H.A.L.F.: ORIGINS Pre-Order is LIVE!

The End is Near …

Of the H.A.L.F. series anyway.

H.A.L.F.: ORIGINS

The official launch date has been set: August 24, 2017!

*woot, woot*

I’ve got lots of fun stuff planned to celebrate the end of this epic sci-fi adventure so stay tuned.

But in the meantime, would you like a teaser? A little taste of what's to come?

Head over to the dedicated webpage for ORIGINS and learn more about the book.

AND, if you’d like to be one of the first to order your Kindle edition copy, there is a convenient Pre-Order button that will take you to Amazon.

Are you curious about why I’m showing you a picture of the large radio telescope array in New Mexico? ;-)

All your questions will be answered … on August 24!

ORIGINS Webpage: http://bit.ly/HALF_ORIGINS_PAGE

ORIGINS Pre-Order (Amazon US): http://bit.ly/HALF_ORIGINS

ORIGINS Pre-Order (Amazon UK): http://bit.ly/ORIGINS_UK

ORIGINS Pre-Order (Amazon DE): http://bit.ly/ORIGINS_DE

The "VLA" (Very Large Array) in New Mexico, USA

Phoenix Comic Con 2017

Phoenix Comic Con, May 25-28, 2017

BOOTH HH 307

Natalie Wright at Phoenix Comic Con 2017, Booth HH 307

While I’ve been busy revising (aka rewriting!) the next installment of H.A.L.F., I’ve also been getting ready for my first appearance at Phoenix Comic Con. I’ve heard so many great things about this con and have wanted to exhibit at it for years. I finally got off of the wait list and into the exhibit hall!

I’ll be debuting some new products including Mystery Boxes in two sizes. They’re filled with fun goodies. Can’t wait to see people's faces when they open them ;-)

My last con, El Paso Comic Con in April, feels like it was years ago! Writing H.A.L.F.: ORIGINS has been a long, exhausting experience with multiple threads to weave together into a coherent story. And the daily news makes my head spin.

I’m sooooo looking forward to a geekfest weekend with fellow nerds and geeks. Bring on the cosplay!

See you there!

YOU CHOOSE THE COVER - H.A.L.F.: ORIGINS

We all know we shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. But we also know that we totally do.

So judge away!

My cover designer gave me two great designs that are exactly the same except for the color of the band at the top. I like them both and can't decide which will work the best.

But the question is: Which do you like the best? Which cover draws your eye more? Which would you like to see gracing the cover of my next book?

There’s a poll at the bottom of the post. Please vote and share so I can hear from as many people as possible.

Thank you for helping me choose!

Cover #1

Cover #2

Which cover do you like best? Cover #1 or Cover #2?

Cover #1

Cover #2

Poll Maker

Writer Wednesday: Utter Loneliness and Explaining the Inexplicable

This quote captures such expansive ideas in so few words.

First is the idea of the loneliness of writing. And “utter loneliness”. Like really, really alone!

I have felt that way at times. It's not just that the actual act of writing requires - for many of us - time without other people so that we're free of distraction. Even in a busy cafe, writers often wear headphones or are so in the zone that they may as well be on Mars. For all intents and purposes, the writer is alone when writing.

But more than that, the writer inhabits a world of her own making with people she has created. Within that story world, the writer is wholly alone. 

I often feel that I spend the majority of my time with people that no one else knows in a world where no one else has been. The idea of “utter loneliness” is one I understand.

But here there is the second idea as well - trying to “explain the inexplicable.”

How does one explain the soul?

I think all artists and creatives are - attempting anyway - to do exactly that. To somehow explain whether in words or pictures, in clay or movement, the complex and nuanced ideas that well from the soul.

There is no perfection in this endeavor. The artist often looks at his canvas and sees only what did not make its way there, even when others laud the work.

The same is true of the story or poem. At my best, I feel that I've captured a fair bit of what my heart wanted to express. But there's always a feeling that I didn't quite get it all down on paper. That something is missing.

Perhaps it's that quest to “bleed on the page” - to explain the inexplicable - that keeps the writer tapping the keys and putting ink to the page.

Do you ever feel utterly alone? Do you agree with Steinbeck that the writer seeks to explain the inexplicable?

Teaser Tuesday: The Inferno of Unrequited Love- A Poem by Tex

The more I write, the more often I get writer's block. When I first took up the pen, I had a pent up well of words that broke over the dam and flowed freely with little effort. 

I'm not saying all the words were good! It was more that when I sat at the keyboard, I had no problem thinking of something to say.

Now, working on my sixth novel, the words do not spill out in a riot onto the page. Most days I feel more like I'm coaxing them forth. Perhaps I'm more choosy about what words I lay down on the page. Or maybe I mined the surface and must dig deeper.

Whatever the reason, the question is how to break through the wall of writer's block.

One method I've used is to write poetry in a character's voice/perspective. It helps me get inside the head of the character and often reveals a truth I was not aware of about the character or perhaps the needs/desires/wants of the character.

Today I share a poem that "Tex" wrote. It captures where he is at in book three of the H.A.L.F. series: H.A.L.F.: Origins (forthcoming June 2017).

Consumed

I could end you.

It would take only a thought,
     no more effort than to breathe.

You know this.

You should be run away from me
     in terror.

I am a monster.

But is it possible that you see
     the human within me?

Starvation. Cold. Mutilation. Torture.

None scared me half as much
     as the thought of losing you.

Is it my fate to wander,
    a shell of a man
        hollowed by my longing
            for your touch?

My heart beats in time to
    an unrequited rhythm.

You touch my cheek, 
     your face upturned,
          your lips moist and ready.

If I kiss you now,
     will the fire subside?

Or will it kindle an inferno
     that will consume me?

Your lips
     soft.
My hand
     at the small of your back.
You arch into me as
    our lips
        meet.

The inferno rages,
     engulfs me.
It burns until I am ashes,
     burnished to reveal
         the diamond heart within.


If you're a writer, do you ever get writer's block? Have you ever used poetry to break the blockage? What other methods do you use to end your writer's block?