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The Hunt for Elsewhere – Now Available for Purchase!

At long last, my book is finally finished and on sale! The Hunt for Elsewhere by Beatrice Vine is available in both paperback and eBook formats. You can purchase a copy at the following links:

In Paperback OR for the Kindle
In Paperback OR for the NOOK
For your computer or other portable device
For the iPad: You can search for the book in the iTunes store!

It’s certainly been an interesting journey. Now, onto the next story!

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Posted by on April 12, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

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The Hunt for Elsewhere – Sorry for the wait!

I’ve been absent for a long time, and I’m so sorry, but the time I was absent was dedicated to re-writing my book, re-writing my book again, sending it off to an editor, and re-writing it yet again. It is now in the stages of polish, and I will send it out for book reviews this weekend. I thought I would have been done by late last summer, than by the beginning of December, but I was wrong. Rookie mistake.

Anyhow, I would much rather push the publication date and get my book in fit shape than send it out so-so. As it is, I’m not completely happy with the story, but I am satisfied with it.

The timeline now, assuming everything goes well, is as follows:

1.) Send manuscript out for book reviews this weekend.

2.) Reviews will be received 2-3 weeks after submission.

3.) Final retouches to book cover.

4.) Submit to Amazon for print and eBook. Book should be available approximately 7 days after submission.

5.) Submit to Barnes & Noble for availability on the nook. Submit to Smashwords for availability on other electronic platforms (may take up to 2 months).

Dear god, I hope this goes according to plan. This whole thing has been emotionally exhausting!

 

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Long Time, No Post: Big News – My Novel is Complete

I have been away from blogging for an extended period of time to work on my novel. I am pleased to announce that the novel is complete. My goal is to release my novel, “The Hunt for Elsewhere” by Beatrice Vine, by the end of this year and before Christmas. In the mean time, please enjoy a few quotes, excerpts and the book cover.

“Listen to me carefully, my friend: there are many cruel creatures and there are many good ones, but rare are those that are truly evil or righteous. If you give someone a chance, regardless of their temperament or their appearance, more often than not, you will bring out the good in them.” – Quill (page 39)

“You’re not invincible, you know. You might be smarter than a snake bite, but you’re impulsive too. If something happens to you and there’s nothing I can do about it, I have to live with that. But if something happens to me, will you worry at all?” – Dante (page 185)

“This world we live in,” Tootsie explained, “it’s a rough one for sure. Every day the air gets a little worse than yesterday, and every day everyone gets a little more desperate to survive.” She stopped a few yards away from a particularly lavish house with a carefully manicured lawn and garden. “Look at that window over there. See that cat? All white and clean with his stupid little nose sunken halfway in his face? Well, he’s one of the lucky ones whose got things made. Two square meals a day, a master to groom his fluffy hair, and a hoard of squeaky toys I bet he doesn’t even know what to do with. If you don’t have luck like his, then you gotta make your own luck, and you do that by watching out for you and your own.” – Tootsie (page 199)

“I’m afraid you’ve asked the wrong question, Mr. Wolf. It is not a matter of ‘what,’ but ‘who.’ I am Saxton. I have a name, just like the rest of you, and I will choose to define that name as I see fit.” – Saxton (page 253)

“So what? Anyone can grow strong with effort and time. Learning compassion, though, that only comes when you’ve been in the position of being weak.”- Juniper (page 264)

“While misfits are born, monsters are made. I am the master of my monster.” Jezebel (page 285)

 

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The Hunt for Elsewhere by Beatrice Vine: Teaser

The following is a teaser from Chapter Three of my novel, The Hunt for Elsewhere (c) Beatrice Vine. This is a raw cut from the draft as I have not yet begun the editing and rewriting process yet. Please let me know what you think of the cut and if there’s anything I can do to improve upon this scene. I’m sure there are plenty of grammar errors and overly “flowery” writing to be dealt with.

One thing: I am debating on whether or not I should switch from past tense to present tense for the prose. I’ve recently started writing in present for another project and I’m liking it. I’m not sure, however, if present tense will work for a long story. Beyond that, ugh… I’d have to run a comb through every sentence in the rewrite if I make such a change.

“We should settle for the night. We’ve already made it across the state border. New Town should be about two to three days away if we keep moving at this pace.”

“Really?”

The crow nodded.

“That’s great!” Saxton happily skipped about in a circle. “I’ll be home soon!”

Though he would never admit it out loud, Quill was relieved that he was very close to completing his task and being free of the burden he had willfully placed upon himself. When they sought haven beneath a cottonwood for the night, Saxton fell asleep almost instantly and Quill watched him from his perch. What would he do, he thought, if the kit’s family was nowhere to be found and he would be hampered with this fox forever?

A hoot and flutter of thick wings descended from above him. Quill looked up. It was his friend Echo, the owl. He greeted her with a small bow of his head. She returned the gesture in kind.

“May I speak with you?” Echo whispered, “Away from sensitive ears?”

He glanced at the dozing fox. “Yes, but not too far away.”

They flew three trees over, just close enough that Quill could watch for any danger approaching Saxton, and just far enough that Saxton would not be able to hear their conversation should he rouse from slumber.

“His fur is turning red,” said Echo, a frown forming between her large, orange eyes. “Before long, he’ll be a fully grown. If he decides to eat you, what will you do then?”

“He will not eat me.” He said this defiantly, but without true confidence. He said it more to himself than the owl.  

“That’s quite a leap of faith,” warned Echo. “Must I tell you the cautionary tale of the man who owned a giant python?”

“Watching the news through the windows again?” Quill said dryly. “These days it’s a load of rubbish.”

Echo rolled her eyes. “Be that as it may, a dead man is dead man. Partially digested, no less. Imagine the mess the landlord had to clean-up when the tenants noticed the horrible stench seeping through the floors!” She huffed. “At least in the wood, you can die with dignity.”

“You make it sound as if my premature demise is a forgone conclusion,” Quill said stiffly.

“Keep in mind a fox’s nature.”

“A fox’s nature is cunning, self-reliant, and opportunistic.” Quill paused and exhaled reluctantly. “I had been hoping that perhaps my influence might sway his view of things… I seem to have taken on a task greater than I thought it would be.”

“Yes, well, that always seems to be your problem.” Echo shook her head. Having known Quill since he first arrived in Montana, she wasn’t at all surprised by his current situation. “You should end this here, now, before it’s too late.”

“Too late? Please, I have time to waste.” Quill snorted, but then he grew visibly exhausted. “I just didn’t imagine this is how I’d be whittling it away.” 

“You’re getting old, Quill,” said the owl. “You ought to fly home now. This year might be your last chance to see what’s left of your family.”

“Perhaps.”

Unbeknownst to the owl and the crow, Saxton had awakened upon sensing that he was alone. Suddenly alert, Saxton softly called out Quill’s name to find out where he had gone. When no reply came, he raised his nose to the air and quickly found Quill’s distinct scent. He followed that scent until it grew stronger, and discovered the tree at which the two birds roosted and conversed secretively.

But his large ears were powerful, and his chest tightened upon hearing both the owl and the crow’s words.  Worse, Saxton recognized that the owl was right: he was growing larger and hungrier, and every so often felt enticed by the notion of attacking and devouring his one and only friend.

Saxton’s eyes narrowed at the word, ‘friend.’

Quill had mentioned that he might one day make one. Though the word was very alien to him, out of the blue Saxton knew what that word meant. He couldn’t, at least not yet, define that word verbally, but he could define it by the complicated feelings it left him.

When he thought of Quill, he thought of his father, a protective and practical figure familiar with the ways of the world. Yet Saxton admitted to himself that Quill was far better than his father. He was kind, patient, and displayed an enlightened sense of knowledge that far surpassed that of Saxton’s family. With Quill, Saxton enjoyed the luxury of asking him questions without fear of being reprimanded. He felt safe and happy with the crow. He would do anything to return the generosity the crow had given him, even lay down his life

That was when Saxton realized he couldn’t- wouldn’t – remain.

Treading lightly on the soil and dry leaves beneath his feet, Saxton scurried away before the birds could notice that he was even there.

When Quill returned to the tree Saxton and he had rested at, his heart leapt to his throat. At the bottom of the cottonwoods, Saxton was nowhere to be found. Feeling that his eyes might be deceiving him, Quill circled the tree two times before acknowledging that the young fox had indeed left.

Instead of feeling grateful that the fox’s welfare was no longer his problem, Quill felt a wave of dread. He took to the air.

“Saxton!” The crow hollered. “Saxton, where are you? Saxton!”

Hearing Quill’s cries, Saxton began running. Quill had taught him the directions of north, east, south, and west, and with this information perhaps he would be able to locate his mother, father, brother and sister on his own. He hastened his pace, sprinting, hoping beyond hope that the crow would never find him.

 

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Facebook Page for Betty Vine

Quick post:

I have a facebook page for Betty Vine, which will be featuring occasional updates on “The Hunt for Elsewhere.” I realize it’s a bit confusing because “The Hunt for Elsewhere” is being written under the pen name, Beatrice Vine. The reason for the distinction is due to the different genres that I plan to write under each pen name. Betty Vine will be the dominant name I will use on the internet.

Here is the page:

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Beatrice-Betty-Vine/115188301892415

If you’re interested, please take a moment to “Like” the page. It’s small and relatively empty at the moment, but it should start filling up with more interesting things as time goes on. I’ve just recently added an album on the page featuring a partial cast of my characters.

Thank you!

 

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Original Novel: End of Part I on the Horizon

I don’t know if this counts as a milestone or not, but it certainly feels like one for me. I am now working on the last chapter of Part I of my childrens/young adult novel. No, it’s not Part I as in Part I of a trilogy, it’s simply Part I of the novel itself. Yeah, I know. Big whoop, but let me explain.

I spent the greater part of the end of March wrangling with writer’s block and hiding in fear that this project would once again hit the garbage bin barely forty pages in. Fortunately, I confided in my significant other, who advised that I keep the parts I felt boring, but necessary short and sweet, and keep moving faster toward the parts I looked forward to in my outline. You’d think this solution would be common sense, but it’s been a long time since I’ve written anything in prose. In screenplays, you can cut in the middle of a scene and jump somewhere else to move the action along. Novels? Honestly, I’d rather not push the “experimental” envelope since I’m just a rookie/wannabe writer. I don’t have the credentials to play hardball without looking like a pretentious ass.

Oh, wait. Too late.

So here I am, on the last chapter, and feeling very worried this chapter won’t be excuted the way I’ve imagined it. And I’ve imagined it enough times to recite the dialogue out loud. OCD, but true. I’ve already begun creating the most critical scene. It’s the part of the novel I’ve been aching to write for the longest time. It needs to be written. It has to be written, and yet I feel reluctant to step off the edge of the very precipice I’ve created and let the real ride begin.

UPDATE: It’s finished. Time to bring out the big guns.

 
 

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