I'm querying

Again, I've been neglecting my posting. I have been posting to friends blogs and sites though. I see I have two followers now. Glad to see that. My subject talks of querying.
I've had the first three chapters of my SF novel, The Higher Mission with Whimsical Publications for three months and two weeks tomorrow and no word. They state a response from one to three months. I'm going to email them today and see what the status is. Also, I've began querying agents about my fifth novel, A Change of Heart, the sweet romance between Leroy and Jody, my Lab Partners characters. I have completed a short romance story entitled Big Is Beautiful and submitted a query to Wild Rose Press but the address they gave bounced. I've emailed Leanne the head editor of the Sweetheart Rose Line where my story belongs but have heard no word on that. I probably should have emailed Lisa at Wild Rose and may do that before the day is out. One more item and I'll end. I submitted a revised short story to The Pedestal Magazine, an online mag that pays very well. The story is entitled Beyond The Fence and is not romance. It is a tale of strangeness. Anybody interested in the contents of any of my submissions I've mentioned here be sure and let me know via comments. Thank you in advance for checking into my blog. I hope someday to have a website. A friend was constructing one for me but I've not heard from her in a long time. Time for another email. Larry

My interview at Miss Mae's site

I know I've been tardy at posting. Shame on me. However, Miss Mae has an interview with me at http://www.missmaesite.com/ so it isn't too late to come on over. Several dear friends have already been there and commented. I've also replied to them.

Previously, I said I submitted two novels to two different places. I decided to pull my recent novel since the site I submitted to dealt only in ebooks. I still want a print version of my novels. The recent novel I wrote and decided to pull is entitled A Change of Heart. I left the submission of my SF novel The Higher Mission at Whimsical and should hear within the next month.

A Change of Heart features Leroy and Jody from my fifties short story Lab Partners only I've cast them into the present. No, it isn't time travel. I prefer to say it is Leroy and Jody's real story. Please keep your thoughts with me on those two novel submissions.

So far on Lab Partners I've had 15 downloads, the most popular of my short romance stories and the first one I had accepted. I'll give you the cover once again. Larry

Two novels submitted

Hello everyone and my one follower. I've submitted my SF novel, The Higher Mission to Whimsical Publications. That story features Joe Cramer, a widower in his fifties, and Mona Watson, a woman in her twenties who is a space explorer herself. They join forces in missions in our solar system. Cramer's top priority is to provide medical care and eventual cure for his ill daughter, Cindy. This is a mixture of adventure and romance. The Higher Mission could be interpreted either as Cramer finally getting the money to pay for the expensive cure his ill daughter, or Cramer being shanghaied for a trip to Sirius, a star 8.6 light years distant. There is no faster than light speed in this novel.

My other novel has been submitted to Romance at Hearts Publishing, a new online and print book publisher. A Change of Heart is about Leroy and Jody, my characters from my most popular short story Lab Partners only casting them in modern times. It is strictly romance, the sweet variety. Leroy and Jody meet in college and the story goes six years to a nice conclusion.

Please keep me in your thoughts as I wait for news.

I must thank my Sweetest Romance Authors for giving me a plug on my mini sequel of The Higher Mission. Janet at Whimsical was at that chat.

Scavenger Hunt and SF story submission

It's been a while since I've posted. I had so many encouraging comments about my short SF story which I posted be segments each week. I have just submitted my science fiction novel which features those characters Cramer and Mona to Whimsical Publishing and we'll see what Janet thinks of it. Keep your fingers crossed for me. My novel I just completed and revised is now ready for submitting. I believe I'll go to Desert Breeze Publishing with it. I'll have to check their formatting guidelines and do some work on that.
SCAVENGER HUNT INFO: Click on this red letter M to go back to the sweetest romance chat room for finishing up the scavenger hunt.

Final Segment of Unscheduled Stroll on Triton

Here is the final offering of my short SF story. This is a shorten version with a segment left out. That segment was a special conversation between Cramer and Mona. It contained some endearing remarks between the two characters and some astronomical observations by Cramer. Did you know there are asteroids locked in Jupiter's orbit, an area known as the Lagrangian Point? That is a stable area forming an equalateral triangle between Jupiter, the sun and the Lagrangian Point. Now you didn't need to know that did you? Time for the final segment.

Cramer groped in the dark, seeking for warmth, fleeing from thirty-eight Kelvins at the end of the hall behind him. A soft hand on a long elastic arm pulled him forward toward a comforting orange light ahead. Yielding, he tried to help that wonderful hand.
“Joe, come out of it.” The familiar voice came from a blurry vision that coalesced like cloudy water losing its fine air bubbles. A lovely face with shiny, long blond hair clarified: Mona. How wonderful she looked in her flight coveralls. Cramer grasped her hand with both of his. Tears flooded his eyes, not from a brush with death, but angry, unforgiving tears at his irresponsible actions.
“How could I be so stupid? A rank amateur wouldn’t even unclip their safety line.” Cramer gritted his teeth at the thought. Mona carefully pulled him to a sitting position.
“Don’t go beating yourself up,” Mona said, her wonderful consoling aura soothing him.
“Look at the years of experience I’ve had on mining ventures in space. You’d think. . .”
“Hush!” Mona placed her forefinger on his lips. When he started to finish his self-condemnation, she placed her palm over his mouth.
“Think about it, Joe. You saved your own life by disconnecting from that line.” Cramer squinted at that statement.
“Whatever do you mean?”
“If you had been attached to that line when the geyser hit you, I know your neck would have snapped or your helmet seal would have broken when the slack was gone.” Mona squeezed Cramer’s arm, a serious look spreading across her face.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Cramer said, wanting to believe her.
“The force of that geyser would be magnified without any atmosphere to buffer the nitrogen blast.” Cramer thought about it. Mona’s logic was flawless. He would have been killed as he remembered how far the nitrogen jet had sent him.
“You’re right but it was pure stupidity that I unhooked myself.”
“No, it wasn’t. Look how many times in the past you’ve done something on the spur of the moment and you, me or somebody has been saved.” Mona cupped Cramer’s face with her hands. He took a deep breath at her touch and reached up and took her hands with his.
“I owe you my life anyway. We’d better finish our job.”
“We’re done. That last batch was very high grade thorium. Witherspoon will be happy with what we’ve got. Let’s prepare for the trip back.”
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Witherspoon, happy with the high grade thorium, had another mission for them, but Cramer and Mona adamantly refused to let him force another postponement of their wedding. They got by with that since Witherspoon considered they were the best miners, along with Cramer’s old mining partner, Floyd.
Everything fell in place this time. Cramer and his late wife’s daughter, Cindy, stood with Mona, and Floyd stood with Cramer. On the sandy shore of Burr Oak Lake in the wilds of Ohio, they exchanged their vows. It was here that they had first said those wonderful words of “I love you.”

I hope you enjoyed this story. As I said, I've submitted this to an online magazine that pays a hefty per word on acceptance. We'll see what happens in a few weeks. Consider this story and all previous segments copyrighted material. Thanks for those who have followed the story, Laurie, Miss Mae and Anne. Hope others have too. As always I invite any comments you may have. Larry

Fifth segment of my SF story

The snow puffed from under his boot soles as he landed with each long stride. Cramer’s mind link overrode safety protocols but couldn’t block the impending suit failure messages when his time dipped below five minutes. His legs, like lead, surprised him since he expected a sudden failure of heating in his suit. The lithium batteries, when depleted, would lose their power quickly, but under freezing conditions the voltage would plunge to zero like a switch had turned them off. Perhaps his mind played tricks on him, the way sympathy pains hit when listening to somebody describe in graphic detail their medical procedures or ailments. Maybe his mind also fed him images he wanted to see, such as Mona and her approach with the rover. He held onto that image because it was the last one he had as his suit became very cold. He toppled forward into the snow.

I know it was short but you'll have to wait until next Monday for another segment. Thanks for reading. Laurie, I left you a comment on the last segment, a brief answer to your question. Larry

fourth segment of Unscheduled Stroll on Triton

I'm giving you the fourth segment of my short SF story on Sunday night since I'll be super busy tomorrow all day.

He willed the radio’s power to increase to one hundred milliwatts. Before he turned his mental power to switch on the radio, another warning scrolled before his eyes. It read, “Danger! Increasing radio power one hundred fold will shorten suit environmental functioning to 22.5 minutes.”
“Hey. That’s a good trade off. Halving my suit’s time for a hundred fold chance of being heard,” he expressed.
He was glad that mind power overrode safety interlocks. He stood still and centered the virtual cross hairs in his helmet visor on the gleaming steel spike of the cruiser in the distance. Switch-on, he willed. The warning letters dimmed when the radio sent its thirty second burst. After the end of the transmission, a countdown of suit failure began. Cramer didn’t want to know so he willed it off and then began his loping run.
He glimpsed the severed disk of Neptune, a blue blister sitting on Triton’s horizon. Any other time Cramer would have admired that view, the mother planet with the Great Dark Spot. That far plane of Triton’s surface seemingly leading to and touching Neptune displayed the strange mosaic of channels to the practiced eye. The old Voyager flyby in 1989 had first spotted them. The regular icy features defied explanation then and even now could not be understood.
Cramer thought of the mission he and Mona shared on Titan. The people of Sirius had chosen Saturn’s largest moon to build their city under a methane lake. After exploring the old city in its bubble at the bottom of the lake, Cramer had fallen from the rover as he and Mona rode back to the ship. Lost in the ammonia snow, he’d almost perished before Mona and Lila pulled him into the safety and warmth of the ship. His suit had started its precipitous temperature drop on that occasion.

There you have the four installment of my short SF story. Tune in next week for the next segment. Thank you Miss Mae, Laurie and Anne for commenting on my blog as I continue feeding you segments of this short story. Larry