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#blog love, Author to Author

Proud to say that JB Richard’s is taking a read of The Spark That Left Us, and I can’t wait to hear her thoughts!

In the meantime, why don’t you check out her blog and her other reviews? And while you’re there, check out the Yeshua and Miri Novels, including Miriamne the Magdala by JB Richards.

Blogs and authors have got to stick together!

I hope you all enjoy the little side trip 🙂

https://www.yeshuaandmirinovelseries.com/the-series

 

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#Cover Sourcing #writerslife New Blog Post!

One of my favourite parts of putting together a book project is sourcing locations for the cover art, and promo images.

It combines my love of research, my love of Google Maps, and my passion for road trips. What could be better than piling into a car, coffee in hand, camera in bag, and best friend in tow?

The difficulty I had with this book, is that the environment of the region I live in isn’t great for my vision. I don’t live near an ocean. I live on the wrong side of the Great Lakes. The crags and the cliffs and the waves are on the westerly side of the Lakes, which unfortunately is in Northern Michigan. Not unfortunate because it is Michigan, but unfortunate because it’s several hours drive away.

So I have scouted a couple of locations that go in a circuit that will hopefully fulfill my hopes and dreams. Who knows?

The trend so far has been that art has approached me in the most unexpected ways, so I will leave my heart and mind open to possibilities and opportunities, and trust in the vision of my photographer.

 

Until then, loyal readers.

x

 

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#connections unexpected

It’s amazing how writing can surprise you.

I mean, it’s coming from your own brain. Your own thoughts, inside your own head, and yet, out of nowhere, your creative juices will suddenly shout,

THIS.

And you sit there, thinking to yourself, no way.

 

Of course – then ensues the eternal struggle with the answer to the question “is this actually cool, or am I a spaz who needs to stop writing?”

Does self doubt win the day, or do you let that plot twist shine?

How complex does it make all other points in the story?

Is there any small fact or figure or date or action that now makes no sense?

Does it connect the dots?

I am pleased, currently, with the twist. But then again, anything that brings heartache and strife to my story is always welcomed – maybe not by my readers… but generally.

I take joy in it.

Probably shouldn’t.

You’ll let me know though, honest readers?

I can’t wait for you to come back, and find this post, perhaps cross-reference the dates – and shake your fist.

 

 

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#mystery chapter

Mateo watched the trio head towards the van where he sat, impressing the images of them into his mind. Since the moment they’d gotten on the plane, he’d felt sick. Anxious, stomach writhing within his body. As much confidence as he tried to portray, as strong as he tried to be for them, there was so much he couldn’t see. Too much he didn’t know.

Everything felt like a failure.

Deke, too bony, too haunted, dark circles under his eyes and electricity crawling under his skin, carrying both of their bags crisscrossed over his shoulders, fingers entwined with hers.

Addy, exhaustion scrawled across her face, a dip to her shoulders that had never straightened after that night in Purissima, the weight of Reggie’s sacrifice pushing down on her every damned moment.

And Rick, that poor boy. He should have done more to get him out of this life. How could he call himself a mentor, a teacher, when all he’d ever done was expose him to the worst in the world? And yet he still smiled, cavorted. He still made sure everyone around him never had to feel the way he did.

Mateo squeezed his eyes shut tightly, against the glare of the brilliant halogen lights, against the memories of everything they’d lost.

When would it end?

The quiet in the van erupted into chaos as Deke hauled open the sliding door, Rick tossing his bag in the back before clambering into the front seat, clapping a hand onto Mateo’s shoulder in greeting. Addy still chatting away about the absurdity of the number of people awake, the sun barely coloring the edge of the horizon.

The sun would be rising soon.

As it always would.

But that didn’t help the fear in his heart.

None of them were eternal. The universe had no more need for them than the stars needed a grain of sand in the moonlight below.

The racket settled, Rick lounging in the seat, foot up against the dash, limbs loose.

His head swiveled toward Mateo, eyes wide,

“Dude, that’s deep and all, but I’m going to need you to think more positively,”

Rick winked.

Mateo shook his head, and shifted the van into drive.

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Tale spin #amwriting There’s too many layers

The problem with fiction involving worlds of your own design, people of your own making, and implications outside the realm of possibility – is you can fall down your own rabbit hole.

You start seeing connections to other media.

You start wondering if you are replicating existing worlds.

You start thinking about alternate dimensions, everything you’ve ever read, movies that you’ve watched.

You start to wonder how much of it is your own, and you simply hope for the best.

It’s hard, in a millennia of writings, minds, movies, communications, to disperse the original thoughts among the learned ones.

The other difficulty – is sometimes you start believing it. And when you start believing it, you start seeing it everywhere.

 

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Contacting #literary #agents worldwide. Colour me #scared

If you aren’t up to date via our Facebook page, you aren’t quite aware of my sheer level of terror I am experiencing right now.

 

Writing was for fun, writing was a down-time activity. Launching The Spark That Left Us in paperback and e-book format was with a “why not?” mentality. And of course, that is the question. Why not?

But now, there are rumblings. Feelings that I should at least try, try to put it out there, try to get rejected. My whole life I have avoided it. I have succeeded – many times – but only when I absolutely haven’t cared to. I’ve always avoided the rejection, I don’t want to feel that way, I don’t want external forces telling me that I am not good enough. I’ve always insisted I’ve only needed to be good enough for myself – and that’s all I need to make me happy.

But then comes the second question. What if?

Luckily we now live in a world where you can pretty much email anyone, no letters need to be sent, no phone calls need to be made, and I keep seeing, over and over and over – we won’t respond if we don’t want you. Is this better, or worse, than the response of no – we don’t want you?

If they never respond, oh well, right? Does it hurt? Maybe? But it’s letting go of that anxiety and just at least TRYING that I need to get around.

So I’ve decided, despite it already being pre-published – to shop around The Spark That Left Us to literary agents, to maybe give it a chance to be bigger, be bolder, to reach a larger audience. Maybe, just maybe. Do I believe in it that much? Maybe. Have worse books been commercially sold? Hell yes. But for that 1 that gets through, there are thousands and thousands that never make it out from under the rug.

And all I’ve got to get over, is myself.

 

 

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#writersblock is a painful thing #books

All you want is for your world to live and breathe. All you want is for your characters to be real. In order for this to happen, you have to immerse yourself in it, they have to interact, to speak. They have to speak to each other, to you, to the world, to the readers.

And when you can’t. Well. When it just can’t come out, you can’t write, you can’t give them that life you want for them, it is hard on a profoundly different level than feeling failure. It’s more like going to turn on the television, and you have no signal, your vision full of those grey sparkly static things that blend and merge and become things if you stare hard enough. It’s more like opening a web browser, and having no connection. It’s like calling a friend and only getting the thrumming busy signal in your head. You just want to connect. But your brain says no.

And then, on top of it, the more you think about it, the more you think about it, and the worse it gets.

Writers block hurts. It does. It’s anxiety and procrastination and desperation and inaction and just the painful need to let it out (but what?!).

Anyone out there know what I mean?

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#facts and #figures. #writing for a crowd

Here here!

 

Looking for those who have read The Spark That Left Us.

Looking to compile a list of questions left unanswered, the memories incomplete, the stories left uncovered.

Many of you have asked for more about Levina, and the absence of Addy and Clara’s father.

Your questions will be answered (hopefully) in Sparks Ignite (working title).

Anything else I can help you with?

 

You help me be better.

 

until then…

 

x

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Quotes

Just received a lovely phone call from the people down at First Choice Books, to get an update for a quote for the book. Tres exciting!

 

I am pleased so far with their prompt responses and the kindness they put into it, as I can only imagine, a lot of people are nervous about putting their work into others hands, and it is wonderful that they keep the personal touch!

 

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