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The Romanticism of Nathaniel Hawthorne

I’ve recently read several stories written by Nathaniel Hawthorne, and I was so surprised that I loved them, that I just had to share my thoughts with you.
A little refresher— Romanticism is described as the movement in literature that focused on the imaginative, the emotional, the irrational, the visionary and the transcendental. 

In stark contrast to classical literature , Romanticism was like a breath of fresh air.  The French poet, Charles Pierre Baudelaire, said, “Romanticism is precisely situated neither in choice of subject nor exact truth, but in a way of feeling.”

 
I’ll start with Hawthorne’s best known novel, and perhaps the reason why it took me so long to read anything of his, The Scarlet Letter, published in 1850. On some levels, this is a love story, filled with good intentions, and lovers kept apart by circumstance, morals or what have you. But buried inside this tale of sin and repentance are little sparkling gems of Romanticism. From the beginning when the narrator introduces the paper evidence of Hester’s sin, Hawthorne give a little bit of irrationality when the papers are described as giving off a “burning heat…as if the letter were not of red rose, but red hot iron.”
The Scarlet Letter emphasizes the individual and how we are solely responsible for our own actions, and thus must make remuneration for our sins. Hester remains loyal to the father of Pearl by not divulging his name, showing that she believes that she responsible for herself and that Pearl’s father must find his own way to make amends.  Also, Hester did not take the easy way out. She could have run away before she had the baby and found a home where she would not be know for her sins, but she did not do this.  Hester stayed and took her public taunting, her years of ostracism; because she knew that it was the only way to regain the faith of others and her own faith in her self.  This emphasis of self is another hallmark of Romanticism.
Another great example of Romanticism from Hawthorne comes in the form of Young Goodman Brown. In this tale, a man leaves his wife one evening though he would really rather stay home. His journey leads him deep within the woods where he witnesses his bride being indoctrinated into the clan of Satan, while upstanding members of the town watch on. Young Goodman Brown wakes in the morning, unsure if all of it really happened, so he lives the rest of his life keeping distance from everybody and living a pretty much miserable life.  Satan in the bushes, half the town devoted to evil, well, this is certainly irrational, and very original.
Over the course of reading Young Goodman Brown, one begins to realize that this quaint town of Salem with it’s god-fearing citizens isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. A catechism teacher, a minister, his innocent wife— all at the secret gathering in the woods.
The last story I wish to make an example of is Rappaccini’s Daughter , which I personally found to be one of Hawthorne’s best tales.  Everything about this story exudes Romanticism, from the idea that a scientist could willingly make his very own daughter the subject of a deadly experiment, to the fantastical way that the effects of the experiment have changed Beatrice’s corporeal body. At one, point, she merely breathes on an insect and it drops dead instantly, showcasing that even the poor girl’s breath has become tainted by the science of Rappaccini.
Also in Rappaccini’s Daughter, one can find many examples of the irrational and imaginative writings of Hawthorne.  Such passages as, “it was observable that she handled and inhaled the odor of several plants which her father had most sedulously avoided”  and  “came a beautiful insect over the garden wall… (it) seemed to be attracted to Beatrice, and lingered in the air and fluttered about her head…while Beatrice was gazing at the insect with childish delight, it grew faint and fell at her feet; it’s bright wings shivered; it was dead—from no cause that he could discern unless it were the atmosphere from her breath” tend to highlight the Romanticism of the work.

Does Hawthorne deserve the distinction of Romanticism? You bet! His tales speak of nature and individuality, of irrational and imaginative, and of the emotional and the personal—which are all attributes of Romanticism. And he deals with all of it so very well. Even for someone like me, that avoided anything “prescribed by a teacher” Hawthorne was ahead of his time, somewhat like Edgar Allen Poe.

To Read Hawthorne’s Work, check out these classics!

Young Goodman Brown

Rappaccini’s Daughter

The Scarlett Letter

Three-Ways Thursdays: Meet Author G.R. Yeates

Well, it’s that time again- time for another installment of Three Ways Thursday’s! So grab your poision (beer, wine, the hard-stuff- we don’t judge), slip into something more comfortable and prepare yourself for some rollicking good fun!

Today’s spotlight Author is the talented G.R. Yeates. So settle in, check out his fabulous book and get to know the man behind the novel. Enjoy!

Part One: The Facts

Author Name: G.R. Yeates

Website: http//www.gryeates.co.uk

Quirky Factor: Dependent on alcohol levels

G.R. Yeates lives and works in London. He was born in Rochford, Essex and studied English Literature & Media Studies at university. He has taught English as a foreign language in China and trained for two years with a professional opera singer. He writes every day and sleeps very little.

 

What’s your favorite book and why?   Difficult question but I would say that it is This Way for the Gas, Ladies and Gentlemen by Tadeusz Borowski. It’s a fictionalized account of his experiences in the Auschwitz concentration camp. I read it during a phase of where I studied the Holocaust in my own time and it was very controversial when it was first published as it does not condemn the Nazis outright in a black-and-white fashion, as you would expect. It actually examines how those who survived collaborated and compromised in order not to be sent to the gas chambers and how this, in fact, mirrors the ways people behave in wider society. As you might imagine, it is an unsettling read for this reason and it has stuck with me ever since.

 

 

What is the first story you ever wrote?   I think it was a very crude prose poem about a ghoul breaking out of a town morgue and going on the rampage. I’m slightly more sophisticated now, but only slightly.

 

 

What is your ideal writing routine/ environment?  A quiet place where I am surrounded by books for easy reference. I can’t focus very well if there is music or noise and it needs to be a space in my home. My mindset doesn’t mesh right if I’m elsewhere, pretentious as that might sound.

 

 

Do you share your work with relatives/ friends or do you keep it to yourself?  I share it with my proofreaders and editor, no-one else before publication.

 

 

What genre (that you don’t currently write in) do you think would be a blast to try out?   I’ve considered thrillers and sword & sorcery so far but I’m most concerned with building a body of work as a horror writer first. Diversifying I may well do but I don’t want to split my readership just yet when my identity as a creative artist is still pretty early in its development.

 

What are you working on now?   I’m working on the last edits for my second release, Shapes in the Mist.

 


 

THE EYES OF THE DEAD

Blurb:    Vampires are loose in the trenches of the First World War.
Passchendaele, 1917. Private Reg Wilson is a man with a name but no memories. A soldier who remembers nothing of life before the fighting began. Until he comes to Black Wood, a tainted place that knows him intimately. There, he will discover a darkness buried long ago by time and dust. An appetite that has been awoken by war. A hunger that will feed upon his blood, his regrets and his worst fears. It will show him what he has forgotten. It will show him nightmare made flesh. And, before he dies, it will make him look deep into the eyes of the dead.

 

AVAILABLE AT:

Amazon  /  Barnes and Noble

 

Part Three: Nonsense!

As mentioned in my bio, I taught English in China for one year. During this time, I traveled around the country so I have walked along the Great Wall, been inside the Forbidden City and taken an illegal boat trip down the Li River, which is surrounded by limestone mountains that were formed under the earth’s crust before being thrown up by an eruption. Not one of the mountains is mountain-shape. One example being ‘apple mountain’, the name speaks for itself.

Following on from that, outside of the more traditional literary interests of a Western writer, I do enjoy Asian literature and poetry. One of the elements that I think it has that we often do not is a sense of capturing a mood, a moment, a transient atmosphere. Even in translation, I find reading the writing from that part of the world evokes beauty and dream-states in a way that we struggle to compete with as Western literature is more often concerned with plot, a set sequences of events and everything building to a climax and resolution. I think this is a structure that can sometimes feel like a cage I need to break out of. Whether one is better than the other is down to subjective preference but I enjoy the difference and find it refreshing to experience.

On a less literary note, I can report that Chinese booze is lethal shit. If you drink rice wine in sufficient quantities, your short-term memory will desert you, you may see glowing neon mouths appear out of thin air, experience being skull-fucked by Pinhead and his cenobites and then wake-up to the memory of watching the restaurant staff cleaning the tables with the same stuff you were knocking back. Yes, that stuff is very strong and kills 99% of, well, everything.

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I do hope you’ve enjoyed this segment of THREE-WAYS THURSDAYS and I want to thank author G.R. Yeates for stopping by. Vampires running a muck during WW 1 ! You should definitely go check out his book right now. Go on, you know you want to.

Until next time peeps!

~Karen

Read More, Write Better

 I’ve shaken my head many times after hearing a writer proclaim that they don’t read much. That’s akin to a Doctor who never went to Medical school. Great writers are also great readers!

Reading is important for a fiction writer on so many levels, from genre structures to how to craft a novel. The information is there, so why wouldn’t you study it?

First, if the fiction that you write falls into any sort of genre, then you better have read books within that genre. These books tend to have formulas, and following them can be the difference between publication and rejection. You wouldn’t submit a category romance without the girl actually getting the guy at the end.

Reading is also a way to absorb great writing, to train your brain as to how a well-crafted sentence feels as it trickles over your tongue. There is no better way to elevate your prose than by reading, and reading a lot.

Some writers, while working on a particular story, refuse to read anything that resembles their story, for fear of accidentally plagiarizing. This is a legitimate fear, and one you would be well heeded to pay attention to. However, this doesn’t mean that you should never read in the genre you write; just avoid those books while actively working on something. But you should still read. If you are writing a mystery, read something literary. If you are writing something literary, read a romance.

Another reason to read abundantly is so that you can see what plots have been used or over used. Your original idea may not be original after all, but you wouldn’t know that unless you read voraciously.

By reading, you can see how differing point-of-views can help or hinder a story. You can see how effective pacing can turn a yawn-of-a-plot into a page-turner. You can see how other writers work back-story into carefully chosen segments of the story, instead of starting off with ten pages of exposition. Reading will allow you to consider your options when writing dialog, when weaving a plot, when writing the last paragraph of your story.

I once had a writer say that he didn’t read very often, because he wanted his stories to be 100% unique and out-standing. My answer to that was, well, you may end up with something all-together new, but there is a good chance that it will be so unique that no one will want to read it. Or, you will inadvertently write a plot that has been done to death, or use the entirely wrong POV for a story. If you don’t know how high the bar is set, how can you possibly hope to jump over it?

Reading novels is like studying for the Fiction Writing Graduate Exams, you have to study, study, study, before you can hope to pass into the elite group of graduates, or published writers.

Still Unconvinced? Try one of these:

How To Read Novels Like  A Professor

Reading Like A Writer

Three-Ways Thursdays: Meet Author Gabriel Beyers

Well, it’s that time again- time for another installment of Three Ways Thursday’s! So grab your poision (beer, wine, the hard-stuff- we don’t judge), slip into something more comfortable and prepare yourself for some rollicking good fun!

Today’s spotlight Author is the wickedly talented Gabriel Beyers.  So read on, get to know him a little better, and check out his new novel. Oh, and enjoy the Three-Ways!

Part One: The Facts

Author: Gabriel Beyers

Website: http://gabrielbeyers.blogspot.com/

Quirky Factor: Moderate

 My name is Gabriel Beyers. I live in Bloomington, Indiana. I worked in commercial construction pouring concrete for close to ten years. I think I poured more concrete in one month than most people walk across in their lifetime. It was somewhere around year four that I realized this was a poor career choice and that I would like to be a writer.

I also teach Sunday School for teenagers. I’m not sure, but I may be the only horror writer that can say that.

 

 PART 2: THE BOOK —- >    Guarding the Healer

   When Silas Walker is endowed with the power to heal, he discovers that no gift comes without a price.
   When he finds himself the obsession of a murderous man possessed by an ancient evil, Silas is plagued with photos of the Creature’s victims, each marked with a crude image of an angel. After being given an ominous warning, “I have no need of martyrs”, Silas embarks on a journey to discover the true purpose of his gift and draw his enemy away from those he loves.
   Fleeing from not just his Stalker, but a whole army of demons, Silas must rely on his friendship with a troubled young drifter named Tommy, and a guardian angel he doesn’t even know exists.
   Silas’s guardian angel is doing all he can to protect his charge, but he is certain that Silas is heading into an ambush. He also knows that there is no turning back.
   For even an angel can’t alter a man’s destiny.

(95,000 words)

AVAILABLE AT:

Amazon  /  Barnes and Noble  Smashwords

 

Part Three: Nonsense!

I’ve always had a strange imagination. When I was younger I started taking martial arts, not because I wanted to learn to defend myself, not because I wanted to exercise, but because I wanted to be a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle. Yeah, I know. I never said I was normal. But it was this desire for fun and adventure that, in a round about way, led me to writing. I may not be able to fight super villains, visit strange new worlds, or navigate the seedy underworld of organized crime, but I can write about people who can. In my opinion, that’s just as good.

 

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I do hope you’ve enjoyed this segment of THREE-WAYS THURSDAYS and I want to thank Gabriel Beyers for being with us. Stop by his site or check out his work. Go on, you know you want to.

Until next time peeps!

~Karen

Inde Author Rockstar Winner – I Wish by Wren Emerson

So the very first Indie Author Rockstar (more on that in a minute!) has been announced and the winner is Wren Emerson and her debut novel I Wish, the first in the Witches of Desire series.

Amazon Description

All she ever wanted was a chance to settle down in one place.

Thistle Nettlebottom knows her life isn’t exactly normal. She travels the country with her secretive mother and bestselling author grandmother in a pink RV going from book signings to crazy research trips. She’s never been to public school or had a boyfriend, but she can pick a lock and hotwire a car. One day the phone rings and they set a course to a tiny town that’s not on any maps. Suddenly, Thistle finds her whole life changing.

She’s finally found the home she’s been searching for.

Thistle soon realizes that Desire isn’t like other towns and she’s not like other girls. The family she trusted has lied to her about everything her entire life and the things she doesn’t know about herself could cost her everything. Her legacy as one of the most powerful witches the town has ever seen has made her enemies that have been waiting patiently for a chance to destroy her. Thistle needs to learn to use her powers to protect herself before they succeed.

Be careful what you wish for.

Thistle has a power unique even among the magic wielding witches of Desire. She can wish things into existence. At first she enjoys the freedom of having everything her heart desires, but she soon realizes that her power comes at a terrible price. She’s losing her grip on her sanity at a time when she can’t afford any weakness. Her enemies are closing in quickly, but she might not have the strength to save herself.

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Now, I checked out I Wish, and I was hooked by the first page. The premise, setting and characters are just that interesting. But don’t take my word for it. Download the sample and see what I mean.

Also, in case you haven’t heard about the Indie Author Rockstar awards, it’s a fairly new concept, but one that I’m sure we’ll be hearing more and more of over the next few months.

The premise is simple: six books, randomly chosen from the pool of submissions, compete against each other for the entire month. Check out the blurbs, sample the ebook, and purchase one or more of them if you feel so moved. At the end of the month, we vote for the book that is most deserving of our praise and promotion.

Not everyone can vote though. Only other authors that submitted a book for the pool of potentials are allowed to vote. So essentially, Emerson’s novel was deemed worthy by a group of her peers. Voting is not open to the general population to keep it from turning into a popularity contest, and thus having the potential for abuse.

For more information, including how to submit a book for a chance at the monthly competition, check out the Indie Author Rockstar site.

Legs by Harper Alibeck – Book Review

Don’t be fooled by billing of this novel as merely a steamy romance. While the novel packs some substantial heat and there is a romance, LEGS is multi-layered, enchanting even, and I devoured it fairly quickly. Bad timing, misunderstandings and foolish pride stand in the way of love and I found myself gripping my e-reader as I plowed through the novel to see what happened next. The little bit of paranormal foreshadowing left me eager to read the next one as well.

Alibeck writes with crisp, sometimes humorous, prose and she moved the story on at great pace, while weaving in a creative and inventive plot. Yes, there’s a plot. See what did I tell you about getting fooled by the “steamy” part? Don’t misunderstand though, this novel has enough spice to make Emeril go “BAMM!” several times, but the sex furthers the story, drawing the reader into this great love that could be, if only the two people could just get out of their own way.

I’m probably not making sense; I’m tired after all, so you don’t have to believe me. Just read it for yourself. I bet you’ll be anxiously awaiting the prequel, as I am.

Flash-N Fridays – Recycled

 

Welcome to FLASH-N FRIDAY’S. In case your mind is in the gutter, you won’t find any naughty pictures in this segment. Just down and dirty flash fiction writing.

I’ve said it before, but it bears repeating: The art of Short Fiction is severely under-rated. If writer’s, and readers, stop to think about it for one minute, they would see that not only is writing a complete story with few words very hard to do, but it also can be used to hone a writer’s skill. In flash fiction you’re working with limited real estate, and each word chosen must work overtime.

 ** Maximum word count is 300. I’m not even limiting it to genres. (well, maybe erotic is out, but everything else goes :-) Also, I have found that a great way to jump-start these little flash sessions is to browse for inspiring images like the one posted below the story. *******

Recycled

 I don’t think I understand.” I brushed the bagel crumbs aside and memorized how the sun reflected off my small, hopeful, diamond ring. He circled the kitchen, one eye on me. Vulture.

Are you even listening to me?” He stared at me with a blank face, like I was not anyone he cared about at all.

I always listen to you.” I hated when he did that. Like he was trying to find words that my simple brain could comprehend. Like I was a child. Like I was beneath him.

Of course, I had been beneath him. I had been on top of him. I had been beside him. Through it all– his divorce, the bankruptcy– I had been there. I had thought that was enough.

Deena!” He exhaled deeply, his frustration curling out from his mouth like a long-held plume of cigarette smoke. “DO YOU GET IT?”

He spelled it all out for me again. He was leaving me for another woman. That, I didn’t get. How could he leave his “other woman” for another woman?

The logic was warped. Of course, I was no longer the other woman. His original was discarded last year, like I was being trashed now. Recycling…save the planet and all that crap.

We’ll see.” Images of the two of us flashed into memory. On the trunk of his sedan. My favorite panties–silk with pink flowers– on his rear-mounted antenna.

 Now I am parked outside his apartment, my motor rumbling like a hungry kitty.

I’ll wait until he comes out, watch him drive off, then I’ll follow him straight to hell. When he comes to the sharp corner on his way to her house, I’ll get mine, pulling over to listen to the hollow-tin echos from below.

 

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I hope you enjoyed this brief foray into my quivering cerebellum. Now, back to your regularly scheduled programming!        ~Karen

Three-Ways Thursdays: Meet Author Heather Marie Adkins

Well, it’s that time again- time for another installment of Three Ways Thursday’s! So grab your poison (beer, wine, the hard-stuff- we don’t judge), slip into something more comfortable and prepare yourself for some rollicking good fun!

Today’s spotlight Author is the Quirky & Talented Heather Marie Adkins. Enjoy!

Part One: The Facts

Author: Heather Marie Adkins

Website:  http://heather.bishoffs.com

Quirky Factor: Severe

 My name is Heather Marie Adkins and I’m from North Central Kentucky. I’m a Witch who listens to country music and wears hippie dresses to the Rodeo :)

 

 Part 2: The Book  —-> THE TEMPLE

Vale Avari has a mysterious past and a laundry list of super-powers, but that’s nothing compared to what she finds upon moving from small town U.S.A to jolly-good England.

 

 A chance dart throw lands her in Quicksilver, an off-the-map place with a big problem – people are dying, and word is, it’s supernatural.

 

At her new place of employment, a temple dedicated to the ancient Mother Goddess, Vale learns something even more shocking – women guards are disappearing at an alarmingly patterned rate; women who possess special gifts like her own.

 

 Supernatural powers aside, Vale isn’t ready to believe in the Wild Hunt as the culprit, and she’s determined to prove the deaths are acts of human violence.

 

Plagued by a brute with a history of domestic violence and lusting after a dark-eyed man with a secret, Vale has a limited amount of time to discover the killer before he strikes again. In the process, she’ll learn things aren’t always what they seem and the supernatural might not be so extraordinary after all.

 

The Hunt could ride for her.

 

 

AVAILABLE AT:

Amazon  /  Barnes and Noble  / Smashwords

 

Part Three: Nonsense!

I think I’m pretty unique, but when it comes down to putting examples to paper, it’s pretty difficult. 3 unique and quirky things about me:

  • My boyfriend and I live in a suburban neighborhood but we own 4 dogs, 5 cats, 2 chinchillas, 5 chickens, and a betta fish. I also grow vegetables and herbs. We call our “farm” Le Maison Fou–the crazy house :) I wrote a “Meet the Family” blog here where I gave all the animals their own “author” bio.
  • A year ago, I shattered my pinkie finger in Karate (I’m a black belt). After three surgeries, my pinkie no longer bends because it’s Fused. I type faster with nine fingers than most people can with all ten :)
  • My entire family works in public safety–police officers, sheriff’s deputies, Parole officers, EMTs, military, and a bunch of firefighters. I followed in the same suit–I’m a police dispatcher. Our last name is well-known in town.

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I do hope you’ve enjoyed this segment of THREE-WAYS THURSDAYS and I want to thank Heather Marie Adkins for being with us. Until next time peeps!

~Karen

A Hidden Witch (New Release!) by Debora Geary – Review

A while back, I reviewed Geary’s first Indie published novel A Modern Witch (you can see that review here) and I had the pleasure of reading the sequel, A Hidden Witch as well. With the first book I developed a wicked case of puppy-love, but with the second I’ve become flat-out enamored with this series and the characters.

I stayed up far too late last night reading it, and in fact, I started on it the moment I downloaded it to my iPad. Even though I hated to do it, I eventually forced myself to go to bed at 2am, saving the last few chapters for when my eyes would stay open.

Today, during my breaks from work, I finished the novel. And I’ll let you all in on a slightly embarrassing secret. I actually cried. At work. Twice.

A Hidden Witch is just that good.

If you haven’t read the first book, A Modern Witch, go get it now from Amazon, Barnes and Noble, or wherever else you can. It’s also available as a paperback now too. Go on! Read the first and then the second book, so you can be like me- anxiously awaiting the third!

Book Two- New release!

The Amazon Blurb for A Hidden Witch:
Elorie Shaw, steeped in the traditions of the Nova Scotia witching community, but not a witch. The fetching spell must have goofed this time… or did it? 

Travel to Fisher’s Cove, Nova Scotia, where Moira is matriarch and the old ways are nurtured and passed to the next generation. Where a crotchety old witch makes small children cry and builds walls around the silent pain in his heart. And where Elorie – sea-glass artist, inn owner, and Moira’s granddaughter – makes her home.
 
The old magics are strong here. Which is all fine and good until the fetching spell pulls Elorie into Witches’ Chat. Because she’s not a witch. Or at least not any kind of witch the old ways recognize…

 

Book One:

Flash-N Fridays – July 22

 

Welcome to FLASH-N FRIDAY’S. In case your mind is in the gutter, you won’t find any naughty pictures in this segment. Not unless you count this:

Now, I truly believe that the art of short fiction is severely under-rated. If writer’s, and readers, stop to think about it for one minute, they would see that not only is writing a complete story with few words very hard to do, but it also can be used to hone a writer’s skill. In flash fiction you’re working with limited real estate, and each word chosen must work overtime.

 So, without further ado, here’s the inaugural Flash-N Friday’s post. I do hope you become inspired to try your own hand at the abbreviated art form!

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 Free Floating

The day was a glorious one; the kind where everything is right in the world, down to the gentle breeze rippling the surface of the blue-green lake. The sun warmed Allison’s shoulders as she sat on the dock, trailing her toes through the cool water.

It was her first day off in months. Hal, her boss at the diner, didn’t give a hoot about tan lines or vacations. Nor did Allison, really.

A woodpecker’s knock echoed through the tall pines. Minnows darted past her toes, silver glinting in the late afternoon sunlight. The marsh grass rustled, lulling Allison into a comfortable peace. That blessed silence, that was what she’d been missing.

Allison sighed and stretched slowly, then stood and pulled off her shorts and threadbare tank top. She tugged at her bathing suit and stepped to the warped edge.

A raven squawked and took flight as Allison dove in. She disappeared below the surface, concealed under the murky cover. Second ticked by and the lake smoothed to liquid-glass. She floated in the inky water, weightless, until her lungs burned for oxygen.

She kicked towards the dock and blue sky, bobbing to the surface. Drawing a breath and shaking the water from her face, she reached for the dock’s ladder and climbed. Water rolled off her in sheets, tinkering to the water below.

Bet I can hold my breathe longer than you can.”

Allison froze halfway up the ladder, the voice creeping over her skin like spiders. He was huge, disheveled, and had large, yellowed eyes shadowed under a prominent brow. His left hand twitched around a pistol as he crept closer, forcing Allison down to the water’s edge. He licked his lips and she knew.

There would be no last minute kick to the water’s surface this time.

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I’m toying with the idea of opening this segment up to guest pieces. I’ll see how well I can keep up with the feature first. Even for myself though, there are rules. Or mainly one rule: Maximum word count is 300. I’m not even limiting it to genres. (well, maybe erotic is out, but everything else goes :-) Also, I have found that a great way to jump-start these little flash sessions is to browse for inspiring images like the one posted below the story. Okay, I’m done. Back to your regularly scheduled programming!        ~Karen

 

 

Three-Ways Thursdays: Meet Author Jennifer Rainey

Well, it’s that time again- time for another installment of Three Ways Thursday’s! So grab your poision (beer, wine, the hard-stuff- we don’t judge), slip into something more comfortable and prepare yourself for some rollicking good fun!

Today’s spotlight Author is the devilishly talented Jennifer Rainey.  I read somewhere that she was raised by Wolves. It’s probably not true, but how cool would that be! Enjoy!

Part One: The Facts

Author: Jennifer Rainey

Website: http://www.jenniferrainey.com/

Also: http://independentparanormal.blogspot.com/

Quirky Factor: High

Greetings! My name is Jennifer Rainey, but I prefer Jenny. I use Jennifer for professional reasons, but I still sometimes cringe when an associate calls me Jennifer, because while growing up, that meant I was going to be yelled at. I’m from Ohio, and I’ve never lived anywhere else.

(Here’s Jennifer… Isn’t she adorable!)

Besides being a writer, I’m an amateur paranormal investigator or ghost hunter, if you prefer. What that means is I like to catch ghosts and mount their heads on my wall. I have a lovely poltergeist mounted above my china cabinet, for example. … Or not, but wouldn’t it be cool if I did? I’m also a musician and singer in a folk band. People tell me I sing like Linda Ronstadt. Personally, I think I sing like Jennifer Rainey, but that’s just me.

 

THESE HELLISH HAPPENINGS:

Blurb: In 1707, hapless vampire Jack Bentley made a pact with the Devil in order to escape a vampire hunt. Dealing with Satan seemed better than your standard angry mob at the time. But three centuries later, Satan is ready to collect His dues, whether the vampire likes it or not. He’s taking Jack down to Hell, and He’s even got a job picked out for him down below: an eternal position at the Registration Office of the Damned.

Jack attempts to adjust to life on the Administrative Level of Hell where fire and brimstone have been replaced by board meetings and the occasional broken copier. But the whiny complaints of the recently-deceased and the legions of suited, cookie-cutter demons are the least of his problems. Try adding to the equation a dead ex-lover, a dangerous attraction to his high-ranking demon companion, Alexander Ridner, and the sticky and distorted anti-vampire politics of a Hell that is surprisingly like our own world.

AVAILABLE AT:

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Part Three: Nonsense!

I live in the middle of nowhere. My high school was literally in a corn field. Now, don’t get me wrong, there are good things and bad things about living in a place like this, out here in the middle of Ohio. The food is great, but you have to drive for at least thirty minutes to get to a movie theater. There’s a great small town sense of community, but farm animals do tend to outnumber people. A neighboring town has a festival completely dedicated to the pumpkin (and what a magnificent gourd it is!).

But let me tell you something that’s really great about living out here in the middle of nowhere:The woolly worms. You think I’m mad. You’re probably right, but I’ll explain. In the late summer around these parts, woolly worms are born in the fields. These are fuzzy caterpillars, if you don’t know what I’m blathering on about. Now, these woolly worms have a taste for danger. They like to live on the wild side. These bugs would hop on a Harley and do wheelies if they could.

Now, I’m not the Worm Whisperer; they didn’t tell me all this, but I’ll tell you how I know. It’s August. You’re taking a country road out to your grandmother’s, you’ve got the windows down and your blaring what is, if you live out here, probably Lynyrd Skynyrd. And before you, crossing the toasty, dusty road, are dozens and dozens of woolly worms.

Forget bulls! This is the Running of the Worms! Zillions of little fuzzy darlings attempt to share the road with motor vehicles so they can suck up the sweet, sweet heat of the asphalt! You know, I can’t tell if they’re really brave or really stupid. Maybe a little of both. But it’s ridiculous little things like this that make me actually like living in lands uncharted. You don’t see that downtown, do ya, city-slickers?

And, by the way, there’s a game that comes with this two-month-ish long event, and there are two ways to play it. One way is to see how many woolly worms you can dodge as you drive…I imagine you can figure out the other.

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I do hope you’ve enjoyed this segment of THREE-WAYS THURSDAYS and I want to thank Jennifer Rainey for being with us. I have read her novel, THESE HELLISH HAPPENINGS, and I adored it’s quirky wit and inventive premise. You should go check it out right now. Go on, you know you want to.

Until next time peeps!

~Karen

Mental Shrillness by Todd Russell – And Why Short Stories Rock!

MENTAL SHRILLNESS by TODD RUSSELL

Website: http://toddrwrite.com/

This collection of short stories, MENTAL SHRILLNESS is a very good example of abbreviated fiction at it’s finest. I’ll get to the book itself in a minute, but first I want to discuss Shorts in general.

Not everyone is a fan of short stories, but I tend to think that has more to do with what readers are used to (printable novel-length fiction) because that’s all Traditional publishers have printed for years. But I can see the tides a’turning, and if more authors of Mr. Russell’s caliber put these collections out there, I think readers will see that shorts are not “lesser” stories, they are just condensed. And much easier to read while your standing in line at the Post-Office.

In fact, writing a top-notch story is arguably harder to accomplish. There is much less real estate involved, and each and every word must pack the proverbial gut-punch. Think of it this way, if you asked to explain something in under 50 words or with a 1,000 word limit, which do you think would be easier?

Now, with that said, not all Shorts are created equal. It’s very hard to tell a compelling, complete story, and sometimes the overall story may suffer. That is not true with this horror collection from Todd Russell. His prose is as cutting and sharp as a scalpel, and he minces no time in drawing readers into his warped world.

Most certainly not for the faint of heart, MENTAL SHRILLNESS explores, in bite-sized portions, universal themes of betrayal, lust, mental illness, undying love and desire, with disturbing finesse.

I was disturbed by these stories, especially Pains in the Glass, Falling In Bobbitt and Death Warmed Over, though not as much as I probably should have been. Instead of personally being grossed out, I was sucked into as a silent observer, very much involved in the stories. I could see them, smell them, hear them- essentially this book played out like short episodes in my mind. I felt more than I read, if that makes any sense.

The last story The Illusion whispered faintly of a specific Nathaniel Hawthorne story to me, but I can’t tell you why without telling you how.  So instead, I invite you to read the story and post in the comments what story you think I’m referring to (explain yourself please as well) and there might be a goodie for whoever gets it right first. I must warn you though, the connection is tenuous at best, and I may be inventing it completely, but I do feel even my imagined binding-thread speaks volumes for the high level of writing in this collection.

The included Author’s notes are damn-near as interesting as the stories themselves, and it’s not everyday that you get to hear the method behind the madness. So, if you feel brave enough, drop a trail of breadcrumbs behind you, grab a flashlight, and enter into MENTAL SHRILLNESS.

Mental Shrillness is Available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Smashwords.

Co-Authoring Trend on the Rise

 I noticed, while preparing to read the James Patterson book  below, that he had a co-author for this book. This triggered the standard domino chain of synapses firing, and I remembered other Patterson books that were also co-authored. I had to ask myself, why in the world this commercially successful author needed someone to help him write books? This was a question that I had to answer.

After some searching on the net, a little bit of Partypoker, and 1/2 of a blueberry bagel, I found what I was looking for.

POP-QUIZ:

–Is Patterson so benevolent that he grabs an aspiring author up by the shirtcollars, effectively saying, “Here my child! Hitch your wagon to my Star!” while posing for the photogs?

–Has Patterson written so many dang-blasted books that he can no longer grasp that illusive *unique* idea?

–Has Patterson fallen into a deep coma, prompting a greedy agent/ publisher to hire someone to churn out more money makers?

THE ANSWER: none of the above.

Publicity and Money seem to be the key to this mystery.

You see, shrewd Patterson has decided to use his notoriety in conjunction with a struggling writers time. It seems dear Patterson makes the outline, and co-A drafts the first full novel. A round of “change this” or “try something different here” ensues, then out pops a blue-faced spanking new novel a la’ Patterson.

Ingenious really. With co-authors, Patterson can mass produce original books (kind-of) that don’t suck, while reaping in the extrapolated royalties.

Patterson is a man with his eyes on the prize! 

 

***So I wrote thisa while back, and addled-brained me forgot to post it. Still though, I think the topic is one of interest to writers as we see more and more co-authored novels hit the market.