Wednesday, August 20, 2014
I WANT TO LIVE ON MARS...No Seriously...it's true.
Friday, August 15, 2014
Readers Just Aren't Ready.....Hmmm
As a published author and prior to that ghost-writer, I have dove into almost every genre pool there is out there to swim in. Some of it was duty and other works were a delight. There is truly a reader for every form of novel out there. I’ve done short stories, poetry, advertising and news copy, right down to greeting cards and blurbs for products. You name it, I’ve probably done it or came so close that we waved and said hello.
Where am I going with all this? Right, get to the point Ward and stop yammering.
I recently published my latest title- “Love’s Bitter Harvest” and I will admit I am very proud of the book. It’s in the contemporary romance genre, but nothing about LBH is conventional. The male is every bit as handsome, strong, passionate, and strong-willed and a down right stubborn ass as any romance out there. He loves and hates just as equally due to his own misguided beliefs in what life is supposed to owe and what love is all about. He can cause a woman to swoon with a smile, heat with a glance and isn’t afraid to claim what he feels he had a right to—the woman he loves. With growls, brutal kisses and a strong heart that will not let go of what it knows he needs. Even if he denies it and everything else.
Sounds typical right?
Except for one thing—Matt has a tragedy and finds himself a paraplegic.
Oh, that’s a bit different, you say.
Of course it is. It’s what I strive for (romance- the Ward way).
So, I wrote a strong, powerful, sexually tension filled love story about two very realistic characters. There’s no heaving breasts, chiseled never wearing a shirt main female and male. Just two very complicated people trying to get past the pain of their history together and either move on or take a chance. It has grief, loss, tragedy and all the things that, oh yeah, real life has in it. There’s no arch villain, no life-saving need and no evil plot to conquer the world. There’s also tons of laughter, sweet kisses, memories of innocence and believe it or not…a happy ending. Perhaps not the perfect ending where the hero walks into the sunset with a beautiful perfect woman in his arms, their hair billowing out behind them, her swooning against his perfect chest…but it’s the perfect ending to Matt and Katy’s story as I feel they wholeheartedly deserved.
I know the trends in the literary world right now; I am a partner in a publishing house after-all. That erotica, romances and paranormal are flying onto e-readers and into readers TBR’s faster than anyone could have ever imagined. That same genre has been wonderful to me as Madness continues to get sales more than 8 months since it was published, as well as reviews. For that I am grateful. I too enjoy the sometimes sinful and wicked pleasure of a good sensual read with beings that can’t possibly show up and make me melt in my own bed. Because they don’t exist, I admit, but are fun to imagine.
With Love’s Bitter Harvest, I wanted to write a book that would not be an escape as much as an uplifting of the human spirit with people and issues we can all identify because we have “been there, done that” or know of someone that has. A book that changes your view and perhaps makes you think about how one simple action, a single event, can change any of us, at any time. And what would we do.
A novel. A thought provoking, tear jerking, laughter and joy filled…novel. You know, one of those things.
So, as with many of us, the pimping after its release began.
I love bloggers and other social media groups that are there for us authors. They have been so instrumental in getting the word out about my books in the past. The fans as well, which I couldn’t think of writing a single word without, helped blast the news of LBH.
But weeks went by, and most of the blogs which have been so helpful and wonderful in the past, simply weren’t responding. I inquired and inquired again. Nothing. I scrambled to see is some negative vine had woven its way into my creative literary garden and found nothing. (I did have a hate fest from some going for about a week related to Madness, but their threats were apparently just that—threats). So I was boggled as to why I wasn’t getting the assistance I had gotten in the past.
Finally, an honest and sincere blog (one of the biggest) sent me an email back. They had good intentions and they did not say it in any harsh way; only in the spirit of letting me know they weren’t sure they could or would promo and review LBH. Or if any blogger would take it on.
Very simply put, it was this:
They didn’t think romance readers or any reader was ready for a character or a love story about someone in a wheelchair. That almost all their reviewers and readers were into erotica, romance and paranormal.
Basically, LBH wasn’t what was popular right now. Or what was accepted nor expected.
Read that again.
What??
I was so proud, and still am of this book. I love Matt and Katy. Sure, they aren’t heroes and they have flaws and difficulties. And we aren’t talking about bad-ass angst against the world with a woman who has to imagine what he might be like with clothes ON. In a world of social media, reality TV (which is scripted and not any reality I am a part of) and fantasy avenues, shouldn’t we try to give a chance to a focus on real stories? Stories that are believable and real, with characters that we can see something of ourselves in? One that leaves us crying with joy, laughing at the scenes we can so see ourselves in or cheering when love conquers true and honest obstacles?
You know…life.
Now for those who haven’t read LBH, let me make this clear. It’s not all tragedy and tears. It’s full of humor, love, sweetness and yes, sizzling sexual tension. All that have read it say they don’t even remember that Matt is disabled. The wheelchair is no more than a prop as with any novel. His disability NOT what makes the character. They love the overpowering “love conquers all” theme to the story—even when we fight against the victory with all that we are. The romance is not the purpose of the book and nor should it be. It’s a side-bar to two people’s story that needed to be told and shared with us to maybe go away feeling enriched, happy and know it could be as real as we are. And just like we should all strive to be—inspiring despite all the odds life throws at us.
It would be different if reviewers and others gave this book a chance and THEN decided what readers aren't ready for. If they at least gave it more of a look than seeing what it’s about and judging it. If they weren't indeed romance reviewers who ingest dozens of the genre sometimes daily and decide to or not to spotlight it. They are reviewers—judging is what they do.
I have always stood by the notion that no one should judge what a reader wants to read. Or chooses not to. I may not understand it (50 Shades of Grey success just confuses me) but I think it is every readers right to purchase, read and review whatever they wish.
On that same stance, I give readers credit. I have stated this in interviews, blog posts, etc and feel that readers are deeper, smarter and more insightful than many publishers give them credit for. Or, in this case, some bloggers.
I have never written for the masses nor have I written something just to get sales or attention. I write as the creative drive demands and hope someone will read it. I believe when a writer begins worrying about sales, award and spotlight they will no longer be true to their creative muse. And that muse hangs their head in shame for the beauty that once was.
To write, to write. TADA!
Not to say I wouldn't LOVE to have a best-seller and write night and day rather than have a 9-to whenever I’m done job and other obligations. But that should be the REWARD not the purpose for doing what we do.
LBH was inspired by real paraplegic couples I had worked with in the past. It’s also inspired by that little white-haired man that visits his wife in the nursing home even though she doesn't know who he is. It’s inspired by that young couple who have a tragedy and can’t seem to stop holding each other’s hand, even when events are tearing them apart. LBH is about hardship and pain, love and passion and all the things that can test marriages, families and friendships.
LBH is about finding strength. In seeing that love isn't as perfect as a romance. But still as wonderful as it can be.
Back on point—
LBH may not ever reach the levels of promo and sales of my other titles. And at first, I admit, I was pissed (not at the blog—they were very kind in being honest) that the book wasn't even given a chance. That while it might be a beautiful, touching and heartwarming story—it’s just not what readers want and wouldn't get even a look.
I get it. I really do. But to me, that’s like telling a child “Now Bobby, you know you can’t dance” before the music even starts or little Bobby takes one step up on the stage. See, I've been Bobby. I've been the one who let my stubbornness and pride stop me from loving. I've been the one looked at and judged not what people wanted. I've been told to conform and give the people what they want (Soul Bound….) and refused.
So, I’ll just have to be happy that those who have read Love’s Bitter Harvest loved it. That while it may not be the same as all the other popular books out there, it’s a book I stand by and am proud of. That even if it doesn't get sales, highlights and spotlights, it still did it’s purpose.
To tell the story of Matt and Katy. To use them as an example of how so many couples face hardships and disabilities and find love on the other side of the darkness that tears apart some, and strengthens others. That if it gets in the hands of ONE person who reads it and goes out and does something good for either themselves or someone in need through charity, good deeds are just a smile—I’m okay with that.
Because just like the book says—Sometimes the harshest ground, the most bitter fruit….was worth the harvest and what we made of it.
P.S. – Oh, and those of you that may be wondering….I’m writing another romance. Guess what it’s about? Heh, mental illness and love.
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
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Friday, June 20, 2014
The Hostile Publishing War, Cats and Cookies
Hate to tell you this kiddies, but readers are starting to put little to no value in reviews. And that is truly the sad part in all this. The ones who are the true victims in this “hostile” environment are the readers. And even more disheartening?
I’m just against someone not doing their best. AND NO ONE can judge someone’s best effort other than the person who has attempted it or a reader (guess what? I’m a reader too—SURPRISE!!). I personally foresee in the very near future Amazon and Goodreads as well as other review text-field retailers changing their system to a STAR system only—Amazon is already heading that way with removing gift-card exchange reviews and non-verified purchase reviews being discussed. As for those who wish to use the venue in a mean, spiteful manner until it all changes….
Saturday, May 3, 2014
Floating
There is an escape in sleep.
When the mind, the sound and hustle just whispers and is gone.
When the pain releases its hold, pulls free its claws.
And you can just fall and float away.
The day pulses by and work pushes as pressure crushes.
But then the night falls, whether light or dark.
And every one of us looks forward to sleeps hark
To fall and float away.
We close our eyes behind lids and lashes.
We lets ourselves drown in quiet and dark splashes.
Dreams or nightmares both end and came to take us away.
To fall...
And float...
Away.
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
Author to Author- Mel Favreaux
I recently had the pleasure of talking to the wonderful author and through getting to know each other, I call a good friend- Mel Favreaux. We sat down to discuss her Sanctuary Series and I had the pleasure of reading the first book in the series--Walker's Run.
The second book in the series was recently released and I look forward to enjoying it as much as I did the first in the series. So take a read and if you haven't read Mel's books? You need to.
Before you became a writer, I’m betting you were a reader. What types of books influenced you as a kid? Did you have a favorite author that inspired you to become one yourself? Who’s your favorite now?
I was 11 the summer I visited my older sister in Virginia. She was an avid reader and took me to the library. I discovered William Sleator, a y/a sci-fi thriller author and that was all it took. By the summer’s end I was reading Stephen King’s IT, and The Stand. I didn’t stop there, I went onto Clive Barker. A wonderful eighth grade book report on Cabal sent a rather worried note home to my mother who laughed at the teacher.
You write in the paranormal romance genre—is there other genre’s you’d like to dive into?
I have also written a women’s contemporary piece, called Valor of a Woman. Readers usually send me pictures of the piles of used tissues they went through when they read it. It makes me smile. I do actually plan on writing another mainstream romance, or contemporary piece here soon. I also have a few ideas for some horror shorts.
The first book in your Sanctuary Series was Walker’s Run. Can you tell us about the rest of the books in the series? And what we can expect?
As each book comes out, you will learn more about the inhabitants of Walker’s Run. Some have left, but they always return. You get to see familiar characters from another’s point of view. With the reincarnation of the Silver Wolf, new problems arise. There will be new alliances, new faces, new loves, and a whole new world of possibilities. My favorite part is the community dynamics and how everyone fits together and their relationships with one another as friends and family.
All writers have ways of writing their manuscripts. Can you tell us what method you use? Write in order or piece it all together in the end?
First off, I am a punster. I start with a general idea and let my characters take me where they will. My stories are character driven and I just give them the outlet. I have also learned it is far easier for me to write each manuscript as separate files for each chapter. It helps me to go back and review, and it’s also easier for me to edit that way. When I am finished, I put it all together in one master file, go through two more read throughs (mainly to make sure that I put ALL the chapters in there…I’ve missed a chapter of two here and there before, LOL.)
What tips can you give to those writers who have a life beyond writing? Jobs, children, family? The non-full time writers. How do you find time to write?
I am still trying to find the delicate balance myself. I’ve been writing since a very early age. I carry a notebook with me everywhere. Though I try to refrain at the dinner table. I have two
young school aged children. I am lucky my oldest, at nine is a voracious reader already. (She’s even a beta reader for a friend who writes sci-fi YA.) Finding that balance with a full-time job and being a full-time single mom was tough. There’s lunch breaks and the hour or two of peace after I put the kids to bed in the evening. If it is something you truly want to do, you will find the time. That goes with anything.
You have a publishing contract with a MuseItUp Publishing. Are there any works of yours out there in the indie world we can dive into? And have you considered putting some indie works beyond your publisher for other types of books?
I don’t have anything available outside of my publishing home…yet. I am considering branching out with a horror series either to another house or self-publishing. It’s all still in the thought process, but I do know I want to test the waters some.
We (including myself) have all had to deal with rejection letters and the sort. How do you handle that in the publishing process? Do you consider it a challenge or a defeat?
I see it as a challenge. I was rejected for Walker’s Run back in 2008. I enlisted the help of some very gifted friends…I still wound up shelving it for a few years. Then last February, I pulled it out and did a complete and total rewrite. The story was worth it, these characters had been with me far too long to just let them sit anymore. I submitted to my pub home, I’d already published Valor of a Woman through Muse and figured it was a worth a shot. Within two days of submission I got the contract. I never look at rejection as a defeat. Yes, it took me a while to get the nerve to try again. But I knew the story was worth it and the characters were worthy. You just have to pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and try again. It’s not easy, nothing ever worth trying ever really is. You’ve got to have tough skin in this business.
It’s the hot topic right now, shame to say, but what is your take on the current mean-natured negativity that seems to eroding the indie world?
I…am appalled honestly. I have incredibly strong opinions. Some I vent, most I keep to myself. I have reconsidered A LOT of my connections in recent months. I try to eliminate drama in all aspects of my life. To see the blatant disrespect, bullying, and typical high school behavior coming from so-called adults is absolutely ridiculous. It’s insane! How are we to teach our children when the grown-ups who have the ability to put a stop to it, are exhibiting the exact same behavior? What does that teach them? How can we even move forward as a whole, when they can see it? This same behavior from ADULTS? It’s painful. As a community we need to band together and held one another out. The problem is too many see others as a threat or competition. No two people will ever read a single book the same way. I don’t see how anyone can view another as competition. Getting away with this inappropriate behavior is atrocious. A lot of good people have been hurt in the process.
If there was one attribute you could call your strongest, what is it? (And bet you can guess the next question…)
Strongest? Uhm…I guess that I work well under pressure. I don’t break easy. I may vent but I get it done and usually with time to spare. As a writer (this works with deadlines, LOL…I see it as a personal challenge with my editors. I knock my edits out as quickly as possible.
Is there a weakness you feel you are constantly having to battle as a writer? If so, what is it? And how do your strength and your weakness come into play with your writing process?
Passive writing. Now that I know what to look for, my writing has changed, but a lot still seeps through.
In 50 years, what would you say are the crucial books and/or films the future generation need to read/watch?
Crucial? Oooh…I have a wide and varied taste when it comes to personal entertainment. What I think is incredibly awesome usually makes other’s stare at me as if I’ve grown three heads. I have favorite authors. Movies I have honestly found lacking in virtually everything. Reviews for movies and books usually don’t draw me in. I read blurbs, the author’s hooks, and go from there. But basically, if a friend is wanting to read something different, I ask the genre they are interested in and then I give them an author or series that I like and tell them why. For instance, paranormal romances I would say Patricia Briggs’ Mercy Thompson novels and the Alpha and Omega novels. Lori Handeland’s The Phoenix Chronicles. Sherrilyn Kenyon’s, Dark Hunters. All pretty good series. Because of Brigg’s and Handeland, I was able to finally get up the nerve to try my hand at paranormal romance.
And finally, the question that always has to come up, yes, even here: What advice would you give fellow authors and writers to help them keep going and get to where they wish to be?
Just keep trying. There will be people that will cut you down for sheer jealousies. There will be those who will lift you up…too high. You have to first and foremost, be happy with what you’ve written. Scrutinize it from every angle, BE your own worst critic and get some tough skin. It’s not easy out there. Once you have that finished product, be willing to fight for it and see it through to the end. Find a good support system. I have a handful of people that keep me sane (not really, just out of the looney bin…for the most part.) They give me the right distractions when I need it and the place to vent and the shoulder to lean on when I need it most. That is the key.
And just for fun:
* Favorite Food Favorite?
I love food in general. I love Italian. I love Chinese. I love FOOD.
* Soda or Pop?
It’s soda for me, born and bred in the south-eastern US.
* Favorite Cartoon
Just one? Uhm…Tiny Toons no wait Animaniacs…OOOH RUG RATS! Rocko’s Modern Life! Rocket Power! 90’s cartoons were just awesome!
* Favorite Movie
Star Sandra Bullock, she’s versatile and most of all, hilarious!
* The one word you know is wrong but you love anyway
...it’s not polite to use it in general but I often let the F-bomb drop in leisurely company...I call it a win if I can go to one of my kid’s school functions and NOT use it in casual conversation.
* And favorite pick-up line a hero should never use
Heh…I’m a corny gal. Usually the corniest line ever will win me over. Some of this makes it into a few of my leading males. Excessive spewing of word vomit being one of my favorite traits of the hero in book four. But in my opinion, I’ve read some stuff recently that if I was ever spoken to in that way, he’d be missing a few teeth and possibly his tongue. I don’t like the overly vulgar Alpha male, right off the bat. First impressions are HUGE. Admittedly, I have put books down for that very reason.
Thank you Mel for taking the time to chat with me. For those of you who haven't checked out this great author and her books-- Here's some tib-bits to give a taste of the wonderful world of the Sanctuary Series.
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Walker's Run, A Sanctuary Novel, Book One Blurb:
UK: www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00EVI6M86
CA: www.amazon.ca/dp/B00EVI6M86
B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/walkers-run-mel-favreaux/1116803377?ean=2940148630784
Shadow Walker, A Sanctuary Novel, Book II Blurb:
AUTHOR'S CONTACT AND LINKS:
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Street Ivy
*This is based on a real person I met decades ago on the streets of Houston, Texas. The imagery and what little I learned has stayed with me since. Enjoy*
They called her Ivy. No one knew her real name, for the elderly, tiny, silver-haired woman rarely spoke.
But she always smiled. It was a joy-filled, toothless smile that brightened her always shining eyes in a wrinkled and aged face.
Ivy lived on the streets and was known as a cart keeper. Everything she owned packed in a worn, rusted shopping buggy with duct tape wrapped around the busted handle. The wheels were squeaky and one would perpetually spin to never help the other three carry the load. But Ivy was proud of her cart of "treasures".
Not a day went by that Ivy did not share the wealth of foraging for the most meager of items. Stale bread was broke with others without a meal that day. Sticky tossed candy handed out to the street children. A holey jacket plucked from the trash to someone shivering in the chill of night.
To Ivy, a treasure was never more valuable until it was given to someone who needed it more than you. So usually, by the time night fell, those three wheels with the rebellious fourth had very little to bear.
There was only one thing that Ivy never completely gave away from her cart.
It sat on the seat where normally a child would perch.
A potted Ivy. The plant sat in a cracked clay pot. The paint long gone and duct tape found there as well to prevent a crack from becoming worse. The plant had taken over the whole space atop the cart; its long vines twisted around the rusted bars, trailing down to the ground.
Ivy loved this plant. Every day she made sure it had time in the sun as she sat on a bench and told it stories and shared her secrets whispered with it. She made sure it received the cleanest water she could find. Sometimes dripped from the fountain through her arthritic grungy hands; her fingers, though shaky, bathing each leaf. At night, as Ivy sought out some place safe to sleep on the streets, she always made sure to keep her plant safe from frost while she curled up under an old, threadbare moving blanket exposed to all.
None us of us knew why Ivy loved this plant so. Just that when any of us shared news of a long needed job being obtained, or the news of getting even a simple room, a rat infested apartment (all huge steps up from living on the streets), Ivy would tenderly, carefully snap off a small piece of that precious plant and with that smile of an angel, press the piece in your hand, pat with her own and give you something to grow in your new home. And then shuffle away without a word.
I am proud to say that one day I was blessed with a piece of Ivy's love after living for over a two months that time in a car, stomach large with my first child. When Ivy pressed that sprig of ivy into my hand, the tears that sprung in my eyes were both joyous and humble at such a simple gift. I remembered how frail Ivy's hands felt in mine. And how warm and tender both her eyes and touch were. Even though her fingers shook, the strength of that woman's soul was rock steady.
Years went by and I eventually became a volunteer for a street feed team with a local church. I once again found myself in the part of town which I used to haunt as an invisible person. Very few of the faces were the same. The homeless are a sorrowful gypsies as well as tragic ladden by death, violence and illness.
But as I handed out blankets, sandwiches and other donated goods, I noticed something that once again brought tears to my eyes and reminded me to never forget...a treasure is never more cherished until it is given away.
Ivys grew in the strangest places. In window sills of the slum buildings.In old coffee cans and busted buckets. In carefully loved boxes...even an old boot.
I would find out that Ivy had passed away less than 6 months after I had left the streets that fall. The people of the streets wanted that beautiful soul...the same soul Ivy had poured into that plant...to live forever where that smile brightened up all their lives. So they had carefully taken a piece of her beloved ivy when the morgue had taken her body as she died sitting in the sun. No doubt whispering tales of her past to her leafy companion.The authorities had left her cart with her plant behind.
All that now fostered Street Ivy's plant's descendants carried on the tradition Ivy started and would giveaway a sprig when good luck blessed some.
Street Ivy would always live on in the hearts of those whose lives she touched.
And so would the hope she always gave with a smile.