Archive for December, 2015

New “Ravenesque” Ideas

It’s been a while since I’ve talked about the “Ravenesque” project here. “Ravenesque” originally began as an on-going, low/no budget web-series concept. From there, it evolved into an on-going,bi-monthly comic book. However, that never went beyond a script for the first issue, and a few pieces of concept artwork from a couple of potential artists.

Now, Desirée Lee and I have taken the ideas for “Ravenesque” to a different platform. We’re planning to do with it what we’re doing with “Warder”. That is to say that “Raveneque” will be a series of urban fantasy novellas. And there are new ideas in the mix, now, too. These ideas will add to the richness of Ravenesque’s world, and take the character and settings in directions we had never even thought of before.

The catch?

I’m not sure when work will actually begin on the first “Ravenesque” novella. Hopefully soon. But, at the moment, we’re going through final edits on “Hidden Tribe“. “Warder: Changing Guard” is also in edits. We’re also keeping up with out hit webcomic “MoonWraith“. We have other projects in various stages of completion, too – both solo works, and co-authored books. And, most of all, we’re parents of a healthy, active 2-year-old girl. She’s a full-time job in, and of herself!

Still, with luck, work on the first novella in the “Ravenesque” series can start before too long. I’m very excited about it – especially with the new ideas and directions! – and eager to start the first draft of that.

Keep watching for updates, please!

Scott Harper

www.scottharper.net

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Vampire Graves?

I found this article a couple of days ago, and found it very interesting. As things of this nature that I’ve shared here in the past garner a lot of traffic still, it’s obvious that a lot of you – my fans – are as interested in such things as I am.

What do you all think of this article?

Scott Harper

www.scottharper.net

They’re Back

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Edits have come back for the new book Desirée Lee and I are co-authoring. That project is called “Hidden Tribe“. That’s the sasquatch novel, for those of you who haven’t heard. We’re working our way through those at the present.

I haven’t been saying a whole lot here on this site/blog about the particulars of “Hidden Tribe”. In this business, which is highly competitive, theft of ideas is always a problem. Desirée, and I have both had that happen to each of us in the past. So, we try to be very cautious about that now. But, as we’ve been talking about one certain aspect of “Hidden Tribe” in person for a few weeks now when asked about it, I’ll blab it here, too:

“Hidden Tribe” isn’t a typical sasquatch-themed book. The entire story is told exclusively from the point of view of the sasquatch. We have two point of view characters in the book – a male and a female sasquatch. They’re a mated pair. We switched the point of view back and forth between them as the story’s needs dictated.

There are some other surprises planned in connection with “Hidden Tribe” that we think will really excite our fans. But, we’re keeping publicly quiet about those – for now. Keep watching; I’ll spill more of the proverbial beans here when the time is right!

Scott Harper

www.scottharper.net

Virus

My apologies for the past few days of silence on this blog, and my website. Our entire household got hit with a nasty virus. Today is the first day I’ve been at my desk for days. The virus hit me harder than it hit Desirée Lee, or our daughter. I’m glad of that; better me than them! I’m still recovering. Our daughter is potty-training at the moment, too. Between those things, I don’t expect to be at my desk much this week, either. When I am, I’m mostly going to be playing catch-up. I have 400+ messages waiting on me. So, for those of you awaiting a reply, please be patient. I will get back to you. It might take me a few days, though.

Scott Harper

www.scottharper.net

Entrance

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A question I’m regularly asked is how I transitioned from writing literature to writing screen plays, too. Honestly, it wasn’t something I had planned to do. When it happened, I had actually only written one, brief, script. I have no idea why I wrote that 3-page-long script. I simply had an overwhelming urge to do it. So I wrote it.

Not long after, and this was back when I still lived in Florida, a producer/director from California found one of my short stories on-line. That piece was called “Black-eyed”. He liked it so much that I hired me to write a script for his production company. Shortly after that project, he hired me back to write a second, unrelated, script. And that’s how I came to write screenplays, too.

For those of you who have never read “Black-eyed”, I’ll include it below. Personally, I’ve never found this piece frightening. Yet I’ve had people tell me of how they read it in a brightly-lit place, surrounded by people, and were given cold chills be this story. We authors love getting comments like that!

Anyway, here’s “Black-eyed”, if you haven’t read it before. Or if you just want to read it again:

It’s a good thing I like my job, Susan Roe thought, starting toward the front door of her small home. Because the hours sure stink. I hate third shift!

Just as she was reaching for the doorknob, the telephone rang. Sighing, she glanced at the delicate watch on her slim wrist. As long as she kept the conversation short, she had time to answer and still make it to work on time. Hurrying to the mahogany table where the phone waited, ringing, she grabbed the handset.
“Hello?”
“Sue?”
She smiled, hearing her mother’s voice. “Who else would be answering the phone in my house at nearly nine at night?”
“I know you’re on your way to work,” her mother said, “but I wanted to call and invite you over for dinner tomorrow evening.”
“Sure,” Susan said. “I’ll be there. Thanks. Sorry to be short, but I’ve got to get to work.”
“Okay.”
“Tell Dad I love him.”
“I will.”
“Love you, too, Mom.”
“I love you, too, Sue.”
Soon as her mother hung up, Susan replaced the handset in the cradle and started toward the door. The bell rang, chiming softly through the house. Susan stopped and frowned. Who’s dropping by this time of night? Everyone I know knows what hours I work.
Moving back toward the door, she peered through the peephole and frowned upon seeing the boy standing outside. He couldn’t have been more than ten or eleven. She unlocked the door and opened it.
Rather than look up at her as she greeted him, the boy kept his gaze downcast as he returned her greeting. His voice was soft and held a traces of an accent Susan couldn’t place.
“Can I help you?” she asked.
“I hope so,” the boy said, nearly whispering. “May I come in?”
“I’m afraid not. I’m on my way out to work. I haven’t got much time. What can I do for you?”
The boy shifted his weight from foot to foot. He was dressed completely in black- tee shirt, jeans and sneakers – and his hair was such a dark, even black that Susan suspected it was dyed. “I haven’t eaten in two days. Please, may I come in?”
Susan felt her frown deepen. The boy didn’t look as though he’d been living on the street. Something about the child struck her as simply being…off. “No, I’m sorry. Like I said, I’m no my way out.”
“You live alone.” It wasn’t a question.
A small chill danced on her spine. Susan didn’t reply.
“A young woman shouldn’t live alone. Sometimes…things…happen to young women who live alone.”
Susan took half a step back, retreating a bit farther into her house, one hand still holding the door. “I’m sorry. You’ll have to go now.”
For the first time the boy lifted his face, his eyes meeting her own. She was struck by how pale his flesh was, but her attention was drawn instantly to his eyes. They were solid black, with not even a hint of iris or whites. Just pure darkness.
Feeling her own eyes widen, Susan said, “Those are…interesting…contact lenses you’re wearing.”
The child stared at her without replying. Susan felt another chill, this one colder and longer-lasting, make its way along her spine. A cold knot formed in her stomach.
“Please leave.”
Staring at her still, the boy shook his head slowly. “I’m hungry. Let me in.”
“No.”
“You must.”
Susan tried to shift her gaze from the child’s but couldn’t. “No.”
“Yes. Invite me in, Sue.”
“How do you know my name?”
He shrugged. “Let me in.”
“No!”
“Invite me in!” The words were snarled, barely discernible.
Susan drew back in shock, her gaze finally slipping from the boy’s eyes. She slammed the door in his face and locked it quickly, her hand shaking. Though she couldn’t see the child, she knew he was still waiting outside. She could feel him waiting.
Shivering, Susan moved away from the door, glancing around, ensuring that all the drapes were tightly drawn. She checked the backdoor, making doubly sure it was secure as well. A glance at the clock told her it was after nine. If she didn’t leave right now, she’d be late for work. But the thought of opening the door, this or any other night, sent a wave of cold sweeping through her.
Turning, Susan picked up the telephone and dialed the number from memory. When someone answered, she identified herself and informed them that she wouldn’t be at work that night.
“Are you feeling alright?” the man asked.
“No, Ralph. Not really. I think it’s these third shift hours, you know? I’ve been meaning to say something for a while. It’s messing with my sleep-cycle too much. I’m getting too run down.”
“No offense, but you don’t sound well.”
“I’m not. I’m sorry, Ralph, but I won’t be coming in for third anymore.”
“We don’t have any openings on another other shift, Sue.”
“Then I’m sorry, but I have to quit.”
She hung up the telephone and stared at the front door. The child was still out there. She could feel him. He was waiting for her. He would, she knew on some instinctive level, be waiting until sunrise.

Scott Harper

www.scottharper.net

Cosplay

Several times people have suggested to me that a good method promotion at book signings would be to have a cosplayer with me, dressed up as a character from one of my novels. Sometimes people have suggested Wendy Markland – from my currently unavailable Wendy Markland series – would be perfect for this. Others have suggested one of the faerie beings from “Winter’s Rite” and “Well Wishes“.

What do you all think? Would something like that be a good idea?

Scott Harper

www.scottharper.net

“MoonWraith” Bonus

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Desirée Lee and I plan to start getting the first collected volume of our hit werewolf horror webcomic “MoonWraith“ready to go to print soon. This first collection will contain Issue #1, Issue #2, and Issue #3 of the webcomic. We also plan to include some never-before-seen bonus material in the collection.

So…

What sort of bonus material would you all most like to see included in “MoonWraith: The Collected Volume I”?

Scott Harper

www.scottharper.net

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