Taking The physical leap and put the book in print

I swore up and down that this would be an e-book done by myself.  All the blood, sweat, tears, glasses of wind, I didn’t think I was ready.  Now look me.  I am doing exactly different of my intentions.  Let me tell you why, first off.  I have had numerous requests for a physical book, because in all honesty what smells better than a new book?  No, this won’t be in bookstores yet, and I refuse to fill my garage filled with massive vanity published things.  I’m quite aware of how tough things are, especially in this economy, the marketing sucks.  I’m not sure how else to say that.  But for the who are interested in a physical copy will enjoy an addition to their bookshelf  or doorstop  whichever works for that person, right? I may run a promotion soon enough, we’ll see how things go when all this is said and done.  Cross fingers and make your decision, electronic or physical. Price over substance   I know that is a tough call.  More on this later.

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Old Friend….New Friends……The perfect storm

As I sit here and plan a few vacations (and where I’m getting the money) I can’t help but think about the topic. In the past few days things have really been going fast (although I could see book sales get a bit higher *ahem).  It is slowly becoming available at most of the e-stores. Seriously its not a heavy romance and no sparkles involved. Tell your friends and message me with their sales and I may throw in something for you for every few that buy. But shhhhhh.

NOW ONTO NOT THE BOOK

I am having a mini-reunion.  Not a big bunch but tickets in hand.  Vegas 🙂 Fun right?  I don’t gamble but I love the sights and the nightlife.And I get to see my old friend.  Vegas, a place were anything can happen.And my main worry?  Working on my laptop on the flight and finding a wifi spot to connect to my cloud.  Yes me, using technical terms.  I was gifted a cloud I doubt I will ever know what to do with but its there for me.

So those are the old friends.  My new friends?  Well I met them the last time I was in Vegas.  Awesome bunch of people.  Can’t wait.  I do hope my book sells more.  I would like to see some money come into that paycheck for me since it is my only job.

No matter how this all came about,the whole technology I’ve been bashing, or been cursing under my breath of change has done all of this.  Facebook, cell phones, online ticket purchase.  It is much easier.  But of course it NEVER EVER EVER stops there.  I’m telling you, I see a society so stuck like cyberman that it boggles my mind.  Or worse….the borg.  Which would you prefer?

I prefer to wait for that blue box and run away as fast as I can.

Rise of a Queen: The Vampire Realm

Book is available @ Amazon, Diesel, Kobo, Smashwords and soon to be many others.I started on goodreads if you are interested in checking that out. I’ve got so many books I need to review and read,

People have suggested a print copy but I’m not certain. If people aren’t buying as much of the ebook, print would be a waste don’t you think?

Even better news

Rise of a Queen (Vampire Realm) is now available @ Diesel / http://www.dieselbookstore.com/ebook/9781301069859

Kobo:

http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/Rise-of-a-Queen/book-bXRpziiknUaUY4S0SeowCQ/page1.html?s=t2A3b-VnYkCVG-2z9AiImA&r=1

News Update

Yes I do have to write every now and then about where my book is and when so I’m going to have at it.

Update February 24, 2013: The book has been shipped to Barnes & Noble, Apple iStore, Sony, Kobo, and Diesel.  It will only be a matter of time before it will be hitting all e-shelves possible.  Updates will be soon.

It is available now @ Amazon US and Amazon UK (much harder to find by name).  It is available anywhere Amazon kindle store is. Snatch it up and engulf in Tessa’s world and watch as each character’s life becomes embedded in hers.

3 choices in life…..version one million something

Doesn’t everybody have their own “slogan” when it comes to the 3 choices?  Its simple, easy to say, and most of the time needs no explaining.  But I’m not going to let anybody off easy with that.  I like to talk so this Lucy’s got some splainin’ to do and am quite happy to do so.

My personal one, and you can quote me if you dare to consider it. “There are three choices in life.  To exist, live, or wait.  My choice was simple; live fully and make the best of the time that I have.  If I do one ounce of good then I call my life, as a whole, a success.”

There’s the quote, so its simple right?  Easy on the eyes, gives you all the warm and fuzzies, and gives you the option that more than likely you are bound to choose. Our inner selves say, “Live, Live, Live.”  But our reality is, that’s not the way some people work.

  Now i will tell you right now, I do not have bad feelings toward any of these types of people.  So by no means am I laying blame, calling people out, or saying something completely offensive.  I am just giving my opinion on my decision and the way I deducted it.

We’ll start with the first one.  Existence, or to merely exist.  It’s a daily routine, or eat, sleep, work,  check our social media, maybe watch a little television, then rinse and repeat.  How many people do you know like that?  I know a few.  I wouldn’t call them boring by all means, but I call them placeholders.  We need every kind of person on this planet but we can’t all be the same cookie cutter kind of person.  No inspirations, no aspirations, nothing past ordinary.

I’m going to skip the second for now, because well that was my answer and how fun is the deductive part of my reasoning if I get straight to the answer. So onto the third.

Waiting.  What does that really mean? Why did I put waiting?  Definition: “To remain inactive or in a state of repose, as until something expected happens.” So am I saying people are literally standing around just waiting all the time?  Hardly.  I’m talking about always waiting for something that may or may not happen in the future. Start with something small like waiting for the bus, waiting for the plane to land, waiting till vacation begins. Always in a state of waiting.  Plans have been made, but they have been made for something in advance.  What happens when you give up the second to attend to the third more than anything?  For example, waiting to ask the girl/guy out on a date or even more extensive for a hand in marriage. Waiting is fine as long as it is followed by an action.  Some people are in constant wait, not even certain there will be an action, and sometimes use it as the perfect excuse to be the best procrastinator (of living life) there ever happened to be.  We could go a little further, like those waiting for the end of days of whatever their religion is, judgement day, the day one is reincarnated, the day one has been blessed with meeting their maker.  Their whole lives are spent in preparation for that they forget to take care of the second.  They go beyond existing, but their sole purpose is to exist for the end result.

Here we are at the 2nd.  Live, experience, flourish, learn, prosper, take pleasure in.  This is the area that I want to engulf myself in.  I know all too well, by personal experience, we all have a time stamp. So why not enjoy the day as it is?  Do what you’ve wanted to do in life today.  Not tomorrow as always pushing it off onto and not in the back of your mind because you live in the comfort zone.  If you can help someone, do it. If you want to learn how to paint, or knit, play music, do it.  See if that’s what might be enjoyable.  If you have a goal and it is to beat your top score in your favorite game, do it.  That is living, no matter what anybody else says.  I, myself, have hard days where I just want to stay in bed and go back to the first, stay grumpy and wave the world on.  When those days are over I emerge and try to enjoy the most simplest things in life.  Look at what I’ve done.  No matter what my sales are I have done what I have always wanted to do.  I have published a book that I had been writing for some time.  I stopped talking and I took action.  Blood, sweat, tears, and massive emotions went into that book and are continuing into the next one.  That is by choice and the end result brings my heart to a pitter patter of each change.  Because I DID something, and it was my dream. I did it with the strain of technology, that was obvious to everybody who followed me through the process.  

So it breaks down to those three.  It is simple, yet so complicated in the same way. I’m not saying there aren’t days where I don’t do all three.  My preference is the second one.  Why put off tomorrow with what you can do today? Ha, my procrastinating side is laughing at that one.  So even I get stuck in the waiting category from time to time.  But in the meanwhile I’m going to attempt to do the best I can and hope that it has made at least a small bit of difference in even a single person’s life.

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What’s In a Name?

“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.” – William Shakespeare

Why yes, I did quote Romeo & Juliet, a romantic tragedy. No worries, I’m not headed in that direction; I want to stay far away from anything with fifty shades or covers with bare chested men grasping a damsel in distress.

As I sit here finding every small reason NOT to work a little on the second in my series I begin to think, while I am doing said things.  I haven’t even given it a title.  Such a small thing I know.  Considering I realized too much content was written to be just one book, there wasn’t much of a need for anything as big as a virtual textbook and seriously, how fun are those?

So what’s in a name?  The Vampire Realm was it full original title.  When I split it up, Rise of a Queen was a long thought out choice but very obvious considering the reader follow Tessa’s growth from her past, rebirth  new responsibilities  unsure of herself, and then ultimately a strong, powerful, and most definitely vengeful being.  Along all that growth a glimpse of many an antagonist are brought about; also the ones that move through time, some make it to the next round.

If you haven’t read it, no worries, I won’t give away the big spoilers, what fun is that?  That being said, names are not spoilers.  The journey will still follow Tessa, but open up wider for Jason, Melinda, Emma, and especially Ariana. Each character with their own story that meld so finely with the others it is a continuous flow, and hopefully one that captures the heart or the reader.  The second book is like a second chapter in their lives.

That is where the problem will be. What to name the second book?  How would I give it a proper title without giving away learned events from the first one?  The name should take on a life of its own I should think.  Book two sounds so boring, when I gave the first one a title.

As I am giving myself a deadline of six months at the latest, I know I have plenty of time.  It’s even a minor thought at the moment; a pea in a soup, a splinter in a boat, etc… At this moment I need to worry more about how I’m going to give certain characters a grand demise, because you know that’s what I do.  Oddly, life and death are still prominent in the vampire AND human world.  Nobody is invincible. Or are they?  *wink, wink*

Gonna get a little personal up in here now.

All this talk of me being drug down into the dirt fighting off the social flies has got me tired. So, I’m going to turn the pages…..just a tad.

I’ve obviously come to love throwing this out there. I do promise you will never get a political or religious rant out of be because that’s not who I am.

So here’s ya go: A look inside a somewhat un-psychotic writer of Dark Fantasy. Is that even possible? We will see.  You be the judge.

So here it is.  I’m new to the game. Brand spanking baby on the bottom in the delivery room new.  I’m getting a little guidance on the way, and obviously still trying to fumble through the mass amounts of information that gets thrown in my way.  Do this, don’t do that, blah blah blah blah blah. Honestly I just want to tell you about my book, why I think you will like it and why you would want to buy it.  Its a stand alone, even though its in a series.  It is a span of time, so no cliffhangers.

Oh yeah. Me :D:D:D:D

I was born in Oxford, US to two military parents. We moved around a lot, they divorced. Drama, drama,drama, blah blah blah. Honestly I don’t talk about me much. I have the gift of gab but most of it really doesn’t amount to anything persona.  As you have made the assumption by my simple profile picture, I walk to the beat of a different drummer. I buck the system of the world and go wild and crazy with my hair choices and a hidden nose ring up in there somewhere. yep, I’m pierced. Not where all the girls do because the regret of a naval ring exploding during pregnancy (not to mention that tattoo) omg its horendous.  

As mentioned before I love books, music, movies and video games.  I mentioned my books, the music matters only if it is the disturbance of country making my ears bleed.  Sorry, thats the way it goes.  But people love me anyway.  I’m told I’m the life of the party, well that is to be determined because I don’t get to do that too much.  I spend a lot of time being a recluse between writing and killing alien species on another planet (Dead Space 3 rocks by the way) or straight up zombie boobs.  I’m exploring some retro games as we speak also.  I love horror movies, especially if thy don’t come with a plot I can easily figure out.  Maybe its the life of a writer, always trying to figure out the twists and turns.

My goal is not to be a famous writer, I’ve come to that conclusion.  But I do want people to enjoy what I have written to share.  My ultimate goal is for the reader to see what I saw, felt what I felt, live every moment as I did through the pages turning in my mind and into the crazy PC format I am disliking each and every day.

Actually my current goal is to help pay bills. Simple.  My step up goal is to meet up with friends I haven’t seen in 21 years (Junior high, overseas so don’t get your knickers twisted).  I know its not much to ask but plane tickets are expensive as hell, you know?  Kindle is obviously sticking the indie’s in the back, I had to help navigate a friend to the one in the UK and it completely different.  It seems as though you have to put The Vampire Realm with it.  Crazy. And my genre’s aren’t what I wanted but its what they offered, so meh.  I’m watching the clock as I’m waiting for distribution to the other big chains.  At that point I’m hoping I will get a little more notice.  But people, if you would like to point me in the right direction or lead me somewhere, then by all means get it.  Even message me if you can.  No biggie.  I’m real and I don’t bite…..not this time.

 

What a fickle pickle people are these days

I see it every day.  Again, maybe its just because everything is in your face.  And I mean constantly.  The only thing I prefer to see in my face constantly is my cup of coffee.  Or I call it my survival juice after a long night of writing. 

I’m not even sure its a generation thing, although it seems like such. I see it some in my parent’s generation and I see it in all of them following.  We’re use to it.  We are so used to it we don’t think otherwise, actually.  If someone had told me that a cell phone seemed a necessity when I first got one as luxury (yeah I passed up the beeper during its rage, but that was more on the lines of strict parenting) I would have been snarky.  Look at us now.

I do not use the world fickle lightly, and I will not use the word ADD (Not ADHD whole other ball game) lightly either but good grief it is both.  If something is not IN YOUR FACE all the time then your mind wanders away from it.  I call it the Sparkly Syndrome.  I admit I have the S.S. but with actual sparkles.  Maybe its a childhood thing, I don’t know.  But that’s a minor distraction.  What I’m talking about is that things have been made where images are flashed are you constantly, sounds are thrown in your way, and always looking for the next best thing is the norm.  We do what our friends do, we do what we can’t afford so that we we can keep up  (as a people, not me specifically because I truly am the starving artist).  I honestly cannot keep up.  I’m not saying I’m humble, although I kind of think I run in that spectrum.  And that is where the disconnect happens.

I can’t keep up with the Sparkly Syndrome and keep my marketing in everyone’s face 24-7.  It is just NOT possible.  I tire of it.  I can’t afford someone to do if for me, so here I am.  Stuck in the middle.  I think I have a great novel on the market, or at least of medium quality at its worst. Yes I kind of mess around with the Point of View, but hey that’s who I am, I’m a writer not an English professor.  It’s a minor thing.  But the important thing is…..marketing and money.  What in the word does someone do?  Subliminal messages? I’d be on board if we could find a way to get this done with zero dollars down.  Oddly the website was started as a necessary.  The blog was suggested but I have found it’s a way to be therapeutic and maybe speak to someone who either understands or can enlighten me.  Please enlighten me. I can only put so many things up on Facebook, or on twitter, or on…..where else are things? Oh good grief I have a list I go down daily.  There is going to be a time when someone is going to seriously tell me to piss off, but then forget about me at the same time.  How fun is that?  Water slide and spash at the point, stick the hands up and go weeeeeeee

I know there was a book that I had read a while back, it was old by the time I read it, and I am now killing my brain thinking of it.  But I will also say there was a star trek (I think TNG but maybe Voyager, I watched them all) episode that dealt with the same situation.  The book was about how technology and all that quick switching of constant media and the way they watched things and interacted made it possible where they didn’t even need human contact.  Can you believe it?  Although being in a room full of people gives me anxiety enough as it is, I at least have that option. I could not imagine not seeing someone or touching them, or even sharing a round of my alcoholic drink of choice and dancing my cares away in the dark sticky floored clubs packed all together like sardines.  Is all that where we are headed though? I shiver at the thought.  

A favorite novel of mine touches upon the subject a little I think.  Dystopic maybe, but if someone has not picked up Fahrenheit 451, do it now!!! If not for the pure enjoyment of the book, but of the glimpses of today’s society that we already see, or that we are headed for.  *shivers*  It’s funny that Ray Bradbury seems to be most famous for that novel, although his other science fiction ones were pretty interesting too.  I’m quite certain there is a cult following surrounding it.  He considers that a minor thing in his writing career, and that is him being humble.  That book was thrust into my hand from my tenth grade literature teacher and I thank him each day for it.  It was MY Grapes of Wrath or To Kill a Mockingbird.  I’m not even sure Bradbury meant to do it but the foreshadowing in it is phenomenal.  

So that’s it.  Fickle pickle people.  Now the question remains, how do we get around it without truly succumbing to the beckoning of being like everyone else? How do we utilize those tool to get what we need done?  I don’t have a clue, I suppose I’m just pointing out the obvious.  I have no answers, I have plenty of opinions, but opinions are like……..noses, yeah I’ll go with that….everyone has one.  Then they move onto the next thing.  When someone can get a person to fixate on one thing for longer than a second let me in on that.  Because let’s see how much I can do of that marketing thing before I finally just explode and fall down broken from the over-clocking.  It’s my 88, one I hit 89 or 90 its over with, its done.  No back to the future, just a car that jumps around and sputters and becomes useless.