Friday, January 23, 2015

Premier of the Video Trailer for H.A.L.F.: The Deep Beneath

Recently I posted a poll about whether or not readers paid attention to book trailers when interested in a book. The poll question was simple: "Do you view video trailers for books?" 

Interestingly, the poll came out in favor of book trailers. The final vote was 67% in favor of trailers to 33% who do not view trailers for books.

My ulterior motive for the poll was to help me decide whether or not to create a book trailer for my newest release, H.A.L.F.: The Deep Beneath. The majority rules! A book trailer has thus been created.

So without further ado, here is the trailer for H.A.L.F., created, produced and edited by yours truly. 

Make sure to leave a comment and let me know what you think.



How will I procrastinate writing the next book now that the trailer is done?! ;-)

Monday, January 19, 2015

Manic Monday: Sitting with Martin and Ray

Fahrenheit 451by Ray Bradbury
It's Monday morning. It's Martin Luther King, Jr. Day and I'm thinking about freedom, as I usually do, but more on this day of the year than most others.

It's winter but not cold outside. I'm enjoying a cup of hot coffee anyway and reading while I eat my breakfast.

It's an older novel but one I recently felt compelled to pick up. Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury.

Have you read it?

I think I read it before, maybe when I was a teen.

If I had read it, I long forgot what it was about. My guess is it may have been a book that was assigned but that I didn't get around to. Possibly made up stuff for the test and, given my fairly immense ability to make up believable shit (hence my two professions - lawyer and writer), I got away with it.

I also guess that if I did read it, I did not appreciate it. Could not yet, at such a young age, have comprehended the ways in which a book written in the 1950's was prophetic of its future in a way that is eerie. Prescient. Scary.

I also suppose that if I read it, I did not appreciate Bradbury's poetic language. His ability to capture the mood of things with just a few words.

I keep going back to the first line: "It was a pleasure to burn."

That line is amazing. Simple. Perfect. 

Haunting.

That one line is followed by what may be, for me, one of the most perfect first paragraphs I've read recently in any book of any genre.

"It was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed. With the brass nozzle in his fists, with this great python spitting its venomous kerosene upon the world, the blood pounded in his head, and his hands were the hands of some amazing conductor playing all the symphonies of blazing and burning to bring down the tatters and charcoal ruins of history. With his symbolic helmet numbered 451 on his stolid head, and his eyes all orange flame with the thought of what came next, he flicked the igniter and the house jumped up in a gorging fire that burned the evening sky red and yellow and black. He strode in a swarm of fireflies. He wanted above all, like the old joke to shove a marshmallow on a stick in the furnace, while the flapping pigeon-winged books died on the porch and lawn of the house. While the books went up in sparkling whirls and blew away on a wind turned dark with burning." ~Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
I love it. I'm jealous of it. I wish I had written it.

I put the book down and ponder how fucking incredible it is that I'm reading the book. That he wrote it. And that over 60 years later, he is speaking to me across time, across space, across generations. How he is fueling my mind and inspiring me.

We never met, yet …

Yet I feel in him a kindred spirit. One who, like myself, revels in the freedom to think. To question. To wonder. To dare to ask "What if?"


And to take that next step and write it down, then to share it with others, all the while not knowing if they will stand behind you and support your right to speak it or hunt you down like a mob with torches scorching your behind just because you dared to say it out loud.

After all these years, the scariest thing for people like us, Ray and I, is the possibility that the freedom to speak will be snuffed out, fueled by the kerosene of hate and fear, burned in the embers of the last cry of freedom.


Friday, January 9, 2015

H.A.L.F. Is HERE! New Sci Fi Book by Natalie Wright

H.A.L.F.: The Deep Beneath
by Natalie Wright
What does it take to write a novel?

For my most recent novel, the stats are something like this:

Four years, three complete rewrites, four Moleskine notebooks, hundreds of cups of coffee, three content editors, six beta readers, several bottles of wine, two different covers, a gazillion Reese's cups, a trip to the Roswell museum of UFOs in New Mexico, and hundreds of hours with my butt glued to a chair, fingers virtually numb from typing.

There may be a few exaggerations in there, but it's mostly true. ;-)

But all the hours lead to this moment of Yay! Hooray! Booyah!

H.A.L.F.: The Deep Beneath e-book is available for pre-order on Amazon. *raises a glass and drinks* If you'd like to order your Kindle copy, click the Amazon link, hit pre-order and boosh! It'll be delivered to your account on 1/29 when it releases.

And, for those of you that enjoy the feel of paper in your paws, the paperback is available now on CreateSpace and Amazon. I've even got a spiffy coupon code for CreateSpace. Just enter this coupon code for 25% Off. You're welcome ;-)

And what's this? A hardcover is coming you say?

Yep. Hardcover baby. The firm feel and weight of a hardcover will roll your way in early March.

It's time to party. To raise the roof. To bask in the glow of pulling that manuscript kicking and screaming into the world!

I really did have a blast writing H.A.L.F. It's the most fun book I've written so far and I hope that readers have as much fun reading it as I had writing it.

I'd love to hear what you think. Reviews on Amazon are a plus. Dropping me a line or comments for bonus points.

Now time to get back to work. I have four more books to write in the H.A.L.F. series. :0

From the Back Cover:

H.A.L.F. 9 has taken his first breath of desert air and his first steps in the human world. Created to be a weapon, he proved too powerful for his makers, hidden from humans and sedated. But H.A.L.F. 9 has escaped the underground lab he called home, and the sedation has worn off. He has never been more alive. More powerful. Or more deadly.

Erika Holt longs to ride her motorcycle east until pavement gives way to shore. She bides her time until graduation when she’ll escape the trailer she shares with her alcoholic mother and memories of her dead father. But a typical night in the desert with friends thrusts Erika into a situation more dangerous than she ever imagined.

Circumstances push the two together, and each must make a fateful choice. Will Erika help H.A.L.F. 9 despite her “don’t get involved” rule? And will H.A.L.F. 9 let Erika live even though he was trained to kill?


The two may need to forget their rules and training if either is to survive the dangers of the deep beneath them.