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About samargent

Sam Argent is a Speculative Fiction and Romance writer who worships the magic picture box and chocolate. She can be found in the American deep south, hunched over a laptop and trying to figure out weird sex positions. If you find this writer in the wild, please remember she startles easily but can be lured into conversation with 90's cartoon theme songs.

Lady with a Plan

It took a long time to admit this, but basically, most of the editing I do during winter ain’t worth a damn.

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It’s frustrating to realize this after how much I went through to get work done when I was in so much pain, but it’s best if I just accept my limitations before repeating the same bullshit. So any editing I don’t get done before mid-November will probably stay unfinished until late Spring or Summer. That’s pretty much my writing schedule from now on. Binge writing/editing from Spring through Fall, and only slow writing sessions when Winter hits.

I haven’t run into another snag in Kevin’s edits yet and will finish them sooner than I thought, but my official word is that it’ll be ready in June.

Banshee might be ready to submit in September. Even though the writing is going quickly, I’m leaving some space for the possibility of edits dragging a little.

Witches For Hire 2(Witches For Hire: Covens) is really coming together too.

The Strongest Sword is on pause until my brain sorts out the worldbuilding and more of the middle section.

The weekend zapped my spoons, so this’ll be all for the day.

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Nothing to See Here

Move along. There’s a short blog post today due to making bad decisions like arriving 20 minutes before Infinity War starts because it totally won’t be as crowded during the second week. My eyeballs suffered from sitting in the fourth row. It wasn’t as intense as seeing Mad Max: Fury Road in 3D, but that’s still a colorful ass movie to watch when you’re almost right up against the screen.

Bad Author Update

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In the comments of my last post, Susana Perez brought it to my attention that the prologue was missing from Sebastian’s Audible version. Dreamspinner got in touch with Audible to fix it, and now the prologue is included for all copies. I’m sorry for finding out this late that not everyone was getting the full story. Part of the reason I focused on improving my health these last two years is because as a published author, I need to be lucid enough to stay on top of these things.

If you guys spot any other problems like this, this site is the best place to contact me. Twitter messages can get lost in a sea of notifications, especially with all their algorithm changes, but my WordPress email notifications stick out pretty well.

This Saturday or Sunday(depends on when I see Infinity War), I’ll write a progress report for Kevin and Banshee. The latter is picking up nicely, so that’s not gonna take up as much time as I thought.

 

The crying Allen pic is by AuCrowne:

Sorry for the Sadness

Kevin is a really hard book to write. The romance, the action, the darker themes, and its title. Funny thing about Kevin was that I accidentally used one of my uncle’s names for it. It didn’t even occur to me at the time while I was writing Sebastian why one of the independent brothers who likes tinkering with things had to be named that. The light bulb didn’t come on until I was explaining more about the characters to my mom when Sebastian was published and she started laughing. She was like, “You named the blacksmith Kevin?” I remember smacking myself on the head because, yes, my very independent uncle who worked on cars would obviously be on my mind while creating that character. Luckily, they only share a name and have very different personalities/physical attributes, or this would have been hella awkward.

When my grandpa died in December, my Uncle Kevin made it easier to get through the funeral by just being his lively self. And we really needed that because losing our Paw Paw was rough. He was a giant personality you couldn’t forget ten years later after meeting him only once. Unfortunately, there wasn’t a proper grieving period to get used to that loss because in February my uncle Kevin died of a heart attack.

So yeah…it was a while before I could even look at the Book Kevin’s file without crying. Honestly, if my uncle and the character had been more similar, it would have been years before I could seriously work on it again. Being too emotionally and physically drained is why this blog hasn’t been updated since September. Now, I am finally all right and enjoying writing like I used to.

Quick and Dirty Update

Thanks to Fall being around the corner, my energy is at top level, so I get to amp up my work load again. The main goal is to write like hell until late Spring when the temps start rising again, so I’m less frustrated during forced downtime. After I finish Kevin’s synopsis, I’ll be switching back and forth between YA wips and novellas. Juggling two pseudonyms is definitely gonna be an experience. Errands have wiped me out, so this’ll have to do it for now.

Crying Wolf

If you follow me on twitter, you’ve probably seen my health updates for when I’m coming out of Fibro pain flares or energy dives from Anemia. Lately, I’ve been more mistaken than right about oncoming good days. It’s annoying and feels like I’m ‘crying wolf’ about when to expect more output from me, but I’ve realized the reason is that I don’t know my body anymore. Some older limitations from before I had gained weight are returning, but I have longer endurance in activities I was ready to give up on a year ago. The upticks in my strength and energy are so random that I mess up planning my work schedule or attending events because the old signals for a streak of generous-spoons days turns out to be wrong, and it’s just a half-day energy boost.

There is good news. Since flares are triggered by wherever fat is disappearing causing nerve pain and new aches over bones which suddenly have less padding to protect them, they’ve decreased in intensity around my hands, hips, and ankles because there’s not that much excess fat left in those areas. Those flares were the worst and made concentrating on writing and editing nearly impossible. I swear my body has more drama than a Shonda Rhimes show.

Edits for Kevin are coming along, and I’m still aiming for a finish date this month. There are some scenes where I wonder if my 2016 election anxiety is coming through too much, so I’m gonna reread those bits today. Alrighty, I’m getting back to work and hoping to update more frequently.

A Pain That I’m Used To

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Oh God, there’s finally a light at the end of Revisions Tunnel. It probably wouldn’t have been so hellish if my back hadn’t gone out on me and then gotten exasperated by sitting shotgun on an eleven hour road trip to Indiana. These last two months have been awful painwise, but binging sports anime on Crunchyroll and eating quite a lot of cupcakes and ice cream for meals pulled me through it. It was nostalgic revising Kevin while convalescing because Sebastian was also a story completed during months trapped in bed. The familiar anger at my body for it being the reason why I couldn’t get more done, feeling comforted by the glare of my laptop screen as I managed a few lines of words or fixes. I could have lived without reliving those memories, but maybe that’s why I could bounce back quickly. This happens so many times that it’s almost normal to me now.

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My neck does actually feel like that sometimes.

Unfortunately, pain doesn’t bring clarity. The set-up of Kevin’s ending has bugged the shit out of me because of too many similarities with Sebastian’s ending, and unless I figured out how the damn thing was supposed to play out, fixing other parts affected by that scene would be meaningless. Then this weekend came, I was in a lot less pain, and the new set-up just about walked in front of me in a trench coat and flashed me. So you’re gonna see less of me on Twitter for a while, and the soft deadline for Kevin’s edits to be finished is mid-June. Hard deadline is July. You’ll probably see another progress report in about two weeks, so I’ll have more of a handle on where I’m at in editing and can figure out a new schedule for working on my YA novels. *Sigh* My kingdom for a cyborg body that has a built-in frappuccino machine that provides drinks while I write.

Hello Again, Release Day!

This post is later than planned because I had to chase down the garbage truck dude and then take my dog out because he was deeply offended at being left behind.

So today, Witches For Hire, the first in the Odd Jobs series, is stepping out into the world.

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This is a weird release for me because it represents the sliver of my brain dealing with the bitterness and loss of the so-called ‘right path.’ I haven’t always had the healthiest coping mechanisms for this, and my characters(Especially Jeremy) are worse. Digging yourself out of that hole to find a light of some hope can be hard as hell, but Witches For Hire is the start of that. Each following book will be another step toward more trust shared among the main characters and acceptance of pasts that they can’t change leading to unbreakable bonds. So take your pick out of the links here:

DSP Publications

Amazon

Barnes and Noble

Kobo

Itunes

And enjoy!

YA Nibbles Part 3

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Yes, my friends and I were this corny, and it was nice.

Banshee is a combination of wish fulfillment of what I wanted while binging on several Urban Fantasy series over the years and a thank you to the bounty of strong female friends who surrounded me as a teen. In my mind back then, a group of girls similarly raised by parents who couldn’t be bothered by gender restrictions was normal. As I got older and my social circle expanded, I met a lot of women whose nerdy or sports’ endeavors got squashed at young ages by family and friends because ‘that’s not what girls were supposed to do’. I hate that those stories still happen, and maybe sharing tales of the confidence building relationships that made me immune to a lot of bullshit women get as adults is a little something that I can do, just y’know, with ghosts, monster hunting, and two girls falling in love for the first time.

YA Nibbles Part 2

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Lies! You are a standalone.

A funny thing about most of my adult themed stories, they usually bombard me with sequels as soon as I figure out half of the plot. The YA portion of my brain is the opposite. I come up with numerous one-offs and am fine to go about my day after hitting the end. This isn’t written in stone, but I don’t want to get anyone’s expectations up. The books themselves will cross into several genres like fantasy, thriller, horror, scifi, and contemporary. No similar promises of happy endings all the time like books under Sam Argent, but you can probably expect them in stories where there is an obvious romantic subplot.

Which leads me to The Strongest Sword. It’s pretty much a Mortal Kombat tournament for the throne in another world, but funny and not super depressing. Due to strange circumstances of birth, my leading man, Ryan, is kidnapped from the Earth Realm to cast his vote for a fighter. His half human weak self is absolutely not supposed to participate. Since I’m evil, that’s totally going to happen, and I’m currently working on the training section in the first third of the book. Watching sports shows like Haikyuu have been a big help as far as learning to build a good team dynamic and creating anticipation for matches.

My Christmas serial killer book, Santa Kills, got pushed back because Banshee forced its way to the front, and Winter feels very meh for me this year. I think when Spring rolls through, the spark will be back.

Alrighty then, I’ll see you guys soon with Part 3 focusing on the f/f YA urban fantasy that stole my heart.