Passion Blazes...

This time last year, I was in the middle of blog hop this, 99cent sale that, holiday giveaway there and "Please buy my book!" everywhere. I was tweeting, blogging, Facebooking and Pinterest-ing.

I was in promo hog heaven trying to tell the world about my upper YA paranormal, Neverlove, trying to understand why it didn't take off and get two thumbs up by every reader or why I couldn't seem to get enough reviews for it. Why couldn't it get traction? Could it possibly be that a person of color on the cover is a detriment, immediately linking readers to expect an urban street tale and not a tale of painful loss, twisted love, and redemption mixed with paranormal elements? Maybe the writing truly just sucks...royally?

Lots of questions and doubts while I tried to push my first YA novel as a self-published author.

A year later, I've learned how much I love the cover and whether it is a detriment or not, I like it as is, though I may consider updating it so that it matches They All Fall Down. But that's just a thought. Other doubts still plague me, especially when I have moments where I slip into the dangerous "Comparison" zone *cue Twilight Zone's eerie music* Over the year, the comparisons have grown fewer and farther between, but in my humanity, I know I'll still have them.

A year later, I'm glad that one thing hasn't changed. Though doubts have tried to take it away, non-existent sales have attempted to discourage it...that writing passion still blazes. I have an MG story I'm still intrigued with updating with feedback I recently received. Despite agent rejections, I'm still interested in seeking an agent for it or maybe seeing if there is a small publisher that may want to give it a home. And if I don't do those things, I still have self-publishing as a wonderful avenue. I have some more adult-content stories ready to be shared. I still have other sci-fi/urban fantasy/paranormal/fantasy stories that won't stop nagging at me to be shared.

For this, I am grateful.

For this, I'm wonderfully blessed to indulge in this passion.

For this, I'm glad to have all of you around to share in this, my journey as an author and...a dreamer

What keeps you going in the writing journey?

Diamonds Are More Than A Girl's Best Friend...Launch of Diamonds and Dust

It's Launch Day!

Diamonds and Dust

by River Fairchild

Book 1 of the Jewels of Chandra series

Magic is real. So is betrayal.

Two heirs. A Kingdom of dust on a troubled world. One might resurrect it. One might destroy it all.

Archaeologist David Alexander investigates the cave where his father disappeared and hurtles into another world, one filled with magic and bizarre creatures. The mad ravings in his father's journals of icemen and dragons may not be fantasies after all.

Convinced his father may still be alive, David begins a treacherous journey to find him and discover a way home. Along the way, he encounters a few unlikely friends. A Dreean warrior, a beautiful thief and a satyr join him as he searches.

David's arrival into this new world sets off an explosive chain reaction of events. Faced with powerful adversaries and few clues, he may not get the chance to rescue his father before disaster strikes, condemning both of them to death. Or worse.

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About the author:

River Fairchild is somewhat odd, brandishes a dry sense of humor, owned by several cats. Lives in a fantasy world. A fabricator of magic. Makes stuff up and spins tales about it. Believes in Faerie crossings and never staying in one place for very long. Speculative Fiction wordsmith. The secret to her stories? Spread lies, blend in truths, add a pinch of snark and a dash of tears. Escape into her world. She left the porch light on so you can find your way down the rabbit hole.

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