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Wednesday, 19 March 2014

A Blast from the Past!

UPDATE
I have been neglectful of my blog, sorry. For the last couple of months, I have been very busy writing. I am working on After Glow, book 4 of the Dream Series. Here is a tentative cover:



Now, to get on with my post for today. This is actually a message to myself that I wrote way back ten years ago. But, I found it today while sifting through some other material. I thought it might be inspiring to some. And the message today is just as urgent as it was back then. Not to me as much because I have followed the message that I had written to myself back then. 
However, for anyone going through anything like this, any person who feels less about themselves, then they should take heed and read.
Love yourself first. Start at the basics and if you love yourself you will be strong, you will be able to move forward and love and do for others with caring and respect. Respect yourself in all that you do. I will not preach any longer on this. I will just post the message and hope that someone, somewhere reads it and reevaluates their life. Good luck to anyone who needs this message today. It is here for you. 

Today I had an epiphany...a flash of intuition...intelligence...whatever you want to call it, that has changed the way I view myself.
I have been on a downward path for sometime now, in that my self esteem has led me to do things and say things, etc that I would not normally have done. My desire to feel attractive, intelligent, and wanted has been two-fold in that it has encouraged me to exercise more, take better care of my health and in that way look better and feel better.
But the other (the dark side of it) is that I have allowed myself to be cajoled into doing things I have not been comfortable with in the name of love.
 
From this day forward, I promise that I will think better of me, treat myself with respect and dignity, no matter what! No one is as important to me as I am to myself. If I can't respect and love myself, I cannot expect to receive it from others. As Dr.Phil says, "You teach people how to treat you."
 
If there are people in my life who do NOT wish to accept my attitude, then they will have to leave my life. They are not true friends to me. I must be true to myself, be able to look myself in the eye each morning and to know in my heart of hearts that I am being the authentic me.
 
If someone loves you, they would not ask you to do anything that you might find uncomfortable. If anyone in my life feels this way, then they are wrong. Wrong in their attitude and also wrong for me.
 
Addiction is a frightening thing. Addition causes one to do almost anything to satisfy that yearning, that need. Breaking an addiction needs willpower, but most of all it needs the understanding behind the addiction. When one discovers the reason for the addiction, then one can bear with it and leave it behind. It is not easy to break an addiction, the longer one gives in to it, the harder it is to move away from it. It is like a thirst, a craving, but it is possible to break an addiction, any addiction.
 
Some people that we encounter in this lifetime are sick people. And many times on the surface you cannot tell. They are often very smooth talking people. It is like the poem, the spider and the fly...you are the fly and that person is the spider...luring you into the den with words of praise and compliments.
And as the poem goes...the last line says, "And the silly little fly never came out again."
 
Don't be the fly to someone's spider. Stand up for yourself, for your dignity and self respect. Get away from these people....RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!


PS: I just checked the date in which I had written this and it was on my birthday. It was a wonderful gift to myself. Happy writing and reading to you all. And, happy life.
Also, I would love to hear from you on this matter, if you need to talk just comment below. If you want a discussion, I am here.












Tuesday, 7 January 2014

IT’S ALL WORDS UNDER THE BRIDGE NOW



So there it is…your very own book. And you just typed The End. What a feeling, hey? What elation and satisfaction. But wait! What do you do now? Well, you probably get yourself a cup of tea or coffee or whatever else you prefer and tuck your feet under you and start at the beginning.
A read through should do it, hey? Then your book will be off into the world to wing its way to fame and fortune. So you begin…
Oh my! What’s this? A misspelled word and in the first paragraph already. You make a mental note that you must read more carefully. Second paragraph has a missing word, and what’s that? Of all things you missed a quote.
It soon becomes apparent that you may need to rewrite the whole manuscript. So the second draft begins.
This is a big mistake that many first authors make. No, I am not talking about editing the first draft and probably rewriting here and there. The big mistake is often being so anxious to get that baby off and flying on its own, that an anxious new author will send it off before it’s out of diapers so to speak.
So now you have come to the conclusion that the first draft is not the finished work. It is a concoction of random thoughts, hurried dialogue, mistakes here and there and many other editing errors. A book is a series of rewrites. But please, don’t get so engrossed in the editing process that you never finish.
Writing a book is much like painting a picture. You can overpaint and you can certainly overwrite. One must know when to stop and that is not an easy thing to accomplish. Only experience and letting go will tell you when it’s time to stop and finally be ready for your book to hit the big time.
After that, if you are self-publishing, you will need to make decisions about a cover, a fabulous description, teasers, blurbs, and so many other decisions that you will start to believe that writing the book in the first place was the easiest part of all.

Good luck with all of it and try and remember that this is your journey, your book, your life. Happy  writing and good luck.

Wednesday, 1 January 2014

NEW YEARS NEWS

Hello all,
Here it is another New Year's Day again. Years slip by and we all do what we can to survive and move forward. I will soon be busy writing After Glow, book 4 of The Dream Series. I'm starting to get itchy fingers already.
Just one note on books completed and available for sale: The Vampire and the Lady has a new Cover.


Broderick Blanchard doesn't know what hit him when he wakes up sick. What happens to him after that is an adventure he had never dreamed of. Now living his life as a brand new vampire, he's learning as he goes along. He makes a few mistakes along the way, first one being with his friend, Freddie. 
When he meets Savannah, a real honest to goodness Lady, he's smitten and falls for her instantly. However, Savannah, an over protected young woman, doesn't seem in the least bit surprised when she learns that Brod is a vampire. 
Trouble lurks when Savannah's father, a high profile businessman in New Orleans. is kidnapped. Is it for ransom? Or is it for something more sinister? Could someone be looking for revenge? 
The action quickly moves from the streets of New Orleans to the Louisiana Bayou Country where evil lurks in the mystical swamps.


RECENT FOUR STAR REVIEW: I haven't read many vampire stories but I saw a snippet and liked the look of the writing so was tempted.

The story certainly wasn't what I expected and some of it I was at a loss to understand (probably because I am not up with vampire lore.) I thought the adventure all might turn out to be a dream or something brought on by Brod's original fever, but it was interesting enough to keep me turning the pages to find out what happens next.
One or two of the characters were brilliantly portrayed. The donor tramp was my favourite. Poor deluded guy. Freddie was a great friend...(yeah right) and I loved a couple of the swamp scenes he was in.
The romance was understated but written passionately, which is a difficult combination and hard to pull off but the author successfully managed it. All in all a good read.

You can check out the other books in the Dream series at:
Amazon.com

I've been working on a number of my digital e books to also include the paperback copy of them. That right now is an ongoing process. 

It's amazing to me the amount of snow that has come down already this winter and winter is only eleven days old. Might be a long, snowy winter. More time to write then I guess. 

I am not one who makes NY resolutions as I believe that goals are an ongoing process that one must keep up with all year and not put such a heavy load on one's shoulders at the first of a new year. It can be very frustrating and overwhelming to try and keep such resolutions and most people don't, then they feel guilty that they even made them in the first place if they couldn't fulfill them. So that is my take on that.

Anyone else here make NY resolutions? And who actually keeps them?






Wednesday, 27 November 2013

DROPPING IN

Thought it was time I dropped in to say hello. Yeah, I've been lazy about writing here but believe me I've been busy on other things. And since no one comments on any of my posts I figured no one would even miss me anyway. 
Since getting out The Vampire and the Lady and Who's Colleen Sutton? I have taken  bit of a break from writing except some editing on other novels. January will be the time when I will be going full force on the fourth book in the Dream Series which starts with 1964: Chasing a Dream. So if you haven't read that or book 2, Facing reality or book 3 Missing Link, then maybe you should start so you can be caught up when After Glow comes out sometime in the spring of 2014. 
After that will be the last book in the series, Raging Nightmare. That last book will go back to the 1920s when it all began and it will end with Marlee Sweet's birth in 1943. 

Other than that there are a few other novels in the works and it will be a long winter, so hoping to get a lot written over the months of January to April. Right now, just like most everyone else, preparing for Christmas and getting that over with. 

So all of you take care, and you American friends I hope will enjoy your Thanksgiving tomorrow and then on to Christmas festivities. Take care everyone. Be back soon with more info from a writing life. Happy Reading and Writing everyone. 

One last reminder that anyone in the Christmas mood might want to look up my short story Magical Coat. It's available on Amazon, Smashwords, Barnes & Nobel, Sony, Diesel and Apple iTunes. Have a happy holiday. 

Wednesday, 13 November 2013

DANGEROUS VILLAINS HAD ALWAYS BEEN SAVANNAH'S DOWNFALL

MY FIRST VAMPIRE BOOK



The Vampire and the Lady  is now available at Smashwords and Amazon and here is a description of it. 


Broderick Blanchard doesn't know what hit him when he wakes up sick. What happens to him after that is an adventure he had never dreamed of. Now living his life as a brand new vampire, he's learning as he goes along. He makes a few mistakes along the way, first one being with his friend, Freddie. 
When he meets Savannah, a real honest to goodness Lady, he's smitten and falls for her instantly. However, Savannah, an over protected young woman, doesn't seem in the least bit surprised when she learns that Brod is a vampire. 
Trouble lurks when Savannah's father, a high profile businessman in New Orleans. is kidnapped. Is it for ransom? Or is it for something more sinister? Could someone be looking for revenge? 
The action quickly moves from the streets of New Orleans to the Louisiana Bayou Country where evil lurks in the mystical swamps.

EXCERPT:
The man jumped almost out of his dirty, long coat. He turned and gazed at me. I smiled at him and he said, “I ain’t et in two days. And this food in here is pure garbage.”
“That’s because it is garbage, my friend.” I laughed.
He kept digging, throwing out containers on the ground and reaching further into the garbage.
“What’s your name?” I asked him.
Without looking up he mumbled, “Larry.”
“You got a last name, Larry?”
This time he pulled his head out of the garbage and stared at me. “I do, but it don’t matter no more. I’m just Larry now.”
“Well, Larry, how’d you like to have a meal on me?”
I was thinking that I was about to have a meal on him, so it only seemed appropriate that I should give him a meal first.


If you decided to give this book a read, please leave a review if you liked it. It will help me decide if I might write another vampire book or not. 



Tuesday, 5 November 2013

Just Released


WHO'S COLLEEN SUTTON?

This fast moving novel is full of twists and turns and lots of questions. Just who is Colleen Sutton anyway? The police chief knows, but also someone else knows. Someone dangerous and unpredictable. Should Eve be worried? It's hard for her to be worried when she doesn't even know who she is.Yes, Eve lost her memory when she plunged over a bank after hitting a deer. 

Here is a brief description and a list of characters:

Eve Summers: Blue eyes and dark brown hair arrives at Ted's cabin on Friday night.
Colleen Sutton: Eve's biological mother, blue eyes, light brown hair.
Daphne Harrison: Eve's best friend, green eyes.
Bud Johnson: Ted's friend  who doesn't make it to the cabin with him.
Ted Daily:, The guy who owns the cabin arrives on Saturday night late.
Orville Laffin: chief of police for Avonville, interviews Eve on Sunday.
Adele  Snowdon: Meets Eve and gives her a job on Sunday. Adele has taffy coloured, long hair which she changes to short later.
Octavious Blanchard:  Sees Eve (Colleen) first on Sunday in an apron.
Brian Summers: Colleen's Dad tells her about Coleen before he dies.
Doc  Kelly:  referred to as the town doc, we don't ever meet him.  
Arlene Laffin: the police chief's wife and best friend of Colleen's.
Derek: Daphne's new husband.
Honey Brown: Eve's new name given to her by Adele.

Eve Summers goes on a weekend trip to find her biological mother. But instead she winds up in a cabin in the woods shaken, hurt and with no memory. Things take an interesting turn when Ted Daily, owner of the cabin shows up and Eve tells him that it's her cabin. 
With no memory of her past, Eve is befriended by Adele Snowdon who gives her a job in her diner. Calling herself Colleen Sutton, she is surprised when people start thinking they've seen a ghost. Especially, Octavious Blanchard the town's weirdo. 
When he kindnaps Eve and takes her to his mother's old house, Ted and the chief of police get on his trail. 
Will they arrive in time to save Eve from Octavious's crazy clutches? And who the heck killed Colleen Sutton anyway?

Available now at Amazon and Smashwords


Sunday, 27 October 2013

WORKING LATE WITH THE OIL LAMP GLOWING

I often wonder how to explain that I work late into the night. Is that to be considering working late or working early? Another explanation is 'burning the midnight oil'. Well, that is what I've been doing lately. And, no I don't work by lamp light, well not oil lamp light anyway. Would be kinda hard on the eyes I think.
But, no matter how you look at it, I've been filling the early morning hours with long paragraphs and descriptive concoctions for my new book, The Vampire and the Lady. 

Started this over a year ago and was doing pretty well up until spring when I hit a snag. My light went out! I had my two vampire characters in a perilous situation and didn't know how to get them out of it. Nor did I know how to carry on or what the last part and the ending of the book might be. 

Now, when writing, it's very difficult to move forward when you have lost your way in the dark. So, I did what I usually do, I ignored it, left it simmering...for the whole summer. Occasionally, I thought of it and felt frustrated because in my mind's eye, I could see them sitting there, worried, frightened, thinking, when the hell is she going to get us out of this situation? 

You see, as I've mentioned here before, when I am not working on a book, my characters go into a frozen mode. So there they sat over the long summer months in a man-sized cage in a dark room. It wasn't until just recently that I decided to drag out my draft and read what I'd written and do some editing. That was the least I could for them. After editing about six chapters, I went to bed...finally. But although it was between 3 and 4 in the morning, I could not settle down as usual and sleep. I tossed and turned as visions exploded in my head and my two trapped characters decided to get themselves out of their predicament. All I did was watch in my mind. I was so wired up that I wondered if I would remember it in the morning. But I determined that I would get some sleep and not get up again and write down what I knew. 

Come morning, I remembered it well and got started writing. I wrote most of the day, the words were flowing freely from my fingertips, as the keyboard played a symphony of rat a tat tats. I didn't stop until I reached the last line. After writing up a short epilogue, which I later embellished, I felt satisfied at last that I had done justice to my characters and gave them life again. 

Right now this novel is in its first draft state. I am doing some editing from time to time, but I've also moved on to another novel that has been sitting and waiting for me to unfreeze my characters and get on with it. I hope to have these two novels complete within the next few weeks. 

In the meantime, here are a few excerpts from The Vampire and the Lady. 



(Savannah watched as I ripped a crawfish apart, grabbing the head and the tail. I then proceeded to suck out the head juices. It seemed to be an erotic moment for her when I sucked and watched her with my eyes. I wondered if she was anticipating what I was anticipating, and I had the urge to leave the bash right then. However, I controlled myself and watched as she went through the same procedure with her crawfish.)  
(When we finally reached the downtrodden cabin, we stopped at the crest of a hill and peered down. It was worn and beaten, one of those swamp cabins they often called Acadian or Cajun houses. It nestled between tall Cypress and Tupelo trees growing on the banks of the swamps. A hook hung on the porch wall with some kind of ancient animal carcass attached to it. A skull, that could have been the remnants of an alligator, was lying on the porch floor, and beside it was an old straw broom leaning against the wall. The cabin stood on stilts at the water’s edge.)

(“Oh, I see. Have you and Angie ever—”
“What? Got it on? What do you think?”
“Just wondering. Might be kinda different for you, next time you do. Have you since you…ah…became a vampire?”
“Actually, no.”
“Well, let me tell you, when you do, you’re gonna to be in for a surprise. You’re gonna find that you’ll probably want to do it all night. But you got to consider her. And the desire to bite her will be almost impossible to control. But you can control it, because you’ll find once you set your mind to it, you can do anything you want. Hold back, let it go, or whatever she desires. And if you get the courage up to tell her what you are and she goes for it, you’re gonna have one satisfied lady. Well, at least that’s been my experience.”)

(When we finally reached the downtrodden cabin, we stopped at the crest of a hill and peered down. It was worn and beaten, one of those swamp cabins they often called Acadian or Cajun houses. It nestled between tall Cypress and Tupelo trees growing on the banks of the swamps. A hook hung on the porch wall with some kind of ancient animal carcass attached to it. A skull, that could have been the remnants of an alligator, was lying on the porch floor, and beside it was an old straw broom leaning against the wall. The cabin stood on stilts at the water’s edge.) 
(We were just leaving the cabin, when suddenly everything went black inside and the mini world disappeared. Another bright flash brought our vision back to the swamps, but we were stunned at the new vision before us. A very large and very ugly bird was winging its way through the swamp and finally settled on the ground before us. It looked to me like some prehistoric bird from the dinosaur age.
It had a head similar to an eagle with an extra-long, sharp beak. Two large, long wings flapped slowly as feet like talons of an eagle reached down to settle on the ground. The bird had a tail similar to a raccoon’s tail, but very long and fluffy. Once it landed, we could see its enormity. Savannah gasped when the voice of an old man came out of the bird’s beak.
“So you finally got here,” it said, addressing me. I was friggin’ speechless. “It took you some time to do so, but better late than never I guess.”
We stood there with our mouths flapped open, half afraid and half curious. “What are you?” I asked, after I’d found my voice.
The bird chuckled, and it was very odd to see a bird chuckling. “Oh, I guess you don’t recognize me,” it said. And in that instant it dissolved into an old man.)