Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
The Winners* Are:
1. Pricolici pdf copy- Sherry!
2. $10 Amazon GC- Lori!
3. Special Halloween Joke Contest, Pricolici pdf copy- PC!
*I'll be emailing the winners; if they do not contact me within 48 hours new winners will be chosen.
** If you still haven't gotten your copy of Pricolici, I'll be giving away another copy on Nov. 20th when I visit Labelle's Books on blogspot. They also have weekly giveaways, so check it out!
*** Come back later today for another chapter of Adverse Effects, as a treat for all those that didn't win, and tomorrow I will have another installment of Never More Lonely with the Wednesday Briefs.
Monday, October 29, 2012
Today I want to focus on the main holiday for all us lovers of the paranormal, Halloween! I found a naughty little joke I'm going to share below. I'd love to hear your favorites. As a surprise bonus, the person who can make me laugh the hardest will win a copy of Pricolici, outside my other contest prize offerings!! Everyone else who doesn't win will still be entered in my main contest.
On to the funnies!!
10 Things That Sound Dirty On Halloween, But Aren’t…
1. So…What’d you get in the sack?
2. Once you get under the sheet, start moaning and groaning!!!
3. Just hop on that broomstick and ride it!
4. Those small suckers are gone in a few licks!
5. I got the best piece from that house.
6. Quit screwing around on the porch!!!
7. Stick your hand in and guess what you’re feeling….
8. It was so filled and heavy, I had to use TWO hands!!
9. They’ll suck you dry if they get their teeth in you.
10. I bobbed and bobbed, but couldn’t get my mouth around it!
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Saturday, October 27, 2012
Friday, October 26, 2012
Well, isn't he just a sparkling example of wit and charm? I hope Tucker will be ready to sit down for his interview tomorrow! In the meantime, check out this excerpt. Don't forget to follow and comment to get your entries to win a free copy of Pricolici or a $10 Amazon GC.
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Tucker froze at the order from a voice laced with the wolf's growl. The ache he’d felt earlier from the bartender had nothing on the way he felt from the suddenly overwhelming surge of lust that emanated from Stelian.
Tucker couldn't help but lick his lips as he stared at the strange lupe's strong and handsome face that matched the hard, muscular body he’d been pinned against earlier. All lupes were stronger than they looked, but Stelian was taller and more heavily muscled than the biggest male in his old haitas. Unbidden, the power inside Tucker poured forth and met Stelian's aura.
There was a sensation of blending, a mingling of two different yet similar forces. Stelian’s hand was hot against Tucker's neck as he tugged at his chain, pulling his face closer to Stelian's. The lupe's breath puffed against his lips, only inches away from Tucker’s. It startled Tucker and he jerked away, his power snapping back inside him like a rubber band as his chair tipped over backward. Tucker fell over with it, landing on his back. He tucked his body and then rolled into a crouch, facing the larger lupe.
His body was vibrating from growls deep in his chest as he glared at Stelian. "What did you do?" It startled him when his voice became lower and deeper. His inner animal wanted out, but he didn’t know if it was to fight or play.
Stelian jammed his thumb at his chest. "Me? I did nothing but answer your call, little lupe.” He smirked. “I’ve been able to feel you for days now, getting closer. You've been in my territory before, in this very room in fact. As soon as you entered the club, I knew what you were."
Tucker stopped and pulled himself erect, his hands clenched in frustration at his sides. Would this lupe ever make sense? "That's impossible! I've never been here before. I'd remember."
"Not in person, but your spectral aspect has been here."
Tucker scoffed. "Spectral aspect? What in the hell are you talking about?"
"I told you. I know what you are. Don't try to deny it." Stelian glared at him and Tucker glared back with equal intensity. He knew he shouldn't antagonize him. Stelian was the strongest lupe he’d ever felt, but he needed answers.
"What am I then?"
"A priest. A hultan is a priest."
Tucker burst out laughing. He closed his eyes and laughed until tears leaked out of the corners. Stelian growled. Tucker could smell his anger. Normally he’d be running out of the bar as fast as he could, but he couldn’t seem to leave. Now this crazy lupe thought he was some holy man. "I don't think so. I'm not even Catholic. Nor do I wish to take vows of celibacy." Tucker shivered at the thought and rolled his eyes.
Stelian made a dismissive sound and looked at him in disgust. "You’re impossibly young. You know nothing."
"True." Tucker shrugged. He couldn't argue with truth. "I've only been a lupe for six months."
Stelian's eyes widened and then squeezed shut. His hand came up to pinch the bridge of his nose. He took a deep breath. "You transformed on your twentieth birthday?"
Stelian's eyes were still shut but his hand fell to his side. "You are only twenty years old?"
Tucker frowned at Stelian and then folded his arms across his chest. "Yeah, so what? You're all of what, twenty-seven?"
Stelian’s eyes opened and the look in them was full of things Tucker couldn’t fathom. “I am two thousand three hundred and sixteen years old."
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Thursday, October 25, 2012
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Thanks so much for reading this latest installment of Cooper and Owen's story. I hope it wasn't too predictable! Now that you're done, don't forget to check out the other Wednesday Briefer's flash stories!
Monday, October 22, 2012
Do you ever wonder why some dialogue works in stories and some doesn't? Why you can picture one conversation better than another? In my vast reading, I've come to the conclusion it is often what the character doesn't say that is just as important as what they do!
People aren't robots that lay out lines and leave their conversation at that. We wave our hands, wiggle our eyebrows, shift in our seats, cross our legs, nod, shrug ... the choices are endless. The point is, body language is vital to good dialogue. This is, of course, a big part of the aspect of writing considered 'showing'.
"It was this big," she said.
"It was. Maybe even bigger."
"Did you actually see it?" I asked.
"Well yeah. If you come over tonight you can see it too. I know you want to."
So, what do you think? Do you have any idea of what the conversation is about? Can you picture it?
"It was this big," she said. She spread her palms apart.
My mouth dropped open. "No!"
She grinned. "It was." She pushed her hands farther apart. "Maybe even bigger."
I leaned over the table. "Did you actually see it?" I asked.
"Well yeah. If you come over tonight you can see it too. I know you want to."
I covered my face with my hands but I couldn't block out her giggles.
See the difference? The second option is much richer and shows you the character's emotions, yet all I did was show actions, no thoughts or emotions. We subconciously associate certain actions and positions with certain emotions and moods. Body language tells us how characters feel about the subject they are discussing and the person they are speaking to without having to actually spell it out for the reader. Authors have to go beyond the character's words themselves and add the appropriate body language, if they want to have a successful flow to their story dialogue.
A key to providing those physical cues comes from knowing them. Observation is the best method for picking up on those subtle clues we tend to forget we even notice. One way is to people watch. It can be done anywhere, the grocery store, coffee shop, club, park, work... and then the author can incorporate what is seen while writing. Keep an ear out for the dialogue at the same time, of course, and twice the work is done at one time!
Sunday, October 21, 2012
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
I really enjoyed Aaron, as hard to read as it was. The trauma Aaron experienced, and the realism with which you portrayed his actions afterward, were incredibly well done. Spencer's character showed exactly how much research J.P. did, which is the #1 requirement in a great story imo.
The writing flowed. I started reading this and kept going until I finished at 1 am. Now, I stay up late reading a lot, but this time I was tired; I just couldn't go to sleep until it was done though.
For all of my enjoyment the ending felt a bit abrupt. I looked down in shock when I saw the word Epilogue to check the percentage read and my frown when I saw 95% probably would have scared my family, had they been awake. The story had to end somewhere though, and while I think it could have been expanded a bit to show more of Aaron's relationship with Spencer, I don't think that this book was truly about that. It was about Aaron's recovery, so the ending fit.
If I had to pick one actual thing to quibble about, it would have been the lead up to Aaron's ability to cry. There were several mentions of the fact that as bad as he felt he couldn't cry, not even when he truly wanted to for the emotional release. Yet, when the moment finally comes it was very understated. We were locked into Aaron's head, and feelings, for a lot of the book but at that one point I felt like the scene just didn't have the emotional impact that it could have. He cried but that loggerhead the should have released seemed anticlimactic.
However, that one small issue in regard to the whole is minor. I really liked Aaron and it was worth waiting to purchase it.
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Saturday, October 20, 2012
§ There are a few actually – Binding, a poetry anthology, and Rhyzomic Transmutation – they are all in various stages of development at this point in time.
§ Toughest criticism – ‘You couldn’t write your way out of a wet paper bag.’
§ Ah Catara... it was the name of the place visited and since the story is mainly a story about the culture of the Catarians from the POV of Math, then it only made sense.
§ Writer... oh I was young, grammar school I guess.
§ Yep, love em. Like my protein too.
Thanks for opening up a bit Lugh! Now, read on to find out a bit more about Catara and where you can buy it!
Blurb: It was supposed to be a simple shopping trip, just Math and his mother. However, nothing is ever simple for Danyl’s Idenk. Katu would do anything to avoid joining the temple, and has. Then an off-worlder shows up and the temple doesn't seem like such a bad choice after all.
Journal Entry #1
This journal belongs to: Mathew Patlyk Khoury.
Date Started: June 4, 642 AC
Mathew stayed close to Geba while they passed through Customs. The formalities never changed even if the planets did, thought Mathew, as they stood in line. This was his first visit to Catara so everything was of interest; even the breathing apparatus they had to wear to alter the atmosphere to the correct mix for human lungs. In preparation he had studied everything the databank had on these interesting people, it wasn’t much though considering all the times Geba had been here. Besides, Mathew recalled, she ordered me not engage in any form of communication attempt with the Catarians. Nor was I to eat or drink anything on planet. It didn’t make much sense because usually when we visited a planet we had a local meal at the very least and were encouraged to engage with the natives.
Although the information in the databank did not do the Catarian people justice — they were a stunning race, beautiful with their hairless, smooth skin that seemed blue in the dull late afternoon sunlight. Catarians were blue; Mathew wondered how that had been missed in the anthropological information he had downloaded from the ship’s computer, and that made him wonder how much of the other information was incorrect.
And the noise they made! Hawkers yelled at the passersby extolling the value of their goods over their competitors; passersby called to each other in greeting; live animals, kept in cages and pens, added their various growls, clicks, grunt, and squeals to the general din. It was enough to make his head spin.
Having this journal so easily accessible now makes recording my thoughts so much easier. I was concerned that maybe Mother could be wrong about the Catarians but to watch her trade with them, maybe she is correct. The one craftsman never even attempted to look her in the eye, and while I stared at him, he ignored me totally. They haggled, but it was done so quietly they could have been discussing the weather, which is perfect by the way. I don’t know what I’m trying to explain here, except that the other vendors and hawkers are so loud its beginning to make my head hurt, and this one was loud too, until he dealt with my mother. Then he went quiet. I just don’t understand it. What are the Catarian’s hiding? Are they hiding anything? Maybe it’s just me over-reacting. I’ll have to think on it some more.
As they headed deeper into the market to find a booth that sold the material, silqween, Mathew noticed his mother was more tense than usual.
Geba blinked, “Mathew, they are both gray. Different shades of gray, but both gray.”
Mathew looked from one shirt to the other. They were definitely not the same color and neither was gray.
“I would like this too, please.”
For a moment he totally forgot his Mother’s orders. The craftsman did not smile back. Math was confused at first. Why had the Catarian not smiled back? Was it really taboo or just not a custom of these people to smile during business transactions? Mathew sighed as Geba paid for the boots. Then he put them on, placing his old ones in the bag with his other things. Then he carried everything without a word so they could continue on their way through the market.
The Catarian nodded and pulled its hand away to slice off another piece. They chewed their fruit together. Math found the juice was slightly bitter but the flesh was chewy. It is good. Mathew thought as he realized he had disobeyed another of his mother’s orders and did not care one whit; he had been hungry.
The juice dripped off Math’s chin and the Catarian reached over to wipe it off. Mathew turned his head ever so slightly and the Catarian’s fingers came in contact with his lips. His tongue flicked out and he tasted the fruit on its fingers. The Catarian smiled again and Math leaned forward, invading its space. The musky scent of the Catarian did not even bother him as they stood a breath apart sharing more than just the fruit. Images flooded Math’s mind: images of Catarian life on the streets, life as a young Catarian lived. Its name was Katu. It had a mother, father, and brothers. One of Katu’s brothers served in the temple of the Gahpa. The feelings came hard and strong with each image, a strong sense of awe and fear of the Gahpa, as well as respect for those who served.
Geba ran out of the shop, the memory of Danyl’s run-in with the Peacekeepers suddenly fresh in her mind.