So you know Tia Nevitt as a brilliant reviewer? Meet Tia as author!!! The Sevenfold Spell (just released from Carina Press) is a wonderful warm fantasy and winning some intriguing reviews. Try a 5 star Top Pick from Night Owl Romance.
CONTEST ALERT: Tia has a copy of The Sevenfold Spell up for grabs. Details at the end of the post.
But first, here’s Tia, wearing pjs and talking writing. Where does the journey begin?
Welcome to my Pajama Party Blog Tour. Why a pajama party? Because I can only blog after-hours, due to access limitations at work. (Well, I do have an internet-capable phone, but it’s a fossil.) Here is the complete tour schedule.
I thought I’d start this tour with the story of how I got started writing. Because really—writing fiction isn’t a normal thing to do. Assuming you’re not a writer, how many people do you know who write fiction? And if you are a writer, you probably had to seek like-minded people out at various societies and critique groups.
When I was in high school, my art teacher said that artists usually follow more than one art. As soon as she said that, I knew what my other art was: writing. At that time, I wrote poetry. I didn’t write prose until my twenties.
It all started in the fifth grade, when I became the teacher’s pet. I had never been a teacher’s pet before. Quite the opposite. My fourth grade teacher often mocked me in front of the class along with all the other children. Very unprofessional. Before that, in the third grade, I was accused of playing with my fingers. What was I doing? Trying to squish away the blurriness so I could see the chalk board from my position at the back of the classroom.
Anyway. The fifth grade. Thankfully, I had glasses by then, and I could see. My teacher had us read and memorize a lot of poetry. It was tiresome, but I seemed to have a knack for it. Then, she gave us an extra credit assignment: those who memorized Hiawatha’s Childhood would get a special gift.
Check it out. It’s pages long. Only two of us attempted it. Both of us managed to memorize it and recite it in front of the class, if not perfectly. I firmly believe that every child in that class could have done it. My gift was a copy of Baum’s The Wizard of Oz.
From then on, I was addicted to poetry. But I remained fascinated by art. I enrolled in art during every year in high school And there was something I knew about myself even while I went to those courses and got A’s and was patted on the back for my pictures.
I was a mediocre artist, at best.
I looked at the artists in class around me and some of them were very talented. I knew I wasn’t up to their level. And I knew I never would be. A self-fulfilling prophesy? I don’t think so. Had I truly had the spark, I would have kept going. After all, I did with writing.
Tomorrow, we’ll stop off at D. Lynn Frazier’s Writtenwyrdd and take a brief tour of my early fiction attempts. In the meantime, here is a taste of The Sevenfold Spell, here are the opening paragraphs:
The booted feet stopped before me as I sat on the ground, hugging my knees. A well-worn, black military boot kicked forward, thumping against my shins. It smarted, but it could have hurt far worse. I looked up at the harried constable. He frowned down at us—a troubled frown, but not an angry one. He was portly and balding, and was a common sight in our part of town. This wasn’t an evil man, but a good man who had been sent out to do an evil task.
“Get up,” he said, his voice so dispirited I almost felt sorry for him.
“Don’t move,” Mama said. It had been her idea that we wedge ourselves hip to hip in the narrow doorway of our shop.
He sighed. “Come now, I don’t like this a bit more than you do.”
“You’ll have to move us,” Mama said.
The constable looked over his shoulder. The fairy hovered there. She was tiny—no larger than my hand— with shimmery pale green leggings and tunic. Her beauty made it difficult to look away.
“Can you move them?” he asked her.
“I am not here to do your job, Constable,” the fairy said, “only to see that you do it honestly.”
Have you ever wondered what happens to the other people in the fairy tale?
Things look grim for Talia and her mother. By royal proclamation, the constables and those annoying “good” fairies have taken away their livelihood by confiscating their spinning wheel. Something to do with a curse on the princess, they said.
Not every young lady has a fairy godmother rushing to her rescue.
Without the promise of an income from spinning, Talia’s prospects for marriage disappear, and she and her mother face destitution. Past caring about breaking an arbitrary and cruel law, rebellious Talia determines to build a new spinning wheel, the only one in the nation—which plays right into the evil fairy’s diabolical plan. Talia discovers that finding a happy ending requires sacrifice. But is it a sacrifice she’s willing to make?
I’d love to hear from you! At the end of the day (just before I shut down for the night), I’ll pick a random commenter for a free ecopy of The Sevenfold Spell.