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The Story Behind the Book is one of Literarily Speaking’s most popular features. Here we find out either the inspiration behind authors’ books or how they got published. Today’s guest is Nancy Stewart, author of Sea Turtle Summer (Guardian Angel Publishing).

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Sea Turtle Summer came to me, not on a glorious beach with glimmering white sand, but in a stark utilitarian hospital room. Talk about being led by your muse. She had to work wonders with this one.

My husband was recovering from back surgery (happily, he’s fine now). I sat in his hospital room, net book on lap and waited for her to come calling. And she did, demanding another Bella and Britt book. About sea turtles.

So I began Sea Turtle Summer on a frigid February morning in St. Louis and was instantly transported to Clearwater Beach, where the weather was balmy and the beach was getting busy. A female Loggerhead sea turtle was heading back to the sea, but her nest was in trouble. Enter Bella and Britt, and the girls and I were off and running.

It’s a funny thing, inspiration. Sea Turtle Summer, I know, was a combination of my many early walks walks on Clearwater Beach, all the conversations about the plight of sea turtles and time on my hands that morning, willing my muse to conjure up a worthy story. She hardly ever fails.

Once it began, the book came quickly, and I was able to get the main story in place by the time my husband went home. Some books do that, I find. Some don’t. But whichever way they begin, the end game is the goal. Oh, that and something wonderful and magical in the pages between. Let’s hope my muse worked her magic in Sea Turtle Summer.

After having been both an elementary school teacher, a university professor of education and a consultant for New Options, Inc. in New York City, Nancy Stewart writes children’s books full time. She, her husband and three sons, lived in London for eight years, where she was a consultant to several universities, including Cambridge.

Her travels take her extensively throughout the world, most particularly Africa. Nancy is US chair of a charity in Lamu, Kenya, that places girls in intermediate schools to allow them to further their education.

Nancy is the author of the Bella and Britt picture book series, One Pelican at a Time, Sea Turtle Summer, Bella Saves the Beach and Mystery at Manatee Key. All are published by Guardian Angel Publishing. Pelican was nominated for a Global eBook Award and recently was awarded the Literary Classics Seal of Approval. Both books have been on the Amazon bestsellers list and Sea Turtle Summer appears on their Hot New Release and Most Wished for lists.

She was featured in the PBS Tampa (WEDU) series, Gulfwatch. It concerned the writing of One Pelican at a Time: A Story of the Gulf Oil Spill.
She and her family live in St. Louis and Tampa.

Nancy’s web and blog sites are:

www.nancystewartbooks.com

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The Story Behind the Book is one of Literarily Speaking’s most popular features. Here we find out either the inspiration behind authors’ books or how they got published. Today’s guest is John Rosenman, author of Dax Rigby, War Correspondent (MuseItUp Publishing).

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Dax Rugby CoverDax Rigby, War Correspondent – Why I Wrote it and How I Published It

by John B. Rosenman

A distant, alien world. In several of my novels, I have been drawn to such a place, and so I was in Dax Rigby, War Correspondent. Why? Basically because anything can happen there. The possibilities are limited only by your imagination. I’ve never been able to resist the opportunity to let my imagination stretch its wings and soar as high as it can, even to take reckless chances if necessary.

So, in the novel Dax is not only a handsome action hero but a likeable idealist with a painful, mean streets childhood who embodies a cosmic secret he has yet to learn. Who and what is he really? Can he cope with the truth of his real identity, or will he crumble?

This SF action-adventure also gave me the opportunity to create and explore a complex alien world with two intelligent extraterrestrial species and an improbable romance between an older, sexually aggressive copter pilot and young Dax. Poor guy, he tries to be faithful to his girlfriend Lexis, even though she lives back on Earth, nine hundred light-years away.

I also love mystery, and as in other novels I’ve written, the hero is confronted with several. What is killing and making humans and aliens so sick on the planet Arcadia, and what is the conspiracy he struggles to uncover? Above all, who is the deadly leader of the conspiracy, the evil mastermind who tries to kill him, and why does he or she do it?

Ultimately, it is how Dax Rigby copes with the numerous, life-threatening challenges on Arcadia that inspired me more than anything else to tell his story. Most of us would have caved in quickly if we were in Dax’s place, but his predicament offered me the chance to explore and develop his character based on the seemingly overwhelming obstacles he faced. Can he solve not only the manifold mysteries of Arcadia and save the human outpost and two dying alien species there, but also help stop World War III back on Earth and save six billion lives?

How It Got Published – After shopping Dax Rigby around with major publishers and agents, I did more market research and placed it with Lyrical Press. The publisher did the cover, presenting young Dax as a hunk whose shirt is open, exposing his muscular, chiseled chest. I liked the cover, but perhaps it’s too romance-y. Dax is sexy, but he ain’t Fabio.

When the novel didn’t reach as wide an audience as I had hoped, the publisher and I amicably parted ways, and I submitted it to MuseItUp Publishing. As with Lyrical Press, I followed their submission and formatting guidelines carefully, something that’s important. After all, if you don’t follow a publisher’s guidelines to the letter, you run the risk of being rejected without even being read.

As with Lyrical Press, I had editors. At MuseItUp, the editing process is the best and most rigorous I’ve ever seen. My editors, Chris Spellman (Content Editor) and Penny Ehrenkranz (Line Editor) took me through multiple drafts. Plus, Tiger Matthews did a great cover for the book. Altogether, it was a collaborative effort, and the novel is better for their input.

And that’s why and how I did it. Now comes the really hard part: promoting my book and getting Dax’s word out.

John recently retired as an English professor at Norfolk State University where he designed and taught a course in how to write Science fiction and Fantasy. He is a former Chairman of the Board of the HorrorJohn Rosenman photo Writers Association and has published approximately 350 stories in places such as Weird Tales, Whitley Strieber’s Aliens, Fangoria, Galaxy, The Age of Wonders, and the Hot Blood anthology series. John has published twenty books, including SF action/romantic adventure novels such as Beyond Those Distant Stars and Speaker of the Shakk (Mundania Press), A Senseless Act of Beauty (Crossroad Press), and Alien Dreams (Drollerie Press and Crossroad Press). Shorter books include A Mingling of Souls and Music Man (XoXo Publishing), Here Be Dragons(Eternal Press), The Voice of Many Waters (Blue Leaf Publications), Green in Our Souls(Damnation Books), and Bagonoun’s Wonderful Songbird and Childhood’s Day (Gypsy Shadow Publishing). Recent developments: MuseItUp Publishing published two novels, Dark Wizard andDax Rigby, War Correspondent. Another SF novel, Inspector of the Cross, will appear in February. MuseItUp Publishing also published More Stately Mansions and The Blue of Her Hair, the Gold of Her Eyes, and it will release Steam Heat, a tale of erotic horror in December.

Readers can visit John at his website, www.johnrosenman.com, and other sites:
http://www.myspace.com/291520102\
https://twitter.com/#!/Writerman1,
https://www.facebook.com/#!/profile.php?id=1164323809 and . . .
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Reversible_Skirt_front-cover-webWriting my memoir, Reversible Skirt, was a push-pull process that took place over many years. I didn’t have a flash of inspiration that motivated me to sit at my desk, begin writing and press on with full confidence that I would produce a story worth reading.

Amid the rafters of my garage I have cardboard boxes of journals going back decades. I expect if I were to pull them down and leaf through their pages, I’d find many memoir beginnings discarded for one reason or another. It seems for a long time, no matter where I began, what point of view I took, how well I crafted a scene or created dialogue, the project always ground to a halt, and quickly.

Many factors led to this repetitive cycle of beginning then abandoning my memoir, not the lease of which was my mother’s suicide, which occurred when I was two years old, an event my family buried so deeply that I first had to overcome decades of enforced denial before I could allow myself to open up and see what I actually felt about the formative events of my childhood.

Another thing that caused me to stumble a fair amount was a feeling that I have nothing worthwhile to say and that books should be written by people far more important and talented than I am. I do know, however, that whenever someone speaks the truth with an authentic voice, the message is a powerful one. And powerful messages conveyed with artful language are the stuff of books that people hold dear to their hearts long after they’ve read the last page.

If it had been up to me alone, the adult Laura, I probably never would have  written Reversible Skirt. There are plenty of things to write about, many forms writing can take: plays, songs, poems, stories, feature articles, essays, business profiles, data sheets, websites, manuals. I’ve learned a good deal from exploring all of those forms. But when my conscious mind was occupied with those things, the little girl inside of me was stewing, and every so often, she’d poke me, reminding me to tell her story.

I don’t know what caused me to realize the child I used to be was never going to stop bugging me until I wrote the story. But one day, at last, I did realize this. So I sat at my desk fully committed for the first time to seeing the project through.

Being inspired is energizing; it’s intoxicating; it’s sublime. I’ve found much inspiration in the words of other writers of memoir and autobiographical fiction, for instance, on the pages of Maya Angelou’s “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings,” “The Woman Warrior” by Maxine Hong Kingston, Connie Mae Fowler’s “Before Women Had Wings,” and “This Boy’s Life” by Tobias Wolf. If I hadn’t read books such as these, it might never have occurred to me to write a memoir.

But it was my commitment that led to Reversible Skirt, a book that vividly portrays the confusing, gut-wrenching decade after my mother’s suicide from my point of view as a young child. It has sorrow, but also song; cruelty, but also compassion; disappointment, but also victory. I hope what I’ve brought to light in this book inspires those who read it, and if you are a writer with a book in mind, I hope you fully commit to turning your idea into a manuscript sooner rather than later.

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Laura McHale Holland’s memoir, Reversible Skirt won a silver medal in the 2011 Readers Favorite book awards. Her stories and articles have appeared in such publications as Every Day Fiction Three, Wisdom Has a Voice, the Vintage Voices anthologies, NorthBay biz magazine, the Noe Valley Voice and the original San Francisco Examiner.

A member of both Redwood Writers and the Storytelling Association of California, Laura has been a featured teller at the Lake Tahoe Storytelling Festival.

To keep up with her, please visit http://lauramchaleholland.com.

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5 Things5 Things You Should Know About Writing

1.    You do not need a shed at the bottom of the garden to write—earplugs works well.
2.    The main part of your job is to minimise distractions and write (see my post).
3.    Some of your good friends and family members will never read your work. You will not cry about this.
4.    You may work best with some added pressure. So create a date to finish the first draft.
5.    Listen to your editor. They have your best interest at heart.

5 Things You Should Know About Book Promotion

1. Writing a good story is only part of the deal today—next you have to gather a following, create a platform and get connected.
2. You probably don’t have a similar numbers of followers to authors like Paulo Coelho or Neil Gaiman yet, but join Facebook and Twitter and start anyway.
3. When you’re ready, go on a blog tour.
4. Word-of-mouth is still one of the most powerful ways to sell books.
5. Create a promotion to ignite the fire.

5 Things You Should Know About The 58th Keeper

1. All the places “The 58th Keeper” goes to are real: London, Istanbul, Paris, Rome.
2. If you read it and review you may win a Kindle or Nook.
3. Vincent is the son of one of England’s wealthiest men.
4. Book two will be finished soon.
5. Archy does look like a young Prince Harry.

5 Things You Should Know About R.G. Bullet

1. He was born in England but lives in Miami.
2. He has lived in nine different countries.
3. He has written a Victorian zombie short story series titled: The Caldecott Chronicles (PG13)
4. He’s addicted to Red Bull.
5. He once won a scratchcard lottery.

5 Ways to Connect With R.G. Bullet

1. Check my my website: www.RGBullet.com
2. Follow me: Twitter: @rgbullet58
3. Blog: TheWindsorTimes.com
4. Facebook/rgbullet
5. Or email me rgbullet58 {at} gmail.com

About R.G. Bullet

rg_bullet-photoR. G. Bullet was born in Berkshire, UK. After living in nine different countries he has finally settled in Miami Beach, USA.

He is addicted to tea, reading, writing, motorbikes and shamefully Call of Duty.

His middle grade debut novel: The 58th Keeper has just been released.

To learn more go to www.rgbullet.com

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History made fun! In this fast-paced and action-packed time travel adventure, the wise-cracking whiz kid, Puggie Liddell’s modified Gameboy activates a time travel portal and he lands in the 1890s with his sibling rival, annoyingly prissy teen sister, Gigi, who thinks history is like-totally-gross.

The kids must learn to work together to find a time travel portal back to the present before the eccentric scientist, Nikola Tesla, or his arch nemesis, inventor Thomas Edison, can steal the Gameboy and use it to complete a death ray machine, an invention powerful enough to disturb the very fabric of space-time and create an instantaneous world disaster.

5 Things You Should Know About The Incredibly Awesome Adventures of Puggie Liddell

1.  Puggie LiddellSibling rivals Puggie and Gigi Liddell travel back in time and visit the 1893 Chicago World’s Fair, which was so spectacular, it inspired both the Emerald City in the Wizard of Oz and Disneyworld!

2. Puggie and Gigi also have an opportunity to ride the original Ferris Wheel, which made its debut at the Chicago World’s Fair.

3. Puggie and Gigi became two of the 38 million visitors, who marveled at P.T. Barnum’s magnificent American Museum, which held a wide array of animals, fascinating objects, human oddities, before its demise in 1865.

4. Author Oscar Wilde toured the United States in 1882 but was caught in a time-loop when he met Puggie and Gigi on a train in 1893.

5. Puggie and Gigi learned to work together to save the world from rival inventors, Thomas Edison and Nikola Tesla, who wanted to use Puggie’s Gameboy to complete a death-ray machine, an invention powerful enough to destroy the planet.

Dr. Karen Mueller Bryson is an optioned screenwriter, produced playwright and published novelist.

She is the author of several romantic comedy novels for adults and is the creator of Short on Time books, a series of fast-paced and fun novels readers can finish in one sitting.

The Incredibly Awesome Adventures of Puggie Liddell is Karen’s first novel for young people.

For additional information about Karen Mueller Bryson, visit her website: http://www.ahorsewithnoname.com

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5 Things You Should Know About The Incredibly Awesome Adventures of Puggie Liddell

By Karen Mueller Bryson 

1.  Sibling rivals Puggie and Gigi Liddell travel back in time and visit the 1893 Chicago World’s Fair, which was so spectacular, it inspired both the Emerald City in the Wizard of Ozand Disney World! 

2. Puggie and Gigi also have an opportunity to ride the original Ferris Wheel, which made its debut at the Chicago World’s Fair.Puggie 

3. Puggie and Gigi became two of the 38 million visitors, who marveled at P.T. Barnum’s magnificent American Museum, which held a wide array of animals, fascinating objects, human oddities, before its demise in 1865.   

4. Author Oscar Wilde toured the United States in 1882 but was caught in a time-loop when he met Puggie and Gigi on a train in 1893. 

5. Puggie and Gigi learned to work together to save the world from rival inventors, Thomas Edison and Nikola Tesla, who wanted to use Puggie’s Gameboy to complete a death-ray machine, an invention powerful enough to destroy the planet.

 

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Dr. Karen Mueller Bryson is an award-winning/optioned screenwriter, produced playwright and published novelist. She is the creator of Short on Time Books, a line of fast-paced and fun novels for readers on the go. When Karen is not at her computer creating a new story, she spends time with her husband and their bloodhounds. Learn more about Karen at her website: http://www.ahorsewithnoname.com/

Giveaways, Contests & Prizes!

In celebration of Karen Mueller Brysond’s new release, she will be appearing at  Pump Up Your Book’s 1st Annual Holiday Extravaganza Facebook Party on December 16.  More than 50 books, gifts and cash awards will be given away including a signed copy of The Incredibly Awesome Adventures of Puggie Liddell!  Visit the official party page here!

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The Story Behind the Book is one of Literarily Speaking’s most popular features. Here we find out either the inspiration behind authors’ books or how they got published. Today’s guest is S.B. Lerner, author of In the Middle of Almost and Other Stories (Samson Books).

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In the Middle new coverWhen I was single and working at a high pressure job in Manhattan, it was all a bit overwhelming. I was dating but not in a steady relationship, and had a great group of girlfriends in the same situation. We would meet for coffee and talk about our dates, and the conversations were often more entertaining than the actual dates we dissected in minute detail. But it wasn’t until I found my way to a writing workshop that I was able to explore the truths underlying those conversations.

I wrote my first story in a fit of inspiration. The teacher called it a ‘little gem” and I was hooked. Not only because I can’t resist a compliment, but because the process of zeroing in on an emotional state and revealing it through a story was liberating. Often I didn’t even know what I was writing about until I finished. Even then, other people would see things in my stories that I hadn’t realized were there. It was all very heady.

I wrote because I loved to write—no dreams of fame or fortune. I was busy with work and my fellow classmates and workshop participants were audience enough for me. It was only when I decided to write a novel and thought I might want to actually get it published someday, that I realized that publishing the short stories would give me some credibility in the writing world. I doubted that my work as an attorney and businessperson would impress any of the literary types. If anything, it would turn them off.

So I went through the unfun process of sending out my stories and eventually got them published in literary magazines and newspapers. I also started working on a novel. Initially I thought a novel was like a longer version of a short story (I had a lot to learn!) and it wasn’t until I got to around page 70 that I realized that a novel needs a plot, whereas a short story is an expression of a something more intangible—a feeling or a snapshot of a moment in time. They are very different genres, and though some scenes in my novel have the feeling of a short story, the novel itself evolved into a much more complex, plot-driven beast.

Assembling the stories, and memoir (which came from books I wrote about the lives of my parents, but that’s another story) into a collection and publishing it as an ebook has been fun and challenging. It also required putting up a website, blogging a bit, and going on a tour such as this one. Along the way I’ve been meeting people from all over the world who relate to blog posts or comments in groups I’ve joined. That has been unexpected and surprisingly rewarding. In fact, if anything I’ve said here or any of my stories resonate with you, I’d love to hear from you. The internet can be overwhelming, suck all your time, and be otherwise problematic. But there is a side to it that I like to think of as its “better angel” in that it gives people the chance to connect and form friendships who may never have otherwise found each other.

You can reach me through the comment tab on http://sblerner.com or at samsonbooks7@gmail.com. I hope to cyber-meet you!Susan Lerner photo

S.B. Lerner worked as an attorney in Manhattan for many years, and in the evenings she wrote and published short stories. They are now available as a collection, called In the Middle of Almost and Other Stories.

After getting married and becoming a mom, she was struck with the importance of knowing family history, so she researched and wrote the story of her father’s fascinating life. It was through learning about his early passion for a Zionist youth group in Poland that she became interested in the subject of her first novel, A Suitable Husband, which is set in prewar Poland.

S. B. loves to read historical fiction and novels set in other times and places, as well as to travel and meet people. Travel time is limited, lately, but she teaches an ESOL class and learns about other cultures through her diverse group of students. When not teaching, doing ‘mom’ things or playing with the puppy, she is at her desk working on another novel set on a college campus in New York.

You can visit S.B. Lerner’s website at www.sblerner.com, and read her blog ‘Novel Thoughts” through a link on the website. You can find Susan’s book on Goodreads at http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/12708823-in-the-middle-of-almost-and-other-stories

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Peter Damien MurphyPeter Murphy was born in Killarney where he spent his first three years before his family was deported to Dublin, the Strumpet City. Growing up in the verdant braes of Templeogue, Peter was schooled by the De La Salle brothers in Churchtown where he played rugby for ‘The Wine and Gold’. He also played football (soccer) in secret!

After that, he graduated and studied the Humanities in Grogan’s under the guidance of Scot’s corner and the bar staff; Paddy, Tommy and Sean.

Murphy financed his education by working summers on the buildings sites of London in such places as Cricklewood, Camden Town and Kilburn.

Murphy also tramped the roads of Europe playing music and living without a care in the world. But his move to Canada changed all of that. He only came over for awhile – thirty years ago.

He took a day job and played music in the bars at night until the demands of family life intervened.

Having raised his children and packed them off to University, Murphy answered the long ignored internal voice and began to write.

He has no plans to make plans for the future and is happy to let things unfold as they do anyway.

LAGAN LOVE is his first novel.

You can visit his website at www.peterdamienmurphy.com or his blog at www.peterdamienmurphy.blogspot.com.  Connect with him at Twitter at www.twitter.com/PeeloMurphy and Facebook at www.facebook.com/LaganLove.

About Lagan Love

Lagon LoveIf you know something about passion, and desire, and giving everything to live your dreams then leave your world behind for a while. Come with Janice to Dublin, in the mid nineteen-eighties when a better future beckoned and the past was restless, whispering in the shadows for the Old Ways. Janice has grown tired of her sheltered existence in Toronto and when Aidan leads her through the veils of the Celtic Twilight, she doesn’t hesitate. In their love, Aidan, Dublin’s rising poet, sees a chance for redemption and Janice sees a chance for recognition. Sinead tells her that it is all nonsense as she keeps her head down and her eyes fixed on her own prize – a place in Ireland’s prospering future. She used to go out with Aidan, before he met Janice, so there is little she can say. And besides, she has enough to do as her parents are torn apart by the rumours of church scandals. But after a few nights in Grogan’s, where Dublin’s bohemians gather, or a day in Clonmacnoise among the ruins of Celtic Crosses, it won’t matter as the ghosts of Aidan’s mythologies take form and prey on the friends until everything is at risk. Lagan Love is a sensuous story of Love, Lust and Loss that will bring into question the cost we pay for our dreams.

What on earth made you do it?

By Peter Murphy

My mother, who is no longer with us, would often run her hands through her hair and ask with emphasised exaggeration: ‘What on earth made you do it?’

It was the standard response when she confronted each one of her 6 sons on their latest bout with stupidity. Sometimes it was forgetting some vital provision from the shop; or a school assignment; or getting caught in the neighbours orchard; or taking a mitch (unauthorised absence) from school ; or the prize winner – forgetting to tell her that there was a dead eel in the pockets of the pants she was hand washing.

As the youngest I learned to borrow from my brothers responses but my mother had the type of eyes that could see all the way down to the core of your soul so lying was useless.

She would have liked my novel LAGAN LOVE but she would have sniffed with disdain at the sexuality and the cruder language. ‘What on earth made you want to go and write something like that?’ she would ask if she could.

The reasons are very clear in my mind. I wanted to capture something I believed was about to become extinct – pre Celtic-Tiger Dublin. You see I grew up there and while many of us have strong affinities with our home towns, Dublin is a city like no other. It was never really an Irish city; founded by the Vikings and home to the Norman invaders before it became the Provincial Capital of British rule. But all of that just made it more interesting. Full of larger than life characters that have elbowed their way onto the pages of some of the great literary works of the pantheon of Irish writers, Dublin was the high protein diet for anybody who wanted to write about life as it really was. Sure you can set your historical romance there but you can set those anywhere.You see Dublin is where the human soul has been sculpted by the winds and tides of fate.Misshapen and deformed to where beauty and ugliness conjoin the soul of Dublin will always be like a siren’s song for me.

I realised all of this years ago when I spent my evenings, and sometimes mornings, and afternoons, in Grogan’s of South William Street. You see it was where the remnants of Irish Literati gathered under the gentle and caring gaze of Paddy O’Brian – a publican of the finest order – and Tommy Smith who still runs the place. Conversation was the currency of the place that had no television nor live music though the on occasion a preferred customer might get a few bars out before the dish cloth came flying out from behind the bar. My good friend Emmanuel even got to play guitar there one quiet afternoon but the place was all about talking or sitting quietly – if that was what you preferred.

That was where the seeds were sown, fluttered down into my fertile mind from the lofty draughts of the banter of the brilliant. Politics, Mythology and Literary Classics were all blended with a generous dollop of good old personal gossip. It was the music of life and I was hooked.

As the Tiger approached, it seemed that all of that might be forgotten as everyone got ready to reinvent themselves in the New and Improved Ireland and I wanted to ensure that they, the voices of Grogan’s would never be forgotten. So if my mother was to ask I would have to say I was trying to capture a picture of a dying culture.

‘You could have done it without all the sex and scandal and bad language,’ she would argue with a flick of her head.

I could but that would not have done the place justice. That, you see, was why I had to write LAGAN LOVE.

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Today we are honored to be hosting Richard Blunt on his virtual book tour this month with the 1st installment of his 3- day Get to Know My Book series of book excerpts. Get to Know My Book is an ongoing feature between blogs where we post excerpts of an author’s book so that you can get to know the book better, one blog at a time.

About Richard Blunt

Richard Blunt is the author of the fantasy novel, Lucas Trent: Guardian in Magic. He is currently working on his second book in the Lucas Trent series. You can visit his website at www.lucastrent.com.

Visit him on Twitter at www.twitter.com/lucas_trent and Facebook at www.facebook.com/people/richard-blunt.

About Lucas Trent: Guardian in Magic

Lucas Trent“Guardian in Magic” is a fantasy novel located in a world very similar to the one we live in. It tells the story of 16 year old Lucas Trent, an IT student living in Luton, England. His fascination for the supernatural leads him to take a glimpse at the world from an angle only few others look at. An angle that teaches him the true meaning of friendship, loyalty and trust in ways he had never experienced before.

Journeying through a secret community that is hidden in plain sight, he suddenly finds himself forced into living two lives at once, keeping his true identity even from his close family. In a struggle to handle this situation, he gets pulled deeper and deeper into a swamp of conspiracies and coincidences surrounding a young girl and the very truth about magic in the real world…

Book Excerpt:

From Chapter 1…

It was shortly before 6 p.m. when Lucas entered the TimeStop. The place was divided into five separate rooms, the main one with the bar and four extra rooms for private hire. It didn’t need much more than a single look for Lucas to realize why this place was called TimeStop… All the rooms had the same strange decoration: The walls were filled with clocks of different styles, starting with a modern digital clock like you see on airports or at train stations and ending with some very old clocks that seemed to have been around for decades, perhaps even centuries. And the very strangest thing was that not a single clock was ticking; they were all stopped, each showing a different time. It took Lucas a few seconds to regain his breath and continue into the main room of the bar.

“Welcome to the TimeStop, stranger,” the bartender addressed Lucas in a friendly voice. “What can I get you?”

Lucas stepped up to the bar, ordered an appetizer and started looking around, trying to find out where to go. The bartender seemed to read his mind. “If you are here for the regular meeting of the Pagan group, then just head into the room over there,” he said and pointed towards one of the other rooms.

Lucas nodded, mumbled his thanks and walked towards the room. He started feeling more and more queasy with every step. Was it really a good idea to go there? Would he make a complete fool of himself? Who else would be there? Thoughts were racing through his head as he arrived at the red curtain that blocked the view to the room. He took a deep breath, shook himself a little bit to gain confidence and then entered the room.

The moment he stepped through the curtain his mood began to lighten. The room had eight tables in it, each surrounded by chairs. About 20 to 30 people had already taken their places at some of the tables, chatting and laughing, having a good time. The group was completely mixed, ranging from his age, or even a little bit younger, up to the age of approximately 60 years. He threw a quiet “Hello” into the room, somewhat hoping to remain unheard, as he still did not really feel comfortable around here. His hopes seemed to go unnoticed by the others, as it seemed that everyone had heard his greeting. Many of them just nodded in reply; others answered with a hello themselves. Two of them jumped up and came to him.

One, an approximately 35-year-old man, had a big grin on his face as he said “Cheers mate, welcome to our chat room.” He pounded him on his back and led him to one of the tables.

The other one, a woman in her late twenties, shook her head and said with a laugh, “Jesus, Drow… Don’t chase away our guest before he even arrives…” Then she turned towards Lucas. “Hi there! My name is Angel. I am a regular here, and this guy without manners,” she pointed towards Drow, “is Drow, the initiator of this meeting. Welcome to the Pagan chat room.”

“Thanks,” Lucas replied, still looking around and then as he saw the questioning look on Angel’s face he continued “Oh, sorry… I am Lucas, Lucas Trent.”

“Well, Lucas, Lucas Trent, take a seat and enjoy your stay. If you need anything just ask; no one is going to bite your head off,” Angel answered with a smile on her face pointing toward an empty chair.

Lucas instantly liked her. She was nice, good looking and had something else he just couldn’t explain. He felt sorry that she was at least ten years older than himself, otherwise he perhaps would have tried to talk her into dating him. He took a chair, still looking around as he saw a face he recognized on the table next to him. A very tall, slim guy with glasses was reading a local newspaper. The person was one year older than himself, and somewhat familiar. It took him a minute before he was able to make the connection. “Jesus…” he mumbled as he turned towards him. “Excuse me?” The other one looked up from his newspaper. “Aren’t you Darien Stance?” Lucas continued.

“Yes,” Darien replied seeming a little bit insecure. “Do I know you?”

“No,” Lucas answered with a laugh, “but I definitely know you… You are the scientific genius in my school. I am Lucas Trent, one grade below you.” Stance’s look changed into a nice smile. “Come to think of it…” Lucas continued, “what is Mr. Science from Luton IT College doing at the Pagan chat room?”

“Keeping an open mind,” Stance responded. “And what brings the most promising IT expert of this decade to this location?”

Lucas turned dark red. “So you know me, too?”

“Yes,” Darien laughed. “Everyone in school knows you, Trent. You are certainly more famous than I am.” And after a moment of silence he continued, “Oh, by the way, it’s really nice to meet you, Mr. Trent.” With these words he extended his hand towards Lucas waiting for him to shake it. Lucas didn’t hesitate a second. The most famous student in school, the one everyone just called “The Professor,” was offering his hand to him. In school he would have never even dreamt of that honor.

“More than nice to meet you, Mr. Stance.” he replied, shaking his hand.

“Please call me Darien, or Professor if you like, but let’s stop the formalities.”

Lucas couldn’t believe it. He was offered a first name basis with the Professor… “Lucas…” he replied a bit shyly.

Darien lifted his glass toward him “Cheers. Lucas, to a new friendship.”

“Cheers,” Lucas replied, taking a deep sip. The drink helped him regain a clear mind. He changed his seat to sit next to his new friend and they started chatting about school and computers while Darien was reading the newspaper and Lucas continued checking out the others in the room. The tables were filling up rapidly and Lucas was really amazed how many people around here responded to an invitation like that. It seemed a bit hard for him to talk with the others, as they seemed to know each other so well, so he decided to stay with Darien and see what would happen next.

It was around 7 p.m. when the first person approached Lucas’ table. It was a girl, seemingly a bit younger than Lucas and really good looking. “Excuse me…” she started in a very shy voice, not really looking at them with her big blue eyes. The two boys hadn’t recognized her, even though it seemed that everyone else in the room only had eyes for her at that point. Lucas and Darien looked up at the same moment. “Is this chair taken?” she pointed to an empty chair right across from Darien.

“No, no,” Darien replied. “We would be happy to have such nice company at our table.”

“Thanks, you are sweet,” she said with a smile as she sat down. “I am Stephanie. This is my first time here.”

“The name’s Darien and that’s Lucas. Join the club of newcomers.” Darien took the liberty of performing the formality.

“So you are into magic as well?” Stephanie asked with curiosity in her voice. “I always thought I was the only one that spent her time with it.”

“Join the club, again.” Lucas laughed. “Everyone around me would have thought I am a complete nut job if they knew.”

“Not everyone,” the Professor entered the conversation with a calm voice, “but you are quite right that it is better not to talk about this too much in public.”

“So what are you guys up to? What are you trying to accomplish with magic?”

Stephanie continued her inquiry.

“Well… “ Darien started folding up his newspaper, “I am not trying to accomplish anything with magic. I just want to understand what’s behind it, as it might help me in seeing a clear picture of science at all levels.”

Stephanie nodded emphatically and looked at Lucas.

“I don’t know,” he said. “I really don’t. I always was fascinated by what I read about it but I still don’t think it is possible. It mostly seems like fiction to me, but who knows… Perhaps someone around here is open to proving me wrong… What about you Stephanie?”

She smiled. “I am into healing. I want nothing more than to cure things that no one else can. That’s why I want to learn magic so much. Well, let’s see how far it goes, because so far I haven’t really had much success.”

“What did you try so far?” Darien asked.

“Well, I read many books, and experimented a little on myself, but like I said, no success so far,” she responded.

“Excuse me,” a voice from behind interrupted the discussion. They looked up at another arrival, around the age of the three, kind of a sporty guy. “Most tables are overcrowded–do you mind?”

“Not at all,” Lucas said pointing at a chair.

“Thank you!” the new guy replied, seeming relieved. “You know, I don’t know anyone around here, and most of the others don’t look very inviting. The name is Marcus Gracer, by the way. Nice to meet you all.”

The others introduced themselves, welcoming Marcus and then continued their discussion.

“What kind of experiments did you do, Stephanie?” Lucas was curious.

“Mostly rituals as they are described in books, but I didn’t get that far with it. I also tried spell magic but that came up even worse.” Stephanie was back in the discussion immediately.

“Wow, you seem to have a lot of experience already,” Marcus said, amazed.

Darien started laughing. “Don’t let yourself be misled, Marcus. Looks are often deceiving. What’s your point in the game, anyway?”

Marcus face became thoughtful. “I am into sports and hope that mental training will help me become better.”

“Isn’t that a bit far away from ‘just’ mental training?” Lucas asked.

“Well, yeah, it might be, but I thought if I start it, then I could go the whole way as well. Doesn’t change anything, does it?” Marcus commented. “But again, I am still at the beginning of it all.”

“A table where the topic is actually magic…” Again a voice spoke from behind.

Marcus turned around to face a man and a woman standing right behind him. “Are we allowed to join the circle or is this a private discussion?” the woman asked. She seemed to be near 20, short, a bit pudgy, with long red hair and a nice, friendly grin. The boy beside her was younger, about Lucas’ age, with no smile on his face–actually no feelings at all that one could read from his face.

“If this was a private discussion, the place would be very badly chosen, don’t you think?” Lucas said with a smile as he pointed them toward two chairs, filling the table fully.

The boy nodded his head with a face that might have meant “Thank you” but didn’t say anything. The girl seemed more willing to talk.

“Thanks,” she said, grabbing a chair. “May I introduce myself? Jasmin Kramer, but my friends just call me ‘Psycho’.” She bowed a little bit. “I actually can’t tell you much about my companion, as we just met a minute ago.”

“The name is Mason, Cedric Mason,” the quiet one said in a very calm, almost cold, voice.

“Don’t talk much, do you, Ced?” Jasmin smiled at him while pounding his back.

“No,” was his short reply.

“So let’s get back to the topic, don’t want to spoil the only group that had it…”

Again it was Jasmin talking. “Are any of you any good at magic? Or are you also just beginners as I am?”

The discussion continued for quite a while. Psycho pointed out her interest in manipulating the human mind; Cedric kept a little bit of a low profile by just saying he wanted to learn this stuff for self-defense. They shared their few experiences, talked about books and websites to gain information from and enjoyed their time together. Around 9 p.m. even Cedric eased up a little and started talking a bit more. The atmosphere was good, everyone seemed to get along great with the others and even when the numbers around became lower and lower not one of them thought about leaving. They all enjoyed their time so much that they didn’t think of looking at the clock. Darien was the first to take that look. “Jesus,” he said, “it’s already close to 10 p.m.”

Lucas laughed again. “Now you know why they call the place TimeStop, because you completely forget about time around here.”

“Time is always the problem,” Marcus stated. “I am quite sure that we all could be much further already with our knowledge if we would take more time for studying. But there always seems to be something more important to do…”

“Perhaps you should group up and study together, then,” a friendly female voice said from behind. “It helps the learning and also helps in sorting out priorities.” It was Angel standing behind them with a smile on her face “Mind if I join you?”

Everyone shook his head, so Angel pulled up a chair and sat down with them.

“What do you mean with grouping up, Angel?” Lucas asked.

“I think I know,” Darien responded before Angel could. “I read that magic users even in the real world group up in magic circles–study groups, we would say in academia. I think that is what Angel meant, but Angel, don’t you think that we are all too different to study together? Everyone has completely different approaches, aims and thoughts–how could this ever work?”

“Differences make you stronger, Professor,” Angel replied in a calm, friendly voice. “It is said that if you have two people that do the same, think the same and get the same results, then you have one too many. Every one of you can learn much from all the others because of the differences you have, but you have to keep an open mind all the time; after all, every one of you will bring up a different solution for the same problem and it is imperative that you examine every one of them closely to understand the ways of magic fully.”

“Do you understand the ways of magic fully?” Lucas asked.

“No, Lucas. But I do my best to understand it as much as possible.”

A few seconds of silence followed this statement. Stephanie was the first to break it. “I rather like the idea of the circle. I kind of like all of you and it would really be nice to have you around a bit more often so we can learn together.”

“I agree.” Marcus nodded “But is it worth the while? I still haven’t seen anything that makes me believe much in the things you’ve tried, and I am quite sure that not one of us is in the position to change that any time soon. And quite frankly I do have other things to do as, well.”

Lucas spoke up. “No one can tell you if it’s worth your while, Marcus, because not only don’t we have the answers, we also don’t  know what it would take to make it worth your while in the first place. And believe me, buddy, I have other things to do as well, but I would still be willing to try.”

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You Never KnowTitle: You Never Know: Tales of Tobias: An Accidental Lottery Winner
Author: Lilian Duval
Publisher: Wheatmark Press
Paperback: 354 pages
ISBN: 1604945206
Genre: Literary Fiction

What happens when an ordinary person becomes extraordinary?

Tobias starts out in life much the same as any of us—not rich, not poor, with imperfect parents and unlimited ambition. When he’s twenty years old, his future is altered in irreparable ways after a tragic car accident pushes him down a new path. The once-promising anthropology major is forced to abandon his dreams in order to care for his orphaned, brain-damaged younger brother.

In his late thirties, Tobias works in a bookstore, trying desperately to make ends meet to support his family. His daily grind only reinforces the sadness that broken dreams and bad luck bring in their wake.

How many times have you heard someone say, “If only I won the lottery?”

When Tobias finds he has won the Mega Millions lottery, his unimaginable bad luck seems to have changed into unimaginable good luck … or has it?

Over peaks and valleys, this uplifting journey will challenge the limits of luck, life, and what we value most.

Find out more about the complications of Tobias’s friendship and rivalry with his best friend, Martin; the effects of all this bad luck and good luck on his marriage; and the struggles of his brother, Simeon, once a talented cartoonist, in … You Never Know.
Book Excerpt:

Chapter 1
Saturday, December 23, 1989, was the kind of tepid winter day that made people ask, “What winter?” Dark by four in the afternoon, but no wind, no bite, a gray curtain over the sky for most of the day, just barely cold enough to freeze the slush into a treacherous skin of black ice that coated the streets like slime in a dirty shower stall. Tobias skidded on it when he stepped off the New Jersey Transit bus from Port Authority.
He was to call home from the bus station as soon as he arrived. He would wait in Amy’s Coffee House and pop out with his luggage when his father double-tapped the horn.
The bus had pulled into Woodrock, New Jersey, at four-thirty PM, half an hour late in Christmas traffic. Tobias slung his overstuffed book bag over his shoulder and dragged his valise into the crowded restaurant. He bought a giant latte and sat on a bar stool at the end of the counter. Other college students were chatting about ski trips and courses and their current romances. Christmas carols played on an endless loop. The place smelled of cinnamon.
The location of home was debatable. The longer he stayed away, the more separate he became from the family still living in Woodrock, to the point where he could almost forget them. Home was where his life was: Abington College in Maryland and the off-campus apartment he shared with Martin, his tennis partner, a math major planning on business school, who called Tobias a “liberal arts lefty.” They got along fine, were evenly matched on the courts, and took turns abandoning their apartment for a few hours when one or the other had a girlfriend over. They were both twenty, going on twenty-one, seesawing between adolescence and adulthood.
Tobias took a gulp of coffee and scalded his tongue. His father would be sitting in front of the TV now, doing nothing, waiting for the phone to ring. His mother would be delaying dinner preparations, sneaking another glass of wine. His brother, Simeon, would be upstairs in his room, sketching or drawing.
He sipped half the coffee and folded his arms over his book bag. Simeon, age fifteen, was a cartoonist. His pictures had appeared in the high school newspaper, the town newspaper, and the state magazine. Their mother was an art teacher, but no one had taught him cartooning; he just drew all day long–in class, where he was warm in art and cold in every other subject; at home, where he holed up in his room, away from the fighting; and anyplace he went where he had to wait in line. He didn’t talk much.
When Tobias was eleven, Simeon was six, and already attracting attention with his cartoons. He entered the school art contest with a drawing of his first-grade teacher, emphasizing her long earrings and long face, a caricature that was otherwise flattering. The school principal called and demanded to know who, in fact, had drawn a picture too advanced for a first-grader. Their mother huffed off to school, carrying a Grand Union bag crammed with Simeon’s cartoons of the last year or so, mostly of family members, to back him up. Simeon won the prize: a drawing set containing colored pencils, chalk pastels, an eraser, a sharpener, and a blending stump, all in a tin box with compartments like a Swanson frozen dinner.
Watching him sketch at the kitchen table, Tobias told their mother, “He’s talented because he practices so much. He never does anything else.” Simeon went on drawing without seeming to listen.
“No,” their mother said. “He practices so much because he’s talented.”
Tobias first saw his baby brother when he was two weeks old. He’d been sent alone at age five on a plane to his aunt Joyce in Encino, California, hovered over by flight attendants, at the time called stewardesses. Joyce, accustomed to covering for her alcoholic sister, took care of Tobias competently and joylessly for a month. On his return home, his father showed him the baby, asleep in a crib. “Here’s your new brother,” he said. “Just like you, only smaller.”
By the time Tobias was twelve, his mother was drinking in the mornings, her coffee mug filled with wine, and couldn’t get Simeon off to elementary school. Tobias packed his brother’s lunch every day before he left for middle school, taught him to tell time, and made sure he got out the door on time, while their mother went back to bed.
Tobias finished his coffee and asked the girl next to him to watch his stuff while he went to the men’s room. Someone was on the pay phone at the back of the restaurant. He ordered another coffee the same size. He wouldn’t be able to sleep. But rather than making him jittery, the caffeine was calming him, and he cast around for something to look forward to after this visit. He was always thinking, When this or that happens, then I’ll be happy. It was never now; it was always later. Maybe happiness is forever anticipating being happy, he thought. Getting what you want doesn’t equal happiness. His was a life always heading somewhere but never arriving.
At the moment, he was looking forward to three things: One, seeing his brother, his only family member who was not stuck in time or moving backward. Two, perversely, for this visit to be over. And three, his undergraduate anthropology fellowship in the rainforests of the Peruvian Amazon and the Yanomami territories of Brazil and Venezuela.
His father had forbidden Simeon to draw or paint until he raised his grades in school, where he was making As in art and Cs and Ds in all his other tenth-grade subjects. Twice, Tobias had mediated on the phone long-distance, to no avail. Simeon could draw with a fingernail in the dirt, but missed his art supplies, which their father had confiscated for the semester.
The phone at the back was free. Tobias felt in the front zippered flap of his suitcase for his family’s presents, all bought at the last minute from the campus store: an Abington College scarf for his mother, an Abington coffee mug for his father, and the book Best Cartoonists of the 20th Century for his brother. He lugged everything to the phone corner and started fishing for coins in his coat pocket, slowly. At the center table, students he had known in high school were staring at him. He turned his back and plunked a quarter into the phone.
“Toby!” a voice boomed from the open door. A man stepped into the coffee shop. “Tobias Hillyer.” The thirty or so customers all stopped talking at once. “Holly Jolly Christmas” warbled on the soundtrack.
Tobias grabbed his backpack and valise, scattering the coins from the phone shelf onto the floor. “Dad, I just got here. I was just calling you.” They hugged.
“An hour late,” his father said, grinning under his winter hat, the kind with ear flaps. He cuffed Tobias on the head– only playfully. It hurt anyway.
“Thanks for coming, Dad. Come on; let’s go.” Murmurs of conversation sprang up as they shuffled to the door.
“Your mother wants us to stop and get Chinese food. No time to cook.” He put Tobias’s bags in the trunk. “So she said.”
“Dad, please don’t put anything on top of the suitcase.”
“How’s school?”
“Good, fine, Dad. I got a work-study job tutoring. Doing all right. So I’d like to invite you all out to dinner.” Getting the family out in public would at least mitigate their initial meeting.
They got in the car. “You still going down there with those pygmies?”
“Dad, they’re Yanomami. Brazilian Indians, some in Venezuela. It’ll be all right.”
“Yo Mama, that what you call them?” He laughed.
Tobias ignored him the rest of the way to the house. He started to unlock the front door, which gave way before he turned the key. Still broken.
“Hi, sweetie!” His mother embraced him. She reeked of wine, and her enthusiasm alarmed him. There would be a confrontation; he could sense it.
“Good to see you, Mom.” He stepped into the kitchen, ostensibly to get a glass of water, but only to check the barrel of corks behind the kitchen door. The top of the barrel reached his waist, and it was full of corks, some still wet from the bottle.
His mother was following him. “Sorry, honey, I didn’t have time to cook.”
His father said, “Tobias has invited us out. He’s into money now.”
“Mom. Dad. Let’s make this a good one, OK? How about in twenty minutes, we all go out and celebrate the Christmas season?” His head was hurting. If it weren’t for Simeon, he would have stayed on campus with the foreign students who lived too far away to go home on a holiday. He went upstairs to the room he had shared with his brother, who still had not emerged to greet him. Their bedroom door was closed. He knocked and walked in without waiting for an answer.
“Toby!” Simeon grabbed him, laughing and jumping like a little kid.
Tobias hugged him hard and thumped him on the back. “What are you doing, kiddo?”
“Just goofing around.” Simeon’s desk was covered with cartoons drawn on notebook paper with pencil, his other materials still under lock and key. There were caricatures of school friends; drawings of girls he favored, endowed with plus-size breasts and deep cleavage; and one picture of their mother, wine glass in hand, and their father, apparently scolding her.
Simeon was tall and thin like Tobias, but nearsighted. His rectangular glasses were always slipping down his narrow nose. “Toby. I got you something special. For your trip.” He opened his desk drawer. “Open it now.”
“Today’s only the twenty-third.”
“No, I have a regular present for you for Christmas. This is extra.”
“Aw, I feel bad, Simmy. All I have is one gift for you.”
“Doesn’t matter. This is for sticking up for me. Open it,”
Simeon said, handing him a wrapped box.
“Why now?”
“Hey, you never know.”
The present was heavy and solid, the size of a book, but denser. Tobias undid the wrapping paper. “Oh, man, Simmy, these are expensive.” It was a pair of Swarovski binoculars, 10 x 50 power, good enough for ornithologists in the jungle. “Oh, my God, Simmy, how could you do this?”
Simeon took the box from his brother and spilled the accessories out on the bed. “They’re waterproof and fog-proof.” He took out the lens covers, eyepiece covers, carrying case, and neck strap. “I won some art contests.”
“Simmy. Thank you. Thank you so much. I need these.” Tobias fingered the focusing knob. “These are great. Wow.”
Simeon laughed. Someone was starting to climb the stairs. They packed up the binoculars, hid the box under the pillows, and hurried downstairs.
Their father wanted to go to Vinny’s, their usual family restaurant. Tobias imagined the scene that would ensue. His mother would progress from tipsy to downright drunk. His parents would fight over how much she was drinking. Vinny’s had low ceilings, and you could hear every word from table to table.
“Dad, in honor of this special occasion, I’d like to take you all somewhere fancy.” The town’s other Italian restaurant, the upscale one, had no liquor license and poor acoustics, where you could hardly hear a word across the table. “Come on, everybody. I’ll drive.”
His mother was carrying a bottle of wine in a canvas tote bag.
“No, Toby, you never drive at school. Sit in the back.” She opened the door of their Ford Escort.
“He can drive,” his father barked and handed the keys to Tobias, and then sat in the front seat. Tobias wanted his brother to sit with him but didn’t complain. One hurdle cleared, and ten more days to go. He didn’t know how he was going to make it; his head was already throbbing. Simeon sat in the back behind Tobias and kicked the driver’s seat three times. Tobias grinned at him in the rearview mirror.
All during dinner, Simeon drew. On a typewriter pad from his brother’s book bag, he sketched a detailed cartoon of Tobias. In the drawing, Tobias was wearing a safari hat and hip boots and carrying a butterfly net. A pair of binoculars hung from a strap around his neck.
Their father scowled. “Simeon, quit scribbling, and join the family.”
“He’s not scribbling; he’s drawing,” his mother said.
“He’s OK, Dad.”
Simeon was exaggerating his brother’s thick, dark hair in the cartoon, letting it droop over his forehead. In the picture, Tobias’s nose was pointy and slightly bent, but his real-life nose, though aquiline, was fine and straight, its hook scarcely noticeable. His features were so symmetrical that you would have to compare his photo and its mirror image to spot any irregularities. Simeon’s own nose was ineffective in holding up his glasses, which he poked upward every now and then. He printed Toby at the bottom of the picture, signed it SIM, and turned to a new page.
“The food here is great,” Tobias said. He sprinkled some crushed red pepper on his spinach gnocchi in marinara sauce, which was delicious. He was ravenous, having skipped breakfast to catch the Greyhound bus from Baltimore to New York and having had nothing to eat all day but a bag of Fritos at a rest stop.
“Yeah, great,” his father said. “Try this.” He poked a meatball with his fork and dropped it onto Tobias’s plate.
“No thanks, Dad. This is fine.” Tobias returned the meatball and wiped his fork on the side of his plate.
“He’s a vegetarian, remember?” his mother said.
“Oh, sure, I forgot. He’s one of those tree huggers,” his father said. “At least put some cheese on that.”
Tobias was about to explain about being a vegan when he had another idea. He reached out his hands to his father opposite him and his mother on his left. “Mom. Dad. Simmy. I love you all.” His mother clasped his left hand. “It’s Christmastime. We’re together. We’re doing OK.” His father clasped his right hand. “Let’s enjoy this meal and stop bickering.” Simeon stopped drawing and joined the circle of hands. Their mother’s eyes teared.
Tobias paid the bill in cash over the objections of his father, who left a 20 percent tip. Simeon helped his mother with her coat. They got into the car in the same seats as before: Tobias in the driver’s seat, his father next to him, his brother behind him, and their mother next to Simeon.
“Oh, rats! I forgot the sketch pad.” He started to undo his seat belt to run back in for Simeon’s cartoon, dreading the fight that might erupt among the other three at close range.
“I’ll go, Toby. Stay there.” Simeon jumped out and ran into the restaurant before Tobias could open the door.
On the way home, his father asked him about his fellowship and the trip to South America. Tobias, happy to break the tension, explained he’d be living among the Yanomami Indians and sleeping under nets, learning their language, taking notes for his research.
“You’re distracting him,” his mother complained. “It’s icy.”
“Goddamn it, stop interrupting,” his father snarled. “This doesn’t concern you.”
Tobias approached the four-way intersection slowly and put on his left blinker. The light was red.
“Careful,” his father said.
“Let him be,” his mother said.
Tobias checked all the mirrors. The light turned green. In the back seat, his brother was smirking. As he went into the turn, out of nowhere, a larger vehicle ran the light, sped into the intersection, and skidded into the right side and back of the Hillyers’ car. Tobias heard the deafening crack, like a thunderclap in the mountains, before registering the impact.
The Ford spun around 180 degrees on the black ice. There were screams, splintering glass, scraping sounds, the sputtering motor. His hand turned the key and shut off the engine. His neck hurt.
He shouted, “Mom! Dad! Simmy!” No one answered. He jumped out of the car, tried to open the doors on the other side. The entire right side of the car was crushed. His parents weren’t moving. In the street lights, he could see blood oozing out of their mouths. He ran back to the driver’s side, opened the back door. “Simmy. Simeon. No, no!” he screamed.
“Somebody help, please!”
Sirens, police cars, ambulances appeared as if in a nightmare. Paramedics brought something called the jaws of life. By the time his parents had been extricated, they were both dead. They were wheeled to ambulances on covered stretchers.
Simeon was unconscious but alive. No injuries were apparent. They rushed him to the emergency room at Woodrock Hospital. A police officer drove Tobias to the hospital with sirens on and lights flashing.
The emergency room doctor came out of a white-curtained cubicle, holding a clipboard. “Mr. Hillyer?” he asked.
Tobias looked around. The doctor meant him. “Yes.”
“Who’s your next of kin?”
“My parents,” Tobias said. “My brother. Where’s my brother?”
“Your brother has a concussion and possibly some other head injuries. He’s unconscious. Any other family members nearby?”
“My aunt in California. Grandparents in Florida. Can I see my brother?” The pad with Simeon’s drawing was under his arm.
“We’re testing him now. Any other relatives? Other grandparents?”
“One in a nursing home. One dead. That’s all. Please take me to where my brother is. What’s wrong with him?”
“He’s in a coma. We suspect a diffuse axonal injury,” the doctor said. “It’s a type of traumatic brain damage.” He looked behind Tobias, but no one was there besides the police officer who had brought him in. “How old is your brother? How old are you?” he asked.
“He’s fifteen. I’m twenty. Twenty-one in March.”
The doctor put his arm around Tobias. “I’m sorry, son,” he said.

About Lilian Duval
Lilian DuvallLilian Duval has been fascinated with lottery winners for years, and they´re the inspiration for her intriguing novel You Never Know, which explores how an ordinary man copes with terrible luck, and later, amazing luck, when he wins the Mega-Millions lottery. Her story collection, Random Acts of Kindness, will be published in 2012.

Lilian and her husband are both survivors of the 2001 terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center. They live in a small house in New Jersey overlooking a large county park. She´s an amateur classical guitarist and enjoys attending concerts, plays, and movies in New York City.

You can visit her website at www.lilianduval.com or follow her at Twitter at http://twitter.com/#!/lilianduval and Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/pages/Lilian-Duval/121776657899250?sk=wall.

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5 Things I Learned After My Book Was Published

By Mary Ann Loesch

The road to publication has not been an easy one for my novel, Nephilim.  Finding the right home for this urban fantasy took some time and careful thought. In the end, it fell into the capable hands of Lyrical Press Inc.  Now that it’s published, I’d like to share a few things I learned about writing and publishing after Nephilim was released.

1.       Remember your editor’s advice for future projects. Listen to your editor. Love them. Write them big thank you notes. My editor, the wonderful Tiffany Maxwell, guided me through the process of cleaning up my novel.  I’m so glad to have worked with her! Having published the novel, now I appreciate the importance of a second set of eyes who really knows what they are talking about. The things she pointed out to me as writing weaknesses are things that I now use when working on other projects.

Nephilim2.       It is never too early to promote your book. The sooner you do this and have a plan of action in place, the better off you will be after the book comes out.

3.       Tooting your own horn is important! This is different than creating a website or a webpage where you just blindly promote. Tooting your own horn means being confidant enough to talk to people face to face about what you have accomplished. There is a time and a place for humble pie, but being able to chat about yourself and your book is just as important as setting up your Facebook or Twitter page.

4.       You can be successful without an agent. I really worried over this one. As writers, we are trained that the only way you can achieve success is if you have an agent and get published through a major publishing house. That is no longer the case. Agents can play a vital role, but they aren’t the last word on whether or not you can make it as a writer. I don’t have an agent and I feel fine.  At least for today…

5.       Continue to make time to write. Just because you have a book out doesn’t mean you should stop writing. This is tough one sometimes because the promotion process is so time consuming. Make sure that you are still putting aside time to write that next novel or short story, too.

Mary Ann Loesch is an award-winning author living in the Austin Area. Teacher by day, writer by night, Ms. Loesch has an extensive background in Theatre Arts and education. In 2009 her novel, Nephilim, won the Writers League of Texas Manuscript contest in the category of Science Fiction/Fantasy. Having published short stories in SNM Horror Magazine, A Side of Grits, and Red Fez, she is also a proud contributor to the blogs All Things Writing and Loesch’s Muse, both guides for beginning writers. Lyrical Press, Inc. published her urban fantasy, Nephilim, July 2011.

You can visit her website at www.maryannloesch.com or her blog at http://www.loeschsmuse.blogspot.com.

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Telegraph IslandTELEGRAPH ISLAND, by John Milton Langdon, Tate Publishing, 280 pp.

Step back in time to the Victorian age. The industrial revolution in Britain is in full spate and electronic communication is in its infancy. Based loosely on fact author John Milton Langdon weaves a tale of romance and adventure on the high seas and in the Orient.

Jason Smiley Stewart — My Life Story describes the life of an average man. Although he is born in humble circumstances, he shows how a combination of perseverance and intelligence aided by a little good fortune, can help any child overcome the disadvantages of a lowly birth status and poor education.

In Telegraph Island, the second of four novels chronicling the life of Jason Smiley Stewart, the young man’s continuing adventures are described. He has his share of failure and success but once again demonstrates that his poor origins are no bar to fame and fortune when he leaves the life of a sailor to join the communication revolution.

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I felt on top of the world and ate a hearty breakfast and as I did so I noticed that Joanna was neither eating very much nor looking very happy.  After a time she stopped moving bacon and eggs around her plate, put down her knife and fork and looked at me with a strange and wondering expression.

She said sadly “You seem very happy this morning, Jason.  Are you pleased to be leaving me so soon?”

“No of course not, Joanna” I replied and went on “If I seem happy this morning it’s because I am in love with a most wonderful person and she loves me too.  I can barely believe that I’m really awake and not locked in a wonderful dream.  I don’t want to leave just as we have found each other”.   I held her hand and said “I must go Joanna as I cannot change the arrangements now.  I know that I will be desperately unhappy until we can be together again”.

“Haven’t you forgotten something, Jason?” she asked obscurely.

I did a quick mental review of my packing and replied “I don’t think so Joanna, thank you.  I’m sure I have packed everything”.

She let go of my hand.  “Oh!  Men can be so obtuse at times” she said with some asperity and then asked angrily “Don’t you remember what you said to me in the night?”

“Yes of course”.

“Do you remember my response?”

“Yes of course I do” I said still puzzled by her questions.

And then realisation struck.  She was angry because I had been thoughtless in my misplaced cheerfulness and what was worse I had said nothing about my suggestion that she should be my wife.  It was so much worse that Joanna had found it necessary to remind me about something that should have been my first priority.

What a fool I was.  My euphoric mood drained away like water down a plug hole and at least mentally I kicked myself around the room.

I tried to take her hand but she was still angry with me and moved it out of reach as I said “Darling Joanna, please forgive me for being such an insensitive clod.  I was so happy this morning that I just didn’t think beyond the here and now.   I said last night that I would like you to be my wife and this morning I still feel the same, but I will have to ask your Mother’s permission before I can propose to you”.

“So why just sit there eating breakfast, when my mother is sitting in the next room reading,” was Joanna’s tart reply “She intends to go out shortly”.

I jumped to my feet, left the breakfast room and knocked on the door of the morning room.  I went in when I heard Mrs. Evans call out.  She was sitting in an armchair reading and I stood in front of her chair feeling a little like a child in front of the headmistress.

“Good morning, Jason, I hope you enjoyed a good night’s sleep?”

“I did thank you, Mrs. Evans and I hope you did as well” I said, then paused, not at all sure where to start or what to say.  She looked at me, put her book on the side table and waited patiently for me to continue the conversation without saying a word herself.  I collected my thoughts and failed totally to remain calm as I said without ceremony or preamble “I would like to have your permission to ask Joanna to marry me.  I know it must seem sudden to you, but as I am just about to leave for India I would like to know that Joanna feels as I do and will wait for me to return”.

“Over the tribulations of the past few years I have come to know you quite well, Jason, and I think you will make my daughter a good husband.  I think you have a good future and know that you will provide for her to the best of your ability.  You have my permission to ask her”.

“Thank you Mrs. Evans.  You cannot imagine how relieved I am” I responded formally and returned to the breakfast room where Joanna was waiting.

As I closed the door and walked towards her she said in a worried voice “What did my Mother say?  You weren’t very long.  She didn’t refuse did she?”

I smiled at her, then went down on one knee and asked simply but very seriously “I should be honoured if you would consent to be my wife Joanna.  Please will you marry me?”

– Excerpt from Telegraph Island

You can pick up your copy of Telegraph Island by clicking here.

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Guest Blogger 2All For the Love of a Cat

By Candace Hall

When I sit alone in the dark and feel the silence surround me, I know, I have a friend.  His warm eyes meet mine and seem to say, hey! “Who loves you baby?”  Those mornings when you wake up and just don’t want to get out of bed; who lands with a thud on your chest and seems to smile at you?

A Christmas SecretOn stormy nights when the lightning flashes and the thunder roars, who curls up in your lap and stays close as skin?  When those inevitable tears begin to fall for no reason at all, who pads your face with a paw and tries to wipe them away?

Who will spend a sunny afternoon in the garden chasing butterflies with you or simply watch you pull a weed or two?  When you’re reading your favorite book; who wants to mark the page for you by lying in the middle of it?

Who will entertain you by trying to crawl in a box only half his size and pretend to hide?  Who will curl up on your favorite sweater and keep it warm for you on a cold winter’s day?

When that hideous mouse scurries across the kitchen floor; who will chase it down and kill it for you? He will even bring it like a gift and lay it at your feet for approval.

When you lay close to my heart I know you feel that special bond that only we two share and always will.

The day I first met a tiny kitten stays fresh in my mind as I stare at a now full grown cat.  The memories we have shared over the years have made my life full and rich.

You ask “Why did you write A Christmas Secret?”  The answer lies curled up at my feet.  This incredible creature brought love and hope to my life.  My mother saved O’Malley’s life and then shared that love with me.  It is my hope that children will see that the magic of Christmas is love.

Candace HallWho would have thought a California girl would grow up to love the magic of a snowy Christmas and the mysteries of the North Pole. The scent of pine needles fills the air as the sleepy eyes of six small children begin to open. Then it begins “The Great Race.” Who will get to the presents first? The sounds of wrapping paper tearing, children laughing, and toys strewn everywhere. This was Christmas Day for Candace Hall’s family in Los Angeles, California. There were no snowflakes and Santa led a parade down Hollywood Blvd. As time passed and growing up continued, sunny California was left behind, Texas became home and there was snow at Christmas.

There were no empty hours in a day to begin writing, even though Candace’s pen had touched a page or two, no real stories began to unfold until her health forced me to retire. It was then that real life experiences and her love of Christmas and a special black kitten turned into “A Christmas Secret.”

Writing has now become Candace’s passion and with the help of the good Lord there will be more stories and adventures to be shared.

Candace’s latest book is a delightful holiday children’s book called A Christmas Secret.

You can visit her website at www.candacehallbooks.com.  You can also connect with Candace on Twitter at www.twitter.com/HallCandace.

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Taken AwayTitle: Taken Away
Author: Patty Friedmann
Publisher: Tiny Satchell Press
Paperback: 427 pages
ISBN: 0984531823
Genre: Young Adult Fiction

What does young Summer Elmwood do when her little sister disappears during the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina and everyone blames her?

When Summer Elmwood’s hot, bedraggled, exhausted family arrives unannounced at the door of her aunt’s elegant Houston house, her mother explains. “We’ve had a disaster. Not the hurricane, a real disaster.”

It is one week after Katrina laid waste to the Elmwoods’ hometown of New Orleans, and like most residents, they were too close to the tragedy to see its scope. Besides, they were coping with a possible tragedy of their own, and only because their city has closed down have they evacuated. Summer’s baby sister disappeared the day the storm hit.

Two-year-old Amalia Elmwood had open-heart surgery three days before the storm, and in the chaos—breaking windows, loss of power, rising water, departure of doctors and nurses—Amalia has disappeared from Intensive Care. The Elmwoods find themselves helpless to find her in an abandoned city.

When her parents start to suspect Summer—who aches for some positive attention—might be the culprit, Summer musters all her resources to track her sister down. With parents who don’t like technology, she must sneak to use computers and cell phones, but with the help of a friend, Haydn Glade, who also is exiled in Texas, she picks up clues that the FBI ignores and eventually figures out what happened. Haydn, whom she “would be in love with if I didn’t love him so much,” seems a much more romantic boy in Texas. Summer has to decide how much.
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Hurricane Katrina

I go up to every person who’s not talking to someone else. “My sister’s two. She was in intensive care. We can’t find her.”

Oh, we’re airlifting them out first,” is the answer they all give.

“She was missing before the helicopters came,” I explain.

“We were lining people up before the helicopters came,” they all say.

I ask where the helicopters are going.

“They won’t know until they’re airborne,” is what I hear from everyone. “But close.” Close, I’m told, is like Thibodaux, possibly Baton Rouge, hopefully not Lafayette. That means sixty or eighty but probably not a hundred-twenty miles away.

I think I have facts to give to my parents, but I wonder if the sequence of events really fits. My head is too full of jumbled information, and I don’t quite have a time line. I’ve lost track of the days and the hours. Right this second it’s impossible for me to figure out if I can relax, to think that maybe Amalia went on a helicopter to another hospital.
About Patty Friedmann
Patty FriedmannPatty Friedmann’s two latest books are a YA novel called Taken Away [TSP 2010] and a literary e-novel titled Too Jewish [booksBnimble 2010]. She also is the author of six darkly comic literary novels set in New Orleans: The Exact Image of Mother [Viking Penguin 1991]; Eleanor Rushing [1998], Odds [2000], Secondhand Smoke [2002], Side Effects [2006], and A Little Bit Ruined [2007] [all hardback and paperback from Counterpoint except paper edition of Secondhand Smoke from Berkley Penguin]; as well as the humor book Too Smart to Be Rich [New Chapter Press 1988]. Her novels have been chosen as Discover Great New Writers, Original Voices, and Book Sense 76 selections, and her humor book was syndicated by the New York Times. She has published reviews, essays, and short stories in Publishers Weekly, Newsweek, Oxford American, Speakeasy, Horn Gallery, Short Story, LA LIT, Brightleaf, New Orleans Review, and The Times-Picayune and in anthologies The Great New American Writers Cookbook, Above Ground, Christmas Stories from Louisiana, My New Orleans, New Orleans Noir, and Life in the Wake. Her stage pieces have been part of Native Tongues. In a special 2009 edition, Oxford American listed Secondhand Smoke with 29 titles that included Gone with the Wind, Deliverance, and A Lesson Before Dying as the greatest Underrated Southern Books. With slight interruptions for education and natural disasters, she always has lived in New Orleans.

You can visit her website at www.pattyfriedmann.com.

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The Story Behind the Book is Literarily Speaking’s newest feature. Here we find out either the inspiration behind authors’ books or how they got published. Today’s guest is Barbara Kyle, author of The Queen’s Gamble (Kensington).

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The Queen's Gamble jpgThe Queen’s Gamble is the fourth book in my “Thornleigh” series of Tudor-era novels which focus on a middle-class family I created – the Thornleighs – as they rise up through three turbulent reigns. The historical record is always my jumping-off point for the novels, and The Queen’s Gamble was sparked by some fascinating research I’d done about the first international crisis the young Queen Elizabeth I faced. It was in 1559. Elizabeth was twenty-five and had been queen for less than a year. My fictional family, the Thornleighs, have at this point risen to considerable wealth, with some power in Elizabeth’s government, and they are deeply loyal to her.

But all was not well in the young queen’s world. When she’d inherited the throne from her half-sister Mary, Elizabeth took over a country on the brink of ruin. Mary had bankrupted the treasury by a disastrous war with France, which she had lost, leaving Elizabeth burdened with massive loans taken in Europe’s financial capital of Antwerp, and a grossly debased coinage that was strangling English trade. Danger threatened Elizabeth on every side. Spain eyed England as a possible addition to its empire that already spanned half the globe. France ruled Scotland as a virtual French province, its government run by French overlords, its capital garrisoned with French troops, providing an ideal bridgehead for the French to launch an attack on England. At home, Elizabeth faced seething discontent from a large portion of her people, the Catholics, who loathed her act of Parliament that had made the country officially Protestant. France and Spain sympathized with, and supported, the English Catholics.

If overtly threatened by either of those great powers, England would be vastly outmatched. Unlike the European powers, England had never had a standing army. (Her monarchs had always relied on a system of feudal levies by which local lords, when required, raised companies of their tenants and retainers to fight for the king, who then augmented the levies with foreign mercenaries.) Even the English navy was weak, consisting of just thirty-four ships, only eleven of them ships of war. Ten months after Elizabeth’s coronation, people throughout Europe were laying bets that her reign would not survive a second year. One crisis could destroy her.

That crisis came in the winter of 1559. It happened in Scotland. The firebrand Protestant preacher John Knox had led a revolution and taken over much of the country, declaring it Protestant. France sent in thousands of troops to put down this rebellion, for they were bent on maintaining Scotland as a client state, and a Catholic one. Everyone believed the French would easily prevail, and Elizabeth feared was that once this huge French military presence was entrenched on her border they would swoop down and invade England.

Into this precarious situation, I thrust my fictional character Isabel Thornleigh. She returns from the New World – Peru – with her Spanish husband and young son, and is caught up in the crisis when Elizabeth recruits her to smuggle gold to Knox’s Scottish rebels to help them in their fight against the French. But Elizabeth’s trust in Isabel only goes so far, and she keeps Isabel’s little boy as a pampered hostage to ensure that Isabel completes her mission. Making matters worse for Isabel, her husband is engaged as a military advisor to the French, putting the couple on opposite sides in this deadly cold war.

It’s been a pleasure being a guest at Literarily Speaking! Thanks for the opportunity to let readers know the background about The Queen’s Gamble.Barbara Kyle photo

Barbara Kyle is the author of the Tudor-era “Thornleigh” series of novels, which have been published internationally: The Queen’s Captive, The Queen’s Lady, and The King’s Daughter, praised byPublishers Weekly as “a complex and fast-paced plot, mixing history with vibrant characters.” Her new novel, The Queen’s Gamble, will be released on 30 August 2011.

Barbara previously won acclaim for her contemporary novels under pen name ‘Stephen Kyle’, including Beyond Recall (a Literary Guild Selection), After Shock and The Experiment. Over 400,000 copies of her books have been sold.

Barbara has taught courses for writers at the University of Toronto School of Continuing Studies, and is known for her dynamic workshops for many writers organizations. Her popular series of video workshops “Writing Fiction That Sells” is available through her website. Before becoming an author, Barbara enjoyed a twenty-year acting career in television, film, and stage productions in Canada and the U.S.

Visit www.BarbaraKyle.com.

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Guest Blogger 25 Things You Should Know About Becoming a Published Author

by Shobhan Bantwal

1. The path that takes one from aspiring author to published author is a tough one to navigate. Until a writer actually steps on to it, she is not likely to know the challenging journey that she is about to undertake.

2. IFull-Moon-Briden the world of traditional publishing, unlike vanity publishing, an author generally needs to sign on with a reputable literary agent first. Most established publishing companies refuse to take on a new author without an agent. This is a fact that many new authors are not aware of.

3. While getting a publisher to notice one’s writing is tough enough, it is equally difficult to capture the attention of a good agent. Reputable agents are very busy individuals with multiple clients and are naturally reluctant to take on new ones. Their rejection rate is extremely high, some close to 99 percent. Therefore to be able to sign on with a well-known agent in itself is a serious challenge. An agent takes on a new client only if she is entirely convinced that the writer has a saleable manuscript and can sustain a long writing career.

4. Once an agent has successfully brought an author’s manuscript to the attention of an editor at a publishing house, the next step is contract negotiation. This is where a good agent is worth his/her weight in gold. The agent needs to carefully negotiate everything from advance money to copyright to royalties and long-term author rights.

5. Editors are in charge when it comes to getting the manuscript published. Meeting editor’s deadlines, making revisions, accommodating the editor’s suggestions, galley revisions, and final proofing are part of the long and arduous process of getting that book into the bookstores. Along the way, besides the various editors, there are dozens of people involved in designing the cover art, production, sales, shipping, promotion, public relations, marketing, and accounting. A single book, despite its simplicity, is a complicated multi-person, multi-step process. A new author is always in awe of how much is involved in getting her manuscript into the hands of readers. It is also a humbling experience.

Shobhan BantwalBesides authoring five novels, Shobhan Bantwal is a freelance writer and award-winning fiction writer featured in publications such as The Writer, India Abroad, Little India, India Currents and New Woman India. She regularly donates a portion of her book earnings to women’s charities. For information on her books, contests, events, recipes, photos, contact, and favorite charities, visit her website at www.shobhanbantwal.com or her facebook page at www.facebook.com/ShobhanBantwal.author

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The Story Behind the Book is Literarily Speaking’s newest feature. Here we find out either the inspiration behind authors’ books or how they got published. Today’s guest is Joseph Schneller, author of Your Average Joe Unplugged (Nordskog Publishing).

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Guest Post: “Confessions of a Broken Man”

© Joseph Schneller 2011

Your Average Joe: Unplugged

Average Joe coverIn the fall of 2008, I left my job in the hope of something new, something better, something far less stressful than operating a quick-service restaurant.  More than anything, I left in the hope of a professional writing career.  I’d finally sold my first article for print – and that to a major publication – and figured that my hard work and long-held dream would finally meet face-to-face, that the doors would finally open.

Which shows you how little I understood about doors.

Six weeks after I quit my job, the economic dominos began to fall, and the job market disappeared in a massive mushroom cloud.  I couldn’t find a job anywhere doing anything for anyone.  I started a professional writing service for web copy, marketing materials, you name it… and never sold a single thing.  Professionally speaking, I felt worthless.  And of course I had a wife and son at home, with another on the way.  But more on all of that in the book.

I can’t stand looking for jobs, especially when there are no jobs to be had.  My wife couldn’t understand a husband who, making only a few hundred smacks over several months, would do anything other than apply for jobs all day.  I wanted to write; she wanted me to hunt.  This created a marital environment known in the family counseling realm as “crappy.”

So apply and write I did.  I cast out scads of lines for jobs and essentially heard back nothing.   And I wrote.  In January of 2009, after being unemployed for four months, I launched a website to speak of this storm.  Because the truth is that I grappled mightily with my circumstances.  I have believed in God since I was a wee lad, have pursued my talent for writing with vigor, and have wanted to use that talent to truly help other people.  And what did I have to show for all of that?  Jack squat.  I had a highly strained marriage, a swiftly depleting savings account, and an ego the size of a gnat.

As I turned to my Bible for guidance, I kept reading over and over about hope and promise.  Hope and promise, hope and promise, hope and promise.  The overwhelming message was that my current scenario was so well-in-hand that it was unmentionable, and that my future was filled with hope and promise.  So you know what I did?  (I have hardly told a soul about this).

I tore that Bible to shreds.

In bare-handed fury, I ripped every page from the binding, scattering them torn and crumpled across the floor—an appalling and heartbreaking testament to my vast disappointment, confusion of faith, and inexplicable loss.  “Don’t give me promises,” I spat at the Creator, “deliver the goods.”

Whew.  Deep breath.  Let me just pause for a moment and say that, in the Christian realm, this sort of behavior is, well, frowned upon.

What else can I say?  Here I sit.  It’s Sunday morning, I’ve woken up early to write this guest post, and my wife and two boys are still sleeping upstairs.  It’s nearly three years to the day since I quit that restaurant job.  I’ve been gainfully employed for over two years, sold 33 articles to national publications in the last 12 months, and just released a book based upon the website mentioned above.  I’ve seen some muck-ridden, lowdown places, and am very candid about that in the book.  But do you want to know what Your Average Joe: Unplugged is really about?

Hope and promise, hope and promise, hope and promise.

Joseph Schneller served as a captain in the U.S. Marine Corps and holds a Psychology degree from Whitworth. He is an alumnus of the Christian Writers Guild. His publishing credits include Focus on the Family’s Thriving Family, Clubhouse, and Focus on the Family; LifeWay’s Stand Firm; and Walk Thru the Bible’s Indeed. He writes nonfiction and humor for adults, and fiction for children, youth, and adults. He and his wife, Kippi, live in Colorado with their two young boys.

Your Average Joe: Unplugged is his first book. You can visit Joseph Schneller’s website at www.josephschneller.com

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The Story Behind the Book is Literarily Speaking’s newest feature. Here we find out either the inspiration behind authors’ books or how they got published. Today’s guest is Hazel Statham, author of the Regency romance novel, My Dearest Friend.

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My Dearest Friend jpgMy Dearest Friend is the last book in the Dukes of Lear trilogy. Although all the books are related, they are stand alone novels and can be read in any order. Without realizing it, the trilogy started life over twenty-five years ago when I began to write Consequence, the first book. The idea for the beginning of My Dearest Friend originated from a dream and just grew. It was a classic case of listening to my characters and going wherever they took me. There was one point where I was taken completely by surprise when Sgt. Patterson marched on to the scene and announced that Stefan had an illegitimate daughter – totally unexpected, but added yet another element to enrich the story.

I allowed Jane and Robert’s relationship to evolve at its own pace and, hopefully, gave the reader an insight into its development. It is a very emotive story where emotions run high and again, it is something I hope my readers are able to engage with and clearly see the torment of my hero and heroine when their love is severely challenged and in jeopardy.

It does not follow any predesigned formula but a natural flow of events as we share the lives of my characters. I originally wrote the book with no thoughts of publication but was encouraged to submit to a publisher by a lecturer friend of mine who headed a writing group at the local college.

I didn’t set out to write a trilogy and Dominic, the middle book of the series, was actually written after My Dearest Friend. It just seemed natural to spend more time with the family and the three books chart the lives of the three Dukes of Lear from 1746 to 1812.

This popular book has had a very varied publishing career. It was originally contracted six years ago by All Romance Books but, due to the death of the owner, the company closed before it reached publication. It was then taken by Wings ePress and published as both an e-book and paperback until it went out of print fifteen months ago. It has now been re-released by Write Words as an e-book but will also be available as a paperback from December, 2011.

I am particularly fond of this book and hope my readers enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Hazel read her first Regency Romance, Regency Buck by Georgette Heyer, when she was seventeen and knew that at last she had found her era.Hazel Statham's photo

She had been writing since she was fifteen and had mainly been influenced by authors like Austen, the Brontes and Sabatini, but Georgette Heyer opened up the romance and elegance of the eighteen and nineteenth century and she fell head over heels in love with it.

She devoured her books in very quick succession and wanted nothing more than to recreate her own Regency world. History had always been her favorite subject at school and it was just one small step to portray it in her work.

However, despite today’s trend to produce ‘hotter’ novels, she writes ‘traditional’ Regency Romance and closes the door on her characters when they retire. So much emotion can be conveyed by a mere glance or a single word that she doesn’t feel it necessary to leave the metaphorical door open to convey the emotions of the moment. The merest hint is often sufficient to stimulate the reader’s imagination and to go into detail is totally unnecessary.

Hazel has been married to her husband since 1969 and they share their home with a lovely Labrador named Mollie. Apart from reading and writing historical novels, Hazel’s other ruling passion is animals and, until recently, she was treasurer for an organization that raised money for animal charities.

Hazel loves to hear from her readers and promises to answer all mail.

Visit her online at www.hazel-statham.co.uk

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The Story Behind the Book is Literarily Speaking’s newest feature. Here we find out either the inspiration behind authors’ books or how they got published. Today’s guest is Melanie Benjamin, author of the historical novel, The Autobiography of Mrs. Tom Thumb.

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Mrs. Tom Thumb coverI always tell aspiring writers that the most important thing they can do for their careers is read – and I have no better example of this than my newest novel, THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF MRS. TOM THUMB.
I was halfway through writing the book that was supposed to follow ALICE I HAVE BEEN when I decided I couldn’t continue with it. My heroine had become a total sap, sad to say; I was bored and frustrated with her and naturally, could only assume that the reader would be, too. But before I broke this news to my patient editor, I knew that I had to come up with a new subject, and maybe a chapter or two. Trying not to panic, I started paging through books and lists, and came upon the name “Lavinia Warren Stratton, AKA Mrs. Tom Thumb.”
“I know her,” I said to myself (I often talk to myself while searching for new ideas!). “I read about her, in RAGTIME.” Of course, E. L. Doctorow’s masterpiece of historical fiction is one of my favorite novels. I remembered that in it, Mrs. Tom Thumb had a brief scene with Harry Houdini; she had been feisty and interesting, even then. I started researching and found myself immediately entranced by her story and, most importantly, her voice. She left behind some written pages intended to be an autobiography and in them, she was so fiercely determined and ladylike, always – and yet there was something obviously hidden, as well. While she trumpeted her triumphs—her front-page wedding, her travels, her appearances before kings, queens, presidents and Mormons – she never mentioned any of her hardships. The great tragedy of her life was not detailed; nor was any frustration she must have felt at being a very little person in an America that was growing bigger by the year as the railroads expanded westward, a civil war erupted, and the Gilded Age ushered in an age of opulence and grand technological wonders. (The phonograph! The light bulb! The elevator!)
Ultimately, Vinnie’s story intrigued me for the same reasons the story of Alice Liddell intrigued me; they were both women who, while well known for their public images, cloaked their personal lives in mystery. Alice allowed Lewis Carroll to immortalize her for the ages as Alice in Wonderland; Vinnie allowed her great friend P.T. Barnum – a man who knew his way around a humbug! – to speak for her during her lifetime.
Just as I gave Alice her chance to set the record straight in ALICE I HAVE BEEN, now it’s time for Mercy Lavinia Warren Bump Stratton Magri to step back in her beloved spotlight once more. She tells her own story – and what a story it is! – in the pages of THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF MRS. TOM THUMB. I hope you will enjoy reading about her remarkable life as much as I enjoyed writing about it.Melanie
Meanwhile, I’m reading, still; always. I have to start a new novel soon. And while I never know where I’m going to find my inspiration, chances are it will be in the pages of a book!
Melanie Benjamin is a pseudonym for Melanie Hauser, the author of two contemporary novels. Her first work of historical fiction as Melanie Benjamin was Alice I Have Been. She lives in Chicago, where she is at work on her next historical novel. Visit Melanie online at http://melaniebenjamin.com/.

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The Story Behind the Book is Literarily Speaking’s newest feature. Here we find out either the inspiration behind authors’ books or how they got published. Today’s guest is Renee Hand, author of the children’s animal detective chapter book, Mineral Mischief, the second book in her award-winning Joe-Joe Nut and Biscuit Bill series.

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The idea for this story was simple and came to me easily. I’m an author who is all about education. I homeschool my children and always try to find ways to educate them and get them involved and interested in what they are learning, regardless of what it is. I have learned that if I show a passion for it, so do my children. My books being educational is important to me, so I wanted to make sure that whenever a child reads my books they will be learning something, not just be entertained. There are so many books out there that just entertain, I wanted to go beyond that. I wanted to make a connection with my readers and make the topic something that children will be learning about in school. Some children like rocks, some think their boring, and some love to collect them. This story appeals to every reader because I approach the topic of rocks and minerals from various angles. It’s not just my point of view, but various characters’ points of view. I include information about the rock cycle, various experiments, terminology, a ‘Did You Know’ section and much more. I also incorporate a discussion about bullying, which one of the characters is involved with. The character also finds a solution to this problem which all children can benefit from. The topic of rocks and minerals is interwoven in the mystery having the reader learn right along with the characters. Parents, librarians, teachers and children will love this series and the direction I’m taking it. The series is uniquely written and inspires children to look at rocks and minerals from a different perspective.  That is my goal in writing mysteries, it’s for the reader to look at things differently instead of rushing to a conclusion based upon what we see or know. We must learn all the facts before a decision can be made, and our personal feelings on the matter must be put aside in order to see the truth of the situation. In this case, regardless if the reader loves the topic of rocks and minerals or not, they will enjoy learning about various properties and myths that circulate around rocks and minerals. To learn what they can do and the process a particular rock or mineral undertook to be in their current form, can be appreciated. I took some great and interesting information to capture the reader’s attention. I hope everyone enjoys it.

Author Giveaway information:

Giveaway #1 is for those readers who comment on Renee’s blog stops during the tour. One comment per person, per blog, through the length of the tour. Giveaway #2 is for those who purchase a copy of Joe-Joe Nut and Biscuit Bill Adventures Case#2 Mineral Mischief, between June 1st  2011 and July 1st, 2011. Proof of purchase must be submitted to Renee via email at cdrahand@yahoo.com. If you prefer to mail or fax a copy of your proof of purchase, please contact Renee via email for that information. Additional rules and guidelines can be found at the end of this post.

GIVEAWAY #1 (for people who comment at every stop during the VBT)
An autographed copy of Case#2 Mineral Mischief
Earth Science Posters on identifying rocks and minerals
National Audubon Society Field Guide (800+ pages) of Rocks and Minerals
Retail value of Giveaway #1 is $60 (rounded to nearest dollar)
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GIVEAWAY #2 (for those who purchase a copy of Case# 2 Mineral Mischief between June 1st 2011 and June 1st, 2011)

An autographed copy of Case #1: The Great Pie Catastrophe
4 boxed sets of rock collections which include a box of each of: Igneous, Metamorphic, Sedimentary and Minerals. There are 12 specimens in each box. These learning sets are a great learning tool for kids to learn about various kinds of rocks and their properties.
Retail Value of Giveaway #2 is $100 (rounded to the nearest dollar)

Here are the rules and guidelines for these giveaways:
1) For Giveaway #1 you must leave a comment on the hosting blog and author’s blog with a working email address for the author to contact you if you win. Only the first comment with your working email address is used to determine eligibility (one comment, per blog). All comments will be checked and verified.
2) You must be a member of author’s blog and website at http://thecryptocapersseries.blogspot.com and www.reneeahand.com (This goes for entering both giveaways).
3) You are eligible to win Giveaway #2 if you purchase a copy of Case#2 Mineral Mischief between June 1st, 2011 and July 1st, 2011 and provide the author with proof of purchase via email, mail, or fax prior to July 1st, 2011. Case#2 is available through, Amazon, Barnesandnoble.com, and at various bookstores big and small, and various places on-line including author’s website. Kindle purchases of Renee’s books count towards this as well.
4) All giveaway winners will be selected using Random.org.
5) Prizes will be shipped via USPS with appropriate insurance.
6) Author, blog hosts, and tour group are not responsible for lost or damaged goods.
7)  The same person cannot win both giveaways.
Good luck to all who enter!

Renee Hand photoRenee Hand writes because it is a passion in her heart. She is a homeschool parent and likes to create books that educate and inspire the children of today. She was born in Michigan and still lives there with her husband and two children. She has a degree in Zoology with a minor in Chemistry. Renee is the author of the amazing mystery series known as the Crypto-Capers Series that encourages children to read by incorporating several topics of interest. The reader participates into the story by solving cryptograms and puzzles to solve the case. She is also the author of the Joe-Joe Nut and Biscuit Bill Series, which focuses on animal detectives. This series is a great way to teach children about animals in a fun and interesting way that captures the reader’s attention and yet fills them with knowledge they will be learning about in school. All books are great to use in a classroom setting to supplement various topics or to just enjoy. Renee is an award-winning author, receiving awards such as a Best Book Award, a National Literary Award and a Preferred Choice award for her children’s series and adult books. She has just recently won a Seal of Excellence award in Storytelling for her Joe-Joe Nut and Biscuit Bill Series. She has been writing for over twenty-five years and has nine books published. When she is not spending time with her family or participating in author events, she is coaching and playing tennis, as well as doing research for her books and many other things that keep her busy. Not quite sure what a cryptogram is and want to learn more?

Visit the author’s website at www.reneeahand.com to learn about cryptograms and how to solve the ones that are in the books. She also blogs at http://thecryptocapersseries.blogspot.com/

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