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Writing with Perth Author Michelle Dennis 

Published September 17, 2017 by Michelle Dennis - Author

I’ve been working on the sequel to to Wolfbaene for quite some time; much longer than I anticipated . I could say it’s because I’ve been too busy to sit still long enough to listen to my characters, but in all honesty it’s the absence of being part of a writer’s group that has dulled down my ability to stick to a deadline.

Meeting up with a group of writers, who are just as crazy as yourself, to discuss characters and progress, one really gets a sense of achievement. There are critiques, positive from all angles, and opinions on things that might’ve caught your writing flow on a snag. 

When I began my writing journey, I joined a local writing group. I had already jotted down the first rough draft of three books, and had no idea what to do with them – other than leave them in a box. 

I was welcomed into this group with so much enthusiasm and encouragement, I felt like nothing could hold me back from my dream of publishing my work. Each fortnight I submitted a chapter for critiquing and critiqued the work of my fellow writers, pushing myself to move forward and really listen to my characters.

After a few months had passed, I was ready to publish the book I’d scribbled in a notebook. I wanted to self-publish through Amazon, to really enjoy the experience of planning my cover, working closely with my editor and be involved in the process of formatting. It was such a thrill.

If you’ve been writing and feel like you’d like to eventually publish your work, I implore you to join a local writers group. From forming friendships, learning about social media promoting and of course writing, it’ll give you a wonderful experience. 

Here’s the first chapter of my current WIP – unedited. I hope you enjoy it!
                            Chapter One 

Thomas surveyed the room from where he lay sprawled across his bed. He liked this room. His polished black boots were thrown against the stone wall. His clothes of silk and fine cotton hung untidily over an old wooden chair. His ruby-studded gold candelabra stood in the corner with dusty, spent candles. And his blue velvet drapes blocked out the annoying morning sun, just the way they should.

As he yawned and stretched lazily, the memory of his sixteenth birthday celebrations swam through his mind causing a wide grin across his handsome face. He still couldn’t believe that lords and ladies had come from distant lands to meet the new King of Chermside and his Gifted brother. He had danced with the prettiest girls in the land, drank cider with some of the most elite knights under his command and laughed with his lords – those of whom he may one day have to sit in court with. The year since he was whisked away from the world he thought he’d belonged in had passed so quickly.

With this thought lingering, Thomas glanced over at his sword leaning against the end of his bed and was reminded of the night his brother had sacrificed his life for him. He cringed a little at the thought of having that sword pushed through his shoulder and having to watch William battle with Wolfgang; feeling completely useless. He had kept the sword which had almost taken his life, so it would serve him now, but he had refused to take the king’s chambers. That room belonged to William and his new bride-to-be, Emma; he had nobody to share an enormous four-poster bed with anyway. In fact, he was glad he didn’t have anyone to share a room with; nobody to boss him around or make him do romantic things for. He had no cares at all – he was the king! Yes, he really liked this room.

Thomas swung his feet over the side of the bed and rubbed his bare chest. ‘Hmmm, not bad, not bad at all,’ he grinned. He now had the chest of a young warrior, not just a soccer player – bearing the scar from where Wolfgang had thrust his sword through his shoulder. The constant reminder had almost disappeared, with the help of Orrin’s toad dung and lily sap concoction, but it still felt tender. He frowned.

His stomach growled. He was hungry. ‘Well, I’ll have some breakfast and see where the day takes me. Hopefully nowhere near the wedding couple; they’re beginning to make me sick with all their ewey-gooeyness.’
He washed his face in the wash-bowl beside his bed, before putting on leather pants and a loose white cotton shirt. Turning to the old mirror hanging slightly crooked on the wall he used his damp hands to tidy his hair. It had been trimmed recently, but it still hung over his eyebrows and ears, falling across his forehead to one side in a not-so-royal manner; but he liked it.
Without further ado, he headed down the corridor to the grand staircase and could hear the castle staff scurrying around as they shouted, ‘The king is awake! The king is awake!’

Thomas sighed. Did they have to run around like that? He wasn’t Wolfgang. He couldn’t care less if they didn’t lay fresh lavender on his path. He didn’t want them to rush to him waving huge palm leaves so that the air kissed his face. And he really didn’t care if the long stone table was set with shining silver or goblets of red wine. He just wanted some bacon and eggs; and lots of it.

Thomas stood at the top of the stairs and stared down at his castle staff, nervously awaiting his orders. He shrugged with indifference and made his way down; stopping half way.

There was Gilbert, standing in the shadows of the main entry pillars. His golden scales glittered slightly with the reflection of sunlight. He and Gilbert didn’t exactly get off on the right foot, but they were good mates now – er, king and dragon.

‘Hey Gilbert!’ Thomas waved.

‘Your Highness,’ the dragon replied with a tilt of his huge scaly head.

Thomas grinned and followed the smell of bacon through an archway. He had no idea why Gilbert was being so formal with him; he was still the same Thomas. He didn’t even wear the king’s crown – that was locked away in a glass cabinet somewhere, secured by one of William’s spells.

When Thomas strolled into the dining room the first thing he noticed was Paddy sitting bent over some kind of map; he didn’t look up as Thomas pulled out his chair, scraping it on the stone floor. Their knight’s captain looked worn-out. The lines on his face almost matched the scribbly lines on the map. The second thing Thomas noticed was that William was sporting a new haircut; short back and sides and left a bit spikey on top – it looked, well, sophisticated, in William’s own dorky way.

‘Nice hair-do, bro.’ Thomas couldn’t help his snide remarks any more than he could help his good looks.

‘Hey, thanks, Thom,’ William said, quite cheerfully, until he noticed his brother’s wicked smirk. ‘Oh, well you’d do well to get your mane tidied up too – if you want to impress anyone enough for them to actually consider accompanying you to the wedding.’

‘I don’t need to impress anyone, and stop using big words this early in the morning, you’re making my head hurt.’

William only raised his eyebrows, watching Thomas pile his plate high with bacon and eggs like an ape.

Paddy began to roll up the map as he said, ‘You’d also do well to take your position here at the castle seriously – we have much to discuss about securing our borders and re-assessing the taxes our good people have been paying. You’ve had plenty of time to adjust to our ways, Thomas.’ He was looking at Thomas with a stern glare, which made Thomas squirm in his seat; then Thomas remembered he was the king.

‘The only position I’ll be taking seriously is a quiet place where I can work on toning some muscle.’

‘Toning muscle?’ Paddy’s face turned a shade of tomato and William felt his heart skip a beat.

‘Mmmm… yeah,’ Thomas replied through his mouthful of bacon. ‘You know, tone up and look good when I take my shirt off?’
‘Look good?’ Paddy looked livid. ‘Thomas you have important tasks to tend to, you don’t have time to squander…’

‘Ah, ah, ah, Paddy, remember who you are speaking to – I’m the king and I can do what I like,’ Thomas said, waving his fork at his knight’s captain.

Paddy’s face now went a dark shade of purple. He threw William a look that would have startled a dragon, shot the same look at Thomas; who had gone back to devouring his breakfast, and then he stormed out of the room.

‘Thomas, you can’t speak to Paddy like that!’ William was flabbergasted.

‘Oh, he’s alright, he knows I was only kidding around with him,’ Thomas replied with his usual swagger. He swung back in his chair wiping his mouth on the table cloth. ‘I’ll go and see if he wants me to help him with that map thing when I’ve had time to wake up.’ He really couldn’t see what all the fuss was about, life was free and easy now that Wolfgang was gone and everyone needed to chill out.

‘Well, I’d be working pretty quickly at waking up if I were you,’ William said, pushing his chair out and leaving his brother to his own big-headed company.


You can check out my books over at Amazon too!

https://www.amazon.com/Michelle-Dennis/e/B00E6K1YKU

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Reading and Writing with author Michelle Dennis 

Published September 10, 2017 by Michelle Dennis - Author

I’m currently working on the sequel to my middle-grade children’s fantasy and it’s almost finished!

With new adventures, secrets and magic, there’s going to be an epic finale. 

The first book, Wolfbaene, was created out of a sudden desire to write something my children would love to read and quickly became something I found adults enjoying too. Don’t we all love a little magic and endearing characters taking us into a world of wonder? 

I’m not great at punctuation or grammar, but I have discovered I’m quite imaginative. So, when I completed my first manuscript and had it assessed professionally, I was a little excited to have the assessor tell me to continue writing and go ahead with getting Wolfbaene published.

If you have a story bursting to be written, I beg you to do it. Write, read and write… read a lot of other works of the same genre. Read! Discover the themes other use, take a mental note on how subjects are broached and find out how characters deal with situations. Then, spend time on your WIP like visiting with a friend. Sit and focus on what your characters are doing. Write down everything! Everything. And when your story finally comes to a close, get ready to be harsh – there’s usually a great deal of “fluff” that needs come out.

So sharpen your pencils and open your mind!

Here’s a little snippet from my first published book, Wolfbaene. 

                         Chapter Seven 

The air still held a slight chill, but as the sun peered over the top of the distant mountain peaks, it seemed to offer promise of a warm sunny day. Lichen hung from the enormous trees, resembling long white beards. William’s eyes grew wider and wider, when he noticed the bluebell flowers turn into tiny fairies as they fell from the vines that twisted up the tree trunks. Forest flowers of every colour peeped out from the tall green grass, which grew on either side of the track they followed – and strangely, he felt very comfortable, the same feeling he got when he climbed into bed at night.
Fury was proving to be quite easy-natured; at odds to his name and appearance. William quickly learned how to hold the reins and after each tumble and the arrival of a new bruise, he understood the name of his horse; it was a strong name and he liked it. He gradually adjusted himself to the horse’s rhythm.
Orrin led the two boys along the winding track, which led through ravines and deep tunnels and gave them passage into the looming mountains.
Eventually the dragon came to a stop, panting quite heavily – obviously not used to walking such a long distance.
‘This is where I shall leave you,’ he said, moving his wings as he spoke. ‘I will meet up with you later.’

Two boys, two dragons, a werewolf and a magic book 🐉🕍🗡🐺👑📖

https://www.booktopia.com.au/wolfbaene-michelle-dennis/prod9781512236651.html

*Proceeds go to Perth Children’s Hospital

Wolfbaene ~ Michelle Dennis

Published January 5, 2015 by Michelle Dennis - Author

The lantern above him flickered to life; William knew it must be meal time if the lanterns were being switched on, but he had no intention of going back to his dorm. He had to work out what the leather~bound book was all about. For as long as he could remember, he had carried it around in his backpack – which wasn’t strange in itself, but, the pages were blank; that was until he had turned seventeen just days before. Then, words began to appear. Not just words, but runes that swam across the page – curly letters forming strange words that made his eyes strain and his heart race.

This year will bring lots of new and exciting things for Wolfbaene!

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While I finish Wolfbaene ~ The Next Quest, I’ll be working hard at a second edition (fresh cover too!) For Wolfbaene.

2014 was a fantastic year for Wolfbaene and I’m sure the fun will continue in 2015, with festivals, school visits and much more. And to let you all into a little secret, Orrin may even be working on his own children’s picture book!

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If you’re new to William’s adventure, here’s some links to purchase your copy

http://www.booktopia.com.au/search.ep?keywords=wolfbaene&productType=917504

http://www.amazon.com.au/gp/aw/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?k=wolfbaene

http://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/s/ref=is_s_ss_i_0_9?k=wolfbaene&sprefix=wolfbaene

Or flick me an email for a signed copy
wolfbaene12@gmail.com

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Another Fun Day!

Published October 20, 2014 by Michelle Dennis - Author

This year has been amazing! Wolfbaene turned 1 and to celebrate, we participated in the Perth SupaNova. It was our first big day out and we were all quite nervous. This would be my first book signing ~ what if nobody bought a book!

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The SupaNova turned out to be a fabulous weekend and now I felt much more confident. Book Week was around the corner!

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Chatting with primary school children inspired me to keep going. Showing kids my book, discussing character development and plot, aswell as sharing my love of fantasy, really gave me a huge buzz.

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We then moved onto another festival, where we’d showcase Wolfbaene and introduce Orrin as our mascot. The Medieval Festival would be perfect for my medieval book! I met some really beautiful families and people were amazed at my generosity in giving proceeds from the sale of my book to Princess Margaret Children’s Hospital. Exhausting, but exhilarating, the Medieval Carnivale in Balingup was a magical weekend.

Now, we have one more fun day to join in on, before Christmas approaches. Alinjarra Primary School, hosting a fun day, will be the next forum for Wolfbaene and it’s characters.

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I’ll post pictures here, afterwards! So keep an eye on this page 🙂

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Mich xx

Kidnapped by a Dragon!

Published March 15, 2014 by Michelle Dennis - Author
View from the cave!

View from the cave!

Er… Hi there, this is William, William Knight. I’ve just had the most unbelievable few hours of my life; to put it mildly. Peter Cooper, the school bully, gave me a blood nose – in the college library, of all places! This led to Miss Flett being out for my blood and me escaping out onto the college grounds, to hide in the darkness, just by the skin of my teeth. Then, to add to this, the strange book that I’ve been carrying around in my backpack for as long as I can remember, started showing me strange runes across it’s normally blank pages – I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, but somehow it felt pretty normal. How is that normal? Around about then, things went pear-shaped. I must have passed out. I woke up in a dark cave with a kid staring into my face telling me we’d been kidnapped by dragons. Dragons! Two, in fact. And not just your average fire-breathing, man-eating dragon, these two were friendly, talking, intelligent dragons.

In the last few hours I’ve been told I’m to rescue the queen from a dungeon guarded by a malicious king who stole the throne from her and murdered her husband. The queen is my mother, which makes me the son of the king who had his throne stolen. And you know what that means? I am a prince. Me! William Knight, prince of Chermside Castle. It’s beyond unbelievable, but I believe it. I want to believe it because I’m seventeen and I have nothing else to believe in. Growing up in a boarding school, with absolutely no family or friends, does that to you. Now I’m being told I’m to become a knight, learn to ride a horse, kill the king, and return the town of Chermside back to how it was – and I believe it. The only problem is, the kid who was staring at me when I woke up is my brother, Thomas. I don’t think like him…

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