Hi! I’m looking for one or two beta readers for my WIP, The Old Mill. I have just finished the third draft and am pausing for feedback before I start the copy editing; you know, the fixing typos, wrong words, etc., to make it publish ready phase. Why am I looking for beta readers before cleaning up the manuscript? Just in case some of the feedback warrants a rewrite of entire sections. I want all of the big changes (larger than correcting words and sentences) completed before I worry about those little details.
A little history
I posted The Old Mill as a serial story back in 2017. It is possible you may have read that very rough draft already! Early last year I began a complete rewrite. The basic story is the same, but I added detail and filled out the characters. I also changed POV, which is why it had to be a rewrite. Continue reading
The following is a clip from my WIP, The Old Mill – this is NOT a finished draft!
They had been planning the adventure for months. It was a rite of passage in Avebury, one that had been going on for decades, though every generation thought it was original.
The Five Inseparables were going to visit the Goode Mansion after dark.
Amy Lancing was able to borrow her parents’ car for the evening. Although the quiet one of the group, she reveled in the control that being the driver gave her. And this wasn’t just any night with the car. It was special and she would do everything in her power to make sure their adventure was perfect.
The traffic up the hill from Avebury was light. Great. Amy took the left onto Miller Road, as she’d practiced a dozen times. She slowed down as she passed the driveway into the mansion and began to scan the woods on the left. Just down a small incline and across a bridge and perhaps another hundred yards there was a turn off into the woods. It was supposed to be secret, but even in her headlights she could see that were many tire prints in and out. Right, the worst kept secret in the county.
Amy turned and pulled the car into the woods as far as she dared. She turned off the lights and shut off the engine.
The five 17-year-old girls piled out of the car, all giggles and trying to “shush” each other.
Amy looked at the other four: Jess, Lauren, Stacy and Kath. She shook her head. They had no clue and would be lost without her. Continue reading
My time for writing and blogging disappeared half way through the week, but I wanted to do a post. Hey, why don’t I talk about my books?! So here is a list of books with their blurbs in order of publication:
Seasons of Imagination
Trent P. McDonald’s Seasons of Imagination contains an eclectic mix of stories covering many places, times and even different genre, yet they all hold one thing in common, they are all about people.
Be they silly, serious or speculative, all of the stories are about us. What makes us tick? Why do we say the things we do? Why do we react as we do?
So whether it seems the stories are exploring outer or inner space, in reality they’re always exploring the human space.
Here is an invitation to open the page and come with me to explore the
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Abigail Bradford (1725 – 1827) was the youngest child of the great patriarch of the Hawkins clan, and some would say the founder of its cult, Miles Hawkins.
After her father passed away in 1745, the young Abigail found herself in the strange position as the leader of the extended family. Her oldest sibling, the beloved yet increasingly infuriating sister Mary, and her husband Gustav Halley, had started a feud with her brother, Ebenezer, over the inheritance of Miles’ vast estate. The Halley’s argued that society would not accept the children of Ebenezer and Phebe, called Faith, as the head of an important family. The problem was that Phebe was a former slave descended from African parents. People would only see their children as dark skinned ex-slaves. Or so the Halley’s said.
The Halley’s did win the lawsuit and the inheritance, but always assumed that the Hawkins Branch were plotting to bring them down out of vengeance. Although this was not true, the Hawkins did not have the resolve to try to heal all of the wounds in the extended family. Continue reading
She was familiar. In fact, Trevor knew that she was family, at least distantly since she was from the Hawkins Branch, the African American side of the family. Trevor was sure he had seen her a thousand times before. But for some reason he couldn’t bring up any memories of the woman confronting him. She stood before him, arms crossed, obviously angry. Her sarcastic barbs and taunts confused him, made him very uncomfortable. He had to find a way to break those mental barriers that suppressed his memory of her.
And then something happened. It was as if he picked up a mental sledge hammer and made a hole through a concrete wall in his mind. Some memories of the woman came back to him, stretching all of the way to his early childhood. He even remembered flirting with her as a teen during the family events at the mausoleum.
But this break released something else that was suppressed. Power. A mental power. The world changed, and the woman in front of him, the one he now knew was Amelie, was the reason. She had wakened something in him that was long dormant. A Power. And he realized that he was strong. Continue reading
It’s been a slow beginning….
It’s actually been slower than it was for The Fireborn which was slower than Seasons of Imagination.
I have received a little positive feedback from one reader on a Facebook post “OMG-Can’t put this book down great to read during our thunder storms!”
I also went to the library in my town and talked to the head librarian. I gave her copies of all three books. They should be put on display in the near future, starting with the “New Arrival” shelf before going to the “Local Authors” shelf. So more people should see it. She also discussed a book talk, which I will most likely do at some point. Continue reading
An evil 300 years in the making. A trap set 150 years in the past….
Yes, today is the day! It is here! I wrote, and posted, the first chapter of The Halley Branch just a little under 3 years ago (about 20 days short!). And now it is here!
Order Here (or go to Amazon and search “The Halley Branch”): Continue reading
The Halley Branch is available for pre-order on Amazon! Well, at least the Kindle version is ready. The book will be released on July 24, 2018 – 11 days from now. At that time the paperback version will be available and all Kindle pre-orders will be “shipped”.
Here are a few places you can pre-order:
If you want to try from another country, just go to Amazon and search my name “Trent McDonald” or the title “The Halley Branch”. Hint, using the title will bring it up as the number one choice. Continue reading
I am pleased to announce a launch date for The Halley Branch! Unless something changes, it will be published on Tuesday, July 24, 2018. That is exactly three weeks from today!
An evil 300 years in the making. A trap set 150 years in the past.
The day should have been a normal “family day” at the Hawkins’ Mausoleum, but a premonition followed Trevor into the crypt. To make matters worse, he couldn’t shake his morning vision of a dead woman draped in a funeral-shroud.
After rescuing a girl trapped in the tomb, repressed memories forced him to reevaluate everything. Was his extended family a cult with roots going back to America’s colonial past? Was the evil Benjamin Halley still stalking his tomb after 150 years? Was there any truth to the Power described by the family’s patriarch, Miles Hawkins?
Trevor realized that he was being manipulated and drawn into a trap set in the 19th century, and feared that everyone around him had already been ensnared. Who could he trust? The members of his own family’s Branch, The Bradford’s, like his cousins Bill or Stan? Perhaps members of the Hawkins Branch, such as the beautiful but jaded Amelie? The one Branch he knew not to trust was the extinct Halley Branch.
But the Halley’s were the ones who were welcoming him with open, if dead, arms.
Benjamin Halley was born on February 19, 1827, Jeremiah and Susan’s first and only child. Susan Halley died just a few days after Benjamin was born. His father was sympathetic. Jeremiah’s own mother, Rebecca, died when he was only one. And his own father, George Halley, was only three when his mother passed away. The Halley men were all only children raised by single fathers, and Benjamin was going to continue this trend.
As a young man Benjamin was shy and sensitive. But, like most of the Halleys, he was brilliant and driven. He attended Harvard and had his own businesses by the time he was 22. His father, Jeremiah, passed away when Benjamin was only 25, leaving his vast holdings and business to his only son.
It wasn’t just the huge Halley wealth that Benjamin inherited. He grew even more like his father. Continue reading