LIFE AFTER THE UNDEAD
by Pembroke Sinclair
Pembroke (female) presents us with an apocalyptic future replete with zombies. Nothing like a good zombie fest to keep you up all night.
(Q) Thank you for joining us today. Before we begin, please tell our readers where they can find you.
I have a blog at http://pembrokesinclair.blogspot.com/ and I’m on Facebook.
(Q) Tell everyone a bit about your books including buy links.
My first book, Coming from Nowhere, is a sci fi story that centers on JD, who does not have a past--at least not one that she can remember--and that makes living life on Mars challenging.
With nowhere to go, she is sent to the local military academy where she is trained to become a member of the elite secret police. While there, she becomes a pawn in Roger’s struggle for military dominance and Chris’s rebellion to overthrow the military regime.
She supposedly holds a secret that will change the face of the soldier, but, unfortunately, she doesn’t know what that secret is. Her only desire is to find the truth of her existence, and finds herself thrust into a realm where the truth of her past and present is more horrific than she ever imagined.
You can purchase the book at ETreasures Publishing.
My second book, Life After the Undead, a YA zombie novel, is about the zombie apocalypse.
The world has come to an end. It doesn’t go out with a bang, or even a whimper. It goes out in an orgy of blood and the dead rising from their graves to feast on living flesh. As democracy crumples and the world melts into anarchy, five families in the U.S. rise to protect the survivors. The undead hate a humid environment, so they are migrating westward to escape its deteriorating effects. The survivors are constructing a wall in North Platte to keep the zombie threat to the west, while tyranny rules among the humans to the east. Capable but naïve Krista is 15 when the first attacks occur, and she loses her family and barely escapes with her life. She makes her way to the wall and begins a new life. But, as the undead threat grows and dictators brainwash those she cares about, Krista must fight not only to survive but also to defend everything she holds dear—her country, her freedom, and ultimately those she loves.
You can purchase it at ETreasures Publishing.
I also have several short stories available from different places. Check out my blog for a list of those.
(Q) Where did the concept for the book (or books) come about?
The concept for Life After the Undead started as a dream. From there, I wrote a short story, then a novel. After sending it to various agents, one suggested I transform it into a YA novel, and that’s how I have this version.
(Q) How long did it take you to finish, from concept to final product?
Close to 18 months. The original story took 3 months for the first draft, then the rest of the time was spent editing.
(Q) Which authors have most influenced your own writing?
Several authors have influenced my writing, including Piers Anthony, Christopher Pike, Kurt Vonnegut, Jr., and Robert A. Heinlein.
(Q) What do you do for fun other than writing?
I don’t have a lot of spare time, so most of my fun is entertaining my 4 year old and 2 year old.
(Q) Do you have any favorite place where you feel your Muse is more apt to come and play while you write? Or perhaps you listen to music? If so, what do you listen to?
Not really. My Muse hits me when she hits me. I used to listen to music when I wrote, but now I find it distracting. I like to have absolute silence, something I don’t get often! Usually, though, the TV is my background noise.
(Q) Do you secretly want to write another genre, but don't think you can do it?
I secretly want to write romance, and have made a couple of attempts at it, but I’m not very good. I might continue to make attempts, but who knows!
(Q) Plotter or pantser?
I’m both. I like to have a general idea of what my characters are going to do, but I also like to let them take me where they want to go.
(Q) What are your writing strengths? Weaknesses?
I think I’m good at writing dialogue. I pay a lot of attention to how people talk and interact with one another, and I try to portray that on the page.
I’m a passive writer. I don’t know why, but I constantly have to go back and fix my passive writing. Sometimes, I don’t catch it, then the editor has to fix it. I don’t think that make them very happy!
(Q) Do you have any new projects that you are working on? If so, what are they? (optional if you don't have a WIP to talk about)
Currently, I’m doing edits to a religious zombie novella that is scheduled for publication at the end of November beginning of December. I’m working on a short zombie story, and anxiously awaiting edits on my nonfiction book. Some time in there, I would like to finish the sequel to Life After the Undead, too.
(Q) What do you do to market your work? How did you start and where do you learn to market?
I have a pretty good idea of how to market. I do blog tours, post on my own blog, have a presence on Facebook, and have reviewers look at my work. I’ve networked with others in my genres (and sometimes outside), and try to give reviews of friends books, hoping they will repay the favor. I go to conferences and workshops, and try to set up readings/signings. I also create key chains and brochures to hand out to people wherever I am. I’ve also had the local paper do a story about me.
I learned to market by reading about what others have done. Even with limited time and a meager budget, I’m able to do some things!
(Q) How about an excerpt to tantalize the readers?
CHAPTER 1
I will never understand peoples’ fascination with the apocalypse. Why would you waste so much time and energy worrying about something you can’t change? Besides, most of the time, it never comes to fruition anyway. Remember Y2K? What a hullabaloo that was. People were so afraid computers were going to fail and throw society back into the Dark Ages that they were stockpiling supplies and moving into the wilderness so they could get away from technology. Why would they move to the wilderness? If technology was going to fail, wouldn’t they be just as safe in a city? I guess they were afraid when technology failed, everyone would go crazy and start killing each other. Either way, it didn’t happen. I wonder how those people felt afterward.
Then, there was the whole 2012 scare. This one was supposedly based on ancient prediction, so you know it was reliable. Are you kidding? Even the Mayans didn’t believe their own ancestors’ “vision.” What happened was there had been a tablet that had the Mayan calendar carved into it. The end was broken and faded, so no one knew what it said. Our culture, being the pessimistic lot that we are, automatically assumed it was an end-of-the-world warning. But, again, nothing happened on December 21, 2012. Christmas came and went, and I think everyone, everywhere, even the skeptics, had a little something more to be thankful for. Life went on as usual, and all those doomsayers faded into obscurity.
The day the world did end was pretty nondescript. By that I mean there was no nuclear explosion or asteroid or monumental natural disaster. There weren’t even any horseman or plagues to announce the end was coming. The world ended fairly quietly. I couldn’t even give you a date because it happened at different times depending on where you were. It was never predicted, and I’m sure a scenario that no one even considered. Who really thinks the dead are going to rise from the grave and destroy the majority of the population? No one but Hollywood, and we all know those are just movies. But that is exactly what happened. Those of us that survived were left wide-eyed, mouth agape, trying to figure out what to do next.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Yes, I Do Have Published Books
In Q-and-As for guesting on others' blogs, occasionally I'm asked if I have any other published books. Well, you can click on the Published Books tab above on this blog to find out. But I know that much of a blog doesn't show up if you're reading posts through a feed. I use Google Reader myself to keep up on new posts. So, if you're using such a read, I thought it worth a post to reiterate my published work. I'm using the Amazon links because it's a neat way to show titles and covers. So here are the Kindle links:
Missing, Assumed Dead
Amazon Kindle
MuseItUp Publishing
Mixed Bag II: Supersized
Mixed Bag
The Tales of Abu Nuwas
Ultimate Duty
Eternal Press, November 7, 2010
Tales of a Texas Boy
First Duty
Quest for the Simurgh
Eagle Quest
Missing, Assumed Dead
Amazon Kindle
MuseItUp Publishing
Mixed Bag II: Supersized
Mixed Bag
The Tales of Abu Nuwas
Ultimate Duty
Eternal Press, November 7, 2010
Tales of a Texas Boy
First Duty
Quest for the Simurgh
Eagle Quest
Friday, September 23, 2011
Kim Baccellia - Crossed Out
CROSSED OUT
by Kim Baccellia
About the author:
Kim Baccellia has always been a sucker for the paranormal. She blames it on her families' love for such things such as having picnics at cemeteries, visiting psychics, and reading her mother's copies of the daily horoscope. She even had her own horoscope column in middle school, which was a big hit!
Kim's YA multicultural fantasy, Earrings of Ixtumea, will be re-released March 2012 with Muse It Up publishing. Her lighter YA fantasy No Goddesses Allowed will be released early 2012 with Zumaya Publishing.
A member of SCBWI, Kim is currently writing the sequel to Crossed Out. She's also putting the finishing touches on a YA multicultural dystopia. She lives in Southern California with her husband and son.
Excerpt:
I couldn’t deal with Mom and her holier-than-thou attitude about decorating crosses. If she had any clue why I needed to do this, maybe she’d back off. I pushed my hair aside and looked down at the wooden beams. My box of paints and Sharpie pens lay close to my side. I had to get the design just right. Roses, or something plainer? It didn’t help that it was so cold in the garage.
Why was it so hard to help the dead go to the other side? It’d be a whole lot easier if they told me what they wanted on their crosses. Dead girl comes, asks for help, and tells me she’s into pink roses. Yes, that would make my job a lot easier.
But one thing I’ve learned is, life isn’t easy. Cliché, but true.
Figures, this was how I’d spend my time on a Saturday – sitting cross-legged on the floor in our garage, worrying about finishing a cross for some dead girl. In a few hours, Mom would drag me to Mrs. Swanson’s house for a sleepover. I didn’t really have time to decorate a cross.
And each time I tried to sketch, thoughts of the meeting drove any thought of the design out of my mind. I mean, how could I even think of helping others – albeit dead ones – when my own life was such a disaster?
I didn’t want to go. But Mom was using the whole sleepover as a way to get me to be around Hillary, whom she thought would be such a good example for me. But I couldn’t tell my mother the truth – I hated Hillary. Yes, we’d once been close, but it wasn’t as if we were BFF anymore. No, Hillary made sure of that when I’d been stupid enough to trust her with my secret. A secret that was better left hidden. No one believed the dead could talk to you.
According to my last counselor, the only way that could happen is through serious Steven Spielberg special effects.
When I admitted to seeing one of my dead friends, he didn’t freak. No, he did something worse. He ended up suggesting to my parents that I needed to see a counselor – for serious psychological help. I mean, only crazy people see the dead.
And, I hate to say this, but his anti-anxiety and antidepressants don’t keep them away. Sometimes I wished the drug cocktail could just erase them. It sure would make my life a lot easier.
Sighing, I decided to go with pink roses. What girl didn’t like pink?
A sudden coldness permeated the garage. Jeez, did Dad forget to close the back door again?
I pulled my hoodie tighter. Working in near darkness was bad enough without the drop in temperature.
Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh.
I dropped my black Sharpie.
Over in the corner of the garage loose papers and dust whirled around – a funnel growing larger and larger.
A light shone next to Mom’s holiday plastic boxes, illuminating some Christmas ornaments, tinsel, and wrapping paper.
“Stephanie…careful….”
The childish voice grew louder. A chill went up my back. I know that voice!
I blinked once and when I opened my eyes I saw the girl. Her long dirty blond hair was clumped into two pigtails, and her bikini top and cut-off Levis brought back memories of the YMCA pool three years ago where I’d spent my summers.
Allison!
Omigod! I pushed the wooden cross aside. A tingling sensation burned through my whole body. Once I helped a dead person cross over, that was supposed to end the whole rescue scenario. The bright light appeared and poof! Well, not this time.
I scooted away, over the rough, cold pavement. This didn’t make sense. Though I was used to visits from the “other” side, having Allison reappear scared me. I didn’t know what to do.
“Allison, why are you here?” My voice broke.
She took a step toward me. Her lips trembled.
“Careful…danger….”
Danger? Did that mean her murderer was out of prison? Just the thought of that perv touching or killing someone else made me want to hurl.
“No… another….”
Someone else?
“Allison, what are you trying to tell me?” I slowly got up off the ground. “Is the guy who killed you, out?”
Allison shook her head. It still freaked me out how much the dead looked like us, not fuzzy or semi-transparent like they show on TV. The ones I helped still looked the way they had when they’d been killed, complete with all the blood and stuff.
Yet here was Allison. She should be in Heaven singing in one of those heavenly choirs Mom always talked about.
I bit my hangnail, ripping it off. I couldn’t deal with this. Not now.
“Careful….”
The wind picked up, tossing loose papers everywhere. None of this affected Allison.
I had so many questions to ask her. I missed her. I knew she’d understand me, even when others – including my mom – were clueless.
“Allison, what’s it like to be...?”
The wind howled drowning out her answer.
And just as quickly, Allison left.
I felt as if something had punched me in the stomach. I pushed back the sickness threatening to escape. What was going on? But even worse, I didn’t know what to do. One thing had been made perfectly clear. The rules had all changed and no one bothered to give me the new players’ guide.
by Kim Baccellia
About the author:
Kim Baccellia has always been a sucker for the paranormal. She blames it on her families' love for such things such as having picnics at cemeteries, visiting psychics, and reading her mother's copies of the daily horoscope. She even had her own horoscope column in middle school, which was a big hit!
Kim's YA multicultural fantasy, Earrings of Ixtumea, will be re-released March 2012 with Muse It Up publishing. Her lighter YA fantasy No Goddesses Allowed will be released early 2012 with Zumaya Publishing.
A member of SCBWI, Kim is currently writing the sequel to Crossed Out. She's also putting the finishing touches on a YA multicultural dystopia. She lives in Southern California with her husband and son.
Crossed Out is available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Fictionwise http://www.fictionwise.com/ and Lachesis Publishing: http://www.lachesispublishing.com/
Excerpt:
I couldn’t deal with Mom and her holier-than-thou attitude about decorating crosses. If she had any clue why I needed to do this, maybe she’d back off. I pushed my hair aside and looked down at the wooden beams. My box of paints and Sharpie pens lay close to my side. I had to get the design just right. Roses, or something plainer? It didn’t help that it was so cold in the garage.
Why was it so hard to help the dead go to the other side? It’d be a whole lot easier if they told me what they wanted on their crosses. Dead girl comes, asks for help, and tells me she’s into pink roses. Yes, that would make my job a lot easier.
But one thing I’ve learned is, life isn’t easy. Cliché, but true.
Figures, this was how I’d spend my time on a Saturday – sitting cross-legged on the floor in our garage, worrying about finishing a cross for some dead girl. In a few hours, Mom would drag me to Mrs. Swanson’s house for a sleepover. I didn’t really have time to decorate a cross.
And each time I tried to sketch, thoughts of the meeting drove any thought of the design out of my mind. I mean, how could I even think of helping others – albeit dead ones – when my own life was such a disaster?
I didn’t want to go. But Mom was using the whole sleepover as a way to get me to be around Hillary, whom she thought would be such a good example for me. But I couldn’t tell my mother the truth – I hated Hillary. Yes, we’d once been close, but it wasn’t as if we were BFF anymore. No, Hillary made sure of that when I’d been stupid enough to trust her with my secret. A secret that was better left hidden. No one believed the dead could talk to you.
According to my last counselor, the only way that could happen is through serious Steven Spielberg special effects.
When I admitted to seeing one of my dead friends, he didn’t freak. No, he did something worse. He ended up suggesting to my parents that I needed to see a counselor – for serious psychological help. I mean, only crazy people see the dead.
And, I hate to say this, but his anti-anxiety and antidepressants don’t keep them away. Sometimes I wished the drug cocktail could just erase them. It sure would make my life a lot easier.
Sighing, I decided to go with pink roses. What girl didn’t like pink?
A sudden coldness permeated the garage. Jeez, did Dad forget to close the back door again?
I pulled my hoodie tighter. Working in near darkness was bad enough without the drop in temperature.
Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh.
I dropped my black Sharpie.
Over in the corner of the garage loose papers and dust whirled around – a funnel growing larger and larger.
A light shone next to Mom’s holiday plastic boxes, illuminating some Christmas ornaments, tinsel, and wrapping paper.
“Stephanie…careful….”
The childish voice grew louder. A chill went up my back. I know that voice!
I blinked once and when I opened my eyes I saw the girl. Her long dirty blond hair was clumped into two pigtails, and her bikini top and cut-off Levis brought back memories of the YMCA pool three years ago where I’d spent my summers.
Allison!
Omigod! I pushed the wooden cross aside. A tingling sensation burned through my whole body. Once I helped a dead person cross over, that was supposed to end the whole rescue scenario. The bright light appeared and poof! Well, not this time.
I scooted away, over the rough, cold pavement. This didn’t make sense. Though I was used to visits from the “other” side, having Allison reappear scared me. I didn’t know what to do.
“Allison, why are you here?” My voice broke.
She took a step toward me. Her lips trembled.
“Careful…danger….”
Danger? Did that mean her murderer was out of prison? Just the thought of that perv touching or killing someone else made me want to hurl.
“No… another….”
Someone else?
“Allison, what are you trying to tell me?” I slowly got up off the ground. “Is the guy who killed you, out?”
Allison shook her head. It still freaked me out how much the dead looked like us, not fuzzy or semi-transparent like they show on TV. The ones I helped still looked the way they had when they’d been killed, complete with all the blood and stuff.
Yet here was Allison. She should be in Heaven singing in one of those heavenly choirs Mom always talked about.
I bit my hangnail, ripping it off. I couldn’t deal with this. Not now.
“Careful….”
The wind picked up, tossing loose papers everywhere. None of this affected Allison.
I had so many questions to ask her. I missed her. I knew she’d understand me, even when others – including my mom – were clueless.
“Allison, what’s it like to be...?”
The wind howled drowning out her answer.
And just as quickly, Allison left.
I felt as if something had punched me in the stomach. I pushed back the sickness threatening to escape. What was going on? But even worse, I didn’t know what to do. One thing had been made perfectly clear. The rules had all changed and no one bothered to give me the new players’ guide.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Barbara Bockman - Wounds
WOUNDS
A young teen boy struggles with his guilt and the ostracization his actions bring on.
by Barbara Bockman
MuseItUp Publishing
Hello Marva,
It’s nice to see how well the Muse young authors’ blogathon is moving along. I’m happy to be your guest today. Your readers can find me at my blog: http://barbarabockman.wordpress/ and on
Twitter @ babs22582. The buy link to my middle grade novel is: http://bit.ly/pjSEdC
I have been writing stories and articles for children’s magazines, both print and online, for about seven years. I have taken three courses with The Institute of Children’s Literature and I belong to three critique groups. I love to sit at my computer and type away, but even more than that I love spending time with my children and their children. “Family” tops my list of most important things in this world. This past weekend was especially joyful because we were celebrating the birth of Wounds.
I think you can tell by the books listed below who my influences are.
I would like to tell you and your readers about the way I chose the names of my characters for my middle grade novel, Wounds, published by MuseItUp Publishing.
Since there is a strong environmental angle to the story, I decided to use the names of prominent environmentalists for my characters; I mixed up given names and surnames. That applies to most but not to all of them. Mr. Bentley Ark is named for my elementary school principal, Mr. Bentley.
The main character, Craig, the boy who tries to cut down the huge oak tree, is named in honor of one of my favorite children’s authors, Jean Craighead George. I loved her My Side of the Mountain and most especially Who Really Killed Cock Robin?
The girl who starts out not liking Craig is named Carson. She is named for Rachel Carson, the lady who virtually started the ecology movement in the early 60s with Silent Spring, exposing the dangers of the insect killer, DDT. Silent Spring is both beautifully written and alarming.
This is the blurb in my library’s online catalog: "Silent Spring became a runaway bestseller, with international reverberations ... Even if she had not inspired a generation of activists, Carson would prevail as one of the greatest nature writers in American letters" (Peter Matthiessen, for Time's "100 Most Influential People of the Century").
The Ahhochee Hill Sanctuary in North Florida consists of 270 acres of land bequeathed to the Audubon of Florida in 2002 from the late Lisa von Borowsky an advocate for the environment. As the long-time steward of the property, Lisa believed that nature should be left alone to take its own course, resulting in many mature and old growth habitats. Lisa von Borosky is the inspiration for Mrs. Lisa Ark and also for Judge Borosky.
Mr. and Mrs. Ark’s son, Nelson, the sometime-friend of Craig, is named in honor of Gaylord Nelson, the Founder of Earth Day.
Dayton Hyde, the author of Sandy, is the namesake of my representative of the Florida Division of Children and Families, Mrs. Marjorie Dayton. Sandy, The Sandhill Crane Who Joined Our Family is one of the first (maybe, the first) look at how birds imprint and learn to fly by being taught by its “parent.” In Sandy’s case, the parent was Dayton.
On Amazon a fan said: “This is perhaps the best-written book I have ever read.”
Another reviewer said: “What a marvelous book! I laughed out loud when I saw the photographs of the author showing the cranes how to fly. A book for all nature lovers by a most gifted story teller. A book to read and savored and then read aloud. And to think it is nonfiction!”
The “Marjorie” part of her name is derived from Marjorie Stoneman Douglas, a journalist, writer, feminist, and environmentalist known for her staunch defense of the Everglades against efforts to drain it and reclaim land for development.
Mr. Bartram, the hardware store owner, is named for William Bartram who was one of the earliest naturalists when we were still a colony. He wrote an account of his botanical travels through Florida, Georgia, South Carolina, and Tennessee, Travels of William Bartram. One reviewer on Amazon said: “This book was a great achievement in that it was really the first work of American nature writing, and Bartram made a lot of great botanical discoveries during his journeys through the American Southeast.”
Marva, I could go on through almost my whole cast. But that might get tedious. I challenge your readers to guess the inspiration for the arborist, Logan Raxter. And remember, I will give away a PDF copy of Wounds to a lucky commenter when the tour is over.
Thanks again for hosting me on this blog tour and also for getting us started.
Excerpt:
The youth group, K’BeTs, stands for “Kids for a Better Tomorrow.” One of the members is a cute, spunky girl named Carson. In the first excerpt below, the K’BeTs get permission from the forester to help with the tree. The second excerpt takes place after a shelter has been erected around the trunk of the tree, called the ICU.
“That’s a great idea you have there, Nelson,” Carson said.
“You convinced me,” Jean said.
“Yeah,” Shaquan said. “I wish I had thought of it myself. We can build a skateboard ramp for our next service project.”
“Hey,” Carson said, “aren’t you getting ahead of yourself, Shaquan?”
“Now, we’re through arguing,” Jean said. “We’ve all agreed that the tree should be our service project. Let’s go talk it over with Mr. Raxter.”
The K’BeTs rushed down the steps and sprinted over to talk to the tree man. “Hi, Mr. Raxter,” they each said.
“Hello, there, K’BeTs.”
“Mr. Raxter, we want to ask you something,” Shaquan said. “Can we help you with the tree?”
“What he means is,” Carson said, “we want the tree to be our service project.”
“That is,” Jean said, “if there is anything we can do.”
“I’m sure we can find something for you to do. You were a big help to me after Hurricane Daisy.”
Craig was astounded. That bunch had a lot of nerve! The tree was his project. Who invited them? He hobbled over to the tree.
Mr. Raxter seemed pleased with the offer of help from the club. “We’re going to have extra help, Craig,” he said. “And believe me, we’re going to need it.” He didn’t even give Craig a say in the matter. The prospect of working with that bunch of do-gooders put Craig in a glum mood for the rest of the day.
After walking around the tree several times, Mr. Raxter said, “I’ll let you guys know what to do as soon as I figure it out myself. Right now, I need to go to town to get some supplies.”
Mrs. Ark called the young people into the kitchen for lunch. Afterward, she insisted Craig get some rest before any more activity. Craig whistled for Siegfried, and as the two headed for the stairs, Craig heard Carson say, “I can’t see why Siegfried wants to hang around that Craig.”
****
The day after the ICU was completed, the heater arrived. The utility crew laid a special electrical hookup from the road and one of the electricians installed the heat pump. Everyone crowded into the greenhouse to watch Raxter throw the switch--Craig and Siegfried, Mr. and Mrs. Ark, Nelson and Carson. Lately, Carson often came home from school with the boys.
“That heater’s humming like a ’57 Thunderbird crusin’ down the highway,” said Mr. Ark. Everyone laughed.
“Now we’ll see if we can make the tree believe it’s spring,” said Raxter.
After Raxter left, Mrs. Ark called everyone to dinner, inviting Carson along. Craig stayed behind. “I’ll turn out the light,” he said. He wanted to be alone with the tree. It was hard to say what he was feeling, because there were so many thoughts jumbled up in his head. Everyone had big hopes for the tree to survive the trauma. But why had they been put in this position? Why was everyone forced to work so hard? It’s because of me, Craig thought. Oh, I wish I could go back and undo all the damage. And he walked to the tree and put his hands on it the way he had seen Raxter do that first day. He let out a long, loud sigh.
When he turned to go in to dinner, he saw Carson standing in the doorway of the ICU. Her animosity toward him had blown away, and now her eyes held a softness he had not seen before. They exchanged a brief but understanding look before Craig reached up and pulled the chain on the hanging light bulb. Then they walked silently into the house.
A young teen boy struggles with his guilt and the ostracization his actions bring on.
by Barbara Bockman
MuseItUp Publishing
Hello Marva,
It’s nice to see how well the Muse young authors’ blogathon is moving along. I’m happy to be your guest today. Your readers can find me at my blog: http://barbarabockman.wordpress/ and on
Twitter @ babs22582. The buy link to my middle grade novel is: http://bit.ly/pjSEdC
I have been writing stories and articles for children’s magazines, both print and online, for about seven years. I have taken three courses with The Institute of Children’s Literature and I belong to three critique groups. I love to sit at my computer and type away, but even more than that I love spending time with my children and their children. “Family” tops my list of most important things in this world. This past weekend was especially joyful because we were celebrating the birth of Wounds.
I think you can tell by the books listed below who my influences are.
I would like to tell you and your readers about the way I chose the names of my characters for my middle grade novel, Wounds, published by MuseItUp Publishing.
Since there is a strong environmental angle to the story, I decided to use the names of prominent environmentalists for my characters; I mixed up given names and surnames. That applies to most but not to all of them. Mr. Bentley Ark is named for my elementary school principal, Mr. Bentley.
The main character, Craig, the boy who tries to cut down the huge oak tree, is named in honor of one of my favorite children’s authors, Jean Craighead George. I loved her My Side of the Mountain and most especially Who Really Killed Cock Robin?
The girl who starts out not liking Craig is named Carson. She is named for Rachel Carson, the lady who virtually started the ecology movement in the early 60s with Silent Spring, exposing the dangers of the insect killer, DDT. Silent Spring is both beautifully written and alarming.
This is the blurb in my library’s online catalog: "Silent Spring became a runaway bestseller, with international reverberations ... Even if she had not inspired a generation of activists, Carson would prevail as one of the greatest nature writers in American letters" (Peter Matthiessen, for Time's "100 Most Influential People of the Century").
The Ahhochee Hill Sanctuary in North Florida consists of 270 acres of land bequeathed to the Audubon of Florida in 2002 from the late Lisa von Borowsky an advocate for the environment. As the long-time steward of the property, Lisa believed that nature should be left alone to take its own course, resulting in many mature and old growth habitats. Lisa von Borosky is the inspiration for Mrs. Lisa Ark and also for Judge Borosky.
Mr. and Mrs. Ark’s son, Nelson, the sometime-friend of Craig, is named in honor of Gaylord Nelson, the Founder of Earth Day.
Dayton Hyde, the author of Sandy, is the namesake of my representative of the Florida Division of Children and Families, Mrs. Marjorie Dayton. Sandy, The Sandhill Crane Who Joined Our Family is one of the first (maybe, the first) look at how birds imprint and learn to fly by being taught by its “parent.” In Sandy’s case, the parent was Dayton.
On Amazon a fan said: “This is perhaps the best-written book I have ever read.”
Another reviewer said: “What a marvelous book! I laughed out loud when I saw the photographs of the author showing the cranes how to fly. A book for all nature lovers by a most gifted story teller. A book to read and savored and then read aloud. And to think it is nonfiction!”
The “Marjorie” part of her name is derived from Marjorie Stoneman Douglas, a journalist, writer, feminist, and environmentalist known for her staunch defense of the Everglades against efforts to drain it and reclaim land for development.
Mr. Bartram, the hardware store owner, is named for William Bartram who was one of the earliest naturalists when we were still a colony. He wrote an account of his botanical travels through Florida, Georgia, South Carolina, and Tennessee, Travels of William Bartram. One reviewer on Amazon said: “This book was a great achievement in that it was really the first work of American nature writing, and Bartram made a lot of great botanical discoveries during his journeys through the American Southeast.”
Marva, I could go on through almost my whole cast. But that might get tedious. I challenge your readers to guess the inspiration for the arborist, Logan Raxter. And remember, I will give away a PDF copy of Wounds to a lucky commenter when the tour is over.
Thanks again for hosting me on this blog tour and also for getting us started.
Excerpt:
The youth group, K’BeTs, stands for “Kids for a Better Tomorrow.” One of the members is a cute, spunky girl named Carson. In the first excerpt below, the K’BeTs get permission from the forester to help with the tree. The second excerpt takes place after a shelter has been erected around the trunk of the tree, called the ICU.
“That’s a great idea you have there, Nelson,” Carson said.
“You convinced me,” Jean said.
“Yeah,” Shaquan said. “I wish I had thought of it myself. We can build a skateboard ramp for our next service project.”
“Hey,” Carson said, “aren’t you getting ahead of yourself, Shaquan?”
“Now, we’re through arguing,” Jean said. “We’ve all agreed that the tree should be our service project. Let’s go talk it over with Mr. Raxter.”
The K’BeTs rushed down the steps and sprinted over to talk to the tree man. “Hi, Mr. Raxter,” they each said.
“Hello, there, K’BeTs.”
“Mr. Raxter, we want to ask you something,” Shaquan said. “Can we help you with the tree?”
“What he means is,” Carson said, “we want the tree to be our service project.”
“That is,” Jean said, “if there is anything we can do.”
“I’m sure we can find something for you to do. You were a big help to me after Hurricane Daisy.”
Craig was astounded. That bunch had a lot of nerve! The tree was his project. Who invited them? He hobbled over to the tree.
Mr. Raxter seemed pleased with the offer of help from the club. “We’re going to have extra help, Craig,” he said. “And believe me, we’re going to need it.” He didn’t even give Craig a say in the matter. The prospect of working with that bunch of do-gooders put Craig in a glum mood for the rest of the day.
After walking around the tree several times, Mr. Raxter said, “I’ll let you guys know what to do as soon as I figure it out myself. Right now, I need to go to town to get some supplies.”
Mrs. Ark called the young people into the kitchen for lunch. Afterward, she insisted Craig get some rest before any more activity. Craig whistled for Siegfried, and as the two headed for the stairs, Craig heard Carson say, “I can’t see why Siegfried wants to hang around that Craig.”
****
The day after the ICU was completed, the heater arrived. The utility crew laid a special electrical hookup from the road and one of the electricians installed the heat pump. Everyone crowded into the greenhouse to watch Raxter throw the switch--Craig and Siegfried, Mr. and Mrs. Ark, Nelson and Carson. Lately, Carson often came home from school with the boys.
“That heater’s humming like a ’57 Thunderbird crusin’ down the highway,” said Mr. Ark. Everyone laughed.
“Now we’ll see if we can make the tree believe it’s spring,” said Raxter.
After Raxter left, Mrs. Ark called everyone to dinner, inviting Carson along. Craig stayed behind. “I’ll turn out the light,” he said. He wanted to be alone with the tree. It was hard to say what he was feeling, because there were so many thoughts jumbled up in his head. Everyone had big hopes for the tree to survive the trauma. But why had they been put in this position? Why was everyone forced to work so hard? It’s because of me, Craig thought. Oh, I wish I could go back and undo all the damage. And he walked to the tree and put his hands on it the way he had seen Raxter do that first day. He let out a long, loud sigh.
When he turned to go in to dinner, he saw Carson standing in the doorway of the ICU. Her animosity toward him had blown away, and now her eyes held a softness he had not seen before. They exchanged a brief but understanding look before Craig reached up and pulled the chain on the hanging light bulb. Then they walked silently into the house.
Monday, September 19, 2011
MG/YA Blogathon Schedule 9/19-21
EXTRA! My murder mystery is featured at Blackwood's Forest. Though a bit more adult, it's quite suitable for the YA audience.
9/19
Barbara Ehrentreu - “If I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor” on Barbara Bockman
Barbara Bockman - “Wounds” on Barbara Ehrentreu
Rebecca Ryals Russell - “Prophecy” on Pembroke Sinclair
Shellie Neumeier - “Driven” on C.K. Volnek
9/20
Shellie Neumeier - “Driven” on Barbara Bockman
Barbara Ehrentreu - “If I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor” on Shellie Neumeier
Rebecca Ryals Russell - “Prophecy” on Sue Perkins
Sue Perkins - “Spirit Stealer” on Meradeth Houston
Lawna Mackie - “Enchantment” on C.K. Volnek
9/21
Rebecca Ryals Russell - “Prophecy” on Barbara Bockman
Barbara Bockman - “Wounds” on Marva Dasef
Shellie Neumeier - “Driven” on Pembroke Sinclair
C.K. Volnek - “Ghost Dog of Roanoke” on Chris Verstraete
Barbara Ehrentreu - "If I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor" on Sue Perkins
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Sue Perkins - Spirit Stealer
SPIRIT STEALER
Today, I interview Sue Perkins about her upcoming release from MuseItUp Publishing.
INTERVIEW
Thank you for inviting me to your blog, Marva. I'm having great fun with the MuseItUp MG/YA blog tour.
(Q) Thank you for joining us today. Before we begin, please tell our readers where they can find you.
I can be found mainly on my blog http://sueperkinsauthor.blogspot.com/ but information for individual books are on my website http://www.sueperkinsauthor.com/.
(Q) Tell everyone a bit about your books including buy links.
Links to my books can be found on my website. Unfortunately the link for my MuseItUp Publishing release Spirit Stealer isn't up yet. Spirit Stealer will be released in October and is for Middle Grade readers.
Fader, an orphan, takes refuge from the weather and sleeps in the library. As the weeks pass he begins to hear noises. Playful phantoms emerge from the bookshelves, but then the Spirit Stealer takes over the nighttime library, stealing the spirits of all who stay after the library has closed.
(Q) Where did the concept for the book (or books) come about?
On a way to a friend who lived in the country, I got lost. The night was pitch black, no streetlights out in the wilds of New Zealand. I began to think of what the darkness could hide. By the time I reached my friend's house I had the first chapter of the book worked out in my mind.
(Q) How long did it take you to finish, from concept to final product?
Some years. I wrote the middle part and sent it off to a competition. The response came back - too short. Other projects took up my time but eventually I came back to Spirit Stealer and wrote a beginning and an end. I looked around for a publisher and found MuseItUp. I knew from the start it was the home for my book. Lucky for me the submissions editor agreed with me.
(Q) Which authors have most influenced your own writing?
Several fantasy authors have influenced me. I love books about dragons so Anne McCaffrey is definitely a favorite. Others are David Eddings and Terry Pratchett. I do like the Harry Potter books but more as an enjoyable read rather than an influence.
(Q) What do you do for fun other than writing?
I love Zumba. Fitness and fun has got to be good, right? Other hobbies are reading and family history. My family history research has had to take a back seat this year due to writing commitments.
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I have a Stressless chair which is my place to write. I can write without being distracted by the things around me. I don't particularly like music playing in the background. The only thing that irritates me when I'm writing is when someone talks to me, usually when the words are flowing. Trouble is they expect an answer.
(Q) Do you secretly want to write another genre, but don't think you can do it?
I'd love to write Regency, but there's a lot of research involved and that isn't my strong point. I like to get on with the story, not keep stopping to check things. That's why I think I can't write this genre.
(Q) Plotter or pantser?
Oh definitely a pantser. I find if I plot a story it loses it's sparkle. Plus I'm never sure where the story is going. My characters usually take over and steer the direction of the story.
(Q) Coffee or tea?
Coffee. I cannot stand tea which is strange as I come originally from England where tea is the main drink. I don't drink a lot of coffee, maybe one or two cups a day, plus it's usually decaffeinated so I believe that's not too bad.
(Q) Do you have any new projects that you are working on? If so, what are they? (optional if you don't have a WIP to talk about)
I have several at the moment. Two adult fantasies, a Middle Grade fantasy and a Young Adult fantasy. The YA is about dragons and is a sequel to a novel that's being released in January 2012. The Middle Grade is a similar style to Spirit Stealer but a different setting. The two adult fantasies are set in worlds of my own making.
(Q) What do you do to market your work? How did you start and where do you learn to market?
I find marketing difficult. Not the actual process, but the time it takes. My writing has taken a back seat over the last few months due to editing and marketing. I try to get my name recognized by taking part in blog tours, and several writing lists on Yahoo. My blog stats reflect when I've done a promotion. I recently did an advert in the trade paper I work for and people visiting my blog trebled for about a week. Advertising seems to work for me.
(Q) How about an excerpt to tantalize the readers?
Fader ran. Panic lent speed to his feet, but a glance over his shoulder showed the spirit stealer reaching for him. Could he outrun the phantom now it had become so strong?
He slowed down as he felt a touch on his back. A pain began in his chest, and he knew the phantom pulled at his spirit. He tried to tear himself away. The harder he struggled, the stronger the pain. Fader closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. He gathered all his strength and lunged forward. A loud snap echoed in his head as he shot forward, released at last.
Praying the spirit stealer still couldn’t get to the front of the library, Fader fled. He arrived at the storeroom and hid, not daring to move or sleep. Hunched up in a corner, he stayed there for the rest of the night.
Next morning, Fader stretched up to the window. He’d made up his mind. Books or no books, he couldn’t face the danger of the library. He wouldn’t be back. His calmness transformed into horror as he groped for the latch. His hand went straight through the metal!
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Here are links to Sue's books on Amazon.
Friday, September 16, 2011
September MG/YA Blogathon 9/16-9/18
Note: I'm guesting on Lydia Kang's blog today (9/16). Please visit The Word is My Oyster.
I'm guesting on S.B. Knight's blog tomorrow (9/17). Please visit The New Author Blogspot. I answer questions about "Missing, Assumed Dead," my murder mystery set in the eastern Oregon High Desert.
September 16th is book release day for three of our authors. All our MuseItUp releases. Special congratulations to:
Barbara Bockman - Wounds
Barbara Ehrentreu - If I Could Be like Jennifer Taylor
Rebecca Ryals Russell - Prophecy
9/16
Lawna Mackie - “Enchantment” on Barbara Bockman
Shellie Neumeier - “Driven” on Barbara Ehrentreu
Chris Verstraete - “Killer Valentine Ball” on Rebecca Ryals Russell
Sue Perkins - “Spirit Stealer” on Pembroke Sinclair
Rebecca Ryals Russell - “Prophecy” on Meradeth Houston
Kim Baccellia - “Crossed Out” on C.K. Volnek
9/17
Pembroke Sinclair - “Life After the Undead” on Barbara Bockman
Marva Dasef - “Bad Spelling” on Sue Perkins
Shellie Neumeier - “Driven” on Chris Verstraete
9/18
Sue Perkins - “Spirit Stealer” on Marva Dasef
Marva Dasef - “Bad Spelling” on Shellie Neumeier
Shellie Neumeier - “Driven” on Rebecca Ryals Russell
Barbara Ehrentreu - “If I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor” on Pembroke Sinclair
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Shellie Neumeier - Driven
DRIVENby Shellie Neumeier
Robyn can’t help but notice the handsome new guy at her school. She ignores, however, the arrival of another being at Brookfield Central High School—a demon assigned to destroy her.
WHAT OTHERS ARE SAYING ABOUT Driven
Driven is a new take on the age old battle of good versus evil. Gripping from the first page, this is one book you won't want to put down. --Leanna Kay, co-creator of www.samiesisters.com - a place for Christian girls to grow in faith.
Driven is a breathtaking book of tension, intrigue, and heartwarming emotion. From the moment I began to read until the very last word, I couldn't put it aside. It held me enthralled! --Lindsay Below, author of Head Over Hand-Bought Heels
ABOUT Shellie Neumeier
Contact Links:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001729933656
Twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/shellie_c
Website: http://shellieneumeier.com/
Booktrailer: http://youtu.be/D0iUtvrC_PU
Married for almost 20 years, Shellie and her husband have four wonderful children and two goofy greyhounds. After receiving her undergraduate degree in Secondary Education from the University of Wisconsin—Madison, she went on to acquire an early childhood education certificate. Shellie also served in youth, children’s, special needs and family ministries for over twenty-two years.
Today she enjoys teaching her teens how to drive and chauffeuring her preteens across the Wisconsin countryside. And once in a while, she enjoys reading a classic tale or new suspense. In addition to writing fiction, Shellie is an avid blogger on her site http://shellieneumeier.com/ and several others including http://samiesisters.com/ , http://www.suite101.com/.com , and http://thebarndoor.net/.
INTERVIEW
(Q) Tell everyone a bit about your books including buy links.
Back cover blurb:
Robyn can’t help but notice the handsome new guy at her school. She ignores, however, the arrival of another being at Brookfield Central High School—a demon assigned to destroy her…
Robyn loves her friends, enjoys her youth group, and looks forward to meeting cute Caleb Montague. But when a caustic news reporter challenges her school’s prayer team, Robyn must choose: defend their right to meet on campus and pray for whomever they wish or back down at the principal’s request.
Now she must learn what God wants her to do. And she had better learn fast, because there’s a supernatural enemy in town whose sole mission is to stop her—no matter the cost.
Buy Links:
Amazon Print: Driven
Kindle: Driven
(Q) Where did the concept for the book (or books) come about?
What inspired me to write this book was the desire to encourage the next generation. They have an amazing access to their world with the ease of travel and the internet. They also have the opportunity to change their world unlike any previous generation has. But they’re also bombarded with harsh realism and even harsher dramatized “realism.” It would be very easy to forget that they have a good and Godly purpose.
(Q) How long did it take you to finish, from concept to final product?
It took me three weeks to write Driven, another three months to edit it, and off it went to the publisher.
Once the story was complete and edited, I submitted it to a clearing house of sorts where it found its way into the hands of my publisher, RisenFiction. Once it was contracted the story made it through edits to ebook in four months and to paper back in another three. It was a whirl-wind experience to say the least.
(Q) Which authors have most influenced your own writing?
Oooh, easy one. Mark Twain and Frank Perretti are my two favorite authors who influenced the writing of Driven.
(Q) What do you do for fun other than writing?
I love to hike and hang with family and friends. I also do a fair amount of reading and occasionally quilt.
(Q) Do you have any favorite place where you feel your Muse is more apt to come and play while you write? On a warm beach by the ocean. What music would you listen to (if at all)? My taste in writer’s music depends on what I’m writing…dark if the scene is dark or energetic if the scene is more upbeat. What treats would you have on hand? I’ll take anything chocolate, please…unless there’s cheesecake available, then I’ll take a large cyber-bite of cheesecake, please.
(Q) Answer any three or more of the following:
- Do you secretly want to write another genre, but don't think you can do it?
I’d love to give steampunk a try, but there’s a ton I’d have to learn about first. I’m not so great at the machine thingy parts.
- In your ideal world, put in order those of most value to you:
True love, family, success at writing, world peace, clean air and water, other.
- Plotter or pantser?
I’m a plotter; worksheet, outline and all.
- What are your writing strengths?
Weaknesses?
- Coffee or tea?
Oooh, tea. Peppermint, please, unless we’re at Starbucks then it’s Chai Tea Latte lite.
(Q) Do you have any new projects that you are working on? If so, what are they?
I have a novella romance releasing on October 1, A Summer in Oakville (co-authored with Lisa Lickel) and a mid-grade chapter book, The Wishing Ring, releasing in February. I’m currently working on a sequel to The Wising Ring and another young adult novel about a seventeen year-old boy who lands himself in a treatment center and must figure out how to get home.
(Q) What do you do to market your work? How did you start and where do you learn to market?
I’ve found blog tours (yay for this one) and social media venues to be the most advantageous in building a platform. But those venues only work if they are targeting folks who the book would appeal to. I look for blogs that teens read and connect with YA readers online through forums and other social sites.
(Q) How about an excerpt to tantalize the readers?
EXCERPT:
From a comfortable height above the trees, Sebastian circled the abandoned paper mill, drinking in the atmosphere of dereliction and decay surrounding the property. This place has more character than most of the humans I know. Half broken windows winked like the evil eyes of wayward souls, while snow drifts gathered in the corners. The wind toyed with the snow, whipping trails that could chill his feet and ankles. If he had feet and ankles, that is.
Slipping through a second-story window, Sebastian watched a rat scurry across the dusty floor in a dash for the shadows. Like an angry cloud—black as asphalt, thick as cigar smoke—Sebastian floated after the rodent, watching with mild interest as it raced for another shadow and nearly collided with an old tom cat whose eyes glowed bright with hunger. The tom sprang, but Sebastian turned away. He didn’t have time for these cat and mouse games today, no matter how much he enjoyed them. He had bigger game to consider, and as he moved over the room, he thought about the girl he’d come to destroy.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
MG/YA Blogathon Schedule 9/13-9/15
Don't miss any of the posts for the entire month. I update the direct links on the September MG/YA Month page as the new posts appear.
9/13
POSTPONED Barbara Ehrentreu - “If I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor” on Sue Perkins
Lawna Mackie - “Enchantment” on Rebecca Ryals Russell
Meradeth Houston - “Colors Like Memories” on Chris Verstraete
9/14
Sue Perkins - “Spirit Stealer” on Barbara Ehrentreu
Barbara Ehrentreu - “If I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor” on Lawna Mackie
Lawna Mackie - “Enchantment” on Shellie Neumeier
Marva Dasef - “Bad Spelling” on Chris Verstraete
Pembroke Sinclair - “Life After the Undead” on Meradeth Houston
9/15
Shellie Neumeier - “Driven” on Marva Dasef
Barbara Bockman - “Wounds” on Lawna Mackie
Lawna Mackie - “Enchantment” on Sue Perkins
Friday, September 09, 2011
MG/YA Blogathon Schedule 9/11 and 9/12
Don't miss any of the posts for the entire month. I update the direct links on the September MG/YA Month page as the new posts appear.
Vote on the AR Book Cover Poll! Right-hand sidebar. You can vote for multiple covers. I suggest 4, 6, 8, and 10. My cover is #4, "Missing, Assumed Dead."
9/11 Remember the victims of this day, but don't forget the mastermind is dead and gone. Evil cannot survive in the long run. That's something all of the MG/YA Blogathon authors know and tell our kids in their books.
I'll be visiting Kim Baccellia discussing the use of runes in Bad Spelling.
9/12
C.K. Volnek - “Ghost Dog of Roanoke” on Barbara Ehrentreu
Sue Perkins - “Spirit Stealer” on Shellie Neumeier
Pembroke Sinclair - “Life After the Undead” on Sue Perkins
Meradeth Houston - “Colors Like Memories” on Rebecca Ryals Russell
Lawna Mackie - “Enchantment” on Pembroke Sinclair
Barbara Bockman - “Wounds” on Meradeth Houston
Wednesday, September 07, 2011
Chris Verstraete - Killer Valentine Ball
Writing Scared – Christine Verstraete
I love getting scared. You know, the scream-your-head-off, no one can hear you kind of scared? Roller coaster scared. Halloween haunted house scared.
I keep saying I'll go sit in a graveyard in the dark or go in a "real" haunted house. Haven't done it—yet. But what I have done and enjoy doing is writing scary. Being a fan of Stephen King, I guess it's natural I gravitate to horror, though I do like to add a touch of humor. Weird sense of humor, I guess.
In my short fiction eBook, THE KILLER VALENTINE BALL by C.A. Verstraete, Jess decides to go out with her mother's friend's son as a favor, after all, why spend Valentine's Day alone? Still... a blind date, on V-Day? Yikes! Can you say loser?
Well, this will be one memorable blind date—one Jess will never forget. It's a weird little party.... the lights are low and seem to be playing tricks on her eyes...
Excerpt:
"... The music played quietly in the background. When the shadows brightened, Jess caught a quick glimpse of one of the couples. The young man's mouth gaped open. His partner's gown glistened with streams of dark ribbons. The light flashed again and Jess gasped. Those weren't ribbons! The girl's dress shone with dark glimmers. Like-like blood, she thought. No, it can't be! She looked back at Dylan, who shook his head and urged her on.
"Light tricks," he whispered. "It's not real. It's Halloween stuff, like the movie. Don't worry."
Yes, it's a weird little story, with a touch of humor. (I couldn't resist!) I think it plays on that funny feeling you get when you know you should've made a different choice, and the things that play out as a result.
Of course, in the end, Jess is vindicated. Well, kind of. That's the fun of writing horror. It doesn't have to be all blood and guts. It can be a little ghoulish—with a funny, odd little twist. Call it horror with a smile! So I had some fun with Jess... but you have to read it to see!
(Buy: Kindle, http://tinyurl.com/3pu8hu2 - or Muse Bookstore, http://tinyurl.com/647pn87 )
Bio: Christine Verstraete http://cverstraete.com is an award-winning journalist and author published in fiction and nonfiction. She loves writing short horror as in her eBooks, "Motherly Love" and "The Killer Valentine Ball." Her recent short stories were published in DAW Books anthologies such as the latest, Hot & Steamy: Tales of Steampunk Romance. She also is author of a nonfiction book on miniatures, IN MINIATURE STYLE II, and a children's mystery, SEARCHING FOR A STARRY NIGHT, A MINIATURE ART MYSTERY. All books are linked at my website (above) or blog, http://candidcanine.blogspot.com/
I love getting scared. You know, the scream-your-head-off, no one can hear you kind of scared? Roller coaster scared. Halloween haunted house scared.
I keep saying I'll go sit in a graveyard in the dark or go in a "real" haunted house. Haven't done it—yet. But what I have done and enjoy doing is writing scary. Being a fan of Stephen King, I guess it's natural I gravitate to horror, though I do like to add a touch of humor. Weird sense of humor, I guess.
In my short fiction eBook, THE KILLER VALENTINE BALL by C.A. Verstraete, Jess decides to go out with her mother's friend's son as a favor, after all, why spend Valentine's Day alone? Still... a blind date, on V-Day? Yikes! Can you say loser?
Well, this will be one memorable blind date—one Jess will never forget. It's a weird little party.... the lights are low and seem to be playing tricks on her eyes...
Excerpt:
"... The music played quietly in the background. When the shadows brightened, Jess caught a quick glimpse of one of the couples. The young man's mouth gaped open. His partner's gown glistened with streams of dark ribbons. The light flashed again and Jess gasped. Those weren't ribbons! The girl's dress shone with dark glimmers. Like-like blood, she thought. No, it can't be! She looked back at Dylan, who shook his head and urged her on.
"Light tricks," he whispered. "It's not real. It's Halloween stuff, like the movie. Don't worry."
Yes, it's a weird little story, with a touch of humor. (I couldn't resist!) I think it plays on that funny feeling you get when you know you should've made a different choice, and the things that play out as a result.
Of course, in the end, Jess is vindicated. Well, kind of. That's the fun of writing horror. It doesn't have to be all blood and guts. It can be a little ghoulish—with a funny, odd little twist. Call it horror with a smile! So I had some fun with Jess... but you have to read it to see!
(Buy: Kindle, http://tinyurl.com/3pu8hu2 - or Muse Bookstore, http://tinyurl.com/647pn87 )
Bio: Christine Verstraete http://cverstraete.com is an award-winning journalist and author published in fiction and nonfiction. She loves writing short horror as in her eBooks, "Motherly Love" and "The Killer Valentine Ball." Her recent short stories were published in DAW Books anthologies such as the latest, Hot & Steamy: Tales of Steampunk Romance. She also is author of a nonfiction book on miniatures, IN MINIATURE STYLE II, and a children's mystery, SEARCHING FOR A STARRY NIGHT, A MINIATURE ART MYSTERY. All books are linked at my website (above) or blog, http://candidcanine.blogspot.com/
New Today in the MG/YA Blogathon!
9/7
Kim Baccellia - “Crossed Out” on Barbara Bockman
Barbara Bockman - “Wounds” on Kim Baccellia
Pembroke Sinclair - “Life After the Undead” on Shellie Neumeier
Barbara Ehrentreu - “If I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor” on Rebecca Ryals Russell
Visit the MG/YA authors on the various sites. I know, you might already have visited them, but remember, there are prizes to be won!
Tuesday, September 06, 2011
Lawna Mackie - Enchantment
ENCHANTMENT
by Lawna Mackie
Coming in January from MuseItUp Publishing
I have always believed in fairy tales and when I got tired of the old ones I made up my own. Each story would have a hero and heroine, but they were anything but typical.
I devoured my first romance novel when I was a teenager. I couldn’t read them fast enough. Years later I stumbled across my first paranormal romance…an injustice would be done if I tried to explain my joy when I found this genre of romance. My passion was finally in print.
Now, with the help of my bizarre dreams and crazy imagination, I have started to write and intend to share my stories with you. I hope you’ll love them as much as I do.
I am truly blessed. My husband is my inspiration and soul mate. We live on a small acreage in Didsbury, Alberta, with our most beloved companions, Dozer, Daisy and Mandarin.
Happy reading everyone and please stop by to visit me.
IMPOSSIBLE TO HOLD – December 19, 2011 released through Liquid Silver Books http://www.liquidsilverbooks.com/
ENCHANTMENT – January 13, 2012 released through Muse It Up Publishing http://museituppublishing.com/
Lawna interviews an Enchantment Character, Threeo
We have a new character for you to meet today…and a very interesting character at that.
(Q) Welcome, why don’t you tell us a little about yourself, and where do you come from?
Hello everyone. My name is Threeo and I’m a Hippo-Dog-Burrowing Owl from the world of Enchantment.
(Q) Well Threeo, that’s quite a mouthful. Exactly what is a Hippo-Dog-Burrowing Owl?
I resemble all three earthly creatures. I have a small hippopotamus body, and fluffy dog tail, and my head is the burrowing owl. I was created by magic.
(Q) I see. Can you tell us a little about your world of Enchantment?
Enchantment is a great world, or at least it was until she arrived. I have visions, so I knew she would come. Enchantment doesn’t allow foreigners of any sort. My master is the Enforcer for the world and he was supposed to get rid of her.
(Q) Oh my! That sounds harsh. How was he to “get ride of her”? And who exactly is she?
Meeka came to Enchantment from earth. She fell in the water and some how managed to cross the dimension and into Enchantment. Most creatures die. Kerrigan, my master should have sent her back, but he was scared she’d perish. What he didn’t know at that time was that she is a very powerful sorceress.
(Q) Tell us more about your life Threeo.
Okay, well, like I said Kerrigan is my master, I’ve been with him for a very long time. Oh…I also have babies. Baby Threeo’s! They are born in glass tubes and I raise them. When they are old enough they go to live with others like Kerrigan. The babies really like Meeka. Kerrigan’s parents Todd and Paddy Beaver are my favorites to visit. Paddy always has treats for Threeo.
(Q) “Beaver” you almost make that sound like they are Beavers?
Yes, they are beavers, but not like your human beavers. They adopted Kerrigan as a baby. Kerrigan is actually a dragon.
(Q) So what is happening in Enchantment these days?
{He shakes his head} It’s very scary in Enchantment. I’ve had a dream that Meeka kills Kerrigan, and she destroys the world.
(Q) Really? Is Meeka that type of person?
No, she’s not that type of person, but an evil Enchantment Counselor is going to try to capture her. If my vision is correct she will become a weapon of destruction. Kerrigan will try to protect her. They have feelings for one another.
(Q) It sounds scary Threeo. I hope your visions don’t come true. Is there anything else you’d like to tell us about Enchantment?
I think everyone would like our world. It’s beautiful. We have seven moons, which are actually like your sun, but the seven moons are a different color each day, making our world change color daily. We have pixies in Pixie Field, and we also spend time at Funny Fish Lake. We have Itchits and Fur Balls…everything is magical. Thanks for talking to me I do have a tendency to talk a lot. I really hope you’ll enjoy Enchantment.
by Lawna Mackie
Coming in January from MuseItUp Publishing
I have always believed in fairy tales and when I got tired of the old ones I made up my own. Each story would have a hero and heroine, but they were anything but typical.
I devoured my first romance novel when I was a teenager. I couldn’t read them fast enough. Years later I stumbled across my first paranormal romance…an injustice would be done if I tried to explain my joy when I found this genre of romance. My passion was finally in print.
Now, with the help of my bizarre dreams and crazy imagination, I have started to write and intend to share my stories with you. I hope you’ll love them as much as I do.
I am truly blessed. My husband is my inspiration and soul mate. We live on a small acreage in Didsbury, Alberta, with our most beloved companions, Dozer, Daisy and Mandarin.
Happy reading everyone and please stop by to visit me.
IMPOSSIBLE TO HOLD – December 19, 2011 released through Liquid Silver Books http://www.liquidsilverbooks.com/
ENCHANTMENT – January 13, 2012 released through Muse It Up Publishing http://museituppublishing.com/
Lawna interviews an Enchantment Character, Threeo
We have a new character for you to meet today…and a very interesting character at that.
(Q) Welcome, why don’t you tell us a little about yourself, and where do you come from?
Hello everyone. My name is Threeo and I’m a Hippo-Dog-Burrowing Owl from the world of Enchantment.
(Q) Well Threeo, that’s quite a mouthful. Exactly what is a Hippo-Dog-Burrowing Owl?
I resemble all three earthly creatures. I have a small hippopotamus body, and fluffy dog tail, and my head is the burrowing owl. I was created by magic.
(Q) I see. Can you tell us a little about your world of Enchantment?
Enchantment is a great world, or at least it was until she arrived. I have visions, so I knew she would come. Enchantment doesn’t allow foreigners of any sort. My master is the Enforcer for the world and he was supposed to get rid of her.
(Q) Oh my! That sounds harsh. How was he to “get ride of her”? And who exactly is she?
Meeka came to Enchantment from earth. She fell in the water and some how managed to cross the dimension and into Enchantment. Most creatures die. Kerrigan, my master should have sent her back, but he was scared she’d perish. What he didn’t know at that time was that she is a very powerful sorceress.
(Q) Tell us more about your life Threeo.
Okay, well, like I said Kerrigan is my master, I’ve been with him for a very long time. Oh…I also have babies. Baby Threeo’s! They are born in glass tubes and I raise them. When they are old enough they go to live with others like Kerrigan. The babies really like Meeka. Kerrigan’s parents Todd and Paddy Beaver are my favorites to visit. Paddy always has treats for Threeo.
(Q) “Beaver” you almost make that sound like they are Beavers?
Yes, they are beavers, but not like your human beavers. They adopted Kerrigan as a baby. Kerrigan is actually a dragon.
(Q) So what is happening in Enchantment these days?
{He shakes his head} It’s very scary in Enchantment. I’ve had a dream that Meeka kills Kerrigan, and she destroys the world.
(Q) Really? Is Meeka that type of person?
No, she’s not that type of person, but an evil Enchantment Counselor is going to try to capture her. If my vision is correct she will become a weapon of destruction. Kerrigan will try to protect her. They have feelings for one another.
(Q) It sounds scary Threeo. I hope your visions don’t come true. Is there anything else you’d like to tell us about Enchantment?
I think everyone would like our world. It’s beautiful. We have seven moons, which are actually like your sun, but the seven moons are a different color each day, making our world change color daily. We have pixies in Pixie Field, and we also spend time at Funny Fish Lake. We have Itchits and Fur Balls…everything is magical. Thanks for talking to me I do have a tendency to talk a lot. I really hope you’ll enjoy Enchantment.
Monday, September 05, 2011
Today's Happenings
The MG/YA Blogathon continues with:
Barbara Ehrentreu - “If I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor” - a contemporary teen novel, introduces us to the "perfect" girl on Kim Baccellia's blog.
Pembroke Sinclair - “Life After the Undead” - a post-apocolyptic zombie fest scares up some publicity on Barbara Ehrentreu's blog.
The cover for "Missing, Assumed Dead" (my murder mystery) is today's entry at the Alternative-Read blog. Cover art by Suzannah Safi.
Barbara Ehrentreu - “If I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor” - a contemporary teen novel, introduces us to the "perfect" girl on Kim Baccellia's blog.
Pembroke Sinclair - “Life After the Undead” - a post-apocolyptic zombie fest scares up some publicity on Barbara Ehrentreu's blog.
The cover for "Missing, Assumed Dead" (my murder mystery) is today's entry at the Alternative-Read blog. Cover art by Suzannah Safi.
Sunday, September 04, 2011
Meradeth Houston - Colors Like Memories
COLORS LIKE MEMORIES (GIVEAWAY ITEM!)
by Meradeth Houston
Julia has a secret: she killed the guy she loved. It was an accident—sort of. In order to save her best friend's life, she's going to have to face her past, but her ghosts won't make it easy. Especially his.
Since Meradeth's cover isn't available yet, she's provided us with the celebrity faces who most match her characters.

DESCRIPTION
Julia is a Sary, the soul of a child who died before taking her first breath. Without this 'breath of life' she and others like her must help those on the verge of suicide. It's a job Julia used to enjoy, until the accident that claimed her boyfriend’s life—an accident she knows was her fault. If living with the guilt weren't enough, she's now assigned to help a girl dealing with the loss of her mother, something Julia's not exactly the best role model for. If she can't figure out a way to help her, Julia's going to lose her position in the Sary, something she swore to her boyfriend would never happen.
When Edison arrives at school, Julia's plan to focus on her work is thrown into chaos. Somehow, he knows way too much about her past. To make matter worse, Edison sparks more than just her curiosity. But he's one more distraction, and Julia has no time, especially when she accidentally reveals her true identity to her assignment. To help her grieving friend, she'll have to face her past—it’s the only way she, and her best friend, will heal. But to do so she’s going to have to return to the scene of crime and relive every vivid detail of what happened the day of the accident. If she can’t accept what happened, she’ll be forced to leave the Sary and lose any chance she had at saving her assignment’s life. It’ll take learning to trust Edison, and herself, to face the true color of her memories.
INTERVIEW
(Q) Thank you for joining us today. Before we begin, please tell our readers where they can find you.
(A) Thanks for having me! I’d love to have people stop by. Here are my links.
Blog (http://meradethhouston.blogspot.com/)
Website (http://www.meradethhouston.com/)
Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/MeradethSnow ) and Google+, where I’m always interested in meeting new people!
(Q) Tell everyone a bit about your books including buy links.
(A) My debut novel, Colors Like Memories will be out in May of next year with MuseItUp (I know that’s not for a while, but it feels like it’s creeping closer and closer!). CLM is a book that is near and dear to me, and I’m so happy it’s found a home and will actually go out into the world for other people to read—and hopefully enjoy a little too ;).
(Q) Where did the concept for the book (or books) come about?
(A) The Sary have been in my head since I dreamed them up when I was 11 (I think that’s how old I was—it’s been a while!). I remember pretty clearly being on a camping trip with my family and thinking about some creature in a book I’d just finished, and how I’d really liked a couple of aspects about them, but if I could change things, they’d be a little different, and viola, the Sary came about! Well, there’s been some refining of their world over the past few novels I’ve written in their world, but they’re pretty much the same. (Maybe it’s time to start dreaming up another world? ?)
(Q) How long did it take you to finish, from concept to final product?
(A) I started writing this book about 2008, I think. I remember listening to the song “Shadow of the Day” by Linkin Park and having the concept just show up in my mind. I started the story as soon as I got home, writing the two halves of the book in a few months. Then, it languished in my hard-drive for a few years while I worked on another time-travel book that has since been shelved. So, all told, I have no idea how long it took to write this book. A looong time!
(Q) Which authors have most influenced your own writing?
(A) So many! Madeline L’Engle is my biggest influence. I still read A Wrinkle In Time when I’m in need of a pick-me-up (I love Meg!). Other influences have been JK Rowling, and Stephanie Meyer, both because I love their books, but also because they weren’t afraid to just go out and DO it, despite all the obstacles. I really started thinking that maybe I could actually get my stories into the world by watching their careers. (Now, if only I could figure out how to be that popular, haha!)
(Q) What do you do for fun other than writing?
(A) I read. A Lot. I keep a log on my blog of the books I’ve read, and especially the ones I’ve enjoyed. Also, I am a runner and am completing my doctorate (the latter doesn’t exactly count as fun, but it does take up about 90% of my time).
(Q) Do you have any favorite place where you feel your Muse is more apt to come and play while you write? Or perhaps you listen to music? If so, what do you listen to?
(A) I always am listening to music. My iPod is glued to me ?. As I mentioned, Linkin Park was a big influence for Colors, but I also listen to a lot of The Black Keys, Coldplay, and Snow Patrol (along with a million others—I have very eclectic taste and am always looking for recommendations!).
My muse is strongest near the ocean. I dream about a cottage near the sea, where it’s foggy in the mornings sometimes, and I can hear the waves and gulls. I get some of my best writing done when I can sneak away to the beach—thankfully it’s only about an hour away from me here.
(Q) Do you secretly want to write another genre, but don't think you can do it?
(A) I would like to write a book for adults revolving around some of the concepts that I’ve worked on for my doctorate. It’s just something that kind of scares me, as I know how picky I can be about other people using science in their books when they don’t know what they’re talking about (I don’t want to sound harsh, but it’s just been my observation that some things can stray a little from reality, and that rubs my inner scientist the wrong way). So, if I can find a way to keep true to the science, I’d love to write a good story about something really science-based. Someday!
(Q) Plotter or pantser?
(A) pantser, 100%. I like a little mystery in where my story’s going—even if it’s just for me!
(Q) Coffee or tea?
(A) Pepsi ?. I don’t drink coffee or tea, but sometimes a jolt of caffeine and sugar totally gets me going!
(Q) Do you have any new projects that you are working on? If so, what are they? (optional if you don't have a WIP to talk about)
(A) I have a manuscript I’m revising that is also set in the Sary universe. We’ll see what happens with that, but I love the characters! I’m also in the process of drafting a sci-fi book that I’m currently describing as Buffy meets the creepy shadow monster from Lost (though the little oily squiggle things in X-Files might be a better description). I’m really loving the story, and hope to finish it soon!
(Q) What do you do to market your work? How did you start and where do you learn to market?
(A) This is a very good question! I don’t know how to market at all, and I’m really trying to learn. Taking part in this interview, and the others in the blog-fest are my first real entry into the marketing realm. I do blog and keep up on my social media (facebook and google, etc), but I’m all ears for other good ideas!
(Q) If you'd like to add anything, please do so.
(A) If you’re interested in a copy of Colors Like Memories when it comes out, please leave a comment here or any of the other blogs I’ll be visiting this month. Or leave a comment at each of the blogs, for more entry chances! I’ll draw a winner from comments and announce it on my blog at the end of the month. Please leave me a way to get in contact with you!
(Q) How about an excerpt to tantalize the readers?
(A) Umm, how about the opening (it’s probably my favorite part):
I greeted his tombstone the way I always did—with a swift kick. The release of frustration was more than worth the sharp pain in my toes. The polished marble tilted to the left because of all my visits; a crooked tooth in the rows of pearly white graves.
I folded my legs under me, shuddering as the chill of the damp grass seeped through my clothes. “I keep hoping one of these days you’ll be here waiting for me.” The words were tradition. Some small part of me still clung to the hope I’d come over the hill to find him leaning over his grave, wearing a sly smile. He died so very long ago, but I couldn’t stop wishing.
Leaning forward, I rested my forehead against my knees and closed my eyes, longing for a few minutes of rest. A few minutes to pretend it was someone else buried beneath me. I tried to explain this to him, but tonight I didn’t have the will to pretend it was more than starlight that listened.
It took a long time to notice, building imperceptibly until I finally looked over my shoulder. Someone was there, watching me. It hadn’t been a sound that alerted me so much as the feel of their gaze, heavy in the darkness. After so many nights spent here, I knew the difference.
by Meradeth Houston
Julia has a secret: she killed the guy she loved. It was an accident—sort of. In order to save her best friend's life, she's going to have to face her past, but her ghosts won't make it easy. Especially his.
Since Meradeth's cover isn't available yet, she's provided us with the celebrity faces who most match her characters.

DESCRIPTION
Julia is a Sary, the soul of a child who died before taking her first breath. Without this 'breath of life' she and others like her must help those on the verge of suicide. It's a job Julia used to enjoy, until the accident that claimed her boyfriend’s life—an accident she knows was her fault. If living with the guilt weren't enough, she's now assigned to help a girl dealing with the loss of her mother, something Julia's not exactly the best role model for. If she can't figure out a way to help her, Julia's going to lose her position in the Sary, something she swore to her boyfriend would never happen.
When Edison arrives at school, Julia's plan to focus on her work is thrown into chaos. Somehow, he knows way too much about her past. To make matter worse, Edison sparks more than just her curiosity. But he's one more distraction, and Julia has no time, especially when she accidentally reveals her true identity to her assignment. To help her grieving friend, she'll have to face her past—it’s the only way she, and her best friend, will heal. But to do so she’s going to have to return to the scene of crime and relive every vivid detail of what happened the day of the accident. If she can’t accept what happened, she’ll be forced to leave the Sary and lose any chance she had at saving her assignment’s life. It’ll take learning to trust Edison, and herself, to face the true color of her memories.
INTERVIEW
(Q) Thank you for joining us today. Before we begin, please tell our readers where they can find you.
(A) Thanks for having me! I’d love to have people stop by. Here are my links.
Blog (http://meradethhouston.blogspot.com/)
Website (http://www.meradethhouston.com/)
Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/MeradethSnow ) and Google+, where I’m always interested in meeting new people!
(Q) Tell everyone a bit about your books including buy links.
(A) My debut novel, Colors Like Memories will be out in May of next year with MuseItUp (I know that’s not for a while, but it feels like it’s creeping closer and closer!). CLM is a book that is near and dear to me, and I’m so happy it’s found a home and will actually go out into the world for other people to read—and hopefully enjoy a little too ;).
(Q) Where did the concept for the book (or books) come about?
(A) The Sary have been in my head since I dreamed them up when I was 11 (I think that’s how old I was—it’s been a while!). I remember pretty clearly being on a camping trip with my family and thinking about some creature in a book I’d just finished, and how I’d really liked a couple of aspects about them, but if I could change things, they’d be a little different, and viola, the Sary came about! Well, there’s been some refining of their world over the past few novels I’ve written in their world, but they’re pretty much the same. (Maybe it’s time to start dreaming up another world? ?)
(Q) How long did it take you to finish, from concept to final product?
(A) I started writing this book about 2008, I think. I remember listening to the song “Shadow of the Day” by Linkin Park and having the concept just show up in my mind. I started the story as soon as I got home, writing the two halves of the book in a few months. Then, it languished in my hard-drive for a few years while I worked on another time-travel book that has since been shelved. So, all told, I have no idea how long it took to write this book. A looong time!
(Q) Which authors have most influenced your own writing?
(A) So many! Madeline L’Engle is my biggest influence. I still read A Wrinkle In Time when I’m in need of a pick-me-up (I love Meg!). Other influences have been JK Rowling, and Stephanie Meyer, both because I love their books, but also because they weren’t afraid to just go out and DO it, despite all the obstacles. I really started thinking that maybe I could actually get my stories into the world by watching their careers. (Now, if only I could figure out how to be that popular, haha!)
(Q) What do you do for fun other than writing?
(A) I read. A Lot. I keep a log on my blog of the books I’ve read, and especially the ones I’ve enjoyed. Also, I am a runner and am completing my doctorate (the latter doesn’t exactly count as fun, but it does take up about 90% of my time).
(Q) Do you have any favorite place where you feel your Muse is more apt to come and play while you write? Or perhaps you listen to music? If so, what do you listen to?
(A) I always am listening to music. My iPod is glued to me ?. As I mentioned, Linkin Park was a big influence for Colors, but I also listen to a lot of The Black Keys, Coldplay, and Snow Patrol (along with a million others—I have very eclectic taste and am always looking for recommendations!).
My muse is strongest near the ocean. I dream about a cottage near the sea, where it’s foggy in the mornings sometimes, and I can hear the waves and gulls. I get some of my best writing done when I can sneak away to the beach—thankfully it’s only about an hour away from me here.
(Q) Do you secretly want to write another genre, but don't think you can do it?
(A) I would like to write a book for adults revolving around some of the concepts that I’ve worked on for my doctorate. It’s just something that kind of scares me, as I know how picky I can be about other people using science in their books when they don’t know what they’re talking about (I don’t want to sound harsh, but it’s just been my observation that some things can stray a little from reality, and that rubs my inner scientist the wrong way). So, if I can find a way to keep true to the science, I’d love to write a good story about something really science-based. Someday!
(Q) Plotter or pantser?
(A) pantser, 100%. I like a little mystery in where my story’s going—even if it’s just for me!
(Q) Coffee or tea?
(A) Pepsi ?. I don’t drink coffee or tea, but sometimes a jolt of caffeine and sugar totally gets me going!
(Q) Do you have any new projects that you are working on? If so, what are they? (optional if you don't have a WIP to talk about)
(A) I have a manuscript I’m revising that is also set in the Sary universe. We’ll see what happens with that, but I love the characters! I’m also in the process of drafting a sci-fi book that I’m currently describing as Buffy meets the creepy shadow monster from Lost (though the little oily squiggle things in X-Files might be a better description). I’m really loving the story, and hope to finish it soon!
(Q) What do you do to market your work? How did you start and where do you learn to market?
(A) This is a very good question! I don’t know how to market at all, and I’m really trying to learn. Taking part in this interview, and the others in the blog-fest are my first real entry into the marketing realm. I do blog and keep up on my social media (facebook and google, etc), but I’m all ears for other good ideas!
(Q) If you'd like to add anything, please do so.
(A) If you’re interested in a copy of Colors Like Memories when it comes out, please leave a comment here or any of the other blogs I’ll be visiting this month. Or leave a comment at each of the blogs, for more entry chances! I’ll draw a winner from comments and announce it on my blog at the end of the month. Please leave me a way to get in contact with you!
(Q) How about an excerpt to tantalize the readers?
(A) Umm, how about the opening (it’s probably my favorite part):
I greeted his tombstone the way I always did—with a swift kick. The release of frustration was more than worth the sharp pain in my toes. The polished marble tilted to the left because of all my visits; a crooked tooth in the rows of pearly white graves.
I folded my legs under me, shuddering as the chill of the damp grass seeped through my clothes. “I keep hoping one of these days you’ll be here waiting for me.” The words were tradition. Some small part of me still clung to the hope I’d come over the hill to find him leaning over his grave, wearing a sly smile. He died so very long ago, but I couldn’t stop wishing.
Leaning forward, I rested my forehead against my knees and closed my eyes, longing for a few minutes of rest. A few minutes to pretend it was someone else buried beneath me. I tried to explain this to him, but tonight I didn’t have the will to pretend it was more than starlight that listened.
It took a long time to notice, building imperceptibly until I finally looked over my shoulder. Someone was there, watching me. It hadn’t been a sound that alerted me so much as the feel of their gaze, heavy in the darkness. After so many nights spent here, I knew the difference.
Saturday, September 03, 2011
MuseItUp Holds Month Long Blog Conference
In addition to the MG/YA Blogathon this month, there are other events taking place. One of those is on the MuseItUp Publishing blog. Every day (or just about), another informative article for authors.
Roseanne Dowell is on top of the happenings. Not just the MuseItUp Back to School Blog, but everything else going on in September and October.
Register for the MuseItUp On-Line Blog Conference by September 25th. This is a chatroom conference where you can ask questions and get answers from experts.
Today, be sure to drop by the author spots on the MG/YA Conference:
9/3
Meradeth Houston - “Colors Like Memories” on Lawna Mackie's blog.
Barbara Ehrentreu - "If I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor on Meradeth Houston's blog.
Roseanne Dowell is on top of the happenings. Not just the MuseItUp Back to School Blog, but everything else going on in September and October.
Register for the MuseItUp On-Line Blog Conference by September 25th. This is a chatroom conference where you can ask questions and get answers from experts.
Today, be sure to drop by the author spots on the MG/YA Conference:
9/3
Meradeth Houston - “Colors Like Memories” on Lawna Mackie's blog.
Barbara Ehrentreu - "If I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor on Meradeth Houston's blog.
Thursday, September 01, 2011
MG/YA BLOGOTHON DAY BY DAY SCHEDULE
DAY BY DAY SCHEDULE (schedule is also available on the September MG/YA Month tab)
My screw up on scheduling the 1st day! Barbara Bockman's book is "Wounds" and Shellie Neumeier's book is "Driven". Okay, they're both six letters, but I failed to ask for the right vowel. Barbara is appearing on Rebecca's blog, but it's a teensy hard to find. I think I've got the right link now.
9/1 TODAY
Marva Dasef - “Bad Spelling” on C.K. Volnek
Barbara Bockman - "Wounds" on Rebecca Ryals Russell
9/2
Sue Perkins - “Spirit Stealer” on Kim Baccellia
Kim Bacellia - “Crossed Out” on Shellie Neumeier
Barbara Bockman - “Wounds” on Pembroke Sinclair
Meradeth Houston - “Colors Like Memories” on C.K. Volnek
9/3
Meradeth Houston - “Colors Like Memories” on Lawna Mackie
Barbara Ehrentreu - "If I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor on Meradeth Houston
9/4
Meradeth Houston - “Colors Like Memories” on Marva Dasef
Sue Perkins - “Spirit Stealer” on Rebecca Ryals Russell
9/5
Barbara Ehrentreu - “If I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor” on Kim Baccellia
Pembroke Sinclair - “Life After the Undead” on Barbara Ehrentreu
9/6
Lawna Mackie - “Enchantment” on Marva Dasef
Sue Perkins - “Spirit Stealer” on Lawna Mackie
Chris Verstraete - “Killer Valentine Ball” on C.K. Volnek
9/7
Kim Baccellia - “Crossed Out” on Barbara Bockman
Barbara Bockman - “Wounds” on Kim Baccellia
Pembroke Sinclair - “Life After the Undead” on Shellie Neumeier
Barbara Ehrentreu - “If I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor” on Rebecca Ryals Russell
9/8
Lawna Mackie - “Enchantment” on Kim Baccellia
Kim Baccellia - “Crossed Out” on Barbara Ehrentreu
Barbara Bockman - “Wounds” on Shellie Neumeier
Chris Verstraete - “Killer Valentine Ball” on Marva Dasef
9/9
Sue Perkins - “Spirit Stealer” on Barbara Bockman
Barbara Bockman - “Wounds” on Sue Perkins
Marva Dasef - “Bad Spelling” on Rebecca Ryals Russell
Pembroke Sinclair - “Life After the Undead” on C.K. Volnek
9/10
Meradeth Houston - “Colors Like Memories” on Shellie Neumeier
Kim Baccellia - “Crossed Out” on Rebecca Ryals Russell
Barbara Ehrentreu - “If I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor” on Chris Verstraete
Marva Dasef - “Bad Spelling” on Pembroke Sinclair
9/11
Marva Dasef - “Bad Spelling” on Kim Baccellia
9/12
C.K. Volnek - “Ghost Dog of Roanoke” on Barbara Ehrentreu
Sue Perkins - “Spirit Stealer” on Shellie Neumeier
Barbara Ehrentreu - “If I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor” on Lawna Mackie
Pembroke Sinclair - “Life After the Undead” on Sue Perkins
Meradeth Houston - “Colors Like Memories” on Rebecca Ryals Russell
Lawna Mackie - “Enchantment” on Pembroke Sinclair
Barbara Bockman - “Wounds” on Meradeth Houston
9/13
Barbara Ehrentreu - “If I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor” on Sue Perkins
Lawna Mackie - “Enchantment” on Rebecca Ryals Russell
Meradeth Houston - “Colors Like Memories” on Chris Verstraete
9/14
Sue Perkins - “Spirit Stealer” on Barbara Ehrentreu
Lawna Mackie - “Enchantment” on Shellie Neumeier
Marva Dasef - “Bad Spelling” on Chris Verstraete
Pembroke Sinclair - “Life After the Undead” on Meradeth Houston
9/15
Shellie Neumeier - “Driven” on Marva Dasef
Barbara Bockman - “Wounds” on Lawna Mackie
Lawna Mackie - “Enchantment” on Sue Perkins
9/16
Lawna Mackie - “Enchantment” on Barbara Bockman
Shellie Neumeier - “Driven” on Barbara Ehrentreu
Chris Verstraete - “Killer Valentine Ball” on Rebecca Ryals Russell
Sue Perkins - “Spirit Stealer” on Pembroke Sinclair
Rebecca Ryals Russell - “Prophecy” on Meradeth Houston
Kim Baccellia - “Crossed Out” on C.K. Volnek
9/17
Pembroke Sinclair - “Life After the Undead” on Barbara Bockman
Marva Dasef - “Bad Spelling” on Sue Perkins
Shellie Neumeier - “Driven” on Chris Verstraete
9/18
Sue Perkins - “Spirit Stealer” on Marva Dasef
Marva Dasef - “Bad Spelling” on Shellie Neumeier
Shellie Neumeier - “Driven” on Rebecca Ryals Russell
Barbara Ehrentreu - “If I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor” on Pembroke Sinclair
9/19
Barbara Ehrentreu - “If I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor” on Barbara Bockman
Barbara Bockman - “Wounds” on Barbara Ehrentreu
Rebecca Ryals Russell - “Prophecy” on Pembroke Sinclair
Shellie Neumeier - “Driven” on C.K. Volnek
9/20
Shellie Neumeier - “Driven” on Barbara Bockman
Barbara Ehrentreu - “If I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor” on Shellie Neumeier
Rebecca Ryals Russell - “Prophecy” on Sue Perkins
C.K. Volnek - “Ghost Dog of Roanoke” on Rebecca Ryals Russell
Sue Perkins - “Spirit Stealer” on Meradeth Houston
Lawna Mackie - “Enchantment” on C.K. Volnek
9/21
Barbara Bockman - “Wounds” on Marva Dasef
Shellie Neumeier - “Driven” on Pembroke Sinclair
C.K. Volnek - “Ghost Dog of Roanoke” on Chris Verstraete
Rebecca Ryals Russell - “Prophecy” on Barbara Bockman
9/22
Rebecca Ryals Russell - “Prophecy” on Barbara Ehrentreu
C.K. Volnek - “Ghost Dog of Roanoke” on Shellie Neumeier
Shellie Neumeier - “Driven” on Sue Perkins
Lawna Mackie - “Enchantment” on Meradeth Houston
9/23
Shellie Neumeier - “Driven” on Kim Baccellia
Kim Baccellia - “Crossed Out” on Marva Dasef
Rebecca Ryals Russell - “Prophecy” on Lawna Mackie
Pembroke Sinclair - “Life After the Undead” on Rebecca Ryals Russell
C.K. Volnek - “Ghost Dog of Roanoke” on Pembroke Sinclair
9/24
Meradeth Houston - “Colors Like Memories” on Barbara Bockman
C.K. Volnek - “Ghost Dog of Roanoke” on Sue Perkins
Shellie Neumeier - “Driven” on Meradeth Houston
Barbara Ehrentreu - “If I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor” on C.K. Volnek
9/25
Pembroke Sinclair - “Life After the Undead” on Marva Dasef
Meradeth Houston - “Colors Like Memories” on Barbara Ehrentreu
Marva Dasef - “Bad Spelling” on Lawna Mackie
Chris Verstraete - “Killer Valentine Ball” on Shellie Neumeier
C.K. Volnek - “Ghost Dog of Roanoke” on Meradeth Houston
9/26
Rebecca Ryals Russell - “Prophecy” on Kim Baccellia
Marva Dasef - “Bad Spelling” on Barbara Bockman
C.K. Volnek - “Ghost Dog of Roanoke” on Marva Dasef
Shellie Neumeier - “Driven” on Lawna Mackie
Sue Perkins - “Spirit Stealer” on Chris Verstraete
9/27
Chris Verstraete - “Killer Valentine Ball” on Barbara Bockman
Lawna Mackie - “Enchantment” on Barbara Ehrentreu
Rebecca Ryals Russell - “Prophecy” on Shellie Neumeier
Barbara Bockman - “Wounds” on Chris Verstraete
9/28
C.K. Volnek - “Ghost Dog of Roanoke” on Kim Baccellia
Barbara Ehrentreu - “If I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor” on Marva Dasef
Pembroke Sinclair - “Life After the Undead” on Lawna Mackie
Meradeth Houston - “Colors Like Memories” on Sue Perkins
Rebecca Ryals Russell - “Prophecy” on Chris Verstraete
Sue Perkins - “Spirit Stealer” on C.K. Volnek
9/29
C.K. Volnek - “Ghost Dog of Roanoke” on Barbara Bockman
Marva Dasef - “Bad Spelling” on Meradeth Houston
Rebecca Ryals Russell - “Prophecy” on C.K. Volnek
9/30
Meradeth Houston - “Colors Like Memories” on Kim Baccellia
Rebecca Ryals Russell - “Prophecy” on Marva Dasef
Marva Dasef - “Bad Spelling” on Barbara Ehrentreu
C.K. Volnek - “Ghost Dog of Roanoke” on Lawna Mackie
My screw up on scheduling the 1st day! Barbara Bockman's book is "Wounds" and Shellie Neumeier's book is "Driven". Okay, they're both six letters, but I failed to ask for the right vowel. Barbara is appearing on Rebecca's blog, but it's a teensy hard to find. I think I've got the right link now.
9/1 TODAY
Marva Dasef - “Bad Spelling” on C.K. Volnek
Barbara Bockman - "Wounds" on Rebecca Ryals Russell
9/2
Sue Perkins - “Spirit Stealer” on Kim Baccellia
Kim Bacellia - “Crossed Out” on Shellie Neumeier
Barbara Bockman - “Wounds” on Pembroke Sinclair
Meradeth Houston - “Colors Like Memories” on C.K. Volnek
9/3
Meradeth Houston - “Colors Like Memories” on Lawna Mackie
Barbara Ehrentreu - "If I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor on Meradeth Houston
9/4
Meradeth Houston - “Colors Like Memories” on Marva Dasef
Sue Perkins - “Spirit Stealer” on Rebecca Ryals Russell
9/5
Barbara Ehrentreu - “If I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor” on Kim Baccellia
Pembroke Sinclair - “Life After the Undead” on Barbara Ehrentreu
9/6
Lawna Mackie - “Enchantment” on Marva Dasef
Sue Perkins - “Spirit Stealer” on Lawna Mackie
Chris Verstraete - “Killer Valentine Ball” on C.K. Volnek
9/7
Kim Baccellia - “Crossed Out” on Barbara Bockman
Barbara Bockman - “Wounds” on Kim Baccellia
Pembroke Sinclair - “Life After the Undead” on Shellie Neumeier
Barbara Ehrentreu - “If I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor” on Rebecca Ryals Russell
9/8
Lawna Mackie - “Enchantment” on Kim Baccellia
Kim Baccellia - “Crossed Out” on Barbara Ehrentreu
Barbara Bockman - “Wounds” on Shellie Neumeier
Chris Verstraete - “Killer Valentine Ball” on Marva Dasef
9/9
Sue Perkins - “Spirit Stealer” on Barbara Bockman
Barbara Bockman - “Wounds” on Sue Perkins
Marva Dasef - “Bad Spelling” on Rebecca Ryals Russell
Pembroke Sinclair - “Life After the Undead” on C.K. Volnek
9/10
Meradeth Houston - “Colors Like Memories” on Shellie Neumeier
Kim Baccellia - “Crossed Out” on Rebecca Ryals Russell
Barbara Ehrentreu - “If I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor” on Chris Verstraete
Marva Dasef - “Bad Spelling” on Pembroke Sinclair
9/11
Marva Dasef - “Bad Spelling” on Kim Baccellia
9/12
C.K. Volnek - “Ghost Dog of Roanoke” on Barbara Ehrentreu
Sue Perkins - “Spirit Stealer” on Shellie Neumeier
Barbara Ehrentreu - “If I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor” on Lawna Mackie
Pembroke Sinclair - “Life After the Undead” on Sue Perkins
Meradeth Houston - “Colors Like Memories” on Rebecca Ryals Russell
Lawna Mackie - “Enchantment” on Pembroke Sinclair
Barbara Bockman - “Wounds” on Meradeth Houston
9/13
Barbara Ehrentreu - “If I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor” on Sue Perkins
Lawna Mackie - “Enchantment” on Rebecca Ryals Russell
Meradeth Houston - “Colors Like Memories” on Chris Verstraete
9/14
Sue Perkins - “Spirit Stealer” on Barbara Ehrentreu
Lawna Mackie - “Enchantment” on Shellie Neumeier
Marva Dasef - “Bad Spelling” on Chris Verstraete
Pembroke Sinclair - “Life After the Undead” on Meradeth Houston
9/15
Shellie Neumeier - “Driven” on Marva Dasef
Barbara Bockman - “Wounds” on Lawna Mackie
Lawna Mackie - “Enchantment” on Sue Perkins
9/16
Lawna Mackie - “Enchantment” on Barbara Bockman
Shellie Neumeier - “Driven” on Barbara Ehrentreu
Chris Verstraete - “Killer Valentine Ball” on Rebecca Ryals Russell
Sue Perkins - “Spirit Stealer” on Pembroke Sinclair
Rebecca Ryals Russell - “Prophecy” on Meradeth Houston
Kim Baccellia - “Crossed Out” on C.K. Volnek
9/17
Pembroke Sinclair - “Life After the Undead” on Barbara Bockman
Marva Dasef - “Bad Spelling” on Sue Perkins
Shellie Neumeier - “Driven” on Chris Verstraete
9/18
Sue Perkins - “Spirit Stealer” on Marva Dasef
Marva Dasef - “Bad Spelling” on Shellie Neumeier
Shellie Neumeier - “Driven” on Rebecca Ryals Russell
Barbara Ehrentreu - “If I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor” on Pembroke Sinclair
9/19
Barbara Ehrentreu - “If I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor” on Barbara Bockman
Barbara Bockman - “Wounds” on Barbara Ehrentreu
Rebecca Ryals Russell - “Prophecy” on Pembroke Sinclair
Shellie Neumeier - “Driven” on C.K. Volnek
9/20
Shellie Neumeier - “Driven” on Barbara Bockman
Barbara Ehrentreu - “If I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor” on Shellie Neumeier
Rebecca Ryals Russell - “Prophecy” on Sue Perkins
C.K. Volnek - “Ghost Dog of Roanoke” on Rebecca Ryals Russell
Sue Perkins - “Spirit Stealer” on Meradeth Houston
Lawna Mackie - “Enchantment” on C.K. Volnek
9/21
Barbara Bockman - “Wounds” on Marva Dasef
Shellie Neumeier - “Driven” on Pembroke Sinclair
C.K. Volnek - “Ghost Dog of Roanoke” on Chris Verstraete
Rebecca Ryals Russell - “Prophecy” on Barbara Bockman
9/22
Rebecca Ryals Russell - “Prophecy” on Barbara Ehrentreu
C.K. Volnek - “Ghost Dog of Roanoke” on Shellie Neumeier
Shellie Neumeier - “Driven” on Sue Perkins
Lawna Mackie - “Enchantment” on Meradeth Houston
9/23
Shellie Neumeier - “Driven” on Kim Baccellia
Kim Baccellia - “Crossed Out” on Marva Dasef
Rebecca Ryals Russell - “Prophecy” on Lawna Mackie
Pembroke Sinclair - “Life After the Undead” on Rebecca Ryals Russell
C.K. Volnek - “Ghost Dog of Roanoke” on Pembroke Sinclair
9/24
Meradeth Houston - “Colors Like Memories” on Barbara Bockman
C.K. Volnek - “Ghost Dog of Roanoke” on Sue Perkins
Shellie Neumeier - “Driven” on Meradeth Houston
Barbara Ehrentreu - “If I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor” on C.K. Volnek
9/25
Pembroke Sinclair - “Life After the Undead” on Marva Dasef
Meradeth Houston - “Colors Like Memories” on Barbara Ehrentreu
Marva Dasef - “Bad Spelling” on Lawna Mackie
Chris Verstraete - “Killer Valentine Ball” on Shellie Neumeier
C.K. Volnek - “Ghost Dog of Roanoke” on Meradeth Houston
9/26
Rebecca Ryals Russell - “Prophecy” on Kim Baccellia
Marva Dasef - “Bad Spelling” on Barbara Bockman
C.K. Volnek - “Ghost Dog of Roanoke” on Marva Dasef
Shellie Neumeier - “Driven” on Lawna Mackie
Sue Perkins - “Spirit Stealer” on Chris Verstraete
9/27
Chris Verstraete - “Killer Valentine Ball” on Barbara Bockman
Lawna Mackie - “Enchantment” on Barbara Ehrentreu
Rebecca Ryals Russell - “Prophecy” on Shellie Neumeier
Barbara Bockman - “Wounds” on Chris Verstraete
9/28
C.K. Volnek - “Ghost Dog of Roanoke” on Kim Baccellia
Barbara Ehrentreu - “If I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor” on Marva Dasef
Pembroke Sinclair - “Life After the Undead” on Lawna Mackie
Meradeth Houston - “Colors Like Memories” on Sue Perkins
Rebecca Ryals Russell - “Prophecy” on Chris Verstraete
Sue Perkins - “Spirit Stealer” on C.K. Volnek
9/29
C.K. Volnek - “Ghost Dog of Roanoke” on Barbara Bockman
Marva Dasef - “Bad Spelling” on Meradeth Houston
Rebecca Ryals Russell - “Prophecy” on C.K. Volnek
9/30
Meradeth Houston - “Colors Like Memories” on Kim Baccellia
Rebecca Ryals Russell - “Prophecy” on Marva Dasef
Marva Dasef - “Bad Spelling” on Barbara Ehrentreu
C.K. Volnek - “Ghost Dog of Roanoke” on Lawna Mackie
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