I've been silent for awhile due to my best friend, Ellie, being terminally ill. She passed away last week. She had been suffering from Cancer for a long time, and she finally gave up the good fight. Her death has me remembering all the wonderful, remarkable times we had together--56 years of them. Whew! Has it really been 56 years? We met when I was 12, and she was 11, so I guess it has. It was a friendship that endured from the 1950's until now. And during all that time, I'm proud to say we only had one argument. 56 years with only one argument? Again, whew! How many people can say that?
Ellie was the kindest, most caring, and decent person I've ever known, (next to my best friend, Sheila), and I miss her. She was truly my "other world" soul mate (her hubby, Larry, took the prize of her soul mate while here on Earth). She was my biggest fan and supporter (again, next to Sheila), and I like to think I returned the favor.
Though she's moved back to the astral world, I can still feel her all around me. Not even death can part soul mates, you know. I'm sure I'll see her again on some distant plane, and we'll forge a new friendship. We'll go out and live those new adventures with as much fun and zest as we did this lifetime.
As you know, I've always tried to make this blog center around the theme of Between Two Worlds. And today, that theme is more relevant than ever, because Ellie is one world and I'm in another. Yet the connection between her and I stands strong. She knows she can "communicate" with me through one of my Tarot card readings, or influence me through the characters in my novels. I must admit I look forward to her bold, brassy insights--even if they're just bubbling up from my sub-conscious. It means our friendship hasn't been broken, and never will be.
I love you, Ellie. And when you're not busy bossing everyone around over there, let me know how you are....
Thursday, November 20, 2014
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
Magic and Mayhem
Some days being a writer is nothing but frustration, disappointment, and the desire to chuck your writing life and go do something easier with your time. But then your heart reminds your head that if it was TOO easy, there'd be no satisfaction in doing it. It's the hard things we do that define our lives, as well as show us that words strung together in a specific manner, can have a far-reaching impact on the person reading those words. So, on those frustrating, disappointing days, I let my head and heart each have a say in what I'm writing (or editing), and before I know it, I'm in the writing "zone" again, feeling refreshed and renewed.
And then there are those days when you get an E-Mail from your publisher which reveals that your book is now part of a wonderful box set of other paranormal romance novels. They send you the cover of the box (which is awesome), and you feel that same euphoric high you felt when the book was first published on its own. Why? I think it's because your work is now part of a much bigger family. You are in tune with other writers who had frustrating, disappointing days, and rather than chucking it all, they let their whole being spur them on.
Having said that, take a peek at the cover of the box set that "The Kindred" is now a part of. Magic and Mayhem--uh, yes, an apt title for the novels bundled together. I am so proud to be part of this set of novels, and I'm so proud that seven other writers have become members of my "writing world".
And then there are those days when you get an E-Mail from your publisher which reveals that your book is now part of a wonderful box set of other paranormal romance novels. They send you the cover of the box (which is awesome), and you feel that same euphoric high you felt when the book was first published on its own. Why? I think it's because your work is now part of a much bigger family. You are in tune with other writers who had frustrating, disappointing days, and rather than chucking it all, they let their whole being spur them on.
Having said that, take a peek at the cover of the box set that "The Kindred" is now a part of. Magic and Mayhem--uh, yes, an apt title for the novels bundled together. I am so proud to be part of this set of novels, and I'm so proud that seven other writers have become members of my "writing world".
Friday, October 10, 2014
Maine Vs. Florida
You may have noticed I've been away for a few weeks (you lucky devils). My sister and I visited friends in Maine where the leaves are turning the most beautiful reds, oranges, and yellows. The climate was also beautiful and it made me realize that my life constantly centers around the theme of this blog--between two worlds.
Maine is delightful, with the air pungent with the smell of pine, and the sun is less warm, or so it seems. Florida is delightful too, only not so much this summer as the humidity has been off the charts. Still, it was fun to hop a plane, and in less than six hours, be in a different environment entirely.
I think that must be what it is like to move from the human world to the astral one, when our life here on earth is through. Our souls literally "fly" to another environment and enjoy the "scenery". I think that's what my novels always try to express to the reader--that the connection between the two worlds is not as far as it appears--or as frightening. After all, if I can hop a plane and be in Maine in six hours, surely my soul can be in the astral world in the blink of an eye. It's something to think about, isn't it?
I'm glad to be back home though. It's always great to visit other places, but when it gets down to the nitty-gritty, Dorothy from Kansas was right. "There's no place like home", "There's no place like home". Now, click your heels and make a wish. Voila! You're home.
Maine is delightful, with the air pungent with the smell of pine, and the sun is less warm, or so it seems. Florida is delightful too, only not so much this summer as the humidity has been off the charts. Still, it was fun to hop a plane, and in less than six hours, be in a different environment entirely.
I think that must be what it is like to move from the human world to the astral one, when our life here on earth is through. Our souls literally "fly" to another environment and enjoy the "scenery". I think that's what my novels always try to express to the reader--that the connection between the two worlds is not as far as it appears--or as frightening. After all, if I can hop a plane and be in Maine in six hours, surely my soul can be in the astral world in the blink of an eye. It's something to think about, isn't it?
I'm glad to be back home though. It's always great to visit other places, but when it gets down to the nitty-gritty, Dorothy from Kansas was right. "There's no place like home", "There's no place like home". Now, click your heels and make a wish. Voila! You're home.
Thursday, August 28, 2014
CHANGE IS IN THE AIR
You may have noticed I have been
away from my blog life for a while. I’ve been busy working on two novels at the
same time. My writing buddies call me insane, but, like the trees that are
in the state of changing their leaves, I find it exhilarating to live in two
worlds at the same time.
When my Creative Muse runs dry on one story, I hop on over to the other, and “wham, bam, thank you m’aam”, I’m off and running again. Of course, if I don’t pay strict attention to the change, the name in one story might stroll on over to the other, and take up residence there. That’s when I’m able to cackle gleefully: “They’re right. I am insane.”
But then the little button called “find and replace” comes galloping in, and I’m redeemed. And of course, then I’m off again, finding love, romance, and spiritual intrigue wherever I can find it. And isn't that what writing paranormal romance stories should be? The magical journey of two souls—writer and reader—sharing an exhilarating experience with two heroic characters, and like them, being changed by the experience?
What makes writing multiple stories so engrossing? For me, it’s because I’m a hopeless romantic who loves manipulating words. I love finding the magic of writing in the arms of two star-crossed lovers seeking forgiveness, or redemption, or a love to last a lifetime—or maybe, a love to last through many lifetimes. I love how with each book I write, I’m changing, and growing, and discovering new and wonderful things about myself.
Yep, the key words here are: I’m changing, and just like Sonny Blake, the heroine in my new novel, “The Empath”, I can “see, touch, and feel” a life devoted to love and magic, with some healing properties thrown in for good measure. After all, when we effect change in the outer world, it’s a proven fact that our inner world will mirror that change. Our thinking is literally transformed from “not doing”, to “doing.” Ah, the beauty of words.
When my Creative Muse runs dry on one story, I hop on over to the other, and “wham, bam, thank you m’aam”, I’m off and running again. Of course, if I don’t pay strict attention to the change, the name in one story might stroll on over to the other, and take up residence there. That’s when I’m able to cackle gleefully: “They’re right. I am insane.”
But then the little button called “find and replace” comes galloping in, and I’m redeemed. And of course, then I’m off again, finding love, romance, and spiritual intrigue wherever I can find it. And isn't that what writing paranormal romance stories should be? The magical journey of two souls—writer and reader—sharing an exhilarating experience with two heroic characters, and like them, being changed by the experience?
What makes writing multiple stories so engrossing? For me, it’s because I’m a hopeless romantic who loves manipulating words. I love finding the magic of writing in the arms of two star-crossed lovers seeking forgiveness, or redemption, or a love to last a lifetime—or maybe, a love to last through many lifetimes. I love how with each book I write, I’m changing, and growing, and discovering new and wonderful things about myself.
Yep, the key words here are: I’m changing, and just like Sonny Blake, the heroine in my new novel, “The Empath”, I can “see, touch, and feel” a life devoted to love and magic, with some healing properties thrown in for good measure. After all, when we effect change in the outer world, it’s a proven fact that our inner world will mirror that change. Our thinking is literally transformed from “not doing”, to “doing.” Ah, the beauty of words.
Saturday, August 2, 2014
Summer Blues equals Creative Muse
Here it is the first of August and the summertime blues have caught up with me. It's blistering hot where I live, and the humidity is off the charts. Is it any wonder that my brain is frazzled and unable to make heads or tails of the new novel I'm writing? It's just too damn hot to concentrate--or is it?
As usual, my Creative Muse enjoys making a fool out of me. Just when I think, I'll never write my way out of the story/plot dilemma I've put myself in, the characters solve the problem for me. For weeks, I've been wondering how to get my characters from A to B, and using psycho-babble to get them there (the dialogue really sucks, folks). And then, they take over and begin writing where THEY know I should go. They literally hi-jack the novel, and begin writing the story for me.
Suddenly, the Creative Muse is hot--as hot as the blazing sun outside my windows. I find the spine of the story at last, thanking the characters for their love and support (and putting up with all my fervered "damns" and "hells"). If nothing else, it's clear, they want their story told, NEED to have it told. And isn't what we paranormal romance writers live for? A chance to let our readers experience the lives of ordinary people, struggling through extraordinary circumstances? As my mother used to say instead of a simple yes: "You bet your sweet bippy".
As usual, my Creative Muse enjoys making a fool out of me. Just when I think, I'll never write my way out of the story/plot dilemma I've put myself in, the characters solve the problem for me. For weeks, I've been wondering how to get my characters from A to B, and using psycho-babble to get them there (the dialogue really sucks, folks). And then, they take over and begin writing where THEY know I should go. They literally hi-jack the novel, and begin writing the story for me.
Suddenly, the Creative Muse is hot--as hot as the blazing sun outside my windows. I find the spine of the story at last, thanking the characters for their love and support (and putting up with all my fervered "damns" and "hells"). If nothing else, it's clear, they want their story told, NEED to have it told. And isn't what we paranormal romance writers live for? A chance to let our readers experience the lives of ordinary people, struggling through extraordinary circumstances? As my mother used to say instead of a simple yes: "You bet your sweet bippy".
Wednesday, July 9, 2014
Strangers
I just finished reading a sci-fi book called "Strangers", and it left me pondering the question: Is there really such a thing as a stranger? Long story, short. The story revolved around a group of travelers who stayed at a motel in the desert the same night. "Something" transpired during their stay (unknown to them), and when they returned home, their lives suddenly shifted. For some, the altering was positive; for others, the altering lead to self-destruction. But for all, they knew "something" had happened to them and they felt compelled to learn what that "something" was.
Again, long story, short. The "strangers" soon began to remember something called the "moon", and eventually they began to remember each other. AND they were all compelled to find each other and return to the motel, or lose their sanity. Needless to say, their journey back to the motel is fraught with suspense, as they try to stay alive long enough to piece together their fragmented memories.
After reading this book, I thought of my novel, The Kindred. In it, the five lead characters are psychics who are strangers meeting for the first time, and thanks to a 300 year old murder, they are thrown into a life-and-death situation that changes their lives forever.
Now, here's the point and the interesting part, I hope. I never read "Strangers" before, yet the theme of the book is similar to The Kindred, leaving me to wonder about the unconscious connections we writers share with each other. Are writers really strangers? I don't think so. Do our creative muses (and juices) ride along the same strands of thought? Yes, I believe so. Is the union of writer and their creative imagination an undefinable "something" that is meant to change our lives forever? I sure hope so. I pray so. What do you think?
Again, long story, short. The "strangers" soon began to remember something called the "moon", and eventually they began to remember each other. AND they were all compelled to find each other and return to the motel, or lose their sanity. Needless to say, their journey back to the motel is fraught with suspense, as they try to stay alive long enough to piece together their fragmented memories.
After reading this book, I thought of my novel, The Kindred. In it, the five lead characters are psychics who are strangers meeting for the first time, and thanks to a 300 year old murder, they are thrown into a life-and-death situation that changes their lives forever.
Now, here's the point and the interesting part, I hope. I never read "Strangers" before, yet the theme of the book is similar to The Kindred, leaving me to wonder about the unconscious connections we writers share with each other. Are writers really strangers? I don't think so. Do our creative muses (and juices) ride along the same strands of thought? Yes, I believe so. Is the union of writer and their creative imagination an undefinable "something" that is meant to change our lives forever? I sure hope so. I pray so. What do you think?
Friday, June 13, 2014
False Memories
One of my favorite pastimes is re-reading a favorite book. Usually, I choose a romance novel (just to keep my romantic juices flowing). However, I often re-read one of Dean Koontz's novel (just because he is my writing hero).
I recently finished re-reading his novel, False Memory. The book explores the theme of brain-washing, the ability to manipulate and reprogram the mind--for good or evil. With just the use of a code word (and a Haiku poem), the hero and heroine are plunged into a nightmare world, where they lose hours of real time, and begin to think (and do) inexplicable things. They are literally caught between two worlds--the physical and the mental.
Their plight made me think of my hero, Psychic/Magician, Adrian Magus, in my novel, The Kindred, At the start of the story, he is at a turning point in his life, struggling with his real world and the world of illusions he creates nightly for audiences on a Las Vegas stage. Which is the real and which is the illusion?
That question had me wondering what you all think. Are you living the life you were born to live, or are you living the life you've been "programmed" to live--a life created by your parents, your friends, the world at large? Let me know. Leave a comment.
For myself, I know that as I got older, I began to live the life I wanted to live, rather than the one everyone else wanted me to live. That knowledge was so freeing (and addictive), that I've never wavered from the task. What about you?
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