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From a Fellow Rebel Author– ————— How To: Beta Readers — Val Neil
Compiled from experience, this is a great article on everything to do with beta readers. Follow the link to Val’s page and the entire piece. Enjoy!~
What are they? People who read your polished manuscript (do not send them your shitty first draft) and give you feedback. Ideally they should be readers, NOT other writers, though that can be harder to come by. How many do you need? Depends on where you are in your writer journey. If you’re a newbie, […]
How To: Beta Readers — Val Neil
The Great Collection of the Elemental Families of Huphaea, anid 1830 #3
Hi Folks, welcome back! I hope you are all staying safe and making the best of the twists and turns the world is throwing at us. I’m glad you came by here briefly to hear the story about my time in Huphaea. I’m happy to help bring a little smile to your day 😊, I hope.
When we last left Elahna, she had just met a group of travelers in a forest, on the way to a town called Cragbend…

“Cragbend?”
“Sure, the town’s up ahead, that’s where we’re headed. You’re in the Venrood Forest, where did you think you were?”
“I have no idea. I’m not from here.” (Oh shit, probably shouldn’t have said that). “I mean, I just don’t know where I am.”
He was peering at me more closely now, no doubt noticing my strange clothing. “As you said. Well, hey— Raga! Hold a moment! We’ll take this one into town with us. She’s had a long go of it, by the looks.” One of the wagons slowed at his call and the driver turned in his seat. “I’m Fife, donjar of the Bluebird troupe you see here. We can at least get you to town, so you can start finding your folk.” He smiled and waved toward the stopped wagon. “Just hop up there aside Raga, he won’t bite, though Poet might! Ha ha!”
Fife’s easy jocularity put me at ease, and Raga was no different. I climbed up onto the driving seat, stuffing my bundle of long underwear and coat underneath.
Raga raised his left hand, palm out, and said “Elements be, well met. I’m Raga, as you know. Poet is in back there with her and my son Tango. Did someone leave you out here?” I noted the humor in Raga’s tone, perhaps this was a common occurrence.

“Ah, no. I just…”
Fife reined in alongside the wagon as we started to move again, clearly interested in what I had to say. Being eye level now, I got a better look at him. His pleasant broad face reflected curiosity, but his marbled blue and green eyes were intent and observant. Long, dark hair was bound at his neck and a leather thong held a large, cerulean blue, teardrop-shaped pendant just below his throat.
“It’s gonna sound really stupid, but I arrived here somehow. I don’t know how. Please, what state are we in, or what country?”
“Hmmm, well now, I’m not sure what a ‘state’ is, but the country is Eflary. These are House Gaiist lands, and we are headed to Cragbend, the Seat of the Arborea scion. What’s your name, Fla?”
I didn’t know what ‘Fla’ was, but Fife made it sound nice, and not threatening.
“Elahna. Elahna Starr.” I made a last second decision to shorten my first name. If I was in a new place, why not have a new name? I had always wanted a nickname, and Elahna was easier to say. They all seemed to have short names, so it made sense in that moment. I didn’t regret the choice.
“Oh, Starr! Are you from Astros, Solarelle or Lunad lands, then?” Fife leaned forward a bit to look at the side of my head, at my ear, maybe? ”Or maybe Zenidd or Fairmoon is a better guess?”
That was when I noticed his ears formed a graceful point at the top. Woah! No way, an elf?
I know my eyes widened, though I tried to keep them steady.
He recoiled a bit, thinking I was offended, and held up his palm, “I’m sorry, Helican, then? Though Starr would certainly have one think Fairmoon, but you see all kinds.” He chuckled trying to recover. “Do you know what lands you hail from, at least?”
I took a quick look at Raga, and there too! Poking out from his wavy russet hair, his ears were pointed, though not as sharply as Fife’s. His eyes were an ochre brown and his face was finer in structure, but still smiling. He quirked the side of his mouth a bit more at me, and I turned away, embarrassed. This was getting crazy, now I was in the company of elves?
“It’s fine, Fla, you don’t need to tell us if you don’t want to. Do you have the coin to get yourself back home, though? The Zenidd lands are several days ride from here, at least.” Fife’s voice held some concern, while my angst continued to grow.
“No, I, –I only have my clothes and this bundle of heavier clothes. I, –what am I gonna do when we get to town? I fell through some kind of portal and ended up in a stone chamber back there in the woods. I tried to go back through, but nothing happened. So I have no way to pay for anything… and nowhere to go.” The words tumbled out in a flood and I noticed the din of conversation around us had died, most likely in response to the rising pitch of my voice. Reality settled around me like a cloak.
But still, was this real?
A firm, but gentle hand rested on my forearm. I turned and was met by a stunning, heart-shaped face framed by white-blonde hair. The intermittent lavender braids made her blue and green eyes stand out all the more. They were the same eyes as Fife’s.
“Don’t worry, Fla. You can stay among us for the night, and tomorrow we can figure out what to do. We have most of the day before we are due at Rosewood to perform in the evening.” She smiled, but I was entranced by her melodic voice. Poet. That was the only word for her.
“I’m Poet. Fife won’t leave you berift, will you, Donjar? You can see our show tonight at the Cleft Barrel. The food is excellent and it’s always a right show.” She squeezed my arm a bit, and the small, ruddy-cheeked boy in her lap clapped his hands and laughed. He had hair more coppery than Raga but with the same rounder face, finely pointed ears that almost curled back into themselves at the tips, and dark blue eyes marbled with amber instead. He grinned at me, never taking his eyes from my face. This child was NOT shy.
“Of course you will stay with us.” Fife’s deep voice broke my wordless exchange with Tango. “We have plenty of room, no one will know you aren’t part of the troupe. Well, except for those clothes… Let me see if some of the other girls have extras you can borrow ’til tomorrow. There’s more to you than Poet. Maybe we can find an Orderly as well, sort you out straight.” He touched his horse’s neck and they moved on ahead toward the other members of the troupe.
I sat a bit more upright. An Orderly? That didn’t sound so good to me, though he spoke as if it was nothing. “What’s an Orderly?”
But I didn’t get an answer.
God, yes! My mind WAS freaking out. But all of the troupe members were so unconcerned and jovial, I couldn’t help but relax also. It’s hard to be uptight when everyone around you is laughing and talking.
This is a great place to break for today, next time we will make it into Cragbend, and see if Elahna meets an Orderly… Thank you for stopping by, I will see you soon!
Don’t forget to leave a comment about the story so far, how would you feel being in a strange land?
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Re-blogging ‘Cause Writers Love Scrivener ❤🖋📝 ———————————-Scrivener Quick Tips: A Roundup of Handy Features — Writer Unboxed
Hope everyone is staying safe and making the best of the challenging situation we are facing. You can find the full article on Writer Unboxed by following the link below, ’cause who can’t use a Scrivener refresher? I’m taking a mini-course this afternoon myself!
Do you use Scrivener when you write? Do you like it, love it, feel vulnerable when you use it? Let me know in the comments below. I’m in the 🧡🧡🧡🧡 category myself 🥰.
Stop by later for the next installment in Eleanorah Starr’s Collection of Huphaea post series, you won’t want to miss it!

Whether your home office has been invaded and you have little time to write, or you suddenly find yourself with nothing but writing time, I’ve pulled together a motley collection of handy features that every Scrivener user should know about. NOTE: When the process differs between versions, I’m using S1, S2, and S3, to denote…
Scrivener Quick Tips: A Roundup of Handy Features — Writer Unboxed
Recommended: 12 Steps To Sensational Prose: The Anatomy of Prose by Sacha Black
“My aim is to equip you with a giant bag of prose tricks.”
“…take my must-dos and must-not-dos with several pinches of salt and a dash of gin.”
Sacha Black, The Anatomy of Prose, pg 2.

** I was given an ARC of this book by the author and I HAPPILY leave this review.**
Writing is a creative activity that can be both uplifting and weighty. So many writers feel the need to ‘have everything perfect’ the first time it is on paper and that pressure is substantial. Craft books exist by the hundreds, but the really valuable ones impart so many tips and reminders that they become references- all dog-eared, flagged, and stained.
The Anatomy of Prose: 12 Steps to Sensational Sentences is EXACTLY this sort of book.
It is FULL of writing tools, from cover to cover, presented in the humor-laden style unique to Sacha Black. The witty, often sarcastic jibes only serve to sear the points into the writer’s mind, and if that isn’t enough, the entire last chapter is a condensed review of the book, perfectly suited to reference on the fly! Brilliant!
I always learn multitudes of new things from Sacha’s books. Her previous two, 13 Steps to Evil: How to Craft Superbad Villains and 10 Steps To Hero: How To Craft A Kickass Protagonist, break down the creation of the two pivotal characters in a novel into tangible steps that work insanely well. The Anatomy of Prose: 12 Steps to Sensational Sentences is no different. Authors will find it well worth having at their elbow as they create. It’s bound to become indispensible!
One of the aspects I appreciate most about the book is that Sacha Black drives home the point about language being an array of tools that are at a writer’s disposal. Metaphors, similes, points of view, and tense may have been annoyances in English class, but now they are devices authors can wield with confidence in the name of writing their best book.
If you don’t believe me, buy the book and try it out yourself. I know your mind will change!
This book is not for the proper-at-heart, however, the author’s fondness for ‘bad words’ and colorful phrases are well documented on her podcast, The Rebel Author Podcast, which is also full of writing tips, tricks, and lively interviews. I find her style engaging, fun, often hilarious, but always real and thought-provoking. She continues to inspire writers and authors on- and off-the-page all over the globe. Rebel Authors everywhere will attest–read the books, take the steps (all of them!) and you will succeed! The Anatomy of Prose: 12 Steps to Sensational Sentences is highly recommended!
Recommended: 12 Steps To Sensational Prose: The Anatomy of Prose by Sacha Black
“My aim is to equip you with a giant bag of prose tricks.”
“…take my must-dos and must-not-dos with several pinches of salt and a dash of gin.”
Sacha Black, The Anatomy of Prose, pg 2.

** I was given an ARC of this book by the author and I HAPPILY leave this review.**
Writing is a creative activity that can be both uplifting and weighty. So many writers feel the need to ‘have everything perfect’ the first time it is on paper and that pressure is substantial. Craft books exist by the hundreds, but the really valuable ones impart so many tips and reminders that they become references- all dog-eared, flagged, and stained.
The Anatomy of Prose: 12 Steps to Sensational Sentences is EXACTLY this sort of book.
It is FULL of writing tools, from cover to cover, presented in the humor-laden style unique to Sacha Black. The witty, often sarcastic jibes only serve to sear the points into the writer’s mind, and if that isn’t enough, the entire last chapter is a condensed review of the book, perfectly suited to reference on the fly! Brilliant!
I always learn multitudes of new things from Sacha’s books. Her previous two, 13 Steps to Evil: How to Craft Superbad Villains and 10 Steps To Hero: How To Craft A Kickass Protagonist, break down the creation of the two pivotal characters in a novel into tangible steps that work insanely well. The Anatomy of Prose: 12 Steps to Sensational Sentences is no different. Authors will find it well worth having at their elbow as they create. It’s bound to become indispensible!
One of the aspects I appreciate most about the book is that Sacha Black drives home the point about language being an array of tools that are at a writer’s disposal. Metaphors, similes, points of view, and tense may have been annoyances in English class, but now they are devices authors can wield with confidence in the name of writing their best book.
If you don’t believe me, buy the book and try it out yourself. I know your mind will change!
This book is not for the proper-at-heart, however, the author’s fondness for ‘bad words’ and colorful phrases are well documented on her podcast, The Rebel Author Podcast, which is also full of writing tips, tricks, and lively interviews. I find her style engaging, fun, often hilarious, but always real and thought-provoking. She continues to inspire writers and authors on- and off-the-page all over the globe. Rebel Authors everywhere will attest–read the books, take the steps (all of them!) and you will succeed! The Anatomy of Prose: 12 Steps to Sensational Sentences is highly recommended!
Book Review: Audio for Authors by Joanna Penn
If you are considering adding audio to your author business, Audio for Authors is a must-read. Then decide!

I have been interested in narrating audiobooks for quite some time now, in fact, I already have the equipment, a homemade audio booth that sits on my desk, and I’ve created an ACX account. Why haven’t I taken the plunge? The main reason: Time.
I read aloud A LOT. It is one of my favorite things to do when I am pleasure-reading. My dogs appreciate it, and for me it is about how the words come to life when spoken aloud. Narration is certainly something I want to add to my freelance word services business, but in addition to the time factor, I allowed myself to be stymied by the editing process. Recently, I took two more online courses through LinkedIn on using the software, and I gained a much better understanding of it. It doesn’t appear to be as difficult as my brain would have me think.
Joanna Penn’s The Creative Penn Podcast has been a staple of my subscriber library since I started listening regularly to podcasts over the past year. She is at the forefront of the indie publishing industry and a super successful entrepreneur. I find her episodes insightful, honest, and certainly thought-provoking. More often than not I remove my earbuds only to think, “Now how can I apply that to what I am doing?”
I ordered Audio for Authors shortly after it was released. It had been recommended to me by another podcaster as well, Sacha Black over at The Rebel Author Podcast and Next Level Authors, so it was a no-brainer to add it to my cart. Then the Coronavirus hit, and I got nervous that it wouldn’t show up forever, but to my delight it arrived quickly and on time!
The first thing I noticed about the book was the three-part organization: Audiobooks, Podcasting, Voice Technology. Can it get any more succinct than that? Each section discusses the topic thoroughly and in a manner that you can easily return to for reference- it’s all spelled out in the titles of the sections. The tips and steps are infused with the author’s own experiences over her 10+ years in podcasting, which made it all reachable for me. She shares her own techniques and reasons for the software, platforms, technology, and hardware she uses, passing along lessons and time-savers freely. I have to say my own confidence increased markedly, as did my enthusiasm!
I finished the book over a week or two, absorbing it in small increments. The Audiobook section amped up my desire to narrate again and I recorded a short cut of one of The Collection of Huphaea posts on this blog (see CoH post #0). The Voice Technology chapters were informative and illustrate how forward-thinking Joanna Penn is in her business planning. The AI voice advances are something all authors should be keeping an eye on for use in several different ways to create income streams.
But it was the Podcasting section that really hit home and made me think.
“… if you are only marketing your book through written media, you will not reach a reader like me. And I am certainly not alone.”
Joanna Penn, Audio for Authors, pg 103.
This line alone sparked an idea, and now I am beginning to put the pieces together to start my own podcast for The Collections of Huphaea. Eeeeek! In general, I have trouble listening to the sound of my own voice, but she also points out that other people won’t hear my voice the same, so what I think doesn’t matter. Bingo! That was what I needed to hear. Yeah, podcasting. I’m diggin’ it.
The prose is light and conversational, it’s very easy to sit down and consume in large chunks. There are websites and links given (super helpful in the ebook) and plenty of resources listed in the back of the book for readers to follow up with. Joanna Penn is thorough in providing information, making Audio for Authors a reference for a burgeoning industry.
I highly recommend Audio for Authors for anyone thinking about adding audio to their marketing activities. Happy reading, and if you finish the book with a microphone in your hand, I won’t be surprised!~
The Great Collection of the Elemental Families of Huphaea, anid 1830. #2
Moss and Color
When we left off, Eleanorah had just stepped into the ancient monolith on that early spring day in Vermont. Check out episode #1 if you want to refresh your memory…
But then there was a tiny, framed window opposite me with the sun streaming in.
Wait, what? I turned a quick circle and saw lush, green moss covering the rocks in the doorway. There hadn’t been any moss by the door, it was too early for moss to be green in Vermont. And why is the doorway round now…
I stood frozen to the spot, only my eyes moved around the space I was in. This wasn’t the same chamber I had stepped into.
I dropped into a protective crouch, looking about wildly. Thankfully, I was alone in the tiny room. Then I started becoming aware of the environment. It smelled green and moist, like moss and deep leaf litter. The air was quite warm, far warmer than March in Vermont, and the colors I could see outside the door were more vibrant than I was used to, even in high summer. I heard a rushing noise also, perhaps water of some sort. My curiosity began to grow, but if I moved, would I be able to get back here?
I stood up and stepped one foot in a circle around the spot I had landed on, trying to trigger a return trip, but nothing worked.
Omg, where was I?

With that thought, curiosity won and I left the chamber. Greens in shades out of a painter’s color book assaulted my eyes and they started to burn with the intensity. I wished I had brought my sunglasses, yes, it was that vivid.
A fallen tree that had succumbed to the moss carpet pointed in the direction of the water noise, so I headed that way. The stream I found rambled through a rocky bed. I couldn’t resist touching the water, it was so crystal clear. Each time I dipped my hands in, for suddenly I was quite thirsty, I got pricked, as if by a thorn or a needle, though I couldn’t see anything there to touch. It was very strange. But the water was cool and sweet, so I had my fill and crossed the stream on a few rocks and headed down a hill.

I wondered what direction I was heading in and reached for my phone for the compass app.
But there was no phone. No Fitbit on my wrist either.
It was starting to feel like some of the fantasy stories I love to read. Portals to another land, technology can’t make the trip.
What was going to be next? Elves? Forest spirits? Dragons? (Actually, I did learn later it was water sprites who had pricked me in the stream, I must have offended them somehow, but how was I to know? I couldn’t see them.)
I kept walking through the forest since it was the only thing I could do. Most of the tree species looked familiar, but at one point I entered a clearing with a huge, silvery-white barked tree in the center. It was magnificent, taller and with a canopy broader than any of the grand beech trees I knew. The trunk width rivaled a redwood (and yes, I have seen the giant redwoods). The canopy traced a perfect circle and the rest of the forest began just at its edge, almost forming an enclosed, round room.
I could only imagine it was some kind of sacred tree and place, so I didn’t linger long. Scenarios of being killed for treading on sacred ground started playing in my mind and I decided it was best to go.
Eventually I came to a road, a wide dirt road, that is. I decided to go left. The road was well-used with evidence of horses everywhere. The colors of the land still astounded me-rich, multi-layered browns, stark grays, and those vibrant greens. Everything thrummed with energy and vitality, even the air. And I was still under cover of the forest, I hadn’t seen the actual sun yet, though I could feel it.
I was waaaaay overdressed.

I don’t know how long I walked for, but by the time the end of the forest came into view, it appeared evening was falling. I thought it best to make some sort of camp not far from the road, and was scouting for something shelter-like when I heard hoofbeats and wooden wagon wheels approaching from behind me. A group of riders trotted past, followed by several large wagons with brightly colored canvas tops.
I had stopped and moved off the road a bit, but I kind of wanted to be seen to try to determine where I was. Would I even be able to communicate with people here?
“Woaaah there, Strider. Hallo.” A man in a deep blue shirt slowed his horse and drifted toward me. “Are you here alone?”
Oh thank God, he spoke English! “Um, yes. Where is here, exactly?”
“You don’t know where you are? Oh, that must have been a consarned good night then!” He slapped his thigh as he laughed at me. “Well how did you get here? It’s a good distance to Cragbend, should have sobered you up just walkin’, never mind whatever else you did!”
“Cragbend?”
Who are these strangers, and what awaits in Cragbend? Stay tuned for the next post to find out! Let me know what you think happens next in the comments below. Elements be ! ✋~
If you would like to follow the tale of Eleanorah’s adventure as soon as it comes out, and get some bonus content about Ereth and Huphaea, subscribe to Collata, The Collection of Huphaea Newsletter here:
5 Ways Dramatic Techniques Can Transform Your Fiction Writing — Alliance of Independent Authors: Self-Publishing Advice Center

I recently listened to an episode on The Rebel Author podcast with Scottish playwright and author Jules Horne, the author of this particular blog post. I find her ideas and insights into including dramatic techniques in your writing extremely helpful and thought you might too. Follow this link to read her whole article.
Audio is also a topic that captures my attention of late, and Jules has another great interview on the ALLi site discussing how to write with audio in mind. I am trying to put these elements into practice with Eleanorah Starr’s storytelling, as I find that I hear this particular story when I am writing it. She makes many great points of how writing in this manner can strengthen your prose. You can find that link here, along with a similar interview on The Rebel Author podcast:
The Rebel Author podcast https://www.podbean.com/ew/pb-sshfy-d792aa
Enjoy! And keep writing!~
Let me know if you liked these interviews with Jules Horne, and if you found any tips in her words you plan to use yourself in the comments below. Write on!~
The Great Collection of the Elemental Families of Huphaea, anid 1830. #1
told by Eleanorah Starr
Trespassing

Photo by form PxHere
I stumbled into the world of Ereth by accident. Completely by accident.
I left my mountain bike around the backside of a copse of spruce trees where it would be hidden, since my search involved trespassing. And though I didn’t expect to be there long, I preferred to avoid disgruntled property owners. The hillside sloped upward ahead of me, dotted with other evergreens I could use to hide from the few cars that might drive by while I was visible. The noisy, early-spring gravel road would warn me anyway.
Oh, I’m sorry, I thought I had mentioned that before. I was in Vermont, mid-Vermont I guess you would say, searching for a megalith site I read about online. I had visited some megaliths during my time in Ireland many years ago, and they were fascinating; so full of history and energy.
That winter had been a long, cold, icy affair and I needed an adventure. So I headed north to investigate what I had read.

I headed up the hillside hoping I had chosen the right location.

After about ten minutes of hiking and marking my trail for the return, I came upon a tall, jagged, triangular-shaped stone encircled by large maple trees. Gnarled, weathered roots crawled and stretched toward the stone creating a ray-like sculpture on the ground. As I stepped between the trunks, a humming vibration danced along my skin, raising the hair on my neck.
(Photo by form PxHere)
It was as if the trees were protecting the menhir.
Crossing the lumpy ground to the stone, I reached out to touch the gouged surface. It felt warm. Wait—how? There was no sun, it was a cloudy day.
Something rustled behind me. Startled, I lurched on the roots underfoot, trying not to twist an ankle. I leaned onto the nearest trunk for stability and cover. Later I recalled the tree was warm too, but I was too spooked to acknowledge it then. I peered around in the direction of the noise and there was the stone chamber.
It looked ancient. The dry-laid rock walls framed a typical megalith doorway of three much larger, flat rectangular stones. I stopped several paces from the structure, thoughts racing through my head—
How old is this?
Who built it?
This is amazing, I can’t believe I found it!
Do I dare go inside?
Trees grew all over the top of the chamber, nestling it further into the hillside and the forest. I decided to go in. I only had this one opportunity, most likely. About three paces from the door, the humming started again, this time more in my head. My skin tingled and I recalled that feeling I had at the sites in Ireland. I passed under the lintel into an earthy, warm interior.
Well of course it would be, I was out of the chilly wind.
What was in that ancient chamber? Let me know what you think is there in the comments below. Then look for my next post this weekend!
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