Wednesday, November 21, 2012

EVERYDAY MIRACLES: Finishing a project


Posted by: Amber Angel

Many people I talk to want to write a book "some day." Most never do it. Why not? What separates a published author from a some-day author? 

For that matter, what separates a person who finishes medical school and becomes a brain surgeon from…me? (Other than I get squeamish at the sight of lots of blood and other body parts that are not supposed to be visible to the naked eye.) 

Perhaps creativity or determination or insanity or any of a number of other personality traits, quirks of fate, or simply our interests. 

I recently finished writing another book, and reveled in that sense of satisfaction! 

And you know, that's a miracle we can create for ourselves. That sense of satisfaction in completing whatever project you choose. What's your miracle going to be?

Monday, November 19, 2012

Watch Me Disappear by Diane Vanaskie Mulligan

Please welcome Diane Vanaskie Mulligan  author of Watch Me disappear.

Diane will be awarding a $25 Amazon Gift Card to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour, and a $15 Amazon Gift Card to a randomly drawn host.

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Watch Me Disappear
by Diane Vanaskie Mulligan

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INTERVIEW:

1.    What or who inspired you to start writing?

I have wanted to be a writer since I was a little kid, but after college, as I was getting started in my career as a teacher, I didn’t have much time to write. It was actually my student writing club that helped me get back to writing. Each week, kids came to write one afternoon a week. We took turns bringing prompts. Everyone would write for a half an hour or so and then share their work. I was amazed at the great things they could write with such little time, so I started writing with them. I actually wrote the first scene of my novel when Lizzie overhears Maura talking about her right there with that little group.

2.    How did you come up with your idea for your novel?

The first scene just sort of popped into my head, a little like magic, to tell the truth. I don’t know where it came from exactly, other than I was thinking about the way people talk loudly on their cell phones in public, saying all kinds of personal things as if no one could hear them. So I wrote a scene where Lizzie overhears Maura talking about her, and from there I had to figure out who these people were and why Maura would be talking about Lizzie, and so on. I like starting with a character or two to explore, so once I had these two girls, I spent a lot time getting to know them. For Lizzie, I put her in a situation that to me sounds like a nightmare: Starting over at a new school for senior year of high school. Once I had a situation, everything grew from there.

3.    What expertise did you bring to your writing?

I’m a high school teacher, so I’m around teenagers every day. I think that really helped me capture a teenager’s voice. I would read sections to my student writing group, and they’d call me on things that didn’t ring true. Some of my readers have said they think Lizzie is too articulate, as if a teenager might not be so reflective and well spoken, but my own students are far more eloquent than she is. In fact, considering the colleges Lizzie wants to go to, I was worried that she didn’t sound smart enough!

4.    What would you want your readers to know about you that might not be in your bio?

I was a cheerleader for eight years. I say that because early in the book, I make a little dig at cheerleaders, but I want my readers to know that I love cheerleaders. When one of the characters tells Lizzie that cheerleading is social death, that’s her opinion, not mine. There are a few places in the book where I put in little comments like that as inside jokes with myself. For example Lizzie disses women’s colleges, saying that it’s easy to get in when you eliminate half the competition. I really had a laugh writing that because I went to a women’s college, and I loved every minute of it.

5.    If you could be one of the characters from this book, who would it be and why?

I would definitely be Missy, because she is so totally unlike me. Missy is tall, gorgeous, outgoing, and athletic, whereas I am a short, introverted, word-nerd. It would be fun to experience the world through her optimistic eyes.

6.    Do you belong to a critique group? If so how does this help or hinder your writing?

I don’t belong to a critique group, although I do belong to a writing group. My group meets weekly for write-ins, which are great ways to keep myself motivated. When I’m ready for critiques, I have a few trusted readers I turn to. Also, I have attended several weekend workshops and conferences that involved critiquing that I found incredibly helpful in revising my novel. I can’t really imagine being part of a regular group that looked at my novel throughout its entire development. I write with the door closed. Criticism of works in progress or early drafts can be very hard for me, because they take me out of the creative, generative moment and require me to analyze my writing. I can’t do that with something that isn’t finished yet.

      7.    What is the best and worst advice you ever received? (regarding writing or publishing)

Best advice: If your writing moves you, it will move others.

Worst advice: The thing that sparks a story/novel/poem probably shouldn’t be the first thing in the final draft. I’ve heard this advice over and over in different forms. Personally, I find that first impulse is often the best impulse. Go with your gut.

8.    Do you outline your books or just start writing?

For the first draft, I just start writing. I save outlines for revising. I do think have some map or guide is useful, I just find it easier to make that map after the world I’m creating exists in the form of a finished first draft.

9.    Who is your favorite character in the book. Can you tell us why?

Paul is my favorite character in the book because I’m still not sure if I understand him. He makes some choices that make me want to hate him, and yet, he’s so charming and so unlike the stereotypical popular jock, that I’m fascinated by him (by the way, he’s an amalgam of some real kids I know, so girls, have faith—boys like Paul do exist). I’d love to know how readers understand Paul. Maybe that would help me!

10. Anything else you might want to add?

A little piece of advice for fellow writers about dealing with rejection or negative feedback: Don’t wait for others to present opportunities to you. Make your own opportunities. You don’t need anyone else’s stamp of approval. Develop your craft, find readers you can trust to provide meaningful feedback, and write what you love. 


BLURB:

Lizzie knows it isn’t right to eavesdrop, but is it really eavesdropping if her neighbor Maura makes all of her phone calls on her parents’ pool deck in easy earshot of Lizzie’s backyard? And of course it’s wrong to go snooping around on someone else’s computer, but is it Lizzie’s fault that Maura keeps her computer turned on (and logged in to Facebook) all the time?

Lizzie Richard’s father has moved the family around every few years to advance his career, so she has never had a chance to develop the kind of “BFF” relationships she thinks most kids have. She’s bracing herself for another lonely year at her third high school when her new neighbor Maura gets sick of watching her little brother when she could be partying. Thanks to Maura’s plotting, Lizzie becomes everyone’s new favorite babysitter. Seeing her opportunity, Lizzie breaks her strict parents’ rules and uses Maura’s computer to create a secret Email address and Facebook account. She is quickly friended by Missy, a fellow transfer student as eager for a friend as she is. Things are looking up for Lizzie until Maura’s ex-boyfriend Paul sets his eye on Missy. Caught between her new best friend and the neighbor whose friendship promises instant popularity, Lizzie doesn’t know what to do—because she’s fallen for Paul, too.
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EXCERPT:


I like the makeup better when I put it on myself. I apply it more lightly than they had, so it looks more natural. Try as I might, I’m not very handy at hairstyling, though. I can’t seem to tease the roots as Katherine instructed, and I have no luck with the up-dos they showed me. In the end, Katherine produces a small set of scissors and, while I hold my breath, trims some fringy bangs and layers, which we iron flat into a funky style. When we’re done, I don’t look like me, but I look sort of good. And good thing, too, because all the little pieces she cut are never going to fit into a ponytail.

“See,” Maura says. “That wasn’t so hard.”

“Maybe we should come raid your closet and see what we can do with that,” Katherine says, laughing smugly. She has gotten a little friendlier as the day has gone on. When I let her cut my hair, I think that sealed the deal. She is willing to at least consider extending friendship to me.

“You won’t find much interesting in my closet,” I say.

“What, no secrets?” Maura asks, suddenly turning our conversation away from the safe realm of appearances. My heart pounds. I’m not ready for this kind of conversation. Is this where they turn on me?

“No,” I say. “No cute clothes or skeletons.”

“How disappointing,” Maura says. “I thought there was a wild child in you that we had yet to uncover.”

“You’ve met my parents. They don’t allow much for wildness.”

“Exactly. Kids with strict parents are usually the ones who let it all out when they step outside their parents’ grasp.”

“I guess I’m still pretty much within their grasp,” I say.

Maura makes a tsk sound. “I thought for sure there was more to you, Lizzie,” she says.

I shrug. I wish there was more to me, too.


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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Diane Vanaskie Mulligan began writing Watch Me Disappear during an after-school writing club she moderates for high school students. This is her first novel. She holds a BA in American Studies from Mount Holyoke College and a Master’s degree in teaching from Simmons College. When she isn’t teaching or writing, she’s the managing editor at The Worcester Review and the director of The Betty Curtis Worcester County Young Writers’ Conference.  You can also find her occasionally strumming her guitar and singing at various bars in central Massachusetts, where she lives with her husband.


Connect with Diane:

Website: www.dvmulligan.com

Twitter: www.twitter.com/dmvanask

Facebook: www.facebook.com/DianeVMulligan

Goodreads: www.goodreads.com/dmvanask

Linkedin: www.linkedin.com/pub/diane-mulligan/53/839/124

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Sunday, November 18, 2012

Thanksgiving



     My favorite time of the day is early morning. When I’m the first one up and the house is quiet. The stillness is peaceful and renewing. This morning I enjoyed the Oregon rain tapping on the roof. I couldn’t ask for a better start to my day. You probally have to be a native Oregonian to understand this one.
     Next Thursday is Thanksgiving Day, a time for family and eating rich food. A day to remember all the things we’re thankful for besides the food. Good health and family are always the first things which come to mind. However, there are days with too much stress or too many bills in the mail it's hard to give thanks. So I think of three things I’m thankful for. No, family and good health don’t count.
     Our days are full of small moments which make up the sum of the whole so I think of small or trivial things. Lip balm, the smile from a complete stranger or the conversation between a father and his young daugther.
     Lip balm doesn't need a lot of explaining. It's one of those cosmetic items I'm addicted to.
     My day job is a magazine merchandiser so I spend a lot of time in grocery stores. Customers are not always the happiest of people especially this time of year. I've worked at one store for some time now when I realized every Monday an older man came through my department and said 'hi'. One day he said the highlight of his day was seeing me. And I realize he too is the bright spot of my Monday's. We don't know each other but our short conversations and his smile makes my day happier.
     One day I over-heared a comical conversation between a father and his young daughter. Working in retail I hear a lot of conversations, many I wish I hadn't heard. The father and daughter's comical exchange makes me smile everytime I think of them. Their conversation will be in my May Day '13 novella.
     This Thanksgiving remember the small things as well as the obvious. Happy Thanksgiving.

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Saturday Cliffhanger

 

Saturday Cliffhanger from The Look of Love by Rosemary Indra

      She finished her preparations then handed him a ceramic mug. He hadn't paid attention to what she'd been fixing. Now he looked down at the ceramic mug of hot chocolate. This wasn't what he had in mind when she said she'd get him a drink. He wanted something strong enough to burn going down and dull his senses, not warm milk. Hot chocolate was for little children. The mug warmed his hand and he felt oddly comforted by the feeling.
      She motioned for him to go into the living room and he followed her suggestion without question. "Drink up," Penny instructed after they sat down on the couch.
      Silence fell between them. She seemed to know what he needed more than he did. Quietly she reached out and held his hand. In the stillness his raw and tangled nerves gradually relaxed.
      Dubiously, he drank some of the warm flavored milk. He couldn't remember the last time he had hot chocolate. Campouts, cold winter nights and childhood came to mind. Without a word, he finished the drink.
      Penny persuaded him to lie down and put his head on her lap. Her slender fingers stoked his neck and shoulders. "Was there a chaplain on the scene?"
      "Yes. Rod Thompson." He moaned softly when her fingers combed through his hair. "And he was at the station after we cleaned up."
      "Did you talk to him?" her voice was as soft as a caress.
      "Briefly."
      Most fire departments had a chaplain to counsel family and firefighters after a severe accident or death. Only tonight the chaplain didn't give the reassurance Scott needed.
      Penny's fingers combed his hair and for the first time that evening he could feel the tension in his shoulders relax. "Do you want to talk about it?"
      For the second time in an hour he felt tears threaten, a single tear rolled down his cheek. He felt vulnerable.
      "A young woman crossed the center line while she was on the phone. Head on. She was..." Tears tightened his throat. He took a jarring breath then continued, "...killed out right."
      He knew he wasn't supposed to discuss the accident but he needed to release some of the burden; some of the horror, which he'd witnesses earlier.
      "The woman looked a lot like you. I needed to see you. Your are the only one who could comfort me." The tension started to release and tears formed in his eyes then streaked down his face. He left the moisture unchecked on his face again.
      Her hands caressed his neck and shoulders and his eyelides became heavy. Scott closed his eyes again and this time the images weren't as vivid as before. The comforting darkness of sleep overtook him.
      "I love you." Penny's tender works were the last thing he heard.

Friday, November 16, 2012

The Look of Love

Excerpt from The Look of Love
         Scott walked into the bathroom to fill a warm bath for Penny. The tiny room smelled of her floral perfume. He felt as if she’d wrapped her arms around him welcoming him home.
         The first thing he noticed when he entered the room was her panties. Satin undies lay across every towel bar in the room. Colorful. Shiny. And sexy as hell. He could feel the hot flush in his jeans.
        He opened the shower curtain to discover a clothesline strung the length of the tub, also full of unmentionables. The fabric felt smooth in his hand and he started to wonder how the satin would feel against her soft skin.
       Her panties felt soft and sensual when he removed them from the line. Scott had never thought of Penny’s underwear before but now he’d glimpsed the simmering colors, he’d never be able to look her in the eye without thinking of her sexy panties and wonder what color she wore under her clothes.
            He ignored the soft fabric and concentrated on filling the tub for her with warm water. He added some bath salt from a bottle on the tubs edge.
            “You know I can fix my own bath,” she said at the doorway.
            He jumped at the sound of her gentle voice.
            “I’m sorry. I forgot they were in here.” With the crutches under her arms, she reached out for her underwear.
            “How are you going to carry them with your crutches? Where would you like them?” He kept his gaze locked with hers hoping to hide the effect her personal apparel had on him.
            “Just toss them on my bed.”
            He stifled a groan at the thought of Penny’s lingerie on her bed.
            “Scott.” At the sound of her voice he quickly grabbed the last pair of panties and stuffed them under his arm. With the quick movement, colorful wisps of satin fluttered to the floor. He bent over and picked up her garments, trying to look nonchalant but he could feel his face warm with discomfort.
            “You really need another bathroom. Then your personal items aren’t out in public where anyone could see them,” his voice was husky with frustration.
            “Scott, I live alone,” she stated shortly. “Very few people see my house let alone my bathroom. So I wouldn’t call this out in public.” She gestured the scope of the room with her hands.

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Fess Up Muse: What Were You Doing Last Week?


It's A Small World:
All Lit Up For Christmas.

It's check in day at the Rogues Angels blog. 

Time to pay the piper! How did you do?

This is the Rogue's Angels weekly check-in. Every Thursday we encourage the Angels and visitors to let us know how their writing is going.


How well are you doing?

Had problems this week? That's ok. Just sit down this coming week and write. Whatever you do, don't let difficulties from the week before get in your way this week.

Every word is one word closer to the finished product.

I didn't write anything last week but I shot well over 500 pictures. I spent 8 days in Anaheim, 6 of them in the Disney Land and California Adventures Park. Now it's back to work and finishing Highland Miracles.

Had a great week? Keep it up, the momentum is on your side.


Wednesday, November 14, 2012

We vampires do not make easy prey.

Please welcome Matthew D. Ryan author of Drasmyr.



Matthew will be awarding a set of metal miniatures: 3 Nosferatu Vampires (US only) to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour. Please leave a comment for the author.




Drasmyr
by Matthew D. Ryan

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BLURB:

We vampires do not make easy prey. Our weaknesses are few, our strengths many. Fear is something we do not know, and death but a distant memory. So tread softly, pray to your god, and gird yourself with silver when the moons arise and night’s dark prince awakens. We fear not the wizard, nor the warrior, neither rogue, nor priest; our strength is timeless, drawn from darkness and we know no master save the hot lust of our unending hunger. We long for blood, your blood and no blade, nor spell, nor clever artifice, can keep us long from our prize. Feel our teeth at your throat, your life ebb from you, and know as darkness comes to claim you that the price of your folly is your everlasting soul.
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In Drisdak, the city on the Sea of Sorrows, the citizens have much to dread. Unease and foreboding has always been associated with the local wizards guild; peasants have an innate distrust of magic and those who use it. But now, something else is on the rise. A mysterious fire at the guild has left two men dead and a third missing. A small matter, you say? Well, one of those men was the guild master, and his successor wants to know what happened to him. Enter Coragan of Esperia, the renowned bounty hunter. If anyone can unravel this mess he can. But is even he prepared to challenge the horrible evil that lurks at the heart of the mystery? An ancient vampire by the name of Lucian val Drasmyr.

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EXCERPT:

There’s a woman in chain mail standing across the room from me; her sword is leveled at my chest. I can smell the enchantment on the blade, it’s a strong one; maybe even strong enough to cause me harm. Still, I’m not too concerned; it’s at least a ten foot lunge and I know I move faster than she does. Indeed, she’s the one who is looking worried. My display of strength and the death of her comrade have shaken her resolve.
           
She’s got a pretty face, flushed with excitement but strong and in control. It is her neck that really draws me, though, so soft and inviting, filled with the warm blood I desire. The curve of her flesh glistens, waiting for a well-placed gentle kiss.

She’s breathing rapidly now, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Her trek up through the castle has sapped much of her strength. And the fear she feels is naked in her eyes. Now, she’s getting ready to pounce, just a little too much tension in her stance, her eyes just a little too focused. She couldn’t give me more warning if she were to ask my permission first.
           
She moves in with remarkable speed, her blade striking out like a serpent’s tongue. Even winded, she still manages to cut my cape, then prances away with her back toward the wall, ready for anything. Anything, except me.


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AUTHOR Bio and Links:


Matthew D. Ryan is a published author living in upstate New York on the shores of Lake Champlain. He has a background in philosophy, mathematics, and computer science. He also has a black belt in the martial arts and studies yoga. He has been deeply involved in the fantasy genre for most of his life as a reader, writer, and game designer. He believes he saw the legendary Lake Champlain Monster (a.k.a Champy) once and he has a cat named Confucius.

Author’s Smashwords Page: http://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/matthewdryan
Author’s Book Page: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/131156
Author’s Blog: http://www.atoasttodragons.com
Author’s Facebook Page: http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000038781652
Author’s Twitter Handle: @MatthewDRyan1
Author’s Goodreads Page: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/579148.Matthew_D_Ryan
Author’s Shelfari Page: http://www.shelfari.com/matthewdryan/shelf

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