It’s zero hour…
Naomi has just two weeks to find a new home for Joseph's grandfather. The old Ute shaman is fighting for his life against a mysterious injection of toxin he received at the hands of the Norse Trickster god Loki. If Naomi is to defeat Loki once and for all, she must learn what it is he seeks under the old man's wickiup.
She has just one week before she must mediate between the Earth's pagan gods and goddesses and the Christian God. If her efforts fail, all of humankind will suffer the consequences.
And her baby is due any day.
In this, the fifth and final book of the Pipe Woman Chronicles, Naomi is in a race against the clock to balance the demands of her body, her family, and her friends – and she must do it while the whole world is watching.
Special Series Synopsis
Naomi Witherspoon lives in interesting times. At the winter solstice, she was Seized by a Native American goddess to mediate a power-sharing agreement between all the pagan gods and goddesses and the Christian God. Then, as her relationship with her new boyfriend Fissured, she Tapped a wellspring of strength – her Native American heritage.
Now, Gravid and due any day, she must conduct the mediation of her life. Will she succeed? Or will it all go up in smoke?
The answers to those questions, and more, can be found in Annealed, the final installment in the Pipe Woman Chronicles, an urban fantasy series by Lynne Cantwell.
It began at the winter solstice And it ends... Now.
One of my all time Author Interviews EVER:
Top Ten List of Things I Must Have When I Write
By Lynne Cantwell
Some writers are persnickety about their surroundings when they sit down for a writing session. They have to be wearing the right kind of clothing, they have to have the right snack foods, they need coffee, they need music playing, and so on. They’re like little divas! If they ever get to be rock-star famous, they’ll be demanding caviar flown in from Russia and bags of pretzel M&Ms with all the yellow ones picked out.
I’m not nearly that fussy about my environment when I write. But I do require a few things before I can put my fingers to the keyboard. Here they are, in reverse order:
10. A little peace and quiet. This is not absolutely mandatory; after all, I did spend twenty years writing under deadline pressure in a newsroom where a radio, a television, multiple police scanners, and a teletype machine or two were all going simultaneously. Come to think of it, that might be why I prefer to write without a soundtrack now.
9. My Bumble. I have somewhat of an unhealthy fondness for the Abominable Snowman from the “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer” TV special. One of my kids got me a little cartoony figurine of the Abominable Snowman last Yule, and now he sits on my bookcase, grinning at me, while I write.
8. A computer. I used to write my first drafts in longhand, but my handwriting was better then. Now it’s healthier for everyone if I just start out typing.
7. Research – both books and printouts from websites. And may I just say that Google Earth is an urban fantasy author’s best friend.
6. A rough outline. I’m a plotter. I like to have some idea of where I’m going with a book before I start writing it. That doesn’t mean my characters don’t take matters into their own hands now and then. I’m okay with that, as long as the book doesn’t go totally off the rails.
5. No Facebook. Also no Google Plus, no Twitter and no e-mail. I have to shut down my browser while I’m writing, or else I get distracted by the shiny, and before you know it, I’ve lost a half-hour or more of writing time. If I need to look up a fact, I have to force myself not to reflexively open Facebook. It’s a disease, I tell you.
4. My phone, left in the other room. Preferably with the sound turned off, so I can’t hear any alerts when I get a new e-mail or Facebook message.
3. My dry-erase calendar. It’s great for mapping out the days when certain events in the book are supposed to happen, and a little quicker to refer to than the outline. It hangs on the wall right above my computer. I fantasize about my books being so eagerly awaited someday that my kids could make money by selling clandestine photos of this calendar.
2. A deadline. If left to my own devices, I’ll let a first draft sit and “ripen” for several months, and not write a word in the meantime. That’s fine if you’re writing as a hobby, but I realized that if I wanted to make a career out of this writing thing, I would need to step up my game. And I tend to respect deadlines, even they’re self-imposed.
1. My brain! Specifically, the part of my brain that picks ideas from here and there, combines them, riffs on them, and then sends the result, word by word, down my arms to my fingers. I call the resulting euphoria a “writer’s high,” and it’s what keeps me coming back to my computer to make more stuff up.
Lynne Cantwell has been writing fiction since the second grade, when the kid who sat in front of her showed her a book he had written, and she thought, "I could do that." The result was Susie and the Talking Doll, a picture book, illustrated by the author, about a girl who owned a doll that not only could talk, but could carry on conversations. The book had dialogue but no paragraph breaks. Today, after a twenty-year career in broadcast journalism and a master's degree in fiction writing from Johns Hopkins University (or perhaps despite the master's degree), Lynne is still writing fantasy. In addition, she is a contributing author at Indies Unlimited and writes a monthly post for The Indie Exchange.
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