Apr 7, 2014

Undead Kev has risen! Children's book launch and prizes.

My Zombie DogTo celebrate the launch of my new book, Undead Kev, I'll be giving away a Kindle and Amazon Gift Card!
When I wrote My Zombie Dog, a favourite amongst zombie-loving kids, teachers and grandparents, I never imagined turning the story into a series. The little undead dog told her story and that was the end of that. Until ...
My Zombie Dog told the story of Zane, a teenage boy, who receives a horrible dog for his birthday. The dog dies, the dog rises... and there the adventure begins. However, one character who appeared just briefly won the hearts of many readers; his name is Kev.
I received emails, messages and pleas from readers to write another story with more Kev time. I wasn't so sure, but Kev thought it was a great idea. So... Undead Kev was created. Here's a little about the book:


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UNDEAD KEV

Kev was strange, sluggish and smelled disgusting ... and that was before he became a zombie!
Zane and Kev, best mates forever. Side by side, they’ve been through crayon chewing (Kev), nose picking (Kev), and losing their trunks in the public pool (yep, that was Kev, too). They even faced the zombie apocalypse together... until Kev got bit. 
 Can their friendship survive if Kev is a zombie? 
 Zane feels guilty and blames himself for Kev’s condition. Kev blames him too. But then Kev is kidnapped by invisible stealth-monkeys and taken to an evil government facility to be their next experiment. Will Zane be brave enough to rescue his ex-best buddy and save the friendship?

WIN
To celebrate the rising of Undead Kev I'm having a launch party and you're all invited! I'll be running an online book tour for Undead Kev and there will be some cool prizes; you could win a Kindle or an Amazon gift card, just by participating!
Win a kindle
The competition will run from now until the 31st of May and you can enter by:
  1. Purchasing a copy of Undead Kev
  2. Purchasing one of my other books (My Zombie Dog, or Dognapped? A dog show detective mystery)
  3. Blog about the book launch
To enter by purchasing one of my books, simply keep your receipt/order number and pop it into the rafflecopter entry form below. Hang onto your receipt for verification if you win! Purchases from the 1st of March to the 31st of May will be valid.

To enter by blogging, simply create a blog about the book launch, or email me for a pre-prepared blog post (this come in html format, you simply cut and paste it into your blog post. You can of course edit this post to suit your readers). Alternatively, email me some questions and I'll answer them interview style, or review the book in a blog post, including links to where the book can be purchased and to this competition page.
The winner will be announce here on the blog (and contacted via email) June 4th.

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Apr 2, 2014

Focus Days - IWSG post

My scattered brain has trouble keeping up with writing, blogging, studying and teaching lately, so I'm lucky to have a friend like Denise Covey to remind me today is the Insecure Writers Support Group day! 

It's not surprising that I almost (and sometimes do) forget to post for IWSG each month, I've always had trouble working on multiple projects at once. My mind becomes distracted by all my other to-do tasks. Now I've been introduced to a new time management system that seems to work well, perhaps you'll get some use out of it too.

Focus Days.

Jillanne, a friend from Vannguard Writers, explained that she juggles multiple novels by giving each a focus day. I like this idea, because I also need to focus on my current studies for my Master of Letters that I'm undertaking through Central Queensland University. Basically, each writing project is given a day, and on that day, I don't let myself wander into research for the other projects. Now I can't spend a whole day on writing, as there are other tasks I need to attend to, such as marketing, sales, writing workshops, studies, teaching, etc, etc. Instead I allocate roughly half a day to each novel. I split my day into sections. Here's my current schedule (the blank spaces are for notes on what I've accomplished or what my goal is for that day).
I leave Sunday off, because if I scheduled EVERY day, I would be exhausted!

Undead Kev News

I'm running a blog tour for my new novel Undead Kev. There are some very cool prizes, including a Kindle!
If you'd like to sign up, the post and details are at: http://charmaineclancy.com/undeadkev/
Now I know there's the whole Blogger versus Wordpress issues for some people, so I'll also post the details and sign-up link here in the next day or two.

Mar 28, 2014

Writing Prompt and Story

Writing Prompt: Through the eyes of a child...
Stevie Meets The Lone Ranger
Stevie gulped for air, but there was none. Only water to fill his nostrils, throat, lungs. He twisted left and right, pushed his arms out in search of the surface, where the sun’s caress would ease life’s breath back into his aching chest. The sun fell further away and the water became dark, black, silent. There was nothing. 
Or was there? 
A flicker. A quick blink at first, then the light grew, expanded and exploded in noiseless grandeur. Stevie was in the light, he was the light. 
Hello Steven.
He blinked three times, because the first two don’t count when you’re seeing things.
'Who are you?'
You know who I am, who am I Steven?
'God?'
That’s right.
The old man came into focus now, his long white beard billowing in the breeze.
'You look like Santa.'
He smiled as though pleased with this comparison.
That’s how your mind chooses to see me. My image is your doing, but I assure you, I’m real and I have an important task for you.
'I can make you look however I want?'
That’s correct. Listen now Steven, you’ll be returning. There’s something very important you must do. The people down there need your guidance, otherwise—
'Sweet!'
The beard dissolved, a Stetson formed on his head and a black mask over his eyes. The flowing white robe became a fitted grey shirt with dark trim.
—There’s going to be a flood. A great flood. A flood to wipe the earth clean. Unless—
'Say hi ho Silver!'
What?
Stevie chuckled and pointed a finger at the image. 'You look like The Lone Ranger.'
Oh. Alright Steven, pay attention. This flood will come, but there is one way to avoid it. In your little town you must have the locals build a temple. Your family, friends and neighbours will think you are crazy Steven, they’ll… wait… The old man flicked his red arrowed tail and tentatively touched the curved horns on his head. That’s not funny Steven.
'Sorry.' Stevie looked down at his feet to appear shameful, but really he was hiding a grin.
You can save mankind from their own sins. Save them from the flood. You. One small boy from Warracknabeal can be their saviour. You want to be their saviour don’t you Steven?
Stevie looked up and nodded. Of course he did, he’d be just like… he blinked away the image of Superman before him. God wouldn’t like that. Problem was, thinking of the man of steel then got him to thinking…
Convince the people of your town to build a temple. It must be the grandest and largest temple ever built. It must rival the pyramids, the great wall. People will come from all over the world. They will pray and they’ll be… Steven?
Tears streamed down Stevie’s cheeks, down past his jaw clenched tight.
God furrowed his arched brows and turned his face down to take in his blue, red and gold fitted costume barely constraining his ample bust. He held up the golden lasso questioningly.
'Wonder Woman.' Stevie spluttered the words then broke into sobs of laughter.
God’s hands rested on his curved hips. His pretty face grew red with fury.
Stevie quickly turned him back into The Lone Ranger.
Steven…
'Stevie…' God was his mother?
'Stevie… Oh dear Lord, you’re alive!' She pulled him up to sitting and hugged the soaking wet boy, then covered his cheeks with smears of her cherry lipstick. Once he was well enough to squirm from her embrace she released him and helped him to his feet.
The sun warmed his bare back.
'Oh Stevie, are you okay? I should take you straight to Doctor Henderson.'
'Aww Mum, I’m fine.'
As they made their way up the cleared path leading from the waterhole, back to the house, Stevie relayed his experience. 'I met The Lone Ranger!'
His mother laughed with relief. 'Yes? Please do tell me, what did he have to say?'
Stevie shrugged. 'It’s gonna rain.'
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This story is part of the Write Edit Publish blog hop, each month you can complete and publish a story to their prompts. This month's prompt was... Through the eyes of a child. Now I'm off to read some of the great stories submitted!