November 29, 2010

Help Talli Take on Amazon

December 1st is fast approaching and your mission, should you chose to accept it, is to help Talli Roland take on Amazon.com and get her debut novel The Hating Game hit the Kindle bestseller list at Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk.  Even a a few sales in a short period of time on Amazon helps push the book up in the rankings, making it more visible to other readers. 

The Hating Game on Amazon.com.

The Hating Game on Amazon.co.uk


Product Description:

When man-eater Mattie Johns agrees to star on a dating game show to save her ailing recruitment business, she's confident she'll sail through to the end without letting down the perma-guard she's perfected from years of her love 'em and leave 'em dating strategy. After all, what can go wrong with dating a few losers and hanging out long enough to pick up a juicy £50,000 prize? Plenty, Mattie discovers, when it's revealed that the contestants are four of her very unhappy exes. Can Mattie confront her past to get the prize money she so desperately needs, or will her exes finally wreak their long-awaited revenge? And what about the ambitious TV producer whose career depends on stopping her from making it to the end? Who will win The Hating Game?


Okay everyone! Let's see if we can help Talli get her fun debut novel on the Kindle bestseller list!

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Join me on December 1st for the Take on Amazon Web Splash!  See you there!

November 24, 2010

Story Accepted for Publication

I just got some good news!

I just got the news that the fine people at Pill Hill Press have accepted another of my erotic short stories for their Daily Flashes of Erotica Quarterly anthology.  This one will run in the Quarter 2 (April-June) book.

This story is called "Fantasy Match Up" and includes a MC whose fantasy is to give up control during an intimate situation.

In case you're interested, the main character in the other story, "Midnight Watch", which was just released in the first quarter's anthology, Daily Flashes of Erotica Quarterly, Vol. 1, partakes in a bit of voyeurism.

Sexy, steamy stories just might be my future...

In other news...

Everyone have a HAPPY TURKEY DAY. 
Gobble, gobble...

November 22, 2010

Chatting with Family--Storytellers vs. Writers

Okay, so I've been pretty absent from the blogosphere lately. I was sick as a dog (where does that phrase come from? I mean, really, how many dogs are that sick?) for the last week.  The good news is that during my epic battle with the flu I managed to lose 8 pounds.  Gotta look at the positive side, right?  But I'm back now!

Now to the post...

I've come to the conclusion that I did not go to the same high school or experience the same things as a child that my brothers did.  I did, of course, but when I listen to them tell stories from the past I often ask myself "where was I when this was happening?"  Despite the fact that I attended the same high school at the same time as my siblings (there were five of us and we each graduated one after the other, boom, boom, boom) they'll share a story that presumably took place during that time frame and while the others are nodding and chuckling knowingly, I'm flabberghasted that such a thing happened and I was totally oblivious. 

I've decided, and some of my relatives concur, that I spent all of my time either with my head in the clouds or my nose in a book.  So yes, I was oblivious to all of the exciting things that I could have been keeping track of for future use in the fantabulous novel I will someday write.  Seriously, the time my brother and his friends locked their teacher in his office and glued his phone down so he couldn't call out and no one let him out for over 3 hours, even though two more classes showed up?  How much fun is that? But I had no idea. 



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I come from a long line of story tellers.  In fact, I could sit for hours and listen to my brother, my father, my aunt, my grandfather, any of them, tell a story.  They had a way of making the most mundane things seem fun and exciting. When I try and tell the story to someone else, they just look at me like "why are you telling me this?"  They don't see the humor.  And it's all in how it is presented.  When they tell it, laughter to the point of tears ensues. When I try and tell a story, it falls flat. 

However, none of them could actually write their stories out and get even the smallest ratio of the same reaction.  I can WRITE a story.  They can TELL a story, and it's the presentation that sells it--the quirky facial expressions, the hand gestures, the empahsis on a particular word. 

Now, I've heard it said, many times, but most recently in an interview with literary agent Donald Maass, that the best way to put the fire in fiction (which happens to be the title of his recent how-to book for writers) authors should focus less on writing to sell in the current "hot" trend, and focus on being good story tellers.

But what does that mean, exactly? 

I've wondered and worried about this for a while.  It wasn't until I started to analyze why it was that my family members had the great stories but I was the one who considered herself to be a writer (and in a very real sense a story teller).  What was the difference in our approaches?

In the end it comes down to three things, as far as I can tell. 

1.  Details--it was the little things that make my relatives' stories so engrossing.  The gestures, the quirks, the empahsises, the word choices.  The knowing which details to include for the most effect.  While I'll never be the story presenter that they are, I can still incorporate these same things into my writing.

2.  Passion--when my brother tells a story he's fully involved in it, the excitement of what he's relating.  He's completely engrossed in the story he's telling, which draws the audience right in.  If I, as a writer, can't get completely caught up in my story, how could I expect my audience (the readers who will eventually--hopefully--read the fantabulous novel I will write) to get caught up in it?

3.  Conviction--When my aunt or dad or whoever, tells a story, they believe 100% in what they're saying.  Even if they're pulling the "facts" out of thin air, they are convinced, and convincing, that everything happened the way that they are telling it. They don't second guess anything. They don't hem and haw about the details.  So, as a writer, believing, absolutely, in what you are writing, will help your audience believe.

How do you define the difference between writing a story and being a story teller?

November 15, 2010

The Lost Art of Letter Writing

This is a picture of my grandma in 1945.
Her family called her Toots, but but her name was Kathryn.

This is a letter that my grandmother wrote to my grandfather (who was stationed in Europe during World War II) telling him about the birth of their first child, my aunt Sharron.  The previously unknown letter was discovered while going through some of my grandma's things before her funeral last week. 

I've typed exactly how it was written, spelling and punctuation and all.

It's amazing what a person can tell about my grandmother by what she said and how she said it.  Also, it's a great little slice of history. 

Wednesday afternoon

August 15, 1945

My dearest darling Eddie (daddy)
     Yep! Honey it’s all over with except the shouting and I aint talking about the war! I hope you have my cable by now. Sharron Kay arrived about ten minutes after six last night. Darling I wish you could see her! She is a perfect little doll. Lots of black hair and eyes that are so dark blue that they look black. She is, I’m sure, the most wonderful little girl ever to be born.
     I didn’t write you my daily letter last nite cause by the time I was finished with my celebration the mail had gone out. Anyway I hope I get this one in the mail this evening.
     Jim + Lola are sending the cable. There was no one to send it last night and everything is closed today but they are trying.
     Yesterday morning I got up feeling fine except every time I moved I almost left a puddle of water behind. Pa brought me down. Got here at 12:30 and I still felt fine except I was still flooding. The nurse brought me in and undressed me, then took me to the bathroom for an enema. About two o’clock I started having pains five minutes apart but they were easy. About three thirty they came every two or three minutes and got harder and harder. Was in a bit of misery from about four until five minutes till six when they had me on the push cart and took me to the delivery room. Things really began to happen fast and furious then and about the third hard pain I had out popped the baby. It was fine from there on out and I’ve never had a single hurt. President Truman was just starting his VJ speech when Sherry made her debut with a loud bawl and by the time she quit crying, the Pres. was thru talking. Sure starting the life out as an important one isn’t she? Guess she is too!
     She sure is grand. I sorta hoped for your sake that it would be a boy but we can have him when you come back. She is so bright eyed and lively. After they bathed her when she was born they brought her in and I darn near blew a fuse with pride. She is so sweet. Then this morning at six they brought her in to nurse. When she snuggled her little pug nose up against me I felt like I was the only woman in the world. And how she did suck. She is a regular glutton although there is nothing much but watery milk in my breasts yet. I hope I can continue to nurse her.
     I’m so glad the war is finally over. Now maybe you can come home to us before too long. We sure hope so.
     Ellen was in a minute last nite. Jim + Lola this afternoon. Has been raining hard all day so no grandparents have been in to see the new arrival. Will be tomorrow I guess. They telephoned and asked how I was.
     We love you very much Eddie and hope you are half as tickled as we are. I really feel wonderful. Loads of love and hugs and kisses. Toots + Sherry


Part of what makes this letter so interesting to me is that by the time I knew my grandma she was already sixty years old and a very straight-forward, practical type person.  The emotion and love were there, but she wasn't a particularly sentimental person, if you know what I mean.  This letter shows a side of her that I'd never seen before.  But then the blunt talk about the birth fits perfectly with the woman I knew.
 
Also, the bit about my aunt being born as Truman was declaring the war over is just an awesome piece of trivia.
 
People just don't write letters like this any more.  It's truely a lost art.   
 

November 14, 2010

Only in Wyoming...a top 10 list

I haven't done it in a while, but among my family and friends  I am known for creating the occasional, mostly-humorous accounting of a trip or vacation using the much lauded "Top 10" list format. 

Here is a Top 10 about my travels to Wyoming for my grandmother's funeral.

**DISCLAIMER:  I love Wyoming and the people of Wyoming. This list is in no way meant to belittle the fine people and places of Wyoming (though it may sound like it at times).

Only In Wyoming...:

1.  ...do antelope wander the parking lot of the airport.  Apparently antelope do not present a high security or terror threat. Though Troy thought all horses were benign as well...

 2.  ...does no one look at you askance if you go a day or two (or three or four...) without showering or changing clothes...

3. ...would someone have the nerve to steal my recently deceased grandmother's car (a Ford Tempo with many baskets glued to the dash to hold random Avon stuff...not exactly top of the line chop-shop material) while we were in the house, go joy riding in it, then burn it up outside of town.  Even the cop commented that, unless they found it within an hour or two, it would be burned up in tn the rez.

4. ...would someone offer to let you borrow their car to drive to Texas as long as you brought it back in the spring.

5. ...would the most successful whorehouse within driving distance (called the Tokyo Massage, by the way) be staffed by fifty to sixty year old women charging $200 a pop.  And when it was raided everyone was "shocked" to discover such a place existed (not really, since people had been talking about it for years, maybe even decades)...

6.  ...are animal carcasses (and heads and antlers...) considered the height of decorative fashion.  Your home decor is not complete without at least one deer head or stuffed duck or preserved fish hanging on your wall.  And antlers are a fabulous place to hang your hat!...

7. ...does no one raise an eyebrow when a 27 year old woman shares a bed with her 29 year old stepbrother, not even her husband... (these are my siblings, by the way...alcohol may or may not have been involved...)

8.  ...does everyone, and I mean everyone, have at least one dog running around their yard, and leash laws apparently don't exist...

9.  ...is shooting at the birds (or pesky cats) with a pellet gun considered a fun evening's entertainment...

10.  ... can you see this:


November 09, 2010

Sometimes life sucks.

So, we're barely into the month and already I can say that NaNo will be a complete failure for me.  And, believe it or not, it's not because I'm procrastinating or lack discipline.

Okay, that was really just to make the post at least a little bit writing related.  Basically, my life kind of sucks right now.  And yes, that means I'm going to go a bit off topic for a minute.

Here are the things I'm dealing with (in chronological order, not really order of importance or impact):

1.  My mom went in for neck surgery almost two weeks ago.  The last time she went in, it left her completely paralyzed on her left side for eight weeks and she spent six weeks in a rehabilitation hospital.  Then, the make it worse, the surgery didn't heal right and she had to go back almost two weeks ago to have it re-done, plus some additional work.  This time she lost all strength (there's still movement, but no strength at all) in her left side, developed several blood clots in her lungs and the swelling and bruising from an incision on her hip (where they cut out bone to graft into her spine) is pressing on her sciatic nerve, causing major pain. And now she gets to spend another couple of weeks in the rehabilitation hospital.

2. My 92 year old grandmother (dad's side of the family) went in for colon surgery and threw a blood clot and died late last week.  So now I'm staying with my family in Wyoming for a week while we work on arrangements.  I'm going to do another post on her later because she was the most amazing woman, bar none, that I have ever met and I read a really cool letter she wrote to my grandfather when my aunt was born that was amazing.

3.  My great-aunt Carol (mom's side of the family) went into surgery last week (also on her colon) and had a stroke during surgery and the prognosis is grim.

4.  My honorary aunt Val went into surgery last week (also on her colon), but she's doing pretty well.  Thankfully.

5.  My mom is mad at my brother, my  brother is completely grief stricken by my grandmother's death (they were really, really close), and the stress and grief is causing everyone in my family to act a little oddly.  And I always feel just a little bit insecure when I'm around the Wyoming side of my family.

6.  Getting to the middle of Wyoming is no easy (and not inexpensive) feat.  I actually have plans for another (more humorous and less bitching and moaning) post about my trials in getting to my family's home in Wyoming.

So, anyway, I haven't even looked at my NaNo project in almost a week.  And, to be honest, I'm not that upset by it. Obviously I have other more important priorities at the moment. But it was my first attempt at NaNo and I'd have liked to get a little farther than 3,000 words at this point.

Thank you for reading. I just sort of needed to get this off of my chest and this is as close to a journal or confessional as I have. 

PS.  Everyone, take care of your colons!  You may have noticed a theme in some of those surgeries above.

November 04, 2010

Anthology Released Today!

The anthology that contains my second short story that was accepted for publication was released today. 

Daily Flashes of Erotica Quarterly #1 is now availiable through Pill Hill Press.  It contains my short story "Midnight Watch" on January 16!


Featuring daily doses of adult flash fiction, DAILY FLASHES OF EROTICA QUARTERLY is published four times per year. As a daily flash fiction calendar anthology, a 1500 word or less short story is featured for every day of the calendar year (January - March 2011). This is a fun and steamy anthology designed for busy adult readers.

November 03, 2010

NaNoWriMo--Page One

So here's the first, VERY ROUGH, page of my NaNo WIP tentatively called "Guyliner"

So far (as of the end of day 2) I've made my word count goals.  Yay!  Here's hoping we (meaning I) can keep it up!

This is what I picture Connor to look like. It's really Kellan Lutz. Sigh. Gorgeous, right?
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Connor fixed his gaze on a point of color several feet in front of him as he counted out the reps in the final set at the lat pull down machine. The muscles in his shoulders burned and his triceps quivered as he lowered the bar below his chin. Focusing on the pale blue specks of color helped him ignore the pain. As he counted, he let the color surround him, the icy hue cooling his overheated skin. With only two reps to go, the image expanded. No longer was it a vast blue field, it was a pair of bright eyes accented with dark lashes and outlined in black eyeliner. The eyes were part of a narrow face that would be considered pretty if it weren’t for the very masculine angles and planes.



Wow, Connor thought as he pulled the bar of the weight machine to his chest for the last time, eyeliner boy is hot.


His hands lost their grip on the bar the minute the thought processed in his brain. The handle swung up, clipping his chin as the weights crashed down.


He tasted blood and his lip throbbed. “Crap, crap, crap.”  He jumped to his feet.


All around him, students stared. He could feel thirty sets of eyes trained on him. The small noises of weights clanking into position and athletes’ grunts and pants as they strained at the equipment were gone.


“Fitzpatrick!” Coach Petrewski barked into the silence. “What the hell was that?”


What could he say? He couldn’t tell Coach what really happened. Yeah, there was conversation he never imagined having. Gee, Coach, I just realized I’m a sucker for pretty blue eyes, especially a guy’s, and I was a little startled to find I was attracted to a boy. No matter that I’m dating your daughter… So, yeah, that was totally not happening.
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Any thoughts so far?

November 02, 2010

Poetry for the Non-Poetic

The second week of my creative writing class was just as interesting as the first.  I didn't really learn anything, but it was a lot of fun. 

This week's topics: Poetry and Character Outlines

Here's what I learned about poetry:  It doesn't have to rhyme or even follow a specific meter to be considered poetry. That's it. That's all she said. 

But we did do a fun exercise where we got to write a diamond poem.

Here's the format:  "Diamond Poetry usually shows change. The beginning line and the last line are opposites or contrasting words. The poem shows gradual change from the first line to the last line. It's in the shape of a diamond."  The first line is a noun that is the opposite of the last line.  The second line is two words that describe line one. The third line is three words related to the noun ending with "ing" or "ed". The fourth line is made up of two nouns that relate to line one and two nouns that relate to the last line. The fifth line is three words that end with "ing" or "ed" that relate to the last line. The sixth line is two words describing the noun in the last line.  The last line is a noun that is the opposite of line one.

Here's the example from the class:

War
Run, Hit
Stabbing, Shooting, Killing
Vietnam, Iran, U.S., Japan
Living, Relaxing, Singing
Harmony, Free
Peace

One of the cool things about diamond poetry that was discussed in class is that if you read it backwards, from bottom to top, it gives a completely different emotional feel or impact.  In this one, it starts out kind of scary and violent and ends peaceful and hopeful.  Reading it backwards, it starts out relaxed and peaceful, and ends up scary and disheartening.

Most people picked kind of serious topics for theirs.  We had ones about abortion, infidelity, politics. I took a slightly different tact (the lady next to me liked it so much she copied it down in her notebook--yeah, I'm cool).  Here's what I came up with:

Beauty
Lovely, Sweet
Singing, Dancing, Strolling
Daughter, Maiden, Monster, Master
Growling, Prowling, Roaring
Fierce, Proud
Beast

Yeah, I'm totally talking Disney here! :)  This is the perfect poetry for the non-poetic, which means this is my kind of poetry!

Anybody out there poets? What do you like about writing poetry?


November 01, 2010

Ready, Set... Write!

Day 1 of National Novel Writing Month... 

Because I should be writing that novel, at least the first 1,667 words (though I'm shooting for an even 2,000 per day, to account for a few days off here and there), I'm going to leave you with this quote from the always inspiring Stephen King:

"The scariest moment is always just before you start. After that, things can only get better."

Good luck to my fellow WriMoers! :)