Friday, May 31, 2013

has your muse ever outwitted you?

Hi,

I've been trudging along revising my novel, "Juma's Rain", and getting some other projects polished for publication some time soon, when my mentor Holly Lisle started a free Flash fiction course. Over the duration of 3 weeks, she made us write 5 Flash stories -- my Muse went crazy. She loved the new format. I know I'm nowhere perfect but it was so much fun, I am thinking of putting them into an anthology and sell them for 99ct maybe with a generous reading sample from one of the other books. As a teaser, here's one of the stories.



I dedicate this story to my writing teacher Holly Lisle. If you haven't read her books, go and get one. They're very good (I recommend the "Cadence Drake" series)

Alot, the; no pl.
 
The Alot hopped off the page and stretched. When it shook, tiny blue droplets floated through the air and settled on the desktop. The Alot looked around. No one was here wherever here was. It stomped forward, sniffing the table as it went. Where was it? What was it doing here? When it reached the table's edge, it turned back to where it had come from. Aside from a few words and a strange blue twinkling, the page was empty. Beside it sat a thick tome. The Alot turned its head sideways and spelled out the title: Foster's Etymological Dictionary

The Alot trampled onto the page whirling up the blue dust. It sneezed, shooting blue particles at one of the words: gryphon. The page trembled and the Alot stumbled backwards. Its tiny heart beat a rhythm of fear in its chest. It hid behind the giant tome of the Dictionary and peeked around the corner. An animal the size of the book with four legs, wings, and the head of a bird of prey stretched, ruffled its feathers and flew away. Cautiously, the Alot returned to the page. The word it had sneezed on was missing. Could it be? Had it been sneezed off of the page too? Had it been a word?

The Alot pondered. If it had been a word earlier, what was it now? With its tiny trunk, it touched all of its blue fur it could reach. The plump body with the stumpy legs didn't look one bit like the gryphon. It wondered what it was good for. It had to have a purpose. Why else had it come alive? Its gaze fell on the Dictionary once more. The book contained words. Thousands of them. Surely it'd be possible to find an explanation in there. It stood on its hindlegs and lifted the cover with its trunk, and then it wriggled and jumped until it managed to crawl under the cardboard. Turning the pages was easier.

al… ala.. alo… It found aloe, aloha, alone and aloof, followed by aloud, Aloysius, and analog.
I'm not in the book. It blinked away a tear. When I'm not in there, I must have been a mistake. Mistakes are bad, aren't they?It decided to erase itself.

It climbed down from the book and back to the page, looking for an eraser. When it passed over the page, the blue residue tickled in its trunk, and it sneezed again. A creature, slightly longer that the Alot but less compact rose from the paper. It wriggled its trunk.

"Hi, I'm an Adn. What are you?"

"A mistake."

"Great. Can we be mistakes together." The Adn grinned.

The Alot's heart skipped and jumped. Maybe being a mistake wasn't so bad after all.

--The End--


Did you like it? Has this happened to you too, I mean that the Muse just wouldn't stop bothering you with idea after idea after idea?

Have a great day,
Cat

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Urgh

Hi,

for the last two days, it's been raining so much, we were truly rained in. In the valley where we live runs a small river. It rose so high that all bridges were several feet under water. Hubby had to race around making sure that the sewage system didn't collapse under the onslaught of water (which would have been a major catastrophe for my hubby as well as for nature). He managed to keep everything running smoothly (I think his employers don't appreciate him enough).

For me, it was a peaceful time. I wrote much more than usual since the dog didn't want to leave the house for more than was absolutely necessary. Also, the kids were home late yesterday because their buses had to take a different route over a rarely used bridge on a road barely more than a dirt track. It was an adventure for them and another 1/2 hour for me.

Just so you know what I'm up to:
1. I'm still writing and posting a YA fantasy murder mystery named "Swordplay". If you've got a Wattpad account, please vote for it and/or leave feedback. I'll leave the first draft up until I finish revision, but I'll take it down before publication.
2. I'm translating "Juma's Rain" into German while typing in the changes I made to the manuscript during revision.
3. I'm translating reMIND Volume two
4. I'm preparing "Urchin King" for publication in German in July

and the garden is sxploding, demanding more and more of my time. Sometimes, I wish I were two people. One for the house and family and a second one for writing and marketing and all the rest.
How about you? Where could you use help?

Tell me,
Cat

P.S.: Luckily, today was a sunny day before the rain is supposed to come back until the weekend (according to the weather forecast)

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

New Release: Paralan's Children

Hi,

Here is my latest release, "Paralan's Children", a YA soft SciFi story. Hopefully, you'll like it. It's available for 99ct as a special introductory price until tomorrow, 23rd of May. Then, the price will go up to $4.99 for good.


Fresh from the academy, ambitious Galaktipol officer Vera Staven has been transferred to the only human settlement on the ice planet Paralan. Aside from smuggling, crimes are rare and the suicide rate is high. But something at the latest find nags at Vera, although no clues indicate it's anything but a suicide.

When native Galaktipol officer Joloran Durim Brunàhgan meets the mother of his wee-ones for the yearly egg-opening feast, he doesn't know he's facing the worst case of his career. The next morning, fifteen Paralan wee-ones went missing, girls only. A catastrophe for the natives. Joloran hurls himself into the investigation, but he can't get the murder of two wee-ones out of his mind that he couldn't solve many years ago.

Paralan and humans harbor prejudices, making it hard for Joloran to follow all clues. Against his will, his superior requests support from the humans. POK Vera Staven is assigned to him, the only woman in the human Galaktipol station on Paralan. And time is running out. With every passing day, the probability of finding the wee-ones alive shrinks. But only as a team, Joloran and Vera might have a chance. Can they overcome their prejudices and cooperate, or will they find these children disemboweled in the icy wilderness of the planet's far side too?

Get your copy while it's cheap.

and enjoy the day,
Cat

Thursday, May 16, 2013

Hi,

I am giving away three printed, signed copies of my novel "Scotland's Guardians". Anyone can enter, I'll ship worldwide.

Goodreads Book Giveaway

Scotland's Guardians by Katharina Gerlach

Scotland's Guardians

by Katharina Gerlach

Giveaway ends June 15, 2013.
See the giveaway details at Goodreads.

Enter to win



Blurb
Since Bryanna grows up in Scotland, she is familiar with hobgoblins, selkies and kelpies from the tales of her mother country. But she is very surprised when she starts seeing these creatures one day. Is she hallucinating? Before she can ask her father's advice, he is kidnapped by a woman whose scent seems awfully familiar. Instead of calling the police, Bryanna follows the kidnapper and lands smack-dab in the middle of the adventure of her life. It's just as well she knows the old legends and myths well. The world she lands in is murderously dangerous. And even if she survives the journey, she is fated to kill her father.

Please spread the word,
Cat

P.S.: Please be patient. I made a mistake and now, the giveaway needs to be re-approved. That might take another day or two. So sorry. 

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Do you like Vikings? And Zombies? How about Viking zombies?

Hi,

Thea, a friend of mine, is currently writing a novelette with Viking zombies, and she has an Indiegogo-campaign running to fund cover art, editing, proofreading and the lot. Many people help her to reach her goal (which is a truly modest one, I've seen much higher prices). One of her loyal supporters is Sarah, and this is what she's got to say about Thea's campaign:

Every so often  you come across a writer who can explain something so perfectly and beautifully that you instantly fall in love with everything they do. My friend Thea is that kind of writer. Words to her are like magic to a wizard; she waves her wand over her writing pad and WOOSH! The world is left with a distinct feeling that something important just happened.

When I read her first book Dreaming of Her and Other Stories I spent about two days in a post-reading-the-book trance. Everything looked different. It was my favourite sort of book – books with stories that stay with you, that linger. The ones that shake up something inside of you that can’t quite settle back down again.
That’s why, when Thea announced she was writing a new book, The Illuminated Heart, this time a novella based on a fairytale, I got excited. My insides got nervous, anticipating a new shake-up. Then I read how it was based on a Norweigan fairytale, set in Iceland and uses a Japanese story structure called kishotenketsu. By the way, it will be the first ever novella written in the English Language to use the kishotenketsu story structure. That made it sound even more pretty damn awesome.

But those points, although very cool, aren’t the most excellent part about The Illuminated Heart. The best bit is: Thea is using crowd sourcing to help make it the best possible book it can be. Complete with extremely cool cover art (trust me, she showed me a sneak peak of the mock up cover art. The picture I’ve used for this post is cool – the picture she’s going to use is perfect.), paper back copies and professional editing services. So it’s not just going to be an awesome book about polar bears, princesses saving princes with Viking Zombies in it, it’s going to be a fully awesome novella that’s funded by people who are already in love with it.

The Indiegogo Campaign has just one week left to complete its funding goal of C$500 (around £320) and it’s still got half way to go! You can read the first two chapters of The Illuminated Heart here and once you’ve done that you can contribute to the book on it’s Indiegogo campaign. And in a few years time when Thea is a famous author, you can say “I helped fund her book”. It’ll happen.

I second her plea to support Thea. She's a really talented author. So if you can spare a dime, donate -- and if you haven't, at least spread the word.

Thanks,
Cat

Monday, May 6, 2013

feeling better

Hi,

I've been quite ill the last few days and didn't get much done, but now I'm better. I expect to catch up on the things I didn't get done soon. First and foremost is the compilation of an anthology with extremely high quality stories that I'm in charge of, as well as the preparation of my next publication "Paralan's Children".

I'm still not entirely happy with the cover blurb, so I'll keep working on it. Proofreading for the English version is done, and will be finished for the German version too in a few days. I hope to release it around Pentecost/Whitsun (wich is the correct word? My dictionary doesn't say).

Here's the cover. The title and author name are clearly visible even at thumbnail size, and I like the way the ice planet glows. It's very much like I picture Paralan.

 Paralans Kinder 

Now, you're probably curious what the book is about.Well, here it is:

Fresh from the academy, ambitious Galaktipol officer Vera Staven has been transferred to the only human settlement on the ice planet Paralan. Aside from smuggling, crimes are rare and the suicide rate is high. But something at the latest find nags at Vera, although no clues indicate it's anything but a suicide.

When native Galaktipol officer Joloran Durim Brunàhgan meets the mother of his wee-ones for the yearly egg-opening feast, he doesn't know he's facing the worst case of his career. The next morning, fifteen Paralan wee-ones went missing, girls only. A catastrophe for the natives. Joloran hurls himself into the investigation, but he can't get the murder of two wee-ones out of his mind that he couldn't solve many years ago.

Paralan and humans harbor prejudices, making it hard for Joloran to follow all clues. Against his will, his superior requests support from the humans. POK Vera Staven is assigned to him, the only woman in the human Galaktipol station on Paralan. And time is running out. With every passing day, the probability of finding the wee-ones alive shrinks. But only as a team, Joloran and Vera might have a chance. Can they overcome their prejudices and cooperate, or will they find these children disemboweled in the icy wilderness of the planet's far side too?

I hope you'll love my story as much as I did when I wrote it.
Enjoy the day,
Cat