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About wesleyallison

Author of twenty science-fiction and fantasy books, including the popular "His Robot Girlfriend."

My Writing Journey Part V

Women of Power

I had published my free books on Feedbooks.com, and one of the features of that site is that many people write fan fiction of superheroes, publishing them in serial form.  I love comics, so I thought this was a way cool idea.  I wanted to be in control of my stories though and not have them belong to someone else because I used their characters.  So, I created my own superheroes and setting, writing the first two chapters and publishing them in serial form.

I stopped writing after two chapters because I was busy with His Robot Wife.  When I was done, I decided to stop messing around and turn this story into a novel, which I did.  I had a lot of fun with Women of Power and am pretty pleased with the story.  The title comes from the phrase “women of color.”

Blood Trade

While I was writing, I had joined a writers’ group called Shared Words.  We met biweekly at Borders Bookstore, usually at a table in a back corner.  One week we were seated in a different location, right between two entire counters of vampire romance novels.  One of my fellow writers suggested I write my own vampire book.  I replied that my book wouldn’t be at all popular, because my vampires would be horrible and not at all sexy.

That exchange became an idea that blossomed into a plot in my head.  I did renege on my idea that my vampires wouldn’t be sexy, though my vampire, Novelyne, never actually romances anyone in the book.  I wrote half the book, the chapters getting darker and darker as I went.  I finally realized that I liked where it was going, and went back to the beginning, rewriting the whole thing to be really dark.  Blood Trade seemed like a great title because the plot involved the exploitation of runaway children and also fits with vampires.  I also did a Google search and found no other books with that title.  Since then, about a dozen have been published.

Astrid Maxxim and her Amazing Hoverbike

I was talking to a friend about the sources of my inspiration for writing.  I pointed out that my first book was an homage to Edgar Rice Burroughs and the books I loved as a teen.  I then remembered that I had an earlier love—Tom Swift Jr.  I pulled a few of my old Tom Swift Jr. books out of the bookcase and expounded on how much I had loved them.  “I should write my own books like these,” I said aloud.

I sat down and planned out what I would write to create books like those I remembered from my youth.  I had loved the stories of the boy inventor and his best friend, the 1950’s innocence and enthusiasm for the future, the naïve belief that science and technology would fix everything, so I wanted those things too.  I was always bothered by the fact that Tom Swift never aged and no matter how many cool inventions he created, the world wasn’t changed much.  I would fix those things in my book.  Finally, my story would be multi-ethnic, because the Tom Swift books were really, really white.

I created my characters—the intrepid girl inventor, her best friends (one Hispanic and the other the child of a gay couple), her heroic boyfriend, his best friend (an African American genius who didn’t play basketball), and their bumbling buddy.  I created her home base, a kind of cross between Tom Swift’s Swift Enterprises and Disney World, and her hometown.  Finally, I gave her a name—Astrid Maxxim—Astrid meaning star, and Maxxim meaning utmost, literally a super star.  I don’t even remember how I came up with a hoverbike as the main invention, but I had more fun writing Astrid than I had writing in a long time.

My Writing Journey Part IV

The Dark and Forbidding Land

After finishing Tesla’s Stepdaughters, I jumped into writing book two of Senta and the Steel Dragon (which I had decided was the name of the series).  It was challenging because I was writing a new story set between two already written ones.  For some series, this might not have been a problem, but in Senta books, lots of characters die.

As I wrote, I kept combining things from the outline and throwing some things out because they would mess with the later, already written, stories.  In the end, the book was about 2/3 as long as originally planned, but I liked it.  The Dark and Forbidding Land became my fourth book published in 2010.

The Drache Girl

By the time I got ready to publish book three of Senta and the Steel Dragon, it had been finished for almost three years.  I went through a quick revision pass, changing very little before publishing it.  Like all of the books in the series, I had a hard time with the title.  I had settled on The Sorceress’s Apprentice for years, but many of my friends didn’t like it.  They thought it could be confused with Disney’s The Sorcerer’s Apprentice. So, it became The Drache Girl.

His Robot Wife

By the end of 2010, I had five books for sale, none of which were lighting up the best-sellers list.  Meanwhile His Robot Girlfriend continued to be downloaded thousands of times per week.  I decided I would write a sequel.  However, unlike just about every other book I’ve written, I didn’t have a strong story before I started.  I crafted an outline, but I was never as invested in the plot as I was with other books.  I did like writing the characters again though, and it became His Robot Wife.  By its third month, it had sold more than all my other books had ever sold all put together.  Each month saw more and more sales, and for a moment, I thought it would just keep going.  However, after about six months the sales began to quickly drop.

My Writing Journey Part III

Brechalon

I was still sending out The Steel Dragon to publishers, though by this time I had decided it should be three books instead of one.  I entered the first part, The Voyage of the Minotaur, into the Amazon Novel Contest and it made it to the second round.  In the meantime, I thought I would write a little story to promote the characters and setting.  By the time I was done with Brechalon, I had put so much work into the story that it seemed a shame to give it away rather than sell it.  I put it up for sale as a 99-cent ebook, but there was very little interest in it, so in the end, I went back to my original idea to offer it for free.

The Voyage of the Minotaur

By the time I was done with Brechalon, I had received quite a few rejection letters for The Voyage of the Minotaur.  I realized that even if the story was great (and I thought it was pretty good) it had too small an audience for any publisher to be interested.  At the same time, I was selling a few ebooks of Princess of Amathar.  I decided I would publish the manuscript myself as an ebook, but by that time I had fallen in love with the characters and setting and decided that I wanted to write more.  So only the first part of the original Steel Dragon manuscript was published. The other two parts would become books three and five of a series.

Tesla’s Stepdaughters

While trying to get The Voyage of the Minotaur published, and writing Brechalon, I had been playing Rock Band with my kids on the Wii.  In Rock Band, you can create your own characters, which I did—four hot babes, and you can unlock different outfits for them.  As I was playing, I unlocked some steampunk goggles, and a story started forming in my head.  By the time I started writing, the story was essentially complete in my brain. The only change really was that Tesla’s Stepdaughters was originally the name of the group.  I’ve always been a huge Beatles fan and based much of my fictional band’s career on them, so they became The Ladybugs.  I had never really attempted a detective story before.  They aren’t my usual read, though I have enjoyed a few. I was happy with how it came off.

My Writing Journey Part II

Publishing Princess of Amathar, even if only for myself, inspired me to write again.  Over the next fourteen months, I crafted an 800-page steampunk fantasy that I called The Steel Dragon. I printed up a dozen copies (in 5” binders) and friends read and edited them over the summer.

His Robot Girlfriend

That summer, I discovered Smashwords, where one could self-publish ebooks.  It was a brand-new thing, and I thought that it would be a good idea to get my name out there as an author.  I decided to piece together my earlier flash fiction, seven or eight small vignettes, into an actual story, by smoothing it out and adding an ending.  That summer, while teaching summer school, that’s what I did.  His Robot Girlfriend was the 1,864th book published through Smashwords (now there are over 330,000).  I also uploaded it to Feedbooks, Manybooks, and a few other sites.  I offered it for free, expecting only to get my name out there.  Well, it worked.  His Robot Girlfriend was huge, mostly because I was entering epublishing on the ground floor, though I didn’t know that at the time.  His Robot Girlfriend was downloaded hundreds of thousands of times, and when iBooks started, it was at the top of their free books list for a long time.

Eaglethorpe Buxton

His Robot Girlfriend was very popular online, and I was done editing The Steel Dragon, so I began sending it off to publishers, but I needed something else to write. I had recently read Herman Melville’s Bartleby the Scrivener, and I really liked the idea of an unreliable narrator, but I had also read Jerome K. Jerome’s Three Men in a Boat, so I was feeling like something silly might be in order.  I decided to set my story in the world I had created years earlier for a Dungeons and Dragons game I played with my kids. I had placed stories there before.  In 1996, I had written a play for our school drama club set in the same world.  The play was called The Ideal Magic.

So Eaglethorpe Buxton and the Elven Princess was born.  Eaglethorpe himself was a new creation, as was Jholiera the elven princess, but the places, Ellwood Cyrene, and the Queen of Aerithraine were all pulled right out of our D&D game.  I finished in less than a month and was still in the mood, so I wrote another one.  Eaglethorpe Buxton and the Sorceress uses the play I had written earlier as the main plot point, and I make Eaglethorpe the author.

I published both stories as ebooks and then decided that I would publish Princess of Amathar as an ebook and see if anyone would actually pay for one of my stories.  It was Smashwords book number 2,287.

My Writing Journey Part I

I started writing in Junior High.  I wrote a series of science fiction stories in comic book form. My cousin wrote his own science fiction comics and over the summer, we would get together and write crossovers.  I also started writing poetry in Junior High and all through my high school years, I considered myself a poet.  The only school activity I was involved in, besides a brief foray into JV football, was on the staff of the Student Arts Magazine.  Part of that was because I worked full time all through my high school years.  After High School, I went to college and dropped out after a year and a half.

In my twenties, I began writing novels, though I never finished them.  They were mostly fan fiction.  I imagined that I had taken over the duties of Edgar Rice Burroughs, so I wrote sequels to John Carter, Tarzan, Pellucidar, and Carson of Venus.  I also crafted two new stories. I reasoned that if ERB were still alive, he’d come up with something new too.  The first was a fantasy about a reality just beyond our world reached through random doorways—kind of an edgier The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe.  The other was Amathar—a story about a man transported to another world, with all the Burroughsian elements modernized.

Princess of Amathar

I met and married my wife, and soon, had a baby on the way and I realized I needed to do something with my life. I had a baby daughter, bought a house, and started back to college all in the same week.  After graduating, I became a teacher, and that and two children occupied all my time, though I wrote a few bits of flash fiction here and there—notably some little stories about a robot girlfriend.  After several years, I decided to get back to writing for real, so I dusted off Amathar and began working on it.  Over about five years, writing off and on, I finally finished the draft and went through many revisions.  I printed up four copies for fellow teachers to help revise and edit.  When I was done, I sent Princess of Amathar off to publishers.  After many, many rejection letters, I put it in a drawer and never thought about it.

One day, I was talking with a colleague and mentioned my story.  He suggested I publish it through Lulu, just for myself and friends.  So, in 2006, that’s exactly what I did.

New Price for The Voyage of the Minotaur

Book 1 of The Sorceress and the Dragon, The Voyage of the Minotaur (ebook edition), has been permanently lowered in price from $2.99 to just 99 cents.  You can find it at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Apple Books, Kobo Books and other fine ebook retailers.

Smashwords Summer/Winter Sale

If you are an avid ebook reader, the time you have been waiting for is upon us. Tens of thousands of ebooks are on sale at Smashwords.com. Thousands of them are free. Most of my own books are on sale. Head on over and take advantage of the savings.

Covid

Well, I got Covid.  This despite having been fully vaccinated.  Getting sick is just one of the many perks of being a teacher.  I’m about halfway through it now.  It’s no fun at all.  Lots of body aches and lack of energy.  Thankfully, I don’t have the respiratory problems that so many have faced (probably thanks to the vaccine).  The worst is the loss of smell.  Nothing smells and nothing tastes, so eating just isn’t that much fun anymore.  On the plus side, I’m losing some weight.  Anyway, enough whining.  Another week or so, and I’ll be back to normal.

Please take this pandemic seriously.  Wash your hands often.  Social distance.  Wear a mask.  Get Vaccinated.  Listen to your doctor.  Use common sense.

Eaglethorpe Buxton and… Something about Frost Giants

Chapter Twenty: Wherein a family is united, and a plagiarism is averted.

“Good luck to you,” said Thalia Góðurrisisdöttir, as we bid farewell.

She had snuck us out of the giants’ icy fortress, and given us our weapons, as well as a supply of bread and cheese and some warm blankets.

“Good luck to you,” I said.  “You and Thurid take care of one another.”

“We shall try,” the giantess said unhappily.  “I don’t know what’s to become of us.  Our love is forbidden among giant-kind.”

“Well, if you ever manage to leave together, come to Dewberry in Aerithraine and you will always be welcome.”

With a wave goodbye, Elleena and I started south.  Despite the rough terrain, we made good time.  Even though it was cold and windy and freezing and unpleasant, it was at least downhill.

That night, we took shelter in a small ice cave.  Not wanting to give away our location by lighting a fire, and not having any wood to burn even if we did, we huddled together for warmth.  Suddenly Elleena opened her mouth and slapped herself on the forehead.

“What?” I wondered.

“All this time, I have struggled to keep the throne.  I have never married because a man would have usurped my crown.  All this time, I could have just married a woman.”

“Well, you are still young, and Ellwood Cyrene is quite a handsome man.”

“I thought you said I was a fat, ugly cow.”

“I was angry at the time,” I confessed.  “I think that as Ellwood Cyrene, despite my having no interest in men or their bodies, you are very handsome.  As Elleena, despite your noticeably small breasts and somewhat mannish affectations, which is to say some of the things you do are not generally considered ladylike, you are still the most beautiful woman in the world.”

“Thank you,” said Elleena sincerely, which is to say, full of sincere.  “In these past seven years, have you ever found someone to love?”

“In my entire life, I have had only one great, true love,” said I.  “The Queen of Aerithriane, with whom I once had the pleasure of spending four or five years.  What about you?  Are you going to find a woman now to marry?  You could marry Miriam, your royal body double.  That would be… um, interesting.”

“I am in love with a great idiot,” she said.

“Who is he?” I demanded.  “She?  He?  Them?”

“It is you, you great moron,” she said, and then she jumped on me like a Virian leopard leaps upon a hippoleptimus, which is to say like a Virian leopard leaps upon anything, because leaping is chiefly what the Virian leopard is known for.  That and spots.

The next day, we left the great glacier known as The Skagarack.  I had a spring in my step and Elleena had sort of a limp in hers, but we were both happy.  About noon, we came over a small rise to find my noble warhorse, Hysteria, attempting to nibble on some frozen twigs.

“I am so happy to see you, Eaglethorpe!” her eyes seemed to say, notwithstanding the fact that normally it is the mouth and not the eyes which does all the talking.

After feeding her some oats from her own saddlebag, we continued on south, and Hysteria was not at all unhappy to bear both of us upon her back, which is to say, let us ride her.  We reached Fencemar late into the night, and after seeing that Hysteria was well taken care of, which is to say checking her feet and brushing her down and seeing her fed and watered, we went to the tavern.  There, in a crowded room, we found a fellow dressed as an adventurer, speaking before a crowd consisting of a few townsfolk, some travelers, and half a dozen fat dwarves.

“And now, I shall tell you how I, Eaglethorpe Buxton, saved Celestria and defeated the zombie horde with only this fork!”

“Lying welp!” I shouted rushing forward.  “This time, Ethylthorpe, you have gone too far!  I did warn you about your billing!”

“I am not Ethylthorpe,” said the brat in question.  “I am your own dear Ednathorpe.”

“No, you are not.”

“Are you sure?” said someone next to me, and up jumped an identical copy of the false Eaglethorpe Buxton, which is to say, one or the other of my offspring.

“You cut your beautiful hair too?”

“I think it looks fine,” said Elleena.

“You stay out of this!  One could very well say that this is all your fault.”

“One could very well say that, if one wanted to spend the rest of his life acting out the last few nights by himself.”

“What?” said the two Ethyls, which is to say the two Ednas.

“Never mind,” said I.

“We have decided that we don’t want to be split up anymore,” said one of the two rapscallions.  “We will go with one or the other of you, and we will spend half our time adventuring and half our time in a castle having tea parties.”

“They are trying to trap us,” said Elleena, “in some kind of parent trap.”

“It is more like a parent obfuscation,” said I, “which is to say, a parent smokescreen.”

“I like parent trap,” said one twin.

“It has more of a ring to it,” said the other.

“Shut up, you two,” I demanded.  “Are you trying to get us sued?”

I looked at Elleena and she looked at me.  Her eyes were filled with love, but also fear.  Some of either love or fear was leaking out and running down her cheeks.

“Elleena,” I said.  “I love your more than life itself, maybe my life, but certainly other lives.  If you will marry me and make our family whole, I will renounce all claim on the throne.”

“Oh, Eaglethorpe,” she said.  “I was just about to say that I would let you be king if you would only say that we could stay together as a family.  But thank you for renouncing the throne.”

“But if you don’t mind…”

“No, too late.”

“But I…”

“You have renounced it,” said she.  “That is irrevocable, immutable, irretrievable, and not-take-back-able.”

“Okay,” I sighed. “But how will this work?”

“Easily enough,” she said.  “Up until now, I have split my time between being Queen Elleena of Aerithraine and manly adventurer Ellwood Cyrene.  Now, I will simply add a third persona—Lady Dewberry, your devoted wife.”

“This is wonderful,” said one of the girls, the one who had been speaking when we arrived.  “I will divide my time between being Lady Ednathorpe of Dewberry and Princess Ednathorpe of Aerithraine.”

“And I,” said the other twin.  “Will divide my time between being Lady Ethylthorpe of Dewberry and roguish young adventurer Ellwood Cyrene Jr.”

“You will not!” I shouted.  “You will be roguish young adventurer Eaglethorpe Buxton Jr., and we will call you J.R. for short.”

The four of us came together in a great hug.  The room broke out in applause.

“This is the finest play I’ve seen in two hundred years!” shouted one of the dwarves.  “What is it called?”

“Love Conquers All,” said Elleena.

“Frosty family in a frosty land,” said Edna.

“Eaglethorpe Buxton Jr. and the family that ought not to be divided but somehow was,” suggested Ethyl.

“No,” said I.  “None of those are the name.  It’s Eaglethorpe Buxton and… Something about frost giants.

 

The End