Read the First Four Chapters of Sea Cutter

The first four Chapters of Sea Cutter, a tween (9+) historical adventure novel, are up on the web! Go to http://www.timothydavisauthor.com/ .

A Sample of Sea Cutter

I woke in blackness, the Sea Cutter tossing every which way, while the bell rang with a mad clatter. Lightening flashed and thunder roared. I’d left Wayland alone to sail the storm!

I dashed up the companionway, forgetting to tie the line about me, just as a vicious wave broke over the Sea Cutter.

“Nat!” Wayland let go of the tiller and leaped toward me.

A freezing giant hand slapped my body off the boat, knocking my air out. It crashed me down into the roiling water, twisting and turning me as if it were a cat playing with a mouse. Fireworks exploded in my lungs.

I kicked and clawed at the wave, but it sank me head over heels. The fireworks turned to cannon shot. In another moment I’d breathe water.

A line rasped across my side and I grabbed it.

I flew yards in the air, the Sea Cutter yanking me out of the wave. I drew in a breath like a bellows. The line thrashed down into the trough of a wave, then flung me in the air again, the furious giant snapping his whip to flick me off.

I held on, my hands burning, my shoulders aching, the ocean plowing into my face, the rain pouring over me. Lightning flashed, and I caught a glimpse of the Sea Cutter.

 “Wayland! Wayland!” I screamed.

He couldn’t hear me above the roaring waves and wind. I pulled myself forward on the whipping line inch by inch, until one wave finally bruised me into the Sea Cutter’s side.

“Wayland!” No answer. He wasn’t pointing the Sea Cutter’s bow into the waves. She broached aimlessly, the waves hitting her at dangerous angles.

One banged me against the side of the boat so hard that for a moment all was a spinning darkness. Another smack like that would knock the line from my grasp.

I pulled myself upward, crying “Ah!” at the top of my lungs, and with a last effort tumbled over the gunwale just as a bolt of lightning made everything brighter than day.

The tiller thrashed from side to side.

Wayland was gone.

My Dad Died

Jack C. Davis (1923-2011) was an abstract expressionist artist, who painted until the day he died. You can see his work at http://www.glowingstar.net/jackcdavis/ . He lived in Connecticut and we live in San Francisco, but we spoke on the phone two or three times a day. He had a great sense of humor. We miss you, Dad.

BTW the C. stands for Coville in his name, my name, and in my son's name. This tradition of giving the middle name Coville to the eldest son of the eldest son goes back in my Dad's family for generations.

Airport Hitchhiking

In my teens, as I was doing one of my cross-country runs, I decided to hitchhike through Canada to the East Coast.

One sunset, I had my thumb out on a Modesto, CA highway, but the cars kept zipping by. Looking around for some sign of hope, I spotted the Modesto Airport. Why not fly?

I went in, asking the pilots if any were heading north.

“You want to go north?” asked a lanky, sallow guy, without smiling. “I’ll fly you to Seattle.”

“Hey! Great! Thanks!” I enthused.

We walked out toward a lovely Cessna, but went right by it. Behind it was the oldest, smallest, plane I’d ever seen. Its canvas cockpit was faded like an overused tent.

“Your door doesn’t really lock,” he said, as I slid onto the miniscule ripped seat. “You’ll have to hold it closed.”

He fired her up and we bounced along the runway, the plane starting to take off and then jolting down again.

“Interesting plane.” I said. “How long have you had it?”

“I just got it today,” he answered, finally pulling the contraption into the air.

“Oh, that’s great!” I tried to hide my alarm. “How long have you been flying?”

“I just got my license today,” he replied.

Oh. I sat paralyzed, half from the numbing cold that poured in my door, and half from fear. Things couldn’t be any worse.

Abruptly he clutched his chest. “Geez. I’ve been having these pains.”

Criminy!  Worse?  What if he died?  Where would that leave me?

Trying to sound casual, I began quizzing him how to tell where an airport was among all the lights on the ground, and then how to fly and land the plane.

You’d think he’d be delighted to share his knowledge, but he was a suspicious type. “Why do you want to know?” he asked. “Are you planning to push me out?”

Now we each flew in fear, and I made no protest when he said he needed to stop for the night. He swooped down at an airport. But we were going much too fast. I closed my eyes.

“Oops. Not this time,” he murmured, and up we went again. He tried again. Same thing. On the third try the plane came bouncing to a stop. My door flew open.

             That was the last of my airport hitchhiking.

A Sample of Sea Cutter

I disappeared into my cabin, opened the hatch, and crawled down to Snake.

“Now’s the time,” I whispered, slitting his bonds.

With my dagger at his back, I made him climb topside and drove him to the side of the Sea Cutter.

“Tell me where you hid the letter, then jump off.”

He turned around and folded his arms with a cocky expression. “I’ve changed my mind.”

“You can’t change your mind!”

“I can’t swim. I’d rather face Wayland.”

“You’re not going to see Wayland.”

“I could shout for him.”

“Go over.” I held the dagger to his chest.

“You see, Nat,” he grinned, “we are alike. You’re ready to drown a man. You’re a murderer like me.”

“I’m not at all like you!” I hit him across the jaw with the flat of the dagger.

His head snapped back, his eyes rolled up, and he fell backward into the water. A minute passed. Three. Five. He didn’t rise.

My fury vanished. What had I done? I’d knocked a man out, sending him to die.

A pistol shot rang, an impact hitting my back. Time slowed. My dagger fell, flipping leisurely. Then the green water slowly came to meet me as I tumbled over. The sunlit roof of water closed above me like slow curtains. The bullet in my back throbbed as I sank deeper into the darkness.

Then I remembered what lay at the bottom of that darkness—Snake’s corpse. My foot hit sand and, terrified, I shoved myself upward.

A cold dead hand gripped my ankle.

The last of my air went out in a silent scream.

Sea Cutter is blogged on "Time to Review Books"

Hi Kids & Parents. Sea Cutter is blogged on "Time to Review Books". Until Oct. 15, Sea Cutter is free at Timothy Davis - Author . 

Sea Cutter blogged on "This Kid Reviews Books" -- a 9-year-old.

Hi Kids & Parents. "This Kid Reviews Books," a blog written by a 9-year-old, has reviewed Sea Cutter. See it at http://thiskidreviewsbooks.com/2011/09/10/sea-cutter-book-i-in-the-chronicles-of-nathaniel-childe/ .

Sea Cutter is FREE at my website until Oct 15: http://www.timothydavisauthor.com/index.html

"Bookworm Blather" Has Blogged Sea Cutter

Hi Kids and Parents. "Bookworm Blather" Has blogged my children's/YA novel Sea Cutter at http://michelleisenhoff.wordpress.com/2011/09/08/sea-cutter-book-one-in-the-chronicles-of-nathaniel-childe-by-timothy-davis-2011/ . Sea Cutter is free at my website: http://www.timothydavisauthor.com/ . Thanks for looking!

Why is My First Book Named "Sea Cutter"?

Why is my first book in The Chronicles of Nathaniel Childe named Sea Cutter? On the surface, the book seems to be named after Wayland's sloop, Sea Cutter. But on a deeper level Nat himself is the sea cutter. He must learn how to cut his way through the sea of life: "I began to think how much I was like a small boat on a storm-tossed ocean. How should I stay afloat? You stay afloat by facing right into the waves, I thought. Maybe that was like always facing right into the truth—telling the truth straight on. You didn’t know where telling the truth would take you, by you trusted that it would be the right place because it was the only way to keep your boat afloat."

Hiding in a Tree

One morning when I was ten, I climbed to the top branches of a large elm in our front yard. Lunchtime rolled around, but I decided to see what would happen if I stayed in the tree. My mom came out and called for me first. Then my dad. I watched, with a strange feeling of power. Then my folks got the neighbors looking for me. I was delighted. An hour later, the police arrived. They scribbled some notes, barked on their radio, and left. Fascinating. But by this time my scheme was starting to backfire—hunger. When my mom and dad went to search the woods by the creek, I slipped down the tree and raided the fridge. When my parents returned, they found me sleeping (fake) in my bed, terribly ill (fake). But the ruse didn’t work, and my dad told me that I could just stay in bed until breakfast! A little bit of this incident found its way into Red Stone.

Good Luck to Those in the Path of Irene

Here's to safety for friends and readers in the path of Irene!

My Writing Team

Let me introduce my writing team. Lily, brown tabby, naughty. Jacques, black and white long hair, mellow alpha cat. Russell, 17 lb orange tabby, a good boy. Daisy, 4 lb orange tabby--we took her in from the street and are keeping her alive and happy as long as we can. Teddy, 12 lb Papillon mix, always be a puppy in his little head. Bertilak, Carolina box turtle with an attitude. Bertilak doesn't really help much with the writing, but the cats enter suggestions by walking back and forth on my keyboard and sjx8j qdk. 

Writing is Re-Re-Re-Writing.

When I  finished Perlas Grandes, I had the entire book memorized. That's because I rewrote Perlas Grandes five times. I wanted to make sure that there were no place where a child reader could get the least confused and miss the suspense. Then, when I turned Perlas Grandes into Sea Cutter: Book I in the Chronicles of Nathaniel Childe, I rewrote the book three times. Sometimes, I would spend hours contemplating the way I wanted two sentences to work together. But I was having fun! I could imagine a child not wanting to put the book down, with no place to trip him or her up even for a second. So, aspiring authors--rewrite! Not as a chore, but as a delight. And kids, I hope you have as much fun reading Sea Cutter as I had writing it.

A Whale Follows Us Home

My wife and I were eating macaroni sandwiches on the beach yesterday, when a whale wiggled his way up and begged for some. He ate two sandwiches, a pack of Sun Chips, and our Snickers bar. We patted him the meanwhile. But then, when we walked home, he followed us! We didn't want to hurt his feelings, so we invited him in. Ever try to make polite conversation with a whale? At bedtime, he insisted on sleeping with us, which made the bed kinda crowded. This morning we are trying to think of tactful ways to suggest that he go back to the sea. Or, anyone want a whale?

Being a Children's Story Teller - Part 1

In my first year of college, I took a "what should you do as a career" test. The answer came back that I was best equipped to tell stories to children! And that's what I love to do. But writing for children requires special skills, or you may lose your reader.  For example, I must make sure that each sentence follows logically from the previous sentence, so I don't lose a slower reader, while keeping the writing style up to a level that will satisfy smart readers. It's a tricky game, but I always imagine a kid who is reading the book under his or her covers at night, and this inspires me to keep the writing level and suspense up.

Sea Cutter is Accepted at Young Adult Book Central

Sea Cutter was accepted at YABC . I'm going to see if I can get them to write a review of it. Last night I saw an endangered animal eating an endangered plant. I didn't know what to do.  What would you do?

Russell Licks My Lips

Oof. An 18 lb orange tabby,  named Russell, landed on my chest this morning while I was still sleeping. But I managed to go back to the dream world, until -- splutter -- he started licking my lips! That woke me up (as Russell knew it would). "Purr. Purr. Feed me!" he said to me. Well,  what could I do? Russell's a sweet cat who cuddles and licks me all the time (and I like it). I didn't want to dissapoint him, so I fed him. What tricks do your cats have to wake you up?

I Write My Second Review for YA blog.

Hi Ya! Just finished writing my second review for the children's/YA blog "Books, Movies, Reviews! Oh My!" Free kids books at http://www.timothydavisauthor.com/

I Start Reviewing for a YA Blog

Hi ya! I am reviewing for the blog "Books, Movies, Reviews! Oh My!" http://writesthoughts.blogspot.com/ . Reading the first book. Remember, my books are free at my website http://www.timothydavisauthor.com/ .

A Typical Tsunami in the Life of a Writer.

Not much has been happening out here.  Except yesterday I was out surfing when I saw a tsunami towering on the horizon.  I swam out to catch the wall and caught it right in the curl. What a ride.  I didn’t know how far it was going to take me, but I saw the tip of the San Francisco pyramid peaking out of the water as I flashed by.  After a few hours  I saw the Rockies looming ahead and that’s where the tsunami finally broke.  I think I might have been crushed in the break if I hadn’t been lucky enough to get tossed onto a ski slope. I flashed down the slope at about 120 miles per hour. When I got off it took two miles to slow me down with sparks flying off the bottom of my surfboard. I finally stopped on the outskirts of Denver, pretty exhausted and hungry from my ride.  I decided to abandon my surfboard with much regret--all that was left of it was the logo.  I walked into Denver as the sun was setting, feeling pretty foolish in my wetsuit. I had no money with me, so I spent the night in a mission where the preacher preached about Little Orphan Annie, then gave us some cold grass soup and a slippery plastic hammock.  The next morning I tried to hitchhike back west, but nobody would pick me up. I decided it was because of the wetsuit.  So I pawned the wet suit for $10 and ran in my swim trunks to the thrift store, where I bought some plaid pants and a polka-dotted shirt. Then I found a grocery store, but only had enough money left for a can of beans. Still no luck with the thumb! So I walked to a train yard and hopped into an empty boxcar on a train pointing west. I had been savvy enough to gather wood for a fire before I got in the boxcar, and also picked up a newspaper for kindling. You know, it was that special edition New York Times in which the Republicans and Democrats both admitted to vast corruption and resigned, handing the government over to Venezuela.  I used that paper to start a fire on the steel floor, and warmed up the car as the freight trained rolled west. I ate my beans, dangling my legs out the door and thinking philosophically.  In the morning I was in the Oakland freight yards and only had to swim across the bay to get back home. Otherwise, nothing much has happened here.

Sea Cutter and Red Stone Give-Aways 8/4/11-8/11/11

Hi Young People. Go to my website http://www.glowingstar.net/Timothy.Davis/index.html to get Sea Cutter and Red Stone for free until August 11, 2011. I hope you enjoy them!

Sea Cutter and Red Stone are now available at Smashwords--$.99

Hi Young People. Sea Cutter and Red Stone were accepted into the Smashwords Premium Catalogue today. This means they are available in all e-reader formats, and will soon be available through Barnes & Noble, Apple, Sony etc. Or, you could buy Sea Cutter or Red Stone at Smashwords today.

Red Stone: Book II in the Chronicles of Nathaniel Childe is now available.

Hi Young People. Red Stone: Book II in the Chronicles of Nathaniel Childe is now available at Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Red-Stone-Chronicles-Nathaniel-ebook/dp/B005F50Q3G/. It should soon be available in other e-reader formats from other sources as well.

Red Stone: Book II in the Chronicles of Nathaniel Childe will soon be available.

Hi Young People. Red Stone: Book II in the Chronicles of Nathaniel Childe will soon be available at $.99. I submitted it to Smashwords yesterday and to Amazon Kindle today.

Sea Cutter will soon be available in other e-reader formats.

Hi Young People, Sea Cutter should be available in a wide array of e-reader formats at a number of retailers, such as Barnes & Nobles, Apple, Sony and other stores, in about three weeks.

Writer's Trouble: Working out a "plot knot."

Hi Young People. Yesterday I think I worked out a "plot knot" in Red Stone: Book II of the Chronicles of Nathaniel Childe. You know that special knife Nat has in Sea Cutter? Well, it didn't appear in Red Stone, and I needed to go back and make sure it did. I think I succeeded. I'd be glad to hear your comments about how well I worked the knife into Red Stone when it comes out in about a month. Thanks. Best, Tim.

My Kindle book Sea Cutter is now available on Amazon.

Hi Young People. My Kindle book Sea Cutter is now available on Amazon. The link is http://www.amazon.com/dp/B005AII8GK. I'd be glad to hear any questions or comments you have about it. Best, Tim