Writing Dragon’s Champion By Wynelda Deaver

It’s the second week of our Wednesday Guest Posts and this week it’s the turn of Wynelda Deaver.

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Dragon’s Champion should have never sold.

In terms of simple professionalism, I failed. I failed hard.

But I gained so much by writing Dragon’s Champion.

Stories have always been how I work things out. Sometimes silly, sometimes strange—writing is where I have always gone to find my truth. For over a decade I held all of my truths tightly, too tightly for anything to slip through.

Even once I left the toxic situation, dusted myself off and worked on working out my truths the words wouldn’t come. Start. Stop. Delete. Backspace. New Document. Nothing I tried worked, but at least I was trying. My fingers hit the keyboard regularly… some days my word count went significantly down.

Down. Down. Down.

And then I picked up a note book and pen. I wrote the first line of Dragon’s Champion. I loved Constance’s voice, and wanted to figure out how being tied to a tree by a merry band of brigands could be better than what she left behind. I had to keep writing to see how she – how we—ended up.

My niece typed it up for me. A friend who also does editing, looked it over and sent me some notes. Even though it was a short story, she recommended an e-publisher for me. I dutifully went through the revisions given to me, girded my loins, wrote a cover letter and hit send.

I completely forgot to attach the story.

Strike One.

I coped and pasted the letter into a new email, attached the story, and hit send again.

Whew! Maybe they wouldn’t notice!

When I heard back from the publisher, I was mortified to read that I had accidentally sent the revision/edit version.

Strike Two

Head low, I sent it a third time not expecting anything except to have followed through and done it.

I was completely shocked when I read the offer. I did my happy dance for days. Constance and I had made it through!

Home run!

Since then, I’ve published the short story collection The Golden Apple and Other Stories, placed a story in the Avast, Ye Airships! Anthology and have another story in the upcoming anthology Gears, Ghosts, and Grimoires.

All because Constance taught me not to give up. Especially when tied to a tree by a bunch of brigands.

Wynelda Ann Deaver lives in Northern California with the Princeling. They enjoy looking for mermaid’s hair in the ocean, woodland creatures and trolls under the Golden Gate Bridge. The Princeling is used to his mother holding conversations with invisible people she calls characters.

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