Sunday, September 30, 2007
The Goddesses of Storytelling will be blogging with our usual brilliance. We will also be hosting authors of all genres and from all over the Internet.
Authors from Ellora's Cave
from Cerridwen Press and authors associated with Pump Up Your Book Promotion will be blogging here during the month of October.
So roll in the autumn leaves, put on your halloween mask, and come on over to Goddesses of Storytelling for some fun, exciting and definitely diverting blogs.
Charlene Leatherman, Prophecy of Vithan, available at Cerridwen Press
Defeating the villain, destroying the monster, delivering the hero and never breaking a nail.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Thursday, September 27, 2007
On the bright side, what happened has no serious long term impact on my family, friends, or self.
On the bright side, what happened won't stand in the way of my goals - personal or career.
On the bright side, what happened doesn't clash or interfere with my values or beliefs.
On the bright side, what happened will serve as a reminder of what it feels like to feel disappointed and violated, so I use that in a soon-to-be written story to make it more compelling and true to life.
Looking at it that way, I feel a bit better. Thanks for listening.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
It still feels odd to say
“I’m a romance author.”
After all, it’s still new enough that the royalty checks aren’t exactly paying the bills yet. My wonderful husband, (yes that's him in the picture, and ignore my demonic red eyes--I usually have them camouflaged so I can pass amongst you unnoticed) however, has no such compunctions. I was utterly thrilled when he proudly told everyone exactly what I was up to now. He even gave my card with my website to a few folks I didn’t know very well. In his mind, it’s not a transition thing. I’m published. Therefore I’m an author. And aren’t I lucky that he’s willing to put up with a lean year or two to give me this chance?
Like most writers I have been known to experience those “what the heck am I doing?” moments. Like today when I realized I had signed up to blog and I sat wondering what on earth I had to say that anyone would want to read. I’m getting—just beginning to, but getting—the idea that people are willing to pay a few bucks to read my stories. That idea still astounds me, and in a way I hope it always will. But my stories are about cowboys or dragons or ghosts. I’m just an ordinary person. Every time I’m on a loop chat I’m still amazed that the “real” authors are talking to me. And some of them, amazingly enough, have actually read my books and liked them. That still makes me giddy.
I think a bit of my doubt stems from the fact that up until now, my books have been coming out in a slow trickle. One last December, another this spring, Dragon in the System in June and Beltaine Bargain, in August. Starting in October, though, things will be speeding up and I’m so excited I can hardly stand it. From then through March, it’s a steady stream. And just to shore up my faltering confidence, today my mother-in-law emailed, asking me to send up four copies of Crazy for the Cowboy for her cleaning lady’s book club. They’ve read the first book and can’t wait for more. How cool is that?
Wow. I guess maybe I am a REAL author after all!
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Yesterday was Yom Kippur. I saw it on the calender. I had no idea what it was except something about the Jewish New Year.
In my New Year, there is dancing, and drinking, and fireworks, and resolutions and hubby and I watch old movies (circa 1930) and it happens in January.
I wanted to know what Yom Kippur was so I went to a wonderful Jewish informational website
After reading this I wondered if we all would be better off if we celebrated our new year in January with less drinking and more like Yom Kippur.
Here is what Chabad.org said about Yom Kippur:
Yom Kippur in a Nutshell
Yom Kippur is the holiest day of the year--the day on which we are closest to G‑d and to the quintessence of our own souls. It is the Day of Atonement -- "For on this day He will forgive you, to purify you, that you be cleansed from all your sins before G‑d" (Leviticus 16:30).
For twenty-six hours--from several minutes before sunset on Tishrei 9 to after nightfall on Tishrei 10--we "afflict our souls": we abstain from food and drink, do not wash or anoint our bodies, do not wear leather shoes, and abstain from marital relations.
Before Yom Kippur we perform the Kaparot atonement service; we request and receive honey cake, in acknowledgement that we are all recipients in G-d's world and in prayerful hope for a sweet and abundant year; eat a festive meal, immerse in a mikvah, and give extra charity. Late afternoon we eat the pre-fast meal, following which we bless our children, light a memorial candle as well as the holiday candles, and go to the synagogue for Kol Nidrei services.
In the course of Yom Kippur we hold five prayer services: Maariv, with its solemn Kol Nidrei service, on the eve of Yom Kippur; Shacharit--the morning prayer; Musaf, which includes a detailed account of the Yom Kippur Temple service; Minchah, which includes the reading of the Book of Jonah; and Ne'illah, the "closing of the gates" service at sunset. We say the Al Chet confession of sins eight times in the course of Yom Kippur, and recite Psalms every available moment.
The day is the most solemn of the year, yet an undertone of joy suffuses it: a joy that revels in the spirituality of the day and expresses the confidence that G-d will accept our repentance, forgive our sins, and seal our verdict for a year of life, health and happiness. When the closing Ne'illah service climaxes in the resounding cries of "Hear O Israel... G-d is one" and a single blast of the shofar, followed by the proclamation, "Next year in Jerusalem." Then joy erupts in song and dance (a Chabad custom is to sing the lively "Napoleon's March"), followed by the festive after-fast meal, making the evening after Yom Kippur a Yom Tov (festival) in its own right.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Friday, September 21, 2007
I'm now the mother of a teenager. Yes, my oldest turned 13 as has one of my daycare kidlets (I've had her since she was 18 months old, so she might as well be mine - lol!). It's bittersweet in terms of moving into young adulthood, but these are two of the sweetest, funniest, talented and creative kids I've ever met.
I'm co-teaching a class room wide literature circle in my son's eigth-grade class and I'm helping teach art in my other son's fourth grade class. I love both of these age groups - kids are absolutely amazing and I'm so lucky to be able to interact with entire classes like this.
I've gotten absolutely fabulous reviews for my latest release, Best Laid Plans (here are the links if you want to peek)
I've also been offered a contract for my third Torrid Tarot story, Mystic Circle which will complete the story cycle that started with I Put a Spell on You and will continue in November with Ronan's Grail.
And...I have some other stellar writing news that I can't quite share yet, but I should be able to next month. Yeah...I know...I'm a tease. :)
And, to add to my excitement, I'm going to the Ren Faire this weekend with my awesome sister-in-law - we're leaving my brother and hubby with the kids and are going to cut loose and have a blast!
I hope everyone has an absolutely spectacular joy-filled weekend!
Thursday, September 20, 2007
I’ve been to LoTs of conferences. Maybe more than I want to admit. But over the years I’ve learned a few things.
Know what to expect. Some excitement, some disappointment. No big deal. Rome wasn’t built in a day. Ditto a writing career.
Know what not to expect. See above.
Know what you’ll remember. Having an awesome time catching up with friends, meeting new people all over the place, and generally have a fast-forward good time.
Know what you won’t. When someone gives you a business card, write something on the back to remind yourself who/what/when/why. You think you’ll remember what you were talking about with Ms. Lunch Companion, but...
Know something about the place before you arrive. That way you’ ll be able to do at least one non-writing related thing, something you wouldn’t be able to do at home. Go to a museum, walk through a historic neighborhood, visit a park. You get the idea.
Last thing; let other people know you’re going.
Saturday, October 6 @ 4-5:30
515 Route One South, Iselin, NJ 08830
They were called "Wiggentree" in Westmoreland. It was greatly venerated by the DRUIDS and was formerly known as the "Witchen" because it was supposed to ward off WITCHES. "Rowan tree or reed, Put the witches to speed."
Many mountain-ash tree berries are said to demote a deficient harvest. In Aberdeenshire it was cutomary to make crosses of roan twigs on the eve of the INVENTION OF THE CROSS and to put them over doors and windows tow ard aoff witches and evil spirits."
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
He slowed the bus and pointed up a hill to the tumbled down ruins of a stone cottage. "A man died there," he said solemnly and proceeded to tell a story. The man worked on the roads. He had to clear away weeds and bushes from the roadside where a small rowan tree had taken root. He pulled up the tree and tossed it aside.
"Fairies live in rowan trees. If a rowan tree is cut down or ripped up by its roots the fairies escape into the world and will wreak vengeance on the person who dared to disturb them." The driver pulled into a layby to let a bus go past.
"Two weeks after the road worker killed the rowan tree a huge rock crashed down the hill, smashed into his cottage and killed him." The driver turned to his passengers and said. "Never cut down a rowan tree. It will bring you bad luck."
When our son and his family moved into their house in a town north of Toronto, there was a mountain ash tree growing in the corner of the back garden. Rowan trees and mountain ash trees are similar. I told Martin and Alana the story of the rowan tree and the fairies. They took the warning to heart and eighteen years on and counting the mountain ash tree remains in their garden.
My family has Celtic roots in Scotland and my husband's family, Celtic roots in Wales. So it's not a stretch for them to believe in fairies. As I do.
Monday, September 17, 2007
Not one usually given to bitching, I have to say that I miss the good old days when you could dial a number, someone - a real person - answered, tou told them what youo wanted and they connected you with the person who could help you. Now they want you to fix the problem wiothout even talking to you.
So if you happen to be looking for me and wondering why you haven't heard from me lately, I'll be the person standing in my vloset banging my head against the wall and wishing for a live person to tell me to stop.
Need to talk to me? Push #1 for cursing, #2 for complaining, and #3 for throwing all automated response mechanisms in the trash.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
I joked with the doctor about being a mutant - his shocked expression and attempt at telling me that so many in thousands had the same condition was amusing. I told him I write Sci-fi. the doctor agreed in that case "Mutant" sounded better.
This morning when I realized that A BLOG MUST BE WRITTEN I looked at Blog Things and found the HOW Rare test.
Not only am I a mutant, but I am rare.
Here are the results of my test:
***Your Personality is Very Rare (INTP)***
Your personality type is goofy, imaginative, relaxed, and brilliant.
Only about 4% of all people have your personality, including 2% of all women and 6% of all men
You are Introverted, Intuitive, Thinking, and Perceiving.
If you would like to know how are your personality is check out
How Rare Is Your Personality?http://www.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/
As far as the mutant thing, you're on your own.
Prophecy of Vithan available now at CerridwenPress
Defeat the Villain, Destroy the Monster, Deliver the Hero and Never Break A Nail
Thursday, September 13, 2007
The Boji Stones a story about a modern day woman with a centuries-old secret is released today at cerridwenpress. Here is an excerpt, hope you enjoy:His trembling fingers rested on the keyboard as he leaned toward the monitor, an uncontrollable twitch running through his misshapen body as he devoured the article with the greedy need of a child offered chocolate.'Legend has it that out of all the mortals on earth five women found favor with the gods—Sophia whose face was pitted and ravaged by pox,Zoe a young queen whose village was razed and plundered and she herself taken as slave,Pelagia who had the body of a woman and the mind of a child,Olympia a poor widow with children to feed,andHelen, who’d lost four children to the plague and begged the gods to spare her remaining child.Moved, the gods created five special amulets.To Sophia they gave an amulet forged with beauty and creativity.To Zoe an amulet forged with power.To Pelagia an amulet forged with knowledge.To Olympia an amulet forged with wealth.And for Helen they forged a copper amulet with a beautiful amethyst at its center. Two plain stones the size of small coins flanked the amethyst. The female stone smooth, the male stone’s texture rough. Then they fused the amulet with healing.Or so legend has it…'
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Maybe it stems from having spent too long in the academic world, but I tend to think of fall, rather than spring, as a time for fresh starts and new adventures. That crisp chill in the air makes me want to go for long walks after the lazy heat of summer. I stock up on notebooks and pens right alongside my kids. (Being a writer is a great excuse for buying office supplies!)
So now I’m hoping that the change of seasons works its magic on my writing. The end of summer was a real slow patch for me, between vacations, viruses and having the kids overrun the house. Now that the routine is back in place, I’m hoping the crisp autumn breezes bring a new breath of inspiration. And maybe a swift kick in the pants.
Monday, September 10, 2007
Sunday, September 9, 2007
My grandmother once told me as a rambunctious child that the greatest adventure I might ever take could be as close as opening the cover of a book. She was absolutely right. I've rarely been to any place exotic except in the stories that I read and most of my history has come from the stories that brought it to life for me. I only hope that there are those that can read one of my books and find those stolen moments as they become one of my characters. To me that is the mark of a fantastic author.
So what do you desire?
Lacey Thorn...Your world unlaced at www.lacythorn.com
Saturday, September 8, 2007
My problem is this:
My characters never want to follow a simple plot line.
Take Moby Dick for instance:
It is considered a pursuit plot. According to Mr. Tobias "The pursuit plot is the lieterary version of hide-and-seek." "One person chases another."
So, you have three phases of the chase - the stakes of the race, the pure chase, and the resolution of the chase.
Not for my characters. Oh no. No simple chase for them. There has to be the chase, and a traitor, and a pseudo-traitor (you know - the one you think is the traitor but really isn't), and then we have a monster who chases the chaser and the hero who chases the heroine and cathches her but not before she catches the monster who was chasing her while she was chasing the thing that the chase is all about.
Well, you get the idea.
I was once told that I have a convoluted, devious, and totally insane mind.
If you read Prophecy of Vithan available with Cerridwen Press You will see my mind at work. My current wip Stone of Cruento is even more convoluted, devious and totally insane. However, there is one difference. Stone of Cruento is going to be hot hot hot. So it will probably be offered through Ellora's Cave.
Now, how would you characterize a simple pursuit plot with lots of sex? Hmmmmm,
Thursday, September 6, 2007
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Reviews: As an author, I know better than to take reviews seriously. Face it, a review is nothing more than one reader's opinion. Some reviewers even seem to take pleasure in being snarky. I suspect that a few of them have power issues...
So, that said, why do I hold my breath and quiver every time I see a link for a new review? Because like many writers, I'm as insecure as they come. Each time someone reads my work, I'm sitting there whimpering until I hear that they liked it, whether it's a reviewer, a friend, or even worse, my editor evaluating a new submission. So yeah, I was bouncing around the kitchen (I don't have an office) when our wonderful Ellora's Cave editor accepted One Good Man, my joint effort with the brilliant Lacey Thorn, earlier this week.
Other good news this week in the review quarter: Fallen Angels gave Beltaine Bargain my historical paranormal short story from Wild Rose Press, FIVE angels! Since this story was such a stretch for me, it was very nice to hear I hadn't fallen on my face. The reviewer started by saying "Beltaine Bargain is medieval romance at its best!" and ended with "There’s nothing not to like about Beltaine Bargain. I loved every minute of it!" I don't think it gets any better than that! (You can read the whole thing at http://www.fallenangelreviews.com/2007/August/Marlene-BeltaineBargain.htm ). My Book Cravings gave it FIVE roses and said ""Ms. Pape has written a great short story." (http://www.mybookcravings.com/robins_beltainebargain.htm ). Face it. This is what we write for, isn't it? To know that someone enjoyed our words and got a smile from our stories.
I love my new job!
Monday, September 3, 2007
Labor Day has been celebrated on the first Monday in September in the United States since the 1880s. The form that the observance and celebration of Labor Day should take were outlined in the first proposal of the holiday — a street parade to exhibit to the public "the strength and esprit de corps of the trade and labor organizations" of the community, followed by a festival for the recreation and amusement of the workers and their families. This became the pattern for the celebrations of Labor Day. Speeches by prominent men and women were introduced later, as more emphasis was placed upon the economic and civic significance of the holiday. Still later, by a resolution of the American Federation of Labor convention of 1909, the Sunday preceding Labor Day was adopted as Labor Sunday and dedicated to the spiritual and educational aspects of the labor movement.
An old custom eschewed wearing white after Labor Day. The custom is rooted in nothing more than popular fashion etiquette. In actuality, the etiquette originally stated that white shoes were the taboo while white or "winter white" clothes were acceptable. This custom is fading from popularity as it continues to be questioned and challenged, particularly by leaders in the fashion world. "Fashion magazines are jumping on this growing trend, calling people who 'dare' to wear white after Labor Day innovative, creative, and bold. Slowly but surely, white is beginning to break free from its box, and is becoming acceptable to wear whenever one pleases. This etiquette is comparable to the Canadian fashion rule against wearing green after Remembrance Day. In the world of western attire, it is similarly tradition to wear a straw cowboy hat until Labor Day. After Labor Day, the felt hat is worn until Memorial Day. "
So there you have it, what Labor Day is all about. Hope y'all are kicking bac k with barbecue and all the trimmings, and maybe even a big watermelon. Even my fellow authors and readers in other countries. comwe join in our celebration.
The Phantom Hitchhiker:
One of the most enduring of all urban legends is the story of the phantom hitchhiker. Young or old, male or female, in need of help or just needing a ride, the legends vary. A helpful driver offers a ride and the passenger gives directions. When they arrive at the destination however, the driver discovers the passenger has vanished, sometimes leaving behind a piece of clothing or some other memento to mark his or her passing. A stormy night, a deserted country road, a blown tire, and a woman on the run from a killer. Is the handsome young Marine here to save her? Or is he just a figment of her imagination?
Lacey Thorn...slip in and unlace at www.lacythorn.com
His Bare Obsession, Bare Confessions , Bare Seduction & Earth Moves
and now available, Fanning Her Flames at www.ellorascave.com
Sunday, September 2, 2007
Ms. Green does it again, but better than ever! 'Best Laid Plans' is astirring, appealing, comedic, sensual read. I loved it! I finished it in onesitting, and then went back to re-read some of my favorite parts a few dayslater. Ms. Green was able to take two highly sensitive subjects that willpush your emotions through the wringer and still have you squirming in yourseat with arousal. That is great story-telling at work!I felt compassion for both characters. Knowing Zander's past and his need toprotect, I especially felt for him. But I couldn't blame Tessa with herthoughts and actions of blocking Zander out either; with her past, it wasvery realistic. This makes the budding relationship between the two all themore gratifying. Zander's and Tessa's friends know they are right for eachother before either can admit their feelings, and keep pushing themtogether. They are the kind of friends everyone wishes they had. Everythingabout this book was great and I recommend you pick it up today!
If you want to know more about this author, we have an interview from August2007 posted on the website http://www.enchantingreviews.com/Bronwyn_Green.html
or you can stop by her website at www.bronwyngreen.com.
Saturday, September 1, 2007
Now, I know many women who are very articulate when they blog - articulate, funny, clever and intelligent.
Maybe I should change that beginning paragraph to "Put me in front of a computer and say the dreaded word "Blog" and suddenly my ideas stop, my words cease, my fingers freeze, and I become Dumb. (of course I have an excuse - I'm blonde -- yes I can say that and you can't cause I am blond and have heard and memorized all most all of the dumb blond jokes - you know I might blog about that one day -- if I can remember)
Why is it people who write for a living have such a hard time writing something in a blog???
My main problem is that my real life is super boring. I am a caregiver and a writer and the local taxi for a town of only 150 people (I have one of the few working cars). My life consists of feeding tubes, changing briefs, sponge baths, fanciful writing on my novel, listening to drug addicts who need to get to court and people beg for a ride into town to buy groceries, and driving along 50 miles of freeway one way with nothing more interesting than sage brush and big trucks. I live in the middle of the desert 50 miles from everywhere. To get to a doctor or to a store is 50 miles.
I suppose I could blog about the lizard that sits all say long on our bathroom screen soaking up the cool air from the swamp cooler. Or the cat that sits all day in front of the fan. Or the chickens that sit all day under the porch where it is cooler. Or....well you get the point. Summer is 121 degrees with 50-75% humidity. Moving is a chore. Winter is cooler, sort of.
My point, writers write because they have a rich exciting life behind their eyes, not in front of them. I do not know of anyone who lives the life you see on tv who writes about it. There seems to be a divination between those that write and those that live it.
Well, I guess I just blogged about my life. But it would be easier if I had a bunch of women and some coffee to bounce my ideas off of. See you next time.