Fayretales.com is moving to an AWESOME site my AWESOME hubby built for me!
I am so excited about my new website, here are some of the cool new features:
The blog: I'm not planning to quit writing after I'm done with Fayre Tales, so it is changing from a book specific site to an author (me) specific site. It probably won't change much, but now you won't be wondering why I'm talking about Tully & Rourke on a site called Fayre Tales.
Book Sit Rep: My favorite new feature on my website. The Book Sit Rep (or situation report) lists all of the projects that I'm working on and how far along I am with each of them. I was smart to marry a web coding genius, huh =-)
Random Quote Generator: Another favorite feature of mine. Every time you come to the site you get to see one of my favorite quotes in the box right above the blog.
Book Synopses: The book titles on the Book Sit Rep are clickable and will lead you to a brief write-up about each book.
Bio: I now have a spot for a real bio, not just a tiny tidbit about me. And there's a much better picture now, don't you agree?
Books: Coming this July, you'll be able to buy my book right here. I know I said June in my last post, but I missed a few figures. I'm a writer not a mathematician.
Fayre Shop: Also coming soon, not gonna say when, don't know yet.
RSS: You can still subscribe to the blog free via RSS by clicking on the teal RSS icon at the top right of the site or click the little orange icon that appears in the address bar after the web address. If you have no idea what RSS is click here to watch a quick video that explains it quite well.
So please check out CharlyBurleson.com, explore the site, and tell me what you think. And don't forget to subscribe to the new site's RSS. I hope you love the new site as much as I do, and many, many thanks to my AWESOME husband for bringing it all together!
~Charly
Showing posts with label Fayre Tales. Show all posts
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Friday, March 20, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Fayre Tales 2, The Vinegar Woman, Excerpt
In honor of the completion of the first draft of Fayre Tales Two, The Vinegar Woman; here is a special unedited sneak peek at the second installment of your soon to be favorite book (I hope=-).
“Fayre...Fayre,” Fayre opened her eyes, Medwin was at the foot of the tree, he raised an eyebrow at her. “Were you sleeping up there?”
“No, just thinking,” Fayre said as she sat up.
“About what Fadri said?”
“You heard?”
“He told me.”
“Oh,” she didn't want to mention that she was homesick.
Medwin smiled,“Do you mind if I come up there?”
“Uh, sure.”
Medwin climbed up the branch with just as much skill as Fayre had and sat himself next to her. They sat there for an uncomfortable moment or two. Fayre dangled her feet nervously.
“You know, not many Inches are tree climbers.”
“Really?”
“Without wings they're not very comfortable with heights.”
“I suppose that makes sense,” Fayre looked up at the smoke cloud, “What other odd Faery habits do I have that you've noticed?”
“Oh not many, you stuck mostly to the fruit last night, the not-afraid-of-heights thing, and you're very graceful, almost like you're floating.” Fayre blushed and turned away. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you.” Medwin reached out and placed his hand on Fayre's for a moment, then pulled it away as though he thought better of it. “I'm sorry, excuse me.”
Medwin turned and climbed down quickly, walked a few steps and paused. “Fayre?”
“Yes?”
“You'll do fine,I'm here for you,” he met her eyes with his, “I mean, we're here for you.” Quickly, he turned and walked away.
“Fayre...Fayre,” Fayre opened her eyes, Medwin was at the foot of the tree, he raised an eyebrow at her. “Were you sleeping up there?”
“No, just thinking,” Fayre said as she sat up.
“About what Fadri said?”
“You heard?”
“He told me.”
“Oh,” she didn't want to mention that she was homesick.
Medwin smiled,“Do you mind if I come up there?”
“Uh, sure.”
Medwin climbed up the branch with just as much skill as Fayre had and sat himself next to her. They sat there for an uncomfortable moment or two. Fayre dangled her feet nervously.
“You know, not many Inches are tree climbers.”
“Really?”
“Without wings they're not very comfortable with heights.”
“I suppose that makes sense,” Fayre looked up at the smoke cloud, “What other odd Faery habits do I have that you've noticed?”
“Oh not many, you stuck mostly to the fruit last night, the not-afraid-of-heights thing, and you're very graceful, almost like you're floating.” Fayre blushed and turned away. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you.” Medwin reached out and placed his hand on Fayre's for a moment, then pulled it away as though he thought better of it. “I'm sorry, excuse me.”
Medwin turned and climbed down quickly, walked a few steps and paused. “Fayre?”
“Yes?”
“You'll do fine,I'm here for you,” he met her eyes with his, “I mean, we're here for you.” Quickly, he turned and walked away.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
The Vinegar Woman (FT Book 2) First Draft is DONE!
It is now 2:00 in the morning and I am done with the first draft of book two!
I decided that I had to finish it tonight if I didn't get a wink of sleep at all. Luckily, it didn't take such drastic measures, 2:00 a.m. isn't that late for me lately.
I've been avoiding writing for a while, for no good reason, and I finally got fed up with my lazy self.
Feels awesome to have TWO completed first drafts under my belt.
Now for book three...
I decided that I had to finish it tonight if I didn't get a wink of sleep at all. Luckily, it didn't take such drastic measures, 2:00 a.m. isn't that late for me lately.
I've been avoiding writing for a while, for no good reason, and I finally got fed up with my lazy self.
Feels awesome to have TWO completed first drafts under my belt.
Now for book three...
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Fayre Tales Excerpt #3
Fayre would often sit among the berries of a certain Rowan tree, were she could watch the young Faery children playing and flying about without being seen for her hair was near the color of the berries. She was daydreaming, working on another scenario where she was somehow reunited with her parents, if she had any. Maybe her parents were searching for her, for eighteen years. Anything's possible right?
The branch swayed a little when Jolly landed on it, Gery was his given name but it had since been changed to Jolly on account of his circumference. Fayre was too intent on a group of Faeries playing with some dandelion seeds in the breeze to notice. Had she turned at that moment her eyes would have fallen on a comical sight. One would think his excess width would be beneficial in balancing like the pole that tight-rope walkers carry, but this width was not as stationary as a tight-rope walkers pole, it tended to squish and shift at the most inopportune moments and throw the good Faery into a terrible wiggle.
It was a such wiggle that finally got Fayre's attention, “Oh, Jolly are you alright? How did you find me?” she asked as she grabbed his hand and helped him to a less precarious position. She had to hold tightly to a nearby twig while he settled his substantial weight and waited for him to catch his breath.
“Gran Melia told me where to find you,” he said, "She wanted me to bring you this, said you might be cold." He handed her the bright green shawl Gran had made for her. It was a pretty shawl but she hated wearing it, Faeries don't get cold. It was just another reminder that she didn't belong. "She told me to make sure you wear it, she doesn't want you getting sick again," Faeries don't get sick either.
The branch swayed a little when Jolly landed on it, Gery was his given name but it had since been changed to Jolly on account of his circumference. Fayre was too intent on a group of Faeries playing with some dandelion seeds in the breeze to notice. Had she turned at that moment her eyes would have fallen on a comical sight. One would think his excess width would be beneficial in balancing like the pole that tight-rope walkers carry, but this width was not as stationary as a tight-rope walkers pole, it tended to squish and shift at the most inopportune moments and throw the good Faery into a terrible wiggle.
It was a such wiggle that finally got Fayre's attention, “Oh, Jolly are you alright? How did you find me?” she asked as she grabbed his hand and helped him to a less precarious position. She had to hold tightly to a nearby twig while he settled his substantial weight and waited for him to catch his breath.
“Gran Melia told me where to find you,” he said, "She wanted me to bring you this, said you might be cold." He handed her the bright green shawl Gran had made for her. It was a pretty shawl but she hated wearing it, Faeries don't get cold. It was just another reminder that she didn't belong. "She told me to make sure you wear it, she doesn't want you getting sick again," Faeries don't get sick either.
Friday, January 9, 2009
First Revision of Fayre Tales One is Done!!!
What an AWESOME feeling!
It's not ready for release yet, I still have some sections highlighted to beef up a bit and a few more brutal edits to perform, but I am now one step closer. For someone who never believed she could finish a first draft at all, I am so proud!
All of my life I have resigned myself to the "fact" that I'm just not someone who finishes things, I'm a starter, an idea girl. But not any more, welcome to the new me in 2009!
I have such an amazing group of friends supporting and encouraging me in both "real life" and Twitter, if I don't finish this book I EXPECT you all to hunt me down and make me.
And a bonus, I've finally decided on a subtitle. Fayre Tales book One is now Fayre Tales: The Rose Born.
Do you like?
Icing on the cake: Tonight is date-night, possibly the first ever since we got married. Is that perfect timing or what?
It's not ready for release yet, I still have some sections highlighted to beef up a bit and a few more brutal edits to perform, but I am now one step closer. For someone who never believed she could finish a first draft at all, I am so proud!
All of my life I have resigned myself to the "fact" that I'm just not someone who finishes things, I'm a starter, an idea girl. But not any more, welcome to the new me in 2009!
I have such an amazing group of friends supporting and encouraging me in both "real life" and Twitter, if I don't finish this book I EXPECT you all to hunt me down and make me.
And a bonus, I've finally decided on a subtitle. Fayre Tales book One is now Fayre Tales: The Rose Born.
Do you like?
Icing on the cake: Tonight is date-night, possibly the first ever since we got married. Is that perfect timing or what?
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