Monday, September 20, 2010
Welcome, Larriane Wills/Larion Wills
Museitup, my new publisher, by Larriane Wills, aka Larion Wills, two names, one author, thousands of stories.
When I began publishing just over four years ago, I lucked into a publisher just as new as I was. We grew and learned together, they as publishers, me as an author and then an editor for them. When they were forced to close to submissions, I felt lost. I drifted for nearly a year after we received the news, telling my husband I hadn’t decided where to submit every time he asked what I was going to do. Where was I going to find another publisher, only that wasn’t the biggest concern I had. That are so many publishers out there, surely I wouldn’t have a problem finding another one who liked my stories, but…I was spoiled, okay? Where I had been I felt like one of a family, part of a unit, a real person, not an entity behind a title. If I had a question, it was answered, about anything. I felt like I had friends there, not just associates. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying all publishers treat you with indifference as a person, caring only about the product. I knew from various blogs and asking other authors that many publishers worked with the authors on a personal level. I searched their sites. None gave me the ‘that is where I might feel comfortable’ feeling.
As I write in multi-genre, many of those I looked at carried a limited amount of genres to represent, not including all of those I write in. I really wanted just one publisher to represent me in all I do. I’m far from the most organized person, and the least amount of places, preferences, and etc I have to keep track of the better for me. I had several ready for submission and still dragged my feet, and then a friend mentioned another new publisher, started by someone I knew. I’m not going to go into all of Lea’s qualifications in operating a publishing company. I’m sure that’s been done already many times in this series of blogs this month, and will be many times more.
I will say that sense of familiarity was something I’d been looking for. I’ve not been disappointed, not in the people I’ve come in contact, new and old (meaning I knew them before, not a reference to their ages) and even though Museitup is new, not even official launched, the amount of pre-opening preparations are impressive, enough so that I’ve submitted three manuscripts, all accepted, and plan on submitting more. Lea keeps us well informed with no questions on when or how my manuscript will be treated, and from the few times I’ve had some questions, I know how I will be treated, not like a stranger bothering the boss, but like a respected colleague and friend.
My first release with Museitup Publishing will be in the spring of 2011. White Savage is the fifth of my western romance series. In Nov the 6th of the series, Tarbet will be released. In between those, one of my contemporaries, Chase will hit the bookstore.
Here’s a sneak peek at White Savage for you, an unedited blurb and excerpt.
Rescued from the Apaches, everyone told McGee the boy had been too long with the Indians and could never learn to live as a white man again. Ten years after Johns steals the boy away, McGee is afraid they were right. Or had they mistaken an innocent man for Jimmy when they took him prisoner, calling him a rapist as well as a thief and murderer after he escaped from them? And what about then rancher’s wife they claimed Jimmy tried to rape and then kidnapped? What secrets did she hide?
Exerpt: Jimmy couldn’t write. The colonel come in to hand him paper and pencil to write the names of his folks down so’s they could let them know where he was. Jimmy threw the pencil down and turned his head away from them.
“Don’t matter none you cain’t write. Most out here cain’t,” McGee said, picking the pencil up for the colonel. “Cain’t my ownself.”
“Does he even understand English?” the colonel asked.
“Sure he does. Don’t ya, Jimmy?” Jimmy stared back at him. “Jimmy, he knows ya cain’t talk. Ya just nod yar head, so’s the colonel knows you understand.”
“He doesn’t,” the colonel declared when Jimmy didn’t respond. “He’s been with them too long, McGee. He’ll never adjust to being white again.”
“Ain’t so,” McGee argued.
“Look at his eyes, McGee. He resents you, and I’ve heard how he fights everything you try to do for him.”
“Ain’t ‘cause of that. It’s cause he’s hurting.”
“I don’t know what we’re going to do with him if no one claims him,” the colonel said, avoiding anymore argument.
“Ya don’t need ta worry yerself none. He’s going with me.”
http://www.larriane.com/ is my site link where you’ll find more on the upcoming releases through Museitup Publishing.