Wednesday, August 20, 2014

I WANT TO LIVE ON MARS...No Seriously...it's true.



I admit I rarely look at social media such as Facebook, Twitter’s news feed and or updates. It just takes up far too much of my time and to consider it a “news” source, is completely unrealistic—I end up spending more time plugging the “facts” that some people post into Snopes to find out if they’re even true. Nine out of ten times, nope, hoax.


So I turn to CNN for my news. You know—a news venue with sources, and reports and handy-dandy stuff like that. I check it on my TV when I wake up, before I go to bed and sometimes a few times during the day. Just to be aware.


Have you checked it out today? I mean, pull yourself away from Facebook or Instagram or whatever life and time devouring electronic folly you’re divested in and check it. 


Our world is a _____ mess. I’m serious. We have the horrible unrest in Ferguson. The public beheading of a journalist by ISIS (and learning that DOZENS of journalist have gone missing for YEARS….YEARS), a Texas governor treating an indictment like a press event, Ebola being found in our country and Jewish people being treated horribly here over things that happen far, far away in Israel. As I scroll through the headlines, I am DESPERATE to find something positive and uplifting and I clicked on the Mars Rover (Curiosity—cute name) pictures, surely there, would some calming perspective, some salvation for mindless mental wandering. I found myself noting how nice the weather looks there. 

 

The landscapes on Mars are like our deserts here, sure, but look at that nice day! And no trash, or abandoned buildings, no riots or police in gear to prevent it. It has no Gaza strip or cures for diseases that are suddenly found when American’s are at risk (yeah, that bothers me too). The sky is clear and the sand looks kinda comfy. Oh sure, I was raised like many of you to think that Mars was full of storms and acid and we would die within seconds, but Curiosity sure makes it look like a nice getaway.  


This had me wondering—how bad is our world becoming when I sit and dream of going to Mars. The one considered the most hostile planet in our universe? In the 50's, 60’s and 70’s the films, comic and books were filled with Martians attacking Earth to destroy mankind and take away our good life. We became fans of movies like Independence Day in the 90’s showing how mankind can conquer bigger, stronger and more intelligent armies from Mars. Heck, we can even give a great Presidential speech about it to rally the troop. Even in the past few years, we had movies about aliens attacking and us winning (loved Battle for Los Angeles). We simply always rely on aliens from far away being the bad guys.


Now, the invasion, the battles, the fights and, sad to say, the bad guys are ourselves. And even our own government would somehow fight over who would give the rally speech, back and forth until no speech ever happened because they couldn’t agree. Which even if they did agree, some protesters would find a way to find fault, or analyze or make some mean-spirited meme to destroy any good intention of said speech and those who did find something enriching in it would be beaten with tea cups. It’s ridiculous and so discouraging. 


So, as I look at how nice and peaceful Mars is, jealous of the rover for such an escape, I have to ask myself if aliens from anywhere in the universe would want to come to earth. I know I sure wouldn’t.  They most likely, as I do, tune into CNN with some really good alien HD and go, oh no, no way are we going there. Look at that! They fight among themselves. They take each others heads. They riot and scream at injustice while some are looting and taking advantage. And the very armies they use to protect, they attack.  Sure, they’re distracted so they’d be an easy take down, but look at the planet itself? 


They can’t even protect what’s protecting them.


So the aliens move on for more viable resources and take-overs. After all...Earth looks like a very hostile planet.


Why destroy us when we’re already doing such a good job ourselves? 

Yep, Mars is looking pretty good right now

Friday, August 15, 2014

Readers Just Aren't Ready.....Hmmm

I have been a reader far longer than I have been a writer. Books of all kinds have been my salvation, my haven and my escape. I read everything as I can—fiction, non-fiction, romance, sci-fi, paranormal, drama and historical (too many to mention really).  Each book gives something I might need at the time. Laughter, some sizzle, some insight into the inner workings of a character that can’t possibly exist except in fantasy and sometimes just a good “ole” fashioned good ride. 

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.  




Oh and if you want to prove this little running dude wrong? Heh...here's the links to buy the book. Don't worry, I think you're more than ready. ;)

Friday, June 20, 2014

The Hostile Publishing War, Cats and Cookies

 
So, I’ve written this blog post most likely two-dozen times in the last month or so and each time I find myself lamenting over whether it’s too harsh or the total opposite—too nice.  So I have decided to just post it in its latest revision and if it hurts feelings or pisses people off, so be it. All of you should know me well enough by now to know I don’t pull punches but always do try to throw them with some level of respect and honor. But they are punches nonetheless.
 
The past few months we have been in some sort of weird war in the literary world. A once (in my mind anyway) giving, caring and supportive indie world has become just the opposite. I have sat by and watched in dismay and disgust as more and more talented authors, no matter the level or reputation, rip each other apart. Who is one author over another to put down, malign or judge another author? It’s sickening to see some do negative, harmful and shattering reviews in order to taint the readership of another author. Are we, as a community, honestly fighting over a $.99 - $9.99 sale? Are we really scared that a reader may buy this book over that book because we, under a guise of reader or a profile created just to harm, posted negativity about a work or an author?

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?

Our books.
ASSHOLE DISCLAIMER HERE: I don’t care if you write a novella, a short, an erotica or a heartfelt tell-all. I could give one breath of air if you wrote smut, or humor, paranormal or sci-fi. The only thing I have EVER stated (and I dare anyone to present evidence to the contrary) is that WHATEVER it is—make sure it’s well-written (edited and done the best it can be). Don’t toss anything out there that isn’t worthy of a reader to buy or spend the time reading. Be it for free or a million dollars. The READERS and our BOOKS deserve the best we have to offer. There—let’s stop with the mentality of I am against indies. I’m not. Never have been.

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….
Shut up. Seriously. Talking trash makes you the same (sorry, my southern came out—tucks it away).
I am SO tired of seeing good people reduce themselves to being venomous and low. I am also sick of getting told about Authors who scream for attention by saying they were threatened, by crying wolf of viciousness and sobbing when someone was mean to them. Trust me, there’s enough meanness in life without creating it for attention. I am also just as weary of those that pimp out their books so desperately as if they are begging.  

Don’t beg. Boast. Crow. Sing and cheer about your book. But fellow authors—do so in a proud way. I know it’s called pimping—but even hookers have pride on which corner they stand. I admire them for that (they will CUT YOU J). But just like we become jaded to those we see on the street where we don’t even see them, readers become jaded to your pimping when it become spam.
And gratitude and thanks to all the good, honorable and gracious authors out there. You can stop reading here, but hey, why not read all the way?…Totally up to you. Just keep doing what you’re doing. I got your  back. See you at the cookies (Trust me, their coming).

But back to the current state of affairs (what can I say—I tripped over a soap box on the way back to the topic. Those pesky things are sneaky)-
I really wish the mission of the indie world would go back to being a helpful, encouraging, pure one.  I do my best to be respectful and honorable. I purposely, albeit with remorse, avoid my newsfeed. Which means I also miss the good news—new book releases, a new contract, someone getting a fabulous review. It’s a shame, but I see more negative than good and my personal world is just hard enough to deal with in reality than to allow all that negativity in.

I have SO much respect for the authors out there. The ones that are brave enough to present the reading world with something they have created. If you have never published a book or story—indie or traditional—it is the HARDEST thing for a creative person to do. It involves fear, excitement, stress and jubilation. Even if just one person read your work—it’s validation that someone read…
YOUR WORDS. YOUR WORLD. YOUR CHARACTERS. YOUR INNER VOICES.  YOU DID IT!
And that? Is so worth it. It really is. And if more than one read it? And liked it? 100x fold in joy. It’s a endorphin, adrenalin fueled thrill like none other.
SIMPLE FACT: A reader is a reader. Say it with me people-
A READER IS A READER
And with that being the basic fact of it, there is more than enough room for them to read all of our works. They may only put it in the ever growing TBR pile (thanks e-readers for making that the norm….insert some sideways sarcasm here) but regardless—something about your book intrigued them. The blurb, the cover, the character. SOMETHING…

So since readers are just that…readers, don’t we all think it’s time to STOP trying to make them read one title over someone else’s through malicious ways?  To put a halt in trying to harm another author via social media and reviews so we can somehow restore some pride and respect in the indie world? So that readers can get some much deserved relief from the petty war that has blown out of proportion by bitterness, jealously and greed? Trust me—they are just as tired, if not more, than we are. They just want to read. Let them decide what. It’s up to us to just offer for them to choose. Simple…
If you are REALLY that desperate to prevent another author from making their sale, no matter what YOU might think of the work, we’ll just start a “Desperate I’ve Lost My Self-Respect Author” fund and dish out some money so that everyone reaps the reward. The sale is made and you have an extra $.99 in your “learn to be nice to others” fund. We’ll use Google forms for sign ups (I just love those things...don’t you?).
SOME WISDOM: Look—I’ve been in the writing world for YEARS…longer than some of you have been alive (shut up, I am not that old) and I can tell you it has always been a tough world. One full of negative reviews.

 Some people just don’t drink THAT cup of tea AT ALL and others just can’t be made happy. It’s why some have cats. Cat’s don’t care, dogs do (Dog person myself…shrugs). Little to no sales beyond grandmom and family as well as just not understanding why your book is not on the very top of the New York Times or USA Today or the Wall Street Journal best sellers list (I’m sorry,  but I find that last one rather amusing…). All of those things are just the nature of the business.
But once again—back to the topic at hand.
Social media has given so many weapons to those who never went through safety with sharp, pointy things class or even watched a cheesy video on how not to do harm. It’s dissipated moral and ethic filters that once used to be hard-wired into our social consciousness. Funny how it took social media to destroy that.  And quite tragic.

I have been most fortunate thus far. I have the greatest fan-base, the most supportive family and friends as well as support at DBP and its contractors that I’ve never been a focus of these attacks (now, now, that IS NOT an invite…read back up if you thought it was. There might be a pop-quiz later).
But in all honesty? I’ve tried my best to be helpful to all. Every day I get a dozen inboxes or more from fellow writers, students and other asking for advice. Do I know why? Not a single damn clue. Have I ignored a single one of them? Nope.  

Maybe it’s because they see I try and don’t rant, vent or spew. I don’t try to get pity nor do I try to beg for someone to please read my book. (It’s like the best ever!! I promise….pppfpppt) Or maybe it’s because I try to give them whatever advice I can. None of it is life-changing, but every bit of it is sincere and honest.  I also usually don’t review. Very rarely do I (face it; I write big, meaty books… I just don’t have the time) but if I do get asked to do a review or get sent a sneak, I am honest with what they took the time out to send me. If it’s bad? I’m honest—but do I toss it out there to try to harm that writer? No. I do so privately and even offer advice. And always, always, always—respect.
THE POINT:  Perhaps that is what’s missing. Too many have forgotten what respect is. It is not gained in the sales you have. It’s not merited in the way you walk the walk or talk the talk. It’s not measured in how important you or even others think you are.
It’s in how you TREAT others. It’s earned by making a positive and productive example for others to see.  It’s how when you go to bed at night or in the early glimmers of dawn after writing or (that evil word) editing—you lay your head down and know you did something good and right today. You made it through a whole day without ripping into someone—whether you thought they deserved it or not. That you made a positive difference in those last span of hours of life you were blessed to have—to yourself or to someone else.

When you think about it? Respect is the key to pretty much any social issue—if bullies respected more they would bully less. If haters respected love—they would hate less. If authors respected other authors—
This blog post wouldn’t even be needed.

Just more cats and tea. And cookies. We could all share them because we can all be friends. I like chocolate-chip myself.  

Take care of yourself and others.

-J

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:


Was a life dealing with the pressure of photographing an A-List crowd really what she wanted to be known for? Casey Maynard decided a trip home was called for: a camping trip into the wilds of North Western Montana. But Casey finds herself in the middle of a twenty year vendetta against her father for killing the Alpha of a pack of werewolves who hold a Sanctuary deep in the mountains of the Cabinets. In a battle for her life, Casey falls for the new Alpha of the pack while he shows her how to handle and communicate with her own wolf. Upon discovering the wolf spirit who chose her was the Mother of all Weres… more treachery thrives. Finding love and true bonds that know no bounds, her life is turned upside down. From a deep family secret to a two thousand year old murder, will Casey’s link with the Silver Wolf be enough to save them all?





Shadow Walker, A Sanctuary Novel, Book II Blurb:


Being the only were-tiger in a predominantly werewolf sanctuary wasn’t the easiest thing in the world, but Amber Vaughn was glad to be able to rest easy. Emotionally and physically scarred from a traumatic childhood, her close relationship with the Alpha male and the incomparable bond she shares with his new mate, Casey, were unique. In five years, she’d gone from beat-down oppression to Braedyn Walker’s second in command. While not ruthless, her strength and speed had served their community well. Coming to terms with years of emotional turmoil, she found love, something she’d never considered possible, in the arms of a Guardian, Dean Maynard, Casey’s brother. An officer who polices supernatural, paranormal, and preternatural beings, his job was to protect the world from beings like her. A relationship between a human and a Were could work, even when not designed by the fates. Dean is attacked by a werewolf, and ready or not, Amber’s newfound love is yanked from her grasp. There is no way the fates would condone a union between a tiger and a wolf. Conflicted between her love, honor, and duty, does Amber have what it takes to handle the emotional turmoil or will she shut down again?

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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.