Tuesday, March 29, 2016
(Writer’s minds, Everywhere) --Writer’s News! Today is like so many other days. Hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of darlings are being slaughtered worldwide. Tears sometimes fill the eyes of the creators as they knowingly, and purposely, Kill their Darlings!
Some writers have hopes that they will be reincarnated in a future story. Some hit the delete key and they are gone forever only to return as a ghost whispering to them at a later date when the creator may wish he or she had saved the text.
What a strange bunch of creators writer folks are. They save a cat or pet a dog then they get the main character up a tree and throw rocks at her! Not just once, but usually at least three times! Most folks would throw rocks at the dog, not the most important person in their world.
Why am I writing this? I write this because I am doing another pass at a work in progress and have been trying to get the strength to off one of my biggest darlings in the whole book. Can I do it? I have to. Readers will never have the chance to read the words that I worked so hard on getting just right. My main character is not up a tree; let’s just say he is kind of in a hole. Not a comfy, dry, sandy hole. It’s wet, muddy, and cold. And dark. It’s what happens next I have to deal with. I’ll need more rocks.
So if you get the feeling that somewhere, far, far away, millions of voices are crying out and are suddenly silenced, you know what is happening. Writers are working.
Wednesday, March 23, 2016
Seventeen-year-old Cara Tillman’s worst nightmare has come true…
She’s been reborn as a Phoenix and has forgotten everything from her first life—including Logan Schmidt. He’s handsome and protective, but with no recollection, he can’t be trusted.
Accused of being a Hunter, Logan’s mortality is put to the test…
Logan isn’t willing to admit he and Cara are over—not even after he watches her rise from her own ashes.
While the other Phoenixes are convinced Logan is a sworn enemy, a group of deadly Hunters are sure he is a Phoenix. Only being guilty of loving Cara, he must prove them all wrong—and convince Cara she loves him.
However, a magical link may be the demise of Logan’s devotion…
With the Hunters hot on their heels, it’s up to Logan to save Cara. But when the dagger calls out, Logan is drawn to its power.
Cara’s missing memories may not be the only obstacle standing between her and Logan. Their relationship isn’t just complicated—it’s deadly. And when Cara finds herself at a crossroad, she is forced to choose…
She can plunge into the darkness of her treacherous fate, or use her Phoenix instincts to once again rise Out of The Ashes.
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Monday, March 14, 2016
Sunday, March 6, 2016
Today is a day I have dreamed of for a long time. My first book is available to the world of young readers. In the book Rodney Becker has quite an adventure along with his best friend Max. Would you have ventured into a graveyard at midnight when you were thirteen? I didn't, but my sister, my next door neighbor, and I had a lot of creepy adventures anyway.
One of my first writing attempts was with my sister and next door neighbor. We wrote a script for the thee of us to film. We wrote the script but never had money to buy the movie camera. Our movie, To Kill a Vampire, never made it on film, but it is still a vivid memory.
Here is a taste of Blues Bones. Just for you! Rodney and best friend Max are going to the graveyard.
We didn’t say anything for about two minutes while Max watched the glowing dial of his watch. The air even started to feel weird. A breeze would blow, and it was like someone turning the thermostat up and down. First, it was warm, and then it would feel cool. After a few seconds, it would get warm again.
“It’s fifteen ’til,” Max said. “Time to start.” He struck another match and lit the candle.
“Why fifteen ’til?” I asked. “I thought we were supposed to do it at midnight.”
“Midnight is the time between good magic and evil magic. Fifteen ’til is the time to start because we’re doing good magic. According to hoodoo anyway.”
“Hoodoo? I thought we were doing Voodoo.”
“We’re using a little of both, I guess. Okay, get ready to start reading.”
Max dripped rose oil onto the dirt mixture in the bowl.
“Give me the pencil.” He pulled a goldfish shaped sharpener out of his backpack and used it on the pencil, letting the shavings drop into the mixture. He handed me a stick of incense. “Okay, now light this.”
I held it over the candle to light.
“Blow it out!” Max said.
When I did, the end of the stick glowed red and started to smolder. “That stinks. What scent is it? Rotten gym socks?”
“It’s Dragon’s Blood.” Max took the smoking stick and stuck it into the ground beside the bowl. “Now read your paper.”
I had to lie down and hold my paper up to the candle to see the words. It was supposed to be a spell, but it sounded more like a poem to me. Max dangled the Voodoo bag above the candle as I read.
What could go wrong, right? This was one of my favorite scenes to write. Hope you enjoy Blues Bones! Go ahead and order yours today.
Thirteen-year-old Rodney Becker has found the perfect cure for stage fright. Voodoo!
Armed with the stolen finger bones of a dead blues guitar player and a mishmash of voodoo spells from the Internet, he and his best friend enter a graveyard at midnight to perform their ritual. Now, all that stands in his way of winning a local guitar competition is the power of RETURN – a side effect of the voodoo that spells disaster for Rodney.
His cure has become a curse. How else can he explain jamming his finger so bad he can't hold a guitar pick, his part-time dad stealing his guitar, and his mom getting into an accident that could have taken her life?
How much is Rodney willing to risk to achieve his dream of being a guitar legend?