All posts tagged: Jenn Lyons

Cover Reveal: Making Shiva

So there it is: my cover for the second book in my science-fiction series. Here’s the stuff on the back: THE NEW GODS HAVE ARRIVED. Now that the Solar Independence War is over, retired war hero Mallory MacLain is busy partying away her career opportunities and ignoring her chances to better the universe through scientific discovery. When a cult of personality rises up around a new leader in the nascent League, Mallory is too lost to her own self-destructive urges to recognize the danger: she can ignore the politics, but that doesn’t mean the politics will ignore her. Now, with her research stolen, her reputation in tatters, and her most trusted friends turned against her, Mallory is sentenced to the most notorious prison in human-occupied space. What she finds on Sheol Station makes her question everything she believes about the destiny of the human race. With the League only just freed from alien rule and now on the cusp of becoming thralls to a new slave master, Mallory must answer the question of what she’s …

Manuscripts Sitting in a Drawer

So it’s been quiet… It hasn’t been, but I admit I’ve been pretty bad about blogging, so how would you know what insanity has been in my life? 2015 was a dead year in that regard. There was a lot going on behind the scenes, but nothing showing on the surface. Let’s chat a bit about what’s been going on, just between us. The first thing I want to mention is that the sequel to my science-fiction space opera, MAKING SHIVA, is on its final review rounds before an expected March publication. (I’ll post the cover here shortly.) I am anxious to let this one into the world, not only because it marks another advance in dear Mallory’s story, but because it also marks the last of the ‘old books.’ What are the ‘old books’ you ask? Well, many years ago, I got this idea into my head that I was going to be a writer. It was a bit of a lark, but I love books, love them to an embarrassing degree, so when …

New Release: Blood Sin

Zander Sin is the bad boy of rock-n-roll, known for his wealth, his temper tantrums, and his love of hedonism, but to K&R expert and newly born maran vampire Jackson Pastor, Zander Sin is something else: murderer, monster, and kidnapper. After Zander’s Whore of Babylon tour comes to Los Angeles, Jackson also learns that Zander Sin has a grudge with Jackson’s family that goes way beyond money or power, and stretches all the way back to ancient Rome. Zander may be on everyone’s hit list, human and supernatural alike, but when Jackson learns that Zander’s keeping his younger sister Monika prisoner, he finds himself face-to-face with the most objectionable of outcomes: being forced to help Zander Sin get what he wants. Even if it means Jackson may have to betray everyone he loves to do it. You all can rest easy. I am done publishing books for 2014. (I published 3 books this year. If you went back in time to tell 20-year-old me this information, 20-year-old me would have mocked you for telling unbelievable …

Monsanto Wants Your Soul (book reviews)

Or, reviews of two dystopian novels: Karen Faris’s Grumbles the Novel, Part I: Take a Pill and Chuck Wendig’s Under the Empyrean Sky. (Note: I purchased both books, and was not asked to review them.) So a few weeks ago my business required me to do a fair bit of airplane travel. In a perfect world, that would mean five or six hours of solid writing, but coach airplane chairs are so small it’s almost impossible to do any real typing without smashing my elbow into the poor bastard sitting next to me. So instead I read a couple of books. In hindsight, I was amused to discover that I had unwittingly chosen books of a THEME, that theme being: GMOs are going to eat you. In both cases, literally. The first book I picked up was part 1 of Karen Faris’s Grumbles series. Now, I’m going to start with what I hated about this book: it’s not a complete novel, but ends just the story is starting to ramp up. Now, trilogies can be tricky …

Updates and Motivation

So I’m about 85,000 into the first draft of Making Shiva, and progress is slowing. Much of that is due to real life issues that I won’t get into and the release of Blood Chimera (which has required a lot more active marketing support than my self-published titles,) but at least the ‘wall’ has nothing do with actual writing this time. Still, what I’d hoped to finish in one mouth will definitely take two, maybe three (although hopefully not more than that.) That said, I thought we might talk a little about motivation. You know that thing that actors are always asking? “What’s my motivation?” That. I was recently watching a movie (it will remain nameless but it rhymes with Gorilla) where the primary motivation for the majority of characters was “what will advance the plot to the next action scene?” The characters had no other plausible motivation. They made decisions that seemed to be based solely on what the director needed, not what was internally consistent for their own histories and personalities. Self-interest wasn’t invited to …

New Book: Blood Chimera

This has been a long time coming. I’m just a touch excited. A little. A smidge. To put it mildly. Okay, fine: I’m so damn excited. Here’s the cover for Blood Chimera, a paranormal mystery coming August 12th from World Weaver Press. [Correction: OUT NOW! YES!] Warning: what follows is a whole lot of author gushing about how the hell this book happened and that includes some world-building thoughts which might be considered spoilery (at least as far as meta book details are concerned). I’ve always wanted to write a vampire book (well, since I was eighteen and first read Dracula, or maybe since I was fourteen and first saw The Hunger? Back during the Triassic, in any event.) I was always told not to. “It’s been done,” I heard. “Anne Rice owns the genre. The publishers don’t want to look at that.” (Which later became ‘Laurell K Hamilton owns the genre’ or ‘Charlaine Harris owns the genre’ or ‘Stephanie Meyers owns the genre’ but always with the strong suggestion that vampires are overdone and nobody wants …

Leaving Carcosa: Post-Mortem on True Detective

This is coming in a bit late for those who have already finished watching the first series of True Detective (I wrote this the night after the season finale, but real life interfered with the posting,) but I figure the show will have a long tail as people watch it later, so here we are. So first, some background: I only started watching True Detective because I heard about the King in Yellow connection. For those unaware, the King in Yellow is the name of a collection of short stories written by Robert Chambers, published in 1895. He borrowed the city of Carcosa from writer Ambrose Bierce, but otherwise introduced the idea of the mysterious titular entity, a occult ‘Yellow Sign’ and a play that would drive its viewers insane. Only four stories in the collection directly concern the King in Yellow, but that was enough. Chamber’s work was lovingly appropriated by H.P. Lovecraft and merged with the greater Lovecraft milieu, becoming part of a rich body of horror mythology, the King in Yellow accepted …

Kumiho

Kumiho was a short story I wrote about 10 years back, and semi-autobiographical. I chanced upon it when looking through some old files and decided to share it. _______________ Since my boyfriend lost his car last summer, I’ve been taking the bus a lot. You meet a weird lot riding the bus, especially in Los Angeles, where public transportation is the option of last resort. There are the people who hop on and immediately open up the cases of stolen watches, the homeless who haven’t bathed in weeks if not months and sometimes, the people like me who are just enduring the commute to work. These are generic descriptions, but there are some very specific characters I’ve encountered: one fellow who carries a white cane and pretends to be blinds so he can ride for free; an old sweet-looking grandmotherly woman who always wears the same tweed suit with lace gloves and is so terrified that there won’t be any room for her on the bus she always cuts in front of the line, even …