Sunday, December 15, 2013

Skyrocketing Ranking: Dancing at Number 3!

Here it is!  NUMBER 3!  (Wrong genre, but who cares?)


For my novel:




Yaaaaaaay!!!!! Love those promo days! Best Sellers!  Best Sellers!  Best Sellers!  Go, Zanalon!!!!

Thursday, December 12, 2013

Review: In the Arms of the Dark Elf by Willow Nonea Rae




Three Stars

As a long-time fan of Drizzt Do'Urden and all of the R.A. Salvatore books, I was drawn to the concept of the dark elf romance, but this novel needs a little work. I found it hard to keep reading and I had to keep putting it down. It just didn't draw me in and make me care about the characters.

I do editing professionally so it's work for me to go into detail, just suffice it to say that it's probably a level three edit at the very least. (With 1 being proofreading and 4 being developmental editing). I don't want to discourage this writer; the story has great potential, and I'd love to see her develop it.

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Legends, Lies, and the Harsh Truth

I recently found a story making the rounds that purported to show why socialism doesn't work, so I tracked it back to Snopes, where it was found to be simply a legend, not fact:

College Socialism Experiment

Now, I'd like to recreate the second story...

A young woman was about to finish her first year of college. Like so many others her age, she considered herself to be a very conservative Republican, on her way up the social ladder and beholden to no one.

She was deeply ashamed that her father was a rather staunch Democrat, a feeling she openly expressed. Based on the lectures that she had participated in, and the occasional chat with a professor, she felt that her father was foolishly allowing himself to be taken advantage of by lazy people, usually, but of course not always (God forbid anyone would call her racist!) people of color.

One day she was challenging her father on his support of higher taxes on the rich and the addition of more government welfare programs. The self-professed objectivity proclaimed by her professors had to be the truth and she indicated so to her father. He responded by asking how she was doing in school.

Taken aback, she answered rather haughtily that she had a 4.0 GPA, and let him know that it was tough to maintain, insisting that she was taking a very difficult course load and was constantly studying, which left her no time to go out and party like some of the other students who had wealthier families and careers guaranteed to be waiting for them. She didn't even have time for her boyfriend, Tory, and didn't really have many college friends because she spent all her time studying.

Her father listened and then asked, "How is your boyfriend, Tory, doing?" She frowned and replied, "I haven't seen Tory much this semester. I think he's going to have to drop out. His family is burdened by medical bills because, you know, one of his brothers is severely autistic and the other was born with cerebral palsy because his umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck.  The doctor should have done a Caesarian, but he put the decision on the mother without telling her how critical the baby was, so he was born with severe brain damage. They never were able to prove that the doctor was completely at fault, and... well, it's been really hard on his family. His father got turned down for financial aid, after the banks stopped loaning money, and can't co-sign for him. He's got three years of student loans hanging over him... He's really smart, but he's suffering from some depression because of all this and his grade point is suffering. It's down to 2.0… He won't be able to keep his scholarship. It doesn't look good for him..."

Her wise father asked his daughter, "Why don't you go to the Dean's office and ask him to deduct a 1.0 off your GPA and give it to Tory? Then he can keep his scholarship and stay in school, too. You'll both have a 3.0 GPA. That's not so bad, is it, considering how much you love him?"

His daughter bit her lip and bowed her head. "I worked so hard for that 4.0..." Then she looked up at her father and her eyes shone with love. "... but, you know, it would be worth it to see Tory's smile! I wish I really could do that. I probably should spend more time with him and make some friends, actually. Life isn't just about money and career, after all..."

Her father slowly smiled, winked and said gently, "I don't think I've ever been more proud to see your grade point drop. Welcome to the Democratic party."

The part of this story that is true is the description of Tory. That's his real name. He's my son. Unfortunately, the happy ending is a fiction.  We can't share GPAs, even if he had someone in his life who loved him enough to help that way, and had the resources. He did have to drop out, and now he's stuck with three years of student loans, no degree, and no job.

This happened to him in January, 2009 -- remember the banks stopped loaning money in October, 2008, under Bush's watch?

Sorry to be a kill joy. This is the truth, in corporate America, where money rules and love …

Love? What's that, again?



A young woman was about to finish her first year of college. Like so many others her age, she considered herself to be a very liberal Democrat, and was very much in favor of the redistribution of wealth.

She was deeply ashamed that her father was a rather staunch Republican, a feeling she openly expressed. Based on the lectures that she had participated in, and the occasional chat with a professor, she felt that her father had for years harbored an evil, selfish desire to keep what he thought should be his.

One day she was challenging her father on his opposition to higher taxes on the rich and the addition of more government welfare programs. The self-professed objectivity proclaimed by her professors had to be the truth and she indicated so to her father. He responded by asking how she was doing in school.

Taken aback, she answered rather haughtily that she had a 4.0 GPA, and let him know that it was tough to maintain, insisting that she was
taking a very difficult course load and was constantly studying, which left her no time to go out and party like other people she knew. She didn't even have time for a boyfriend, and didn't really have many college friends because she spent all her time studying.

Her father listened and then asked, "How is your friend Audrey doing ?" She replied, "Audrey is barely getting by. All she takes are easy classes, she never studies, and she barely has a 2.0 GPA. She is so popular on campus; college for her is a blast. She's always invited to all the parties, and lots of times she doesn't even show up for classes because she's too hung over."

Her wise father asked his daughter, "Why don't you go to the Dean's office and ask him to deduct a 1.0 off your GPA and give it to your friend who only has a 2.0. That way you will both have a 3.0 GPA and certainly that would be a fair and equal distribution of GPA." The daughter, visibly shocked by her father's suggestion, angrily fired back, "That wouldn't be fair! I have worked really hard for my grades! I've invested a lot of time, and a lot of hard work! Audrey has done next to nothing toward her degree. She played while I worked my tail off!"

The father slowly smiled, winked and said gently, " Welcome to the Republican party."
Read more at http://www.snopes.com/college/exam/socialism.asp#wh3GbtJIcaOZV6p9.99
A young woman was about to finish her first year of college. Like so many others her age, she considered herself to be a very liberal Democrat, and was very much in favor of the redistribution of wealth.

She was deeply ashamed that her father was a rather staunch Republican, a feeling she openly expressed. Based on the lectures that she had participated in, and the occasional chat with a professor, she felt that her father had for years harbored an evil, selfish desire to keep what he thought should be his.

One day she was challenging her father on his opposition to higher taxes on the rich and the addition of more government welfare programs. The self-professed objectivity proclaimed by her professors had to be the truth and she indicated so to her father. He responded by asking how she was doing in school.

Taken aback, she answered rather haughtily that she had a 4.0 GPA, and let him know that it was tough to maintain, insisting that she was
taking a very difficult course load and was constantly studying, which left her no time to go out and party like other people she knew. She didn't even have time for a boyfriend, and didn't really have many college friends because she spent all her time studying.

Her father listened and then asked, "How is your friend Audrey doing ?" She replied, "Audrey is barely getting by. All she takes are easy classes, she never studies, and she barely has a 2.0 GPA. She is so popular on campus; college for her is a blast. She's always invited to all the parties, and lots of times she doesn't even show up for classes because she's too hung over."

Her wise father asked his daughter, "Why don't you go to the Dean's office and ask him to deduct a 1.0 off your GPA and give it to your friend who only has a 2.0. That way you will both have a 3.0 GPA and certainly that would be a fair and equal distribution of GPA." The daughter, visibly shocked by her father's suggestion, angrily fired back, "That wouldn't be fair! I have worked really hard for my grades! I've invested a lot of time, and a lot of hard work! Audrey has done next to nothing toward her degree. She played while I worked my tail off!"

The father slowly smiled, winked and said gently, " Welcome to the Republican party."
Read more at http://www.snopes.com/college/exam/socialism.asp#wh3GbtJIcaOZV6p9.99


CLASSROOM SOCIALISM

Is this man truly a genius?

An economics professor at a local college made a statement that he had never failed a single student before but had recently failed an entire class. That class had insisted that Obama's socialism worked and that no one would be poor and no one would be rich, a great equalizer.

The professor then said, "OK, we will have an experiment in this class on Obama's plan". All grades will be averaged and everyone will receive the same grade so no one will fail and no one will receive an “A”.... (substituting grades for dollars - something closer to home and more readily understood by all).

After the first test, the grades were averaged and everyone got a “B”. The students who studied hard were upset and the students who studied little were happy.

As the second test rolled around, the students who studied little had studied even less and the ones who studied hard decided they wanted a free ride too so they studied little. The second test average was a “D”! No one was happy.

When the 3rd test rolled around, the new average was an “F”.

As the tests proceeded, the scores never increased as bickering, blame and name-calling all resulted in hard feelings and no one would study for the benefit of anyone else.

To their great surprise, ALL FAILED and the professor told them that socialism would also ultimately fail because when the reward is great, the effort to succeed is great, but when government takes all the reward away, no one will try or want to succeed.

Human nature will always cause socialism's style of government to fail because the world has producers and non-producers (makers and takers).

It could not be any simpler than that.
Read more at http://www.snopes.com/college/exam/socialism.asp#zcqWQWRTT6KicIjg.99
CLASSROOM SOCIALISM

Is this man truly a genius?

An economics professor at a local college made a statement that he had never failed a single student before but had recently failed an entire class. That class had insisted that Obama's socialism worked and that no one would be poor and no one would be rich, a great equalizer.

The professor then said, "OK, we will have an experiment in this class on Obama's plan". All grades will be averaged and everyone will receive the same grade so no one will fail and no one will receive an “A”.... (substituting grades for dollars - something closer to home and more readily understood by all).

After the first test, the grades were averaged and everyone got a “B”. The students who studied hard were upset and the students who studied little were happy.

As the second test rolled around, the students who studied little had studied even less and the ones who studied hard decided they wanted a free ride too so they studied little. The second test average was a “D”! No one was happy.

When the 3rd test rolled around, the new average was an “F”.

As the tests proceeded, the scores never increased as bickering, blame and name-calling all resulted in hard feelings and no one would study for the benefit of anyone else.

To their great surprise, ALL FAILED and the professor told them that socialism would also ultimately fail because when the reward is great, the effort to succeed is great, but when government takes all the reward away, no one will try or want to succeed.

Human nature will always cause socialism's style of government to fail because the world has producers and non-producers (makers and takers).

It could not be any simpler than that.
Read more at http://www.snopes.com/college/exam/socialism.asp#zcqWQWRTT6KicIjg.99

Saturday, November 23, 2013

Testing, testing... Oh, FU!

7:39 a.m. and I'm going to sit down and write an article about writing for Freelancer sites and bidding on them. I need to know how long it takes to write an article about a subject I am familiar with, and what I would actually be getting paid per hour to write 500 word articles for $1 to $3, which seems to be the going rate. So, this is basically a test as well as an information article. This is... let's see … 82 words so far.

So, the problem I'm having with the freelancer sites is that, as I've told many people, talented, English-speaking writers are being forced to bid against ESL (English Second Language) writers who run into the room and yell, "I'll do that for $2 and a scrap of bread!" on a $2,000 project. Not good.

I feel for these people, usually from third world countries where they are practically starving, but this is bringing everyone down to the level of pay of the most desperate. I've been thinking about starting a global writer's guild. That's the only way to get the rates up for everyone.

OK, this is now, let's see...196 words.

So, I've worked on Freelancer dot com and I've made a total of $660 after fees. I think that was after fees? Anyway, that was doing work at a tenth of the recommended fee schedule of the Editorial Association of America. I've checked out other writing sites, like DoNanza and Elance, and they seem to be pretty much the same – projects are going out on budgets of $250 tops which should be paying $2500. Sad, but there it is.

I really wonder if there is a way to correct this situation. I see people with degrees from Universities and years of experience bidding on these pitifully paid projects. Say that three times fast. No, don't.

So, here I am writing on a subject that I am knowledgeable about – writing. And it's taken me, let's see, until 7:50 am to get this far. This far is: 342 words.

My son refuses to work on these sites because of the low bidder factor. He has no experience, so he'd be working for pennies just to build his reputation. I'm trying to get him some projects, but I really have to push. I even put up a work project especially for him. And he wouldn't take it, at the time. So, what next?

How do I start a writer's union? I was thinking of starting one, a little tongue-in-cheek, called Freelancer's Union (note the acronym FU) Yes, I meant that. FU. Something for those people who want to make writers into slaves to think about.

And this is, what...? 453 words, 7:56 am.

So, fifty words to go... Let's see, what else can I throw in here, just to fill the page and get my timing test done? See, normally, writing an article would include some research, so this is an optimistic estimate of my work value. I can't normally write this fast, off the top of my head.

And this is... 516 words. 7:58 am.
58
-39
19 minutes

Which means, if I slam three articles off an hour (really?) I'd make from $3 to $9 an hour. Yes, we need an FU. A rousing FU!

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Reaching

I haven't done a blog here in a while, but I feel like I should get some things out of my heart and off my chest. Maybe it will help me get past this dry streak.

I've been fighting some depression, isolating. I like to call it a "chrysalis time" when I'm giving myself a break, but it doesn't really feel like it this time. I'm not sure I'm going to come out of this a butterfly.

My favorite DJ, on my favorite radio station, is Brant Hanson. Whenever I feel down, I can always count on him and Sherry to make me laugh, or just get my mind off my problems and on to caring for others. He is so incredibly honest about his perceived shortcomings – I say "perceived" because he always manages to give them to God, and God makes them a strength. And he can make fun of himself.

The down side of going to Brant for a lift, is then I compare myself to him. He has a beautiful, supportive wife, a great job fulfilling a wonderful purpose, helping millions of people. I've managed to help a few people here and there, but …

But...

I'm just feeling like I have a long way to go, and I'm going to have to do it alone. I know God is with me, but I want Him with me in form. I'm tired of being alone. All the "successful" people seem to have a mate standing by them, supporting them, encouraging them. I'm tired. And I know saying this makes me even less attractive as a mate. My sister mentioned recently that a lot of men "don't think about what they're bringing to the table," in a relationship. So I guess I'm realizing that I don't have much to offer when I'm in this place, emotionally, physically, spiritually.

I've already given everything I have to help others. What I didn't give, was taken from me.

Do I have anything to offer? I think I'm a talented writer, but... I've been watching Supernatural, and The Vampire Diaries, and Arrow, and Revolution... I would LOVE to be on one of those writing teams.

I ask myself: could I come up with stories like that? Not by myself, probably. But that's the point: they have a writing TEAM.

I don't even want to think about what this next year is going to hold for me. I've actually found myself holding back from getting too involved in story lines for my characters because I don't want to let my roleplay partners down AGAIN when I lose... if I lose... I can't even say it.

So, I want to be like Brant, here. I want to be honest. I'm having a hard time. I can't do this alone. I'm tired. I can't help anyone when I'm needing help myself.

Brant is a DJ on a Christian station, so he always leads everything back to the love of God. I know that love, but there are times when I feel so far from Him. So tired I can't even reach up to Him. Today is one of those days. Or maybe, it was, because I guess I'm reaching now.



Saturday, October 5, 2013

Smoting Fox News

Not all Democrats are Godless liberals.  Take this true story as testament to that.

A certain minister, whose greatest desire was to be like Christ and travel the world doing healing work, was in a little town in Georgia, just outside of Savannah, back in the early months of 2012.  She was a staunch Democrat, believing that our "government of, by, and for the people" should also demonstrate Christ's love by caring for the poor and the sick.

Since she had joined in a boycott on Fox News, the mouthpiece of the GOP, when she went into a certain McDonald's and saw that there were two TV sets on Fox News and Fox Business, she asked the woman behind the counter to either turn the station or turn them off.

"They only get two stations, and I ain't touching them!" the woman responded, horrified that she would lose her job for this.

"Well, if you can't turn off Fox, then I can't buy anything here," the minister responded calmly.

For several months after that, she would come in when the little local coffee shop was closed and use the Wi-Fi there, but she faithfully refused to purchase anything.  She was always friendly and polite to everyone, sharing what enlightenment she could. Beside her on the table was a picture of Christ -- the one where He is walking through the door after his resurrection with white and red light shining from His heart -- displayed on the table beside her.

Occasionally she would mention to the employees why she was not buying anything there, until one day she had to talk to the manager when the wi-fi wasn't working.  She told him that she was boycotting Fox News and asked him to change the channel, which had never been on anything but Fox and Fox Business for the entire time she had been frequenting the restaurant.

"Oh, I think it gets MSNBC and CNN and several channels," he lied.  And then he hemmed and hawed and the channel being changed was not an option, somehow.  "My boss owns twelve stores," he explained, as if that would impress her and convince her to break her boycott.  She just stood there smiling and nodding, and walked away.

The next day, when she came in, she was surprised to find that the TVs were off.  "Oh, you did it!" she said to one of the counter staff, "You turned off Fox!"

"Oh, no -- the satellite was struck by lightning," the man responded.

The minister laughed out loud and sat down to write the manager a note.  On the back of the now worn picture of Christ (she carried several, to give away when directed by Spirit) she wrote this message:

"Your boss may own 12 stores, but MY boss owns the Universe, and HE said, 'Turn off Fox!'"

And just so Snopes will know this story can actually be verified, I will tell you how she signed the message:

Reverend Sarah S. Ray


Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Stripping

It seems that there are times in life when "things" are stripped away.  I haven't lost anyone in my family to death, thank God -- I mention this because one of my posts on another blog was about my father having a diabetic seizure, and he's fine now -- I've just lost a little thing in my life when it comes to my writing and reviewing routine.  I haven't been reading new novels on my Kindle, because it's been destroyed.

Very strange, how it happened.  I knew I saw it on the table last, and I thought for several days that I had lost it.  So I pulled a little family joke on my roommate.  I said, "Whenever someone loses something in my family, we know the sure way to find it again is to accuse someone of stealing it.  So ...  Why in the world did you steal my Kindle, Danny?"

We both laughed, and sure enough it worked, but in a weird way.  The next day, she walked out the door and found my Kindle outside on the concrete.

Someone actually HAD stolen it.  It was beaten up and frozen, so they returned it, useless.  How nice.

So, although I CAN read the novels I download on my computer, it's really just not as comfortable, so I just haven't been doing it.  My reviewer ranking is suffering, although once I quit reviewing for several months and my ranking went UP several thousand ranks.  Who knew?

I didn't want this post to be too depressing, but since it's about accepting loss, even though I was only talking about material loss, which is trivial, I have to add a prayer for a friend who made her transition last week.  Yes, I didn't lose a family member, but I did say goodbye to a sister in Christ. Rest In Peace, Patty.  You lived like the little sign on the bar wall that goes something like this: "Life isn't about making it to the grave in a nice, well-kept, shiny body. It's about skidding in sideways, totally worn-out, whooping, "Yeah!  What a ride!"

And for those of you out there who are disappointed that this blog isn't actually about doing strip-tease, well, here, I'll give you a little feather boa tickle.  Surprise!  I used to be a stripper in my 20's -- you missed it!  It was a classy place, kind of like the good place in "Flashdance," and I didn't do sleaze.  It actually had some spiritual value for me.

But no more, that part of my life has long since been stripped away, and the Spirit remains.  I'm looking forward to the next surprise Life has in store, and remembering fondly friends who have left us behind, to sneak behind the veil ...

Thursday, July 25, 2013

The Meaning of Life

I was just browsing over at Wordpress and saw a funny little intro to one of the blogs.

Writer: seeks meaning of life and possibly cheese. Will settle for baby bell, cheddar and moments of minor epiphany.

 Cute.

So I thought I'd share a little story I made up -- kind of a metaphysical joke.

Once there was a wealthy man who had lived his life so far quite well, had all his material needs satisfied, his health, a beautiful wife and successful kids, and yet he began to feel restless and empty.  He found himself staring at the ceiling at night, wondering, "Is this all there is?"

So he set off to find that "something more."  Years went by as he traveled the world, never finding anything that completely satisfied that emptiness inside, until he came to a little village in the wilds of Tibet.  There, he mentioned his quest to a shopkeeper, and was told that there was a wise man who lived up on the mountain who could help him.  But, he was cautioned, the wise man valued his silence and his solitude, and would only speak once. 

So the wealthy seeker set off up the mountain, struggling through wind and snow, and after several days trek, he made it to the summit.  There the air was still and clear and the wise man sat in silence.

The wealthy man bowed before the wise man and posed his question.  "What is the meaning of life?"

The wise man looked at him and smiled. 

"Mine or yours?" he said, and turned back to his contemplation.


Friday, July 19, 2013

Blogging Day -- My Fan Fic Fixation

Today's my blogging day.

I have a blog over at Wordpress, too.  I like it there because it gives me more flexibility on my graphics than I've been able to manage here.  See what YOU think...

Runaway Rakhanar

I"m keeping my fingers crossed that SOE will sell their license to Kindle Worlds to publish fan fiction!

In keeping with my "First Times" theme, this post is actually about a first time for Rakhanar, my young runaway berserker.

Review: Walker by Michael Langlois




I enjoyed this novel very much! The concept was intriguing from the very beginning, the characters unique and interesting, the world settings nicely detailed. This writer knows how to grab his reader by the lapels from the first page, too!

The main character is a likeable man, wonderfully blunt, with hard-core integrity. He loves his mother! I love this man. We need more men like this in real life.

One thing I'd like to have seen a little more of was a bit more romance. I know it's a science fiction novel, but I've seen other authors go there, so why not? I think there was room for it, and there seems to be some set up for it. Maybe in the next book?

No spoilers, but some of the scenes that set up the danger that he was facing were so intense I felt them in my gut. Ugh. I liked that the author did come to a resolution, yet still left room for a series with this character.
Good story! I want to see more from this author.

I gave it four stars.

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Embracing Zero: First Time Author Tips

I'm accepting that my sales rank has fallen into the death zone at the moment, but I'm alright with that.  I'm in the middle of a rewrite, and I've learned a lot from this first fumbling flight and gooney bird landing.  I didn't do so bad, so I'm sure the rewrite of my first novel and completed trilogy will be a success.  So, it's back to writing.  All good.

The other authors on the Amazon forums have given me the necessary perspective and some wonderful advice. They say 13 reviews is good, the cover looks great, and they've helped me perfect my teaser.  I also learned that I have to fill out my author page FOR EACH COUNTRY.  Big tip, there.

I've learned a lot from this first time experience as an author so far, and I'll happily pass along any new info along the way.

First, the DON'Ts:

  • Don't get sick.

  • Don't get sick and disappear for years from public view.  People are busy.  They WILL forget you. So ...

  • Don't expect people to come hunting for you to find out if you're alright, especially if the only contact info you have that has remained constant is your e-mail.  Only the most loyal will do that.

  • Don't get distracted by inappropriate relationships with men (or women). (Ha.  Yeah, I've REALLY learned that one. I'm being sarcastic.  I'll probably do that one again. But I hope not, the key word is "inappropriate.") 


  • Don't take advice from people you don't want to be like.  For example, the guy next to you in the soup kitchen isn't the best choice for financial advisor. He may be very wise and a great mentor for the School of Hard Knocks, but the best advice he can give you when it comes to manifesting abundance is probably a rehash of  "sour grapes" that you've heard before. 

  • Don't let those same people drag you down.


  • Don't get discouraged at every downturn.  It will pass.  Stay centered.  Enjoy the highs, learn from and remedy the lows on your rankings and reviews.  

I'll share some DO's next time.  A final DON'T - don't forget to take care of yourself!  Go ride your bike, walk, go swimming, go hiking.  Like I'm about to do!






Sunday, July 14, 2013

New Clothes for my Blog!

I got bored with my old look, so I went underwater!  I might not be able to get a new wardrobe, but who says my blog can't get a makeover?

Thursday, July 4, 2013

Marketing is Hilarious! Who Knew?

I just had to pass this on -- laughing like a maniac and scaring my neighbors from this!

The Bloggess

OK, that's just her general link, and now I can't find the particular post that had me in stitches, so here's another link that has tears rolling down my face because I'm laughing so hard!

There’s probably a typo in here. Possibly several.

 I found it!

Marketing done right.



Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Review: A Stranger's Touch

I stuck this in my post about my son, but the preview looked kind of odd.  Here I am talking about my son visiting and this sexy cover art pops up in the post, titled "A Stranger's Touch."  Yeah.  Too weird.

So here's the link to my Goodreads review, and to Amazon.



A Stranger's TouchA Stranger's Touch by Roxy Boroughs

My rating: 4 of 5 stars






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Review: Jackaroo by Cynthia Voigt



This book was recommended by a friend who is starting a local book club with me.  I read it in hardback, unlike most of the books I read lately, on my Kindle.

My impression of it was definitely thrown off by the cover and the name.  My edition is the old cover, and I thought it might be a story about a Puritan-like community.  I was far from the mark.

It does have a somewhat slow start as it builds the weight of this world, the poverty and despair of the people who so desperately need a flicker of hope.  I never would have guessed that hope would come in the form it did.  The plot builds slowly like a steady drumbeat until the actions of the main character are inexorably set by her character and heart for the people, a quiet, unconditional love that sacrifices without recognition or return. 

The author’s voice is strong and memorable.  One phrase sticks out in my memory, so concise yet holding so much, describing Burl. “He was nineteen, and his heart, which broke for Rose, seemed to be healing. Burl could never have spoken for Rose.”  Just that simple, “his heart, which broke for Rose,” spoke volumes that other writers might struggle for pages to say as well.

In spite of this captivating start in her description of Burl, he seemed to fade into the background.  That was appropriate for his quiet, strong character, I suppose.  Still, I would have thought that the main character, Gwyn, would have been a little more aware of him.  I caught the one clue, the standard that she set for herself that she apparently missed, but because she missed it, I actually dropped that line of thought as an option.  I was not aware that I was reading a young adult’s novel, and I made some assumptions about her from that point that probably would not occur in this imprint.  I can’t be more specific without dropping spoilers.  The ending was a definite surprise.

I caught a couple of typos, “too” for “to,” a dropped letter or two, disappointing in a hardback from an imprint of Simon & Schuster, but too minor to distract from the story.

I really enjoyed this story, though my own writing leans to a faster style and break-from-the-gate beginnings.  Well written and engaging, once you get past that slow start.  And I definitely recommend you get past that!

Offering a link here, but this is not the same cover I have with my older version.




Saturday, June 29, 2013

Kindle Lover!

Some of my friends are die-hard book lovers, but others have fallen in love with e-book readers, as I have.  There's nothing like having an entire library at my fingertips at the push of a button.  I have the old style Kindle, not the Kindle Fire, which is backlit. I have to read with a light on and I fall asleep that way sometimes, so really I think I'd love to get a Kindle Fire someday.

This is what I have:



And this is what I have on my Wish List!



So, yes, I am actively trying to convert my paper book addicted friends to Kindle.  Hey, I grew up downwind from a paper mill -- not a pleasant experience!  I'd say "let's save trees," but I'm aware that's not really what happens. Reducing the need for virgin timber just means tree farm owners go out of business and sell their land to developers, unless you allow the government to step in and usher the sale over to a conservatory group.

But, I digress ...

 In spite of the fact that it doesn't really save trees the way things are now, I still think cutting down the need for stinky paper mills is a winner, don't you?

Some of my friends are waiting for me to print out my manuscript before they will read it, or go into print with CreateSpace.  I'm planning to go with the second plan, as it is actually much cheaper to print a book on CreateSpace than it is to go to Staples and print out my manuscript in loose leaf, but I'd still like to see my friends get Kindles.  I've been an e-book reader fan since the Bookman had its inglorious debut and death. So, c'mon!  Get with it!  Light a fire under your ... um... well, I mean, get a Kindle!

Friday, June 28, 2013

Kindle Lights a Creative Fire for Fan Fiction!

Wow!  I just got an e-mail from Amazon about Kindle Worlds -- they are now licensing and promoting fan fiction!

I don't see anything for Everquest 2, yet, but I'm keeping my fingers crossed!  See, I knew all that fan fiction writing I did would pay off someday!  In the meantime, it was a fun way to keep my pen sharp and offer free sample work.  As I often say, you're only wasting your time if you aren't having fun!

Kindle Worlds

Now I'm going to run over and talk to my friends on Everquest 2 and The Raven, Mythic.  It's time to celebrate!

Thursday, June 27, 2013

Raunchy Romp Review

I just posted this review on Amazon for



Love this Raunchy Romp with the Big Black Cat!

This was a lot of fun to read from start to finish! There were a couple of minor errors that distracted from the story that should have been caught by an editor, which is why I couldn't give it a 5 star, but I really enjoyed it otherwise.

I love an author that can make me laugh out loud! She did. From the first mention of boyfriends who broke up with the witch and then moved, leaving no forwarding address, I was hooked. Still chuckling about that!

Ryker is as hot as they come. Shapeshifter panther meets wicked witch and plays familiar? How cool is that?

It is erotica and a little raunchy at times, but primal and passionate, too. Great story! Just one more once over with a proofreader and I'd definitely give it a 5 star rating.

This is one story I wish I'd written. (Just playing around with the product link here -- this IS mine, for contrast:) Sorcerer's Vendetta (The Secret of Zanalon)

Hey, it worked! If you like this, I think you'll like mine -- but probably more after I put in the explicit sex scene.

Playing Around Some More ...

Hmm, let's see if it works this time ...















Yes!  It appears it does!  Now I can do more reviews and have product links here!

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

My Son is Visiting! For the First Time!

My son, Tory, is here visiting!  It's so nice to have him here, even though it's a tiny place.  It's MY place, and I can have him over.

We've just been hanging out, I read while he plays on the computer and we comment on stuff that comes up. So nice to have him here!

Monday, June 24, 2013

Leaping Hurdles

I now have 12 reviews!  This is good!  I thought I read somewhere that once you get 10, Amazon offers another marketing push, but I can't find anything on it at the moment.  Still searching ...



I'm playing around with Amazon Associates, here.  I'll let you know if it's a good program.

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OK, well, that's not good.  They give me the code to put in here, and it's supposed to give me a nice, pretty button to link to my novel or whatever else I find interesting that I want to offer.  Didn't work.

Hmph.

Alrighty then, editing and adding again.  Might be my fault, my settings were on  "show HTML literally"






Yaaay, it worked!  This is the book I read today. (Updated on 6/26/13)  Brought tears to my eyes.  Very well written -- she even used a technique that would have been a flaw in another story, but she did it with absolute purpose.  Excellent!

Monday, June 17, 2013

Moving On ...

I take a deep breath and let it out, centering myself.  I have work to do.

The ego wants to react in kind, inflame the pain.  I just want to stand in love, continue in love, try to keep on for the ones who have some chance to see the face of God.

I still love them, the ones in pain.  I never said I didn't love, but I have said that I don't trust.  And the consequences show me I was right not to trust.  I can't trust my life to the control of those who can't control themselves, those who, refusing to awaken, know nothing but striking out in agony, in the nightmare.  I will not respond in kind, because that is not me.  I am awake and I know the love of God.

I love.  I still love.



Thursday, May 30, 2013

Freelancer.com and a Little Encouragement

So, one of my contacts through Wordpress.com, I believe, must have invited me to a site for freelancers, or I may have run across it somewhere.  I've started posting bids to do editing and ghostwriting on this site, and I snagged my first project!

It's not very good money there; actually it's pretty humiliating, but I'm hoping to build my reputation on the site and then I will be able to charge what I'm really worth.  The bids, unfortunately, are being driven down by people who are not native speakers and really are not qualified to be editing or ghostwriting in English.

However, it's good experience, and a little bit of money when you're in my situation is better than none.  Besides that, I LOVE the work!  I get to read some pretty good novels for a living, and offer my input to make them even better!

Now, the encouragement I got was actually a rejection letter. The feedback I keep getting is... well, here:
******
Thanks for the submission.

I like the concept and did go ahead and read a bit of your book since if was available.

Unfortunately, I can't take you on at this time. Your story is good, and your writing solid. But at this length, I think trying to sell it as a 99 cent novella is just about right. If it were three times as long and had a more complex set of subplots, then I'd probably want to talk more.

Thanks again. I wish you all the best with your writing career, of which I'm positive you've got one.

Sincerely,

Raymond Vogel
AEC Stellar Publishing, Inc.
******So

So, basically, the negative feedback I'm getting is, "I want more! Make it longer!"

And note that last sentence!  Isn't that awesome encouragment?

I guess I'll be taking it back to the drawing board.  I have some great ideas bubbling up for a sub-plot ...


Saturday, May 18, 2013

The Worst That Can Happen

A friend asked me that question today. What's the worst that can happen?  At first I thought he was just talking about a little problem I was trying to help another friend fix -- she was having trouble getting my novel and she was in recovery from a stroke so everything was very difficult for her -- but I realized he meant it on a metaphysical level.  So I thought about it, and this is what came to me:

The worst that can happen? If the fundamentalist Christians are right and not loving a God who is A-OK with seeing -any- of his children burn in hell for eternity is what will put you in hell, burning for eternity.
[5:27:09 PM] Sarah Simrill Ray: IMHO


You know, those guys who sat around that table so long ago, the Council of Nicea, (the guys who decided what books should go into the Bible and what Christianity should be) were pretty smart marketers.  I think they must have asked themselves that question too, and then put it up there as what was going to happen to people who didn't listen to them.

But like I said, that's just IMHO.  In my humble opinion.

Friday, May 10, 2013

Back to Work ...

Storm is gone, roaming the West, and I'm still here, settling back into my routine. I may not live in a mansion, but I've got a window by my work desk and I'm happy not to be sitting in a cubicle, crunching numbers.

I have some good ideas for my second novel in "The Secret of Zanalon" series.  Just need to get it down on paper in an interesting format!

I got a big bump in my sales after I used three of my five free promo days; 2 - 4 sales a day, but that dropped off when I got my first review from a stranger.  I was ecstatic when I first got it, thinking it would be only the first, but I was wrong.  It was a three-star review, and even though the review made it clear that she wanted to see more from me, that didn't matter.  My sales went to zero.

I'm sure she didn't intend to destroy my career.  Well here, I'll post a link to her review, but don't forget to come back here, 'kay?

Jes' review

So, yeah, she wants me to keep writing.  I'm doing this blog just to get my thoughts out, and maybe someone will stumble across it someday and it will help them feel not quite so alone in their own struggles as a writer -- and as my sidetrack to relationship craziness shows, their struggles as a person.

I was hoping to make enough money from sales to pay for my cover art.  It was $250, and I commissioned it when I thought I was moving to NC to rent a room with friends.  It would only have been $180 a month, and I could have paid her in one month.  Instead, I'm here, paying $500 a month with absolutely nothing left over after insurance, gas, internet/phone, etc. 

She said I didn't have to pay her, she "would take it as a loss," but I don't want to do that to her.  She blessed me and I want to bless her.  Also, I want her to work for me again -- she's awesome!

But let's see, it would take 715 paid book sales at my current price and royalty to pay her.  I have 24. Sigh.

$8.05

Persistence pays, or so I've been told, so I'm going to just keep right on plugging.

I have a five-star review, too.  See?

Robin's review

But.

The damage seems to have been done.  Still zero sales.  I have two more days of free promo left -- maybe that will give me a bump again and hopefully more 5-stars than 3.  I think I'll aim for two weeks from now, and have a publishing party right afterwards. 

Off to work again!  My antagonist awaits!  Already he has a name, just waiting for me to fill out his personality and the details of his life.

Company, too.  Need to post work hours!

And just in case you're not familiar with the novel in question, here it is again:






Sunday, April 28, 2013

Gentle Jim and the Storm

Storm ... is not the man I thought he was, the man I knew so long ago. Literally. He always said he didn't think he was that one, but he couldn't be sure.  He said he was in Charleston at the right time, that he'd had a short stint in the Navy.  And he said he did remember me, just not coherently.  Suggestion?  Someone I resemble from his past?   Or flat out lies?  I'm so exhausted and disconnected from Spirit now I don't know.  I don't blame Storm, though -- it was all so ... complicated.

But the beautiful, sweet man I loved so long ago ... died in 2004.

I spoke to his widow this morning and there is no mistake.  I remembered that my gentle Jim had a hip injury from an accident after we had gone our separate ways and I asked Storm about it.  He just said he didn't know about that.  I thought perhaps it had healed, it's been so long. His widow said Jim walked with a limp until the day he died.

It's hitting me now very hard, harder than it should because of my relationship with Storm.  He reawakened that love of long ago.  It is ... almost? supernaturally strange how similar he was to the man I remembered.  His mannerisms, his beliefs, his build, that rare, elven lilt to his eyes and even his scent ...  His beliefs on racism were word-for-word.  I remember a silly kid's joke Jim told me back then, while we were walking to the beach.  Storm told it again, with the same preface.  Even his cute little Smedley snigger was the same as Jim's.

But when Storm and I began to disconnect as the problems and differences became insurmountable, his scent changed.

Now the Storm has passed into history, one more ex, and my sweet, gentle Jim is long dead.  In Spirit for almost a decade.

What in the name of God  happened here?

Is this what Storm's angel friend meant when she said, "You must pass through the Storm to find Heaven?"










Saturday, April 27, 2013

First time?

First times ... Man, am I overwhelmed with that thought.

This was supposed to be a blog about my experience as a first time author.  This week, I brought my novel out on Amazon, and my most loyal friend and mentor, the only one who actually followed through on reading and reviewing my novel, was going to transfer his review to Amazon from Smashwords.

And then I got the news that his son died.

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Words can never express what can only be spoken in the silence of the heart ...

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Can I truly be honest here? I have friends who are so brave and open with who they really are, and sometimes I feel like I should just do the same, be who I am, damn the torpedoes.

Liane is one of those people. She is deeply involved with a site that has been a lot of help to me, Humanity Healing. I hope she reads this.

Because here I'm going to say it. I found ... wow, the computer locked up when I tried to write this. So, maybe not the time to reveal my secret here.

I come from a Unity background. I was taught that there is only God. Darkness is not a force, it is only the absence of Light.

But then I saw the Darkness, looking back at me from the eyes of the man who had shown me the Beloved in those same eyes. I wanted to believe that was an illusion, or perhaps a reflection.

(See The Divine Glance)

I'm beginning to feel like I've been left behind, a rescue angel now in need of rescue herself, dying alone in the storm she was trying to pull others from.

I asked my Beloved to come to me, in some form I could love, as my healing partner, but the man who came to me denies his Self while he indulges his lowest desires. Everything I try to share with him of the higher planes, he rejects vehemently.

I'm not even sure he's the same man I knew from 28 years ago, and he also says he doesn't think so, but then he says he remembers me, just not coherently, because of his brain injury after Desert Storm. There are so many things that are so similar to what I remember, though.

He, himself, has shared angelic messages with me, from a friend he respects, but he doesn't seem to understand what he is telling me, that he is telling me he is not the partner I have been waiting for. She said, "I sent an angel to watch over you, but he came back because angels don't watch over angels," and "You must go through the storm to find heaven."

And yet I love him with such intense gratitude that I can barely contain it within my heart.

Spirit tells me when someone is lying to me, but I do not tell them this, for several reasons. First, there is no reason to confront them that doesn't come from the ego. They know they are lying, why tell them what they know? It only removes any chance for true confession and growth, trading it away so that I can feel superior and stand in judgment. Also, they would not believe how I know.  But there is another reason: it takes away the "Duper's Delight" -- that liar's smile, the one they can't hide, when they think they've gotten away with it. If they know I won't tell them when I know they're lying, they cannot ever indulge that glee with Satan (i.e. the Satanic consciousness).

I thought he was my protector, strong with archangel energy. Then Spirit told me that he lied. He admits that he lies. Do archangels lie?

I think of a scenario that is very close to me in this moment.  Imagine you are hiding a Jewish friend from the SS. Of course you lie to protect them. So, do archangels lie, when it is in the best interest of the one they are protecting?

Spirit whispered to me of a lie. It wasn't one to protect anyone.

I'm tired, Beloved. I can't do this alone anymore. Is it really true that I can never have a real partner who is like me? Are we spread so thin that we are not allowed to be together? Is this my life, mission after mission, loving unconditionally those who have no desire to know me and truly love me in return?




Sunday, April 7, 2013

Moved over to Amazon this Friday and I made my first sale!  Happy dance!



 

Sunday, March 17, 2013

First Time in 28 Years

First times ...  Well, since I've blogged last, I saw Storm for the first time in around 28 years.  He had a lot of trouble making it here; his bus rear-ended someone backing out of a parking lot and that delayed him making his flight.  He was catching a bus from Atlanta after the flight, so when I went to meet him, he didn't get off.  I went early to Savannah so I could visit with my son, so I missed his call to tell me he wouldn't be coming in until the next afternoon.

It's been a bit of a roller coaster ride since then, and I've been dealing with health issues for most of his time here.  I remembered what a high energy guy he was, and that hasn't changed, so this is not easy for him, with me stuck in bed sick.  And with my training in empathic healing work, it's tough for me to deal with, also.  I know what it means, and I can't stop it by myself.

So, I missed my "posting faithfully" on Fridays for my fanfic blogs and I've barely been online.  There have been some other "first times" for both of us, but that's a little too personal to go into here ...



Saturday, March 2, 2013

On Being a Biatch

My first day roaming around in my little car since I got it out of the shop!  I am sooooo happy to have my little Silver Ride back! Sealed a deal with a client that I'm really going to enjoy working with, had a fantastic lunch at a restaurant that made me feel like I was in a sci-fi movie, and got everything smoothed over and happy with Storm.

Today was a good day. Yesterday, um, kinda sucked from the get go, though, but I got past it.  Relationship issues.  Gather that from the fact that things needed smoothing and happying?

Well, I learned something about myself, anyway.  I still whip out the bitch badge in a heartbeat if someone says the phrase, "I'm bored," around me.  Or more specifically, referring to me.  Yeah.  That kind of day.

So, there was a lot of misunderstanding involved, and I figured out (or decided?) eventually that he didn't mean he was bored with ME.  But not before I decided to make his life EXCITING again. So either way, whether he meant it or not, problem solved, right?

Oh yeah, baby.  I pushed my sweet Storm, a normally incredibly kind and patient man, into a flat-out, fire-breathing jealous rage.

Yus.  I was bad.  Very.

Sweet little Sarah who loves everybody unconditionally decided to write a chapter in the cosmic version of the book "Why Men Love Bitches."  That's me!

Well, maybe not a chapter, just a blog, because I'm feeling pretty sweet again today.  Time to get back to meditating more, though, definitely.

What saved me was a call from my sister.  She's the middle sister, and we have a pressure cooker relationship -- bubbles along happily for about six months and then BOOM!  Guts on the ceiling.

But that's a whole 'nother story, and her call in this instance was a Divinely timed miracle.  She remembered this beautiful, sweet man from my past, and reminded me of how he used to give me the puppy eyes and how much we loved each other. She said, very gently, "That doesn't seem like something to break up over."
And I remembered making a promise to myself after the last time I pulled the "queen act" and lost someone I love that I would never do that again.  I think there have got to be better ways to make life exciting in a relationship.
But then again, make up sex is really awesome, too...  *wink*

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Four Star, Five Star, What's the Dif?

So, today I was talking with Clint about that 4 star rating, trying to pin down how to make my book better and get a 5 star.  Basically, he says it's great, he can't tell me how to make it better, he just has this thing about "perfection."  Not sure I understand, maybe he thinks the other people that will review it behind him will be nit-picky and he'll lose cred?

I guess?

He says he's going to hold me to that promise of a sequel and jokingly says he's holding out for that to really make a commitment.  Ha!

I asked him if he was able to "figure it out" and he said he wasn't, which was good.  I wrote my characters true to form, but I managed to keep the man behind the curtain until I was ready for him to pop out!  Good!

So essentially, it WAS a five star, I think.  

Okay, so I'm brainstorming today about the sequel.  I can't go into too much detail on my thoughts about it here because I'd be tossing out spoilers, but I have some good ideas.  First, I need to pin down what I really want this story to MEAN.  I had a very important message in "Sorcerer's Vendetta" that I wanted to share, so now I wonder if I can take my readers to the next level.

I'm going to tell you a secret.  "Sorcerer's Vendetta" is not about what you think it's about. Sounds like a revenge story, right?  Bad-ass, blow the crap out of the completely evil turd who pisses you off, right?

Nope.  You'll see.


Monday, February 25, 2013

Blech. And not so blech.

I was hoping to go get my car out of the shop today, but it seems to be something of a nope-not-gonna-happen day.  Rain. No callback from the repair shop.

But it's been a good day.  I'm going over my novel ONE MORE TIME with a fine-toothed comb, and I'm making progress.

I got my first review!  My spiritual mentor, Clinton Ford, (also good friend) gave me 4 stars!  I KNOW I can count on him to tell me the truth, so that 4 stars is just as precious to me as a 5.  And the cool thing about ebooks is that I can take his suggestions right away, rework it and BINGO!  Got my 5 star novel!

So. I'm wondering if naming this blog "First Times" is attracting some people who like coming of age works. My novel involves a "first time" experience too, but I'm not giving away any spoilers here!  Go read it!

Here it is on Kobo!  Isn't that awesome?





Also, I have a fantasy blog, free fan fiction, that covers that, and a story that I don't show around too much (it's a little pornographic).  Anybody want to see that?  I was just looking for a motivation for my character to leave his paradise home when I wrote it, I didn't think about the fact that it involved a 16-year-old and a 15-year-old.  Can I get in trouble for that? Man, with all the stuff I see out on the internet, I sure hope not! 

Here a link to that blog:



Enjoy!

Friday, February 22, 2013

Oops.

I stayed up late last night, having a blast talking to a friend on Skype and dancing to a funny kitty video -- "Funny Water Cats" set to Nicoletta Dara's "Is It True?"  Thinking I was going to be able to sleep late and have the day to myself, I really did it up.  I was looking out for someone I was hoping to see on, too, my sweet Storm, but such was not to be.  I was really needing the clearing and lift, though, and it was wonderful!

I've been over helping my parents all week, so I was really counting on having this morning to take it easy.

But this morning, my father calls. 7:45. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE my father dearly, but as I said, I was over there all week already. And, I was up until 4 a.m. And -- It's FREAKING 7:45!

He can't find the place mats because I washed the tablecloth and set them on one of the chair seats.  He already fussed at me yesterday because I threw away the paper plates that had dried egg on them from that morning.  I'm supposed to wash EGG off of paper plates?

I start to go back to sleep. Then he calls and says, "I need to talk to you," in this really flat voice.  I'm thinking my mother died.  I ask if she's alright and he says, "She's home.  I'm coming over."  That doesn't ease my mind one bit and I'm in a nightmare until he gets here.

He gets here and it doesn't get much better.  He's still upset about something that happened a couple of weeks ago.  I can't help him because he won't go into prayer with me on it, he just wants to keep spiraling and spiraling in his matrix of hell. So he stomps off feeling like I won't listen to him, and I'm not even awake yet.

Then he calls again.  He can't find his umbrella.  My fault again for cleaning the apartment so it can be steam cleaned, which I will also be paying for.

My son, Tory, IMs me and asks for $5.  I try to log into my bank account to see if I can spare it, and I'm so upset I blow the password three times and get locked out.  Tory suggests I take a bath to relax.  I take TWO baths.

There's another knock at the door, and I figure it's my father AGAIN. I want to make a point.  I need time to MYSELF, sometimes! So I storm to the door and whip it open, standing there in my towel with my hair dripping.

There's a very shocked cop standing there

He turns his gaze to his pad and stares at it as if it's making faces at him, so he won't be looking at me.  "Is there a mumble mumble Lopez ...?" he asks.

I explained to him who I was, no Lopez here, and why I opened the door in a towel.  He smirks and says, "Good luck with that!"

So, that's the writing life, getting a first time novel off the ground.  LOTS of time to write, right?

Aaaaaaand... Here it is again!  Last day for the coupon for first time reviewers!  Get it now!  Code: SS95W

Update: Now available exclusively on AMAZON!!! (No coupon code, sorry!) One click to Kindle!