Yesterday I posted Episode 11 of my fantasy adventure, The Soul Cycle: Para. I also submitted chapter one to JukePop Serials for a broader fan-base. If not for going to NaNoWriMo.org, I would never have found out about JukePop, but they happen to be a NaNo sponsor, which is always a good thing.
Now, because I can upload images and videos to the serial on JukePop, I need to decide what I’m going to DO for videos. Should I do static images with music accompaniment? Or should I have active video and soft music playing while a narrator reads a portion of the book? Or should I only use a book trailer, of sorts, which is acted out with real people?
Since this is my first one, I will probably do just a simple video of a narrator with either a slideshow or simple active video/music playing. We’ll see.
JukePop Serial: https://www.jukepopserials.com/home/about
The Soul Cycle: Para, Episode 11: http://www.nonaking.com/2013/10/serial-vol1-ep11/
The Soul Cycle: Para, Episode 01: http://www.nonaking.com/2013/07/serial-vol1-ep1/
Episode 11, preview:
Para stuck her tongue out at the girl in the reflection. The girl haughtily returned the favor. “I hate dresses,” she grumbled. This dress of white with a rose ribbon around the waist didn’t score very high on her list of favorite things, either.
Dresses hampered movement, and when one had a friend like Phillip who forever put your life in jeopardy, that was the last thing you wanted to happen. Well, he didn’t necessarily put her in danger all the time, but dangerous activities. Climbing trees and mountainsides, going into underground caves and chasing foxes or the like through the grass fields and groves. Yes, it was an active lifestyle that didn’t allow for frills and fancies like this.
But she didn’t mind her hair smelling like her mother’s, or the perfect braids on each side of her face, tied off at the ends with a matching rose ribbon. Even her freckles seemed less mocking than usual, probably due to the lotion the maid Mary smeared on her before giving her a douse with white powder.
The sneezing fit from that still threatened her nose with the occasional tickle.
Now, her mother’s warning to be on her best behavior ringing in her ears, Para followed the maid from the room and down the corridor to the private dining room and Lord Henry. She still didn’t know how she was going to ask if he could spare a few coins, and maybe a pony, so that Phillip and she could look for her brother. Phillip was so much better at knowing what he could get from people. Of course, sometimes what he got was a swift kick or the switch, but that was not going to help either of them at the moment.
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