I’m taking a little break from writing today. I’ve only written about 600 words of the 1000 that I normally like to get out in a day but eh, my mind is elsewhere and I’m not going to sweat it. I’m still new to this digital portrait painting… so many brushes to choose from! I have no idea how to use half of them and end up using the same three over and over. I should ask someone else who does digital painting what brushes they like to use.
The giveaway contest for Caged ends in less than 12 hours! So exciting. Tomorrow is the launch of the paperback edition – I know some people will be very happy about that.
Interview with Bey Deckard, author of the Baal’s Heart series
About the Author
Born and raised in a small coastal town in northern Québec, Bey spent his early summers on his uncle’s boat and running wild on the beaches of the surrounding islands, lighting fires and building huts out of driftwood and fishermen’s nets. As an adult, he eventually made his way to university and earned a degree in Art History with a strong focus on Anthropology. Primarily a portrait painter and graphic artist, Bey sat down one day and decided to write about the two things that he felt most passionate about: sex and the sea.
Bey currently lives in the wilds of Montréal with his best buddy, a spotty pit bull named Murphy. Caged is his first novel.
Long day of editing yesterday. *stretches shoulders* I really should get myself a good chair and desk soon before I become a cripple. The print version of Caged is on track to be released on the 15th. I’m still waiting for some more edits but I’m hoping they’ll be minor, or already taken care of in the first batch, so I don’t have to spend so many hours digging through the book again.
It’s interesting to see how my writing has matured.
New chapter finished for the sequel. I’m on track there too – passed the 1/3 mark. I’m wondering, however, if this book might be a smidge longer. There’s so much of the story left to tell.
I also have to get back to a writing side-project that I’m working on.
And… I have to stop thinking about this other book I have to write. It can wait… I can’t do everything at once.
I was just having a beer with a buddy of mine who is also a writer, talking about how incredibly weird it sometimes (hell all the time) feels to have people out there… reading your work. It makes my head spin at times to think that there are people reading what I write and, not only that, but enjoying it.
I enjoy my own writing. I do. But it never occurred to me that anyone else would. Which is why, when I ask someone to review my book, I get stressed out about the outcome. I think to myself: I’ll be ok with three stars. It’ll be great! It’ll be fine. Really.
And then they give me 5 stars. *shakes head* Floors me. Every time.
Thank you to my readers and reviewers and anyone who’s been part of the process! Really… thank you.
You can’t write a book and not have a launch party!
Everything I’ve read about publishing says to treat the first six months of your book’s life as a “pre-published” state. Especially if it’s your first book. Use that time to get your social media i’s dotted and all your editing/review request t’s crossed. Then, six months after you’ve published your book, have a big ol’ party to officially launch your book.
So – I’m looking at the weekend around August 11th, here in Montreal. I have a place to host it – at a gorgeous art studio. There’s a troupe of drag-kings who could be interested in doing a pirate-themed number, as well as a few bands to keep the party going.
I’m thinking of hiring some gorgeous, buff mates to walk around semi-nude serving canapés.
There will be signed copies to win, and probably other prizes – and the sequel should be out at that point too.
What else can one have going at an Erotic Book Launch?
I had to submit it myself through their publishing site because after over a month, the version submitted through Smashwords had yet to show up. Less than 24 hours after I submitted it myself, here it is.
You’ll often find me with my eyes closed, head tilted up as if listening to the heavens, just waiting for the right word to drop out of the air so that I can push it into the right spot in the sentence I’m writing.
Embarrassed, abashed, flustered, ashamed, disconcerted – they all mean approximately the same thing, but look at these sentences:
Jon was embarrassed about his feelings for Tom – this brings to mind a bit of toe shuffling, pink-cheeked kind of behaviour from Jon. Approximately the same with flustered, or abashed.
Jon was ashamed of his feelings for Tom – now we have a bit of inner conflict and, unlike embarrassed, the word really makes it seem like a negative thing, no?
Jon was disconcerted by his feelings for Tom – this one has Jon running through a checklist of probably causes in his head and coming up empty. Or doing a slow mental double-take.
Words. I love words.
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I’ve been writing “Author & Artist” everywhere but I realized just earlier that I haven’t actually showed you any of my art.
I consider myself primarily a portrait painter. That’s what I’ve been doing since I was old enough to hold a brush – paint people. However, I’ve been doing far more graphic design work than actual painting in the past few years. Most of the stuff I do is pretty mainstream corporate-type logos, but I also do digital portraits. The cover for Caged is my own design.
Lately, however, I dusted off the old Wacom tablet and started doing illustrations for my writing, and drawing a lot of NSFW stuff in general.