Daniel (Danny) Lance Wright, Author

Friday, October 31, 2014

"Annie's World: Jake's Legacy" now available as an audio book

For those of you that have a difficult time finding time to read or if you're just looking for a way to stay entertained on a roadtrip or lying on the beach without having to hold anything in your hands, allow me to suggest "Annie's World: Jake's Legacy", a soft sci-fi novel, in audio book format. You won't be disappointed. Sample it here:


And, don't forget, "Annie's World 2: New Beginnings" is scheduled for release in first quarter 2015.

Sunday, October 5, 2014

Where Do You Look For Inspiration?

As a novelist, I have a muse. It’s not a who but a what – woodturning. Since, by definition, a muse is female, specifically nine goddesses that provide inspiration to the creative arts, I suppose I can give my wood lathe a name like Sweetie or Precious so I can remain within the bounds of that definition.
The word muse is much overused but, most writers will tell you, she/he/it/they are quite real and necessary. Interestingly, I have been told by several that they do not rely on muses, and that their inspiration comes from internal sources. I have a hard time believing that. In my opinion, it’s like saying that their healthy body is a result of internal influences and had nothing to do with external forces – food choices, fresh air, friends, etc.
Here’s my contention: Whether these naysayers realize it or not, they do have muses. I’m not saying the muse has to necessarily be a person, animal, or anything of a grandiose nature at all. It might be the sound of dry swirling leaves on a cool and windy fall morning, the sound and smell of rain, a favorite cup of hot tea, ocean sounds, or sounds of a busy street. Inspiration can come from any source and, sometimes, quite surprising in nature. All it takes is an open mind to allow it in.
A couple of years ago, I was working on a novel (“Phobia”/Booktrope) and was struggling a little with plot direction. I had several choices once I had reached the pinnacle of the story arc. I happened to wake very early one winter morning. It was dark and very cold outside –chilly inside the house too. So, I built a fire in the fireplace. I was alone. It was quiet. I nursed a cup of coffee and stared at the dancing flames. In those flames, I saw what I needed to do with that novel from the point at which I had stopped all the way to the end of the book. That fire, that morning, in that setting was my muse.
Those writers who say inspiration comes from internal sources would have discounted that fire as having had no influence. We all need muses, not just writers or artists. And, we all do. We just have to recognize them for what/who they are and appreciate them.

I’m suddenly compelled to go do something creative. Thank you for being my muse on this day.   

Friday, September 19, 2014

"The Paragraph Ranch" is a great read.

The “Paragraph Ranch”, a mainstream/contemporary story is a big win for co-authors, Kay Ellington and Barbara Brannon.
This is a tale that anyone can relate to, as shown through the eyes of the main character, Deanna “Dee” Bennett-Kaufman. The youngest in a family of three siblings, Dee is a single mom of a college age daughter and charged with the temporary care of an injured and aging mother. The problem for Dee is having to leave an academic life she carved out in the northeast and travel back to where she was born, the South Plains of Texas to care for her mother on the home place, the family cotton farm where she grew up.
Dee’s challenges begin immediately. She is a college professor and forced to walk away from the job, straining her to get student responsibilities wrapped up from a remote location before graduation. She is on a deadline to provide a book draft to a publisher that she hasn’t finished writing, or even finished researching. Not only that, but she left a boyfriend at home and worried about losing him. And, attendance at a much anticipated writing fellowship in Massachusetts is put into jeopardy by this familial duty. The woman has a problem.
An interesting and tremendously entertaining metamorphosis begins from the moment her feet land on the sandy loam of West Texas. Is it possible that this cotton farm, far from the nearest metropolitan area, a place she sought so desperately to get away from as a teen, can amount to more than the sum of its sandy parts?
You will enjoy walking with Dee, discovering the answers with her. As you do, it will become impossible not to develop an affection for, and kinship with, Dee, her family and her friends. I believe I can safely say that anyone will see themselves at some point in this book. It’s the type of story that will follow you days after it’s finished. I highly recommend “The Paragraph Ranch” by Kay Ellington and Barbara Brannon.
–Daniel Lance Wright, author of “One Day in Lubbock”, “Phobia”, “Annie’s World: Jake’s Legacy”, “Paradise Flawed”, “Where Are You, Anne Bonny?”, “The Last Radiant Heart”, “Six Years’ Worth”, “Helping Hand for Ethan”

Sunday, August 31, 2014

Summer Doldrums

It’s not unusual at all. Many people sink into slumps. It doesn’t matter whether the endeavor is drafting a novel, repairing a plumbing problem, or needing a good time. When summer doldrums settle in, everything is a chore and nothing seems important or fun enough to act on. It’s late August, afternoons are hot and I’m deep into the ho-hums.
Looking back to the months of May and June, it seems almost inconceivable, now, that I took a story idea that had been floating around in my head for months and hammered out roughly forty thousand words and took the story arc to near mid-point in less than four weeks. It was an exciting time. I babbled on to my wife incessantly about taking the story this way or that. So much so, in fact, her eyes would glaze over with disinterest and her head would go into automatic nod mode. That didn’t matter, because I was into it and eager to progress the story.
Lately, I’ve been coming into my backyard to my little sanctuary where I do my writing and stare at the novel draft. If I get five hundred words down, it’s a miracle. Since that time in late spring, little has been added to the draft. I have slammed head-on into the summer doldrums.
Of course, I hope you read and can identify with this blog, maybe even enjoy it. But, the cold truth is, I’m writing this entry instead of working on the novel draft as a possible means of jump starting the mojo and get my head back into the writing game.
Before I had a blog to vent and share thoughts, I indulged often in “free-writing”. It’s a technique for overcoming such times as these. It’s easy. Sit at a keyboard and begin typing. Type what? You may ask. It doesn’t matter. Whatever is crossing your mind. Complete sentences? That doesn’t matter either. I assure you that, at some point in the process, thoughts will become cogent and you will begin writing an honest story, article, or essay and intended none of it when the process began. It’s amazing how it works. In fact, it works better when all thoughts are random and seemingly unconnected. That’s when the sub-conscious takes over and eventually settles on what is most important while in league with your fingers on the keyboard. If your thoughts are already solid, there’s no need to be free-writing anyhow. Just sit down and get busy on your writing project. But, if you sink into an unmotivated, directionless slump, give it a try. Honestly, early in my writing career, free-writing turned into several award winning short stories. And, that’s the truth.

I’m feeling better now. Sharing has a way of doing that. Have a wonderful day, y’all!

Saturday, August 16, 2014

"Annie's World 2: New Beginnings" Coming Soon to a bookseller near you

"Annie's World 2: New Beginnings" has been picked up by Booktrope and should be released first quarter 2015. I invite you to read the first in the series, "Annie's World: Jake's Legacy" (All Things That Matter Press) before Annie's World 2 is released. It's a touching sci fi/fantasy look at how easily the world can fall apart, yet hope and love can pull it all back together. Take the journey with genetically blessed Annie Henderson. Please share with your friends. Thanks.



Friday, August 1, 2014

"Dancing Away": There's true love and then there's pure love

Occasionally, I pull out stories I've written and relive them. The purpose is to track style and determine if the long term metamorphosis of my story-telling is good or, maybe, return to a few of those style points  abandoned or set aside inadvertently. Sure, I have learned many things from other novelists, critics and reviewers but, sometimes, a simple look back at our own journey can be an educational reminder.

This morning, I opened a short story titled "Dancing Away" and read it for the first time in several years. I learned I have a style that needs to be revisited and incorporated into the romance novel I'm currently drafting.

Here is the first couple of pages of the short story, "Dancing Away":

I can’t breathe!
Why can’t I inhale?
My face, I can’t feel my face!
I know my hands are there, just as they have been for seventy-six years. My senses tell me so. But where are they?
What’s happening?
I see light—abundant light, yet I turn my hands this way and that and see nothing. The light flows over me liked warmed satin. Neither shadows nor objects are visible as far as the light shines.
This… Light… striates and flexes; there is comfort in it. I’m becoming aware that I stand witness to the length and breadth of infinity and know, I just somehow know, when the light fades, I’ll see universal truths reserved until this moment. I’m entwined in the past yet long to embrace the future. This awareness is simply instilled.
The draw is powerful. But another force of equal power tugs.
Again, it occurs to me that no breath enters my lungs.
Now I remember. It was a tumor, I think.
Knowing this answers nothing, just a reason for more questions. How is it I can contemplate these things, if in such pain?
Where is the pain?
Could it be powerful drugs?
I feel no discomforts, nothing but—but a tingling joy.
Bolting upright—at least it feels I have done so; it occurs to me that joy and Josephine are synonymous, inseparable; one cannot exist without the other.
My Jojo—memories flood in and burn white-hot. Desire fuels a fire as an accelerant tossed upon a flame.
We’ve become separated. I cannot see or call to her.
I want to shout her name but I have no voice.
My soundless distress has been heard. The Light wrinkles and I look down upon the saddened face of my Jojo, framed in lustrous silver hair holding the hand of a pathetically drawn man with tubes and wires splaying from his upper torso to points surrounding a hospital bed.
Suddenly, I feel warmth sliding across my palm—the palm of a hand I still cannot see. It’s Jojo.
I watch. She closes her eyes, saying something I cannot hear then sways to and fro. It’s rhythmic, like a dance.
Fearful this connection will be broken if I move, even twitch; I’ll be jettisoned from this place to… Heaven only knows where.
I long to hear the music and for that I cry tears I cannot see or feel.
My intention hardens.
I’ll not move, not even blink, for eternity if necessary. I refuse to sever this thread that keeps me bound.

I’ll be patient and wait for the day I can again hear the music.

"Dancing Away" is available for download at Amazon.com. 
If you decide to spend the $.99 for the download, I promise you will not be disappointed.

Saturday, June 28, 2014

Latest Review of "One Day in Lubbock", a novel

5.0 out of 5 stars An excellent book that evoked many emotions!June 27, 2014
This review is from: One Day in Lubbock (Kindle Edition)
Brought to you by OBS reviewer Kim

one-day-in-lubbock-daniel-lance-wrightThis was an excellent book for which I cried, such sadness and heartbreak but all is mended in the end with an ending that is totally unexpected. I read this is one setting because I couldn’t wait to find out how it ended. Everyone wants a second chance or a do-over. Very few get a second chance but when they do it never quite turns out the way they expect it.

William Dillinger is an elderly man that is working in a hospital as floor maintenance. Many mistakes made in his younger years has him wearing a bracelet, the kind you wear when you have served time in prison and now a parolee. Will learned early in life that he had a certain charm and a way to twist words to his advantage. Sadly, he uses it to scam people out of their life savings until one day he scammed a woman and caused her demise, hence the bracelet.

Now with only memories of better days of his youth, Will runs into the love of his life. Friends since the first time they saw each other in grade school he remembers back to when he made the mistake that changed his life. Graduation night Will turned away the only person who ever loved him and now here she is visiting someone in the hospital.

Bea is a nurse on staff and befriends Will and tries to help him anyway she can. They form a friendship and Will opens up to her because he has no one else and Bea actually listens to him like she’s really interested in what he has to say.

Will suddenly feels faint and dizzy, then drops to the floor. He’s thinking it’s a reaction to hearing the voice of his longtime friend. Bea takes one look at him and she thinks differently. She makes him go to the ER and see the doctor because of that Bea has saved his life.

As Will lays in the hospital bed, his life finally comes full circle as he hears and remembers stories about his past and his love. Sometimes what is in front of you is what you need and sometimes it’s overlooked until it’s too late. This time it was right on time.

My heart just broke for Will, who caused himself so much heartache, so much pain because he was so focused on nothing but himself. Sigh****