Friday, March 22, 2013

The Freedman and the Pharaoh's Staff
by Lane Heymont



About The Author:

Lane Heymont was born in Pennsylvania. He earned a BA in Liberal Arts with a focus on literature and history. He also holds a double minor in psychology and business. After college, he turned his focus back to writing. Lane has several short stories published, one of which was recommended for the 2012 Bram Stoker Award in short fiction.








Genre: Historical, Fantasy, Slipstream
Publisher: Sunbury Press, Inc.
Release Date: December 23, 2012
Buy: Amazon

Book Description:

Jeb, a former slave, rescues his brother-in-law Crispus from the Ku Klux Klan, pulling him into a world of Creole Voodoo, hatred, time travel, and redemption. The two brothers-in-law set out to stop Verdiss and his Klan followers from using the Pharaoh's Staff, a magical artifact from ancient Egypt. Soon, Jeb and Crispus learn Verdiss’ diabolical plan and discover that he is working for an even more evil force. In the end Jeb and Crispus must stop the eradication of an entire people and each must find redemption for his own past sins.

Excerpt:

Allenville flashed in Jeb’s head. Bodies burning, people tortured and brutalized in the streets. Somehow he felt the same thoughts in Fallon. The way his slender hand tightened around his when he’d said the word. He imagined hatred blistering inside the boy. Maybe the need for a father blinded him. Thank the Lawd–that ain’t the case no more…I hope.
Jeb. Fallon. This way. I found a mambo a few blocks away on Laurel Street.” Crispus’s voice broke through the crowd.
Come on!” Fallon pulled Jeb through the throng of people. Crispus’s voice always sounded just beyond them, amidst the night madness of Baton Rouge. “Wait!”
Where’d he go?” Jeb tugged on Fallon’s hand, pushing aside a doughy man.
He took a right down Nacadian Road. Wait, Crispus!” The hideous ensemble of vendors, farriers, knackers, and other merchants crying out their goods seemed to drown out the boy’s call.
One moment, mayhem wracked the market, the next it fell silent. Fallon stopped, so Jeb did. He couldn’t move, the herd seemed to stop stampeding. Footfalls echoed in the street. The crowd spread. Then came the heavy clacks of soldier’s boots on the flagstones. A band of men, too many to tell. But Jeb knew them by the procession’s cadence–Confederate soldiers. Men clad in gray uniforms marching through Baton Rouge. No doubt, they’d be Klansmen too. Shouts of jubilation spread like wildfire among the townspeople.
Kill them carpetbaggers!” came a woman’s elegant voice.
Long live the general!”
The South shall rise again!” shouted a boy.
Jeb felt the panic in Fallon’s hand, his heartbeat racing as he pulled him away. “What general? I know that cadence like I know my field.” Jeb focused on dodging whatever lay in his way, stumbling over garbage and bumping into people.
Fallon stammered over his words, “Not–not–nothing. Nathan Bedford Forrest?” He gasped, tightening his grip on Jeb.
Somehow Jeb overcame his instincts, keeping his head bowed. Not daring to look up in fear that monster of a man would see him. Though blind, Jeb saw Forrest clad in the gray Confederate officer’s uniform, adorned with medals. He’d seen photos of him. Tall, in his fifties, a receding hairline and a curly mane of black hair. A well-kept goatee tinged gray like his uniform.
I can end it all. Fight through the crowd. A single shot to the head. To hell with being blind, I can do it. For a moment Jeb meant it, caressing his pistol. It’d be easy. Instead, he listened to the Ku Klux Klan founder, savior of the white race, and ender of Reconstruction, parade along the street. Celebrated by a throng of who knew how many people. They were closer now, close enough for Jeb to count them. Four guards following him. Plus Forrest, that’s five. Six shot pistol. Just enough for one miss. He gripped his pistol. It didn’t matter that the crowd loved Forrest, even cheered him on. Six rounds is enough. Jeb edged his pistol free from its holster.





Thursday, February 28, 2013

Goal Driven Women-Yales Smith

Goal Driven Women
by Yales Smith


Hello my name is Yales Smith I am originally from Fort Worth, Texas however; I have resided in Houston, Texas for the last seven years. I am an educator, father, veteran, supporter of Breast Cancer Awareness, and a lover of life. I believe that everyone has a purpose in life and you are either living your purpose or you are still trying to find yourself.






This is a inspirational and motivational book written to help anyone achieve their goals by applying the WAVA process. In addition, this book has a secret code that can be cracked and you could win $1000.00 if you are the first to crack the code. Also each book that is sold part of the proceeds will go towards Breast Cancer Awareness don't wait any longer if you want to be successful.

Gener: Self-Help
Release Date: September 24, 2012


Giveaway: There will be surprise gift cards $10 - $20 awarded during tour

for Amazon & Starbucks Gift Cards during the tour, so please let your readers know and encourage them to comment and share.

In Addition - if you crack the secret code in the book, you could also win $1000

Part of the Proceeds of this book go to Breast Cancer Awareness
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Wednesday, February 27, 2013

All About The Savage Boy--Nick Cole





About The Author:
Nick Cole is a working actor living in Southern California. When he is not auditioning for commercials, going out for sitcoms or being shot, kicked, stabbed or beaten by the students of various film schools for their projects, he can often be found as a guard for King Phillip the Second of Spain in the Opera Don Carlo at Los Angeles Opera or some similar role. Nick Cole has been writing for most of his life and acting in Hollywood after serving in the U.S. Army.



The Savage Boy by Nick Cole
Genre: Science-fiction
Publisher: Harper Collins Imprint: Harper Voyager
On-Sale: February 26

Description:

Amid the Wasteland remains of a world destroyed by a devastating Global Thermonuclear Armageddon, barbaric tribes rule the New American Dark Age. A boy and his horse must complete the final mission of the last American soldier. What unfolds is an epic journey across a terrifying post-apocalyptic tribal America gone savage. Jack London meets The End of the World.







1. What inspires you as a writer?  I think I’m drawn to destruction.  I always have been.  I like thinking about the end of the world or survival situations.   I like empty spaces and places where you can tell there might be some unseen or unknown story lurking amongst the weeds and wreckage.  Places often inspire me and sometimes even clothing or time periods.  It’s usually never a character.  That comes later.  But starting anew, amidst hardship, that sort of thing gets my attention.
2.  When did you have that ah ha moment when you knew you were a writer? Bypassing the “I always wrote and knew I wanted to be a writer” stuff which is sort of a given for anyone who wants to write, I would say just after my earnings began to justify the writing life.  Now, having said that let me say this:  Before that could’ve ever happened I had to have the faith that it was possible to one day sell something.  Yes, I knew I was a writer every time I received a rejection letter from a SciFi magazine or a website.  I knew I was a writer when I finished a manuscript to completion one hot summer afternoon on the second story of a house deep in the sweltering Central Valley of California and it felt good, like I had actually done real work.  I was still a long way from submitting it to anyone, but all by myself, at that moment I felt like a writer.  And, when my current agent initially rejected me, suggesting a rewrite and to submit again, yes, I felt like a writer.  I felt like a writer when he accepted that manuscript and still has not to this day managed to sell it through no fault of his own.  And there are many other small and quiet moments of feeling like a writer at any given point.  I give these examples to illustrate that most of these moments could have been taken as either some form of acceptance or conversely, rejection that I was indeed not a writer.  So we arrive at this truth:  We decide whether we are writers or not writers.  Don’t let any other human being have that power over you because they won’t take responsibility for the consequences of the decision to be or not to be.  I won’t lie to you and say that I lived in a world where I was as constant as the northern star in my belief that one day someone might buy something I had written.  I was filled with doubt.  I would wake up at 3 in the morning and say, “what am I going to do now?”  And yet, like the Biblical Abraham, I hoped for a city not yet seen.  I continued through the desert of rejection.  And yes I still felt like a writer, but there were many times that the feeling was not altogether good.  I think that’s part of the process.  It separates those that see it through from those that don’t.  For so much of my life I felt embarrassed to admit I was a writer especially because I hadn’t any success to show for my efforts.  But when that success did come, then yes, at that moment also, I felt like a writer as I had all those other times.  I just wasn’t embarrassed or melancholic about it.  I was grateful and, surprisingly, I was afraid.
3.  What is your writing process? The day to day process is simple:  It’s generally six days a week in the afternoon and evenings in a variety of places, i.e. desk, car, opera house, streets of LA.  I write on a laptop and my wife is a very busy opera singer.  We go everywhere together so I’m not fussy about location or rituals.  I do like to write on a computer but I’m not tied to it, so I guess if I ever end up in prison I’ll write on paper, though my hand does have a tendency to cramp up and I might be a bit busy what with all that prison stuff.  The actual writing process consists of me praying to God to bless my work and use it, and then writing or editing one chapter or section for the bulk of my time.  I try to work section to section ending at good stopping points where I’ve completed a particular bit and have a good idea about what needs to happen next.
4.  Tell us about your favorite character and why you chose to write about them?  The Old Man from my books is my favorite character.  I generally like older, interesting people who’ve lived a lot and have very specific knowledge.  I can generally get interested in just about anything, which is a good skill to have when writing and talking to people, as most people enjoy talking about themselves.  Not because they’re self- obsessed, but because it’s generally easier for most people to talk about what they know: themselves.  So I listen and occasionally learn a thing or two.  The Old Man is like that.  He’s old, he’s a bit of a rascal and he’s not finished.  Along the way he thinks about the past and what it all means.  He has some regrets, but, like the rest of us he’s hoping things will turn out alright.  He’s not crabby or cranky and he likes to help others which lends to his likeability.  The main thing I go back to about him is this: he’s not finished with life yet, and I find that interesting.
5.  What are you currently working on?  All three Wasteland novels are done and now I’ve got a zombie triptych in the works, of which one novel is done and I’ve been told good things about.  There are two more books to complete and I’m planning those out right now.  For the past month I’ve also been editing a military SF novel I wrote a year ago and I’m alternating between that and a Wind in the Willows-esque fantasy-cozy about murder and cheese.  I also just informed my wife that I would like to master Chinese cooking.  Oh, and I prestiged on Black Ops 2.
6.  Any upcoming events?  Harper Collins’ version of The Old Man and the Wasteland came out in January and the sequel The Savage Boy comes out on Feb 26th.  After that, the final Wasteland novel will be available this fall.
7.  If you could be anyone you like, who would you be?  I would like to be like Jesus.  Most people have a misconception or confused second hand information about Jesus.  Jesus was a really loving person who spent time with regular people and tried to make their lives better.  He had a real heart for people.  He would come into your house and eat and talk with you.  He listened to what people were really saying.  I think he made people feel that they had his complete attention, that what they were going through really mattered to Him.  I think I need to be more like that.
8.  Do you have any advice for new writers and something that a seasoned vet can learn?   The best advice I can give during what I feel is a revolution-in-progress right now in the world of writing is this:  Take the time to do your best work.  It’s very easy with Amazon and the other outlets to get your stuff up there as fast as possible and make a bad first impression.  It’s one thing to write a novel.  Great job.  Now it’s time to edit.  Edit for four months straight, five days a week.  One thing I suggest is editing out loud.  Read the manuscript to yourself as though you were an audio book actor (I like to pretend I’m either Garrison Keillor or Michael Beck).  Then find and pay a good editor.  Then edit it again and again until you can’t edit anymore.  Then, maybe, you can release it.  It’s too easy to listen to Amazon stories of “Gold in them thar hills!”  There is.  But if you release a poorly written and badly edited manuscript, you might never have another chance to do it again.  There’s a great quote by Vince Lombardi, “The will to win is important, but the will to prepare is vital.”  This is so true in what has become a golden age for writers to get their work out there.  It’s never been easier to get your manuscript in front of a paying public.  But don’t expect them to sift through all your chaff for a nugget of gold.  They will be merciless if you haven’t done your absolute best.  And sometimes, even if you have.
9.   Where can your followers find you?  Swing by and say hi @nickcolebooks on Twitter or leave a message on my website at nickcolebooks.com
10.              Any last words? If writing isn’t fun, do yourself a favor and go find something else to do.  You will be much happier.  It probably means that what you were made to do is still waiting for you to discover what it is.  So get rid of needing to write for any other reason than that it’s fun.  It’s not going to make you rich or make someone love you more.  It’s not going to give you dignity or status.  But if it’s fun then who cares what happens... you’re having fun doing what you love. 

Friday, January 4, 2013

Twilight of the Drifter--Shelly Frome



Making a Scene: stalking the key ingredients

by Shelly Frome

            When I was a little kid, I often heard mothers say, “We’re out in public. Don’t make a scene.” At first, I thought it meant, I want you to behave yourself or I will tell your father. Or, Please, I’m only going to ask you once. Don’t embarrass me. Later on, it seemed some parent in question was saying, Don’t you dare do anything to draw attention to us. Later still, I began to wonder what it would take to not only draw people’s attention but to sustain it. What could the child do besides acting out? Which, by that point, had become so predictable in shopping centers everywhere that it just didn’t play. No longer was repression and strict behavior part of our cultural landscape.
            Interesting enough, after years of acting, teaching, directing and playwriting, each time I tackle a novel I have to confront this same problem. I still marvel over Brando’s performance in the movie On the Waterfront when, for instance, disregarding what Budd Schulberg had written in the script, he picked up Eva Marie Saint’s delicate white glove. They were outside in the freezing cold in a park not far from the Jersey docks. The two  had barely met. Brando was an illiterate dock worker and Ms. Saint was playing a former convent girl as delicate as her gloves. Intuitively, Brando knew he wasn’t good enough for her. Intuitively, the closest he could get, the only way he could hold her there was to pick up the glove she had inadvertently dropped (which also wasn’t in the written scene), slip his hand inside and, in that way, keep her from leaving.  
            The noted movie director Robert Altman was fond of saying that every time the actors did what they were told—said what they were supposed to say, followed the stage directions to the letter—he had no movie. It was only the happy accidents that made the storyline work. It was because of something other, some elusive ingredient that any given scene sprang to life. And, inevitably, those were the moments that moviegoers remembered.
            So here I am, approaching another scene in a new novel I’m writing. As far as I know, Jed, my wayward central character, who is in deep trouble, is about to approach Babs, a power supply store owner, for some information. The scene falls flat because each character is doing exactly what I expected. It’s only when I have Babs wheel out a reconditioned DR brush cutter trying to deflect that things start to happen. The more she attempts to pawn it off on him, placing it between Jed and herself, the more obstacles Jed has to navigate around literally and figuratively. And the more Babs finds little devices to ward Jed off, the more the scene starts to percolate.
            It wasn’t the answer. It was only part of the improvisational process. To put it another way, What’s it going to take to “jack this up” to use novel guru Larry Brooks’ unfortunate phrase. (An expression he kept using during his Story Engineering sessions at a recent writers conference in Portland.)  
            I myself would rather ask, What will make this encounter reverberate and propel the story on? How can I make a scene?     


OK: What inspires you as a writer?
Some pressing unfinished business I need to come to terms with; a provocative wrong in the world I’m at odds with and have to put right or at least deal with; an intriguing place or setting that sparks an irrepressible journey or exploration—e.g., finding myself in the backwoods of the Deep South with its haunting history.   
OK: When did you have that ah ha moment when you knew you were a writer?
While trying my hand as a playwright, my first effort (a one-act) was immediately published by an enthusiastic lady who wrote that I “had a great feeling for a  dramatic engine.” Then when I stretched out, wrote a full-length and sent it to a noted author and professor of playwriting at Indiana University, I was told I “truly had writing gifts.” At that point, I felt I wouldn’t be kidding myself if I pursued some form of creative writing to see where it led me. Admittedly, I always seem to need some assurance from those in a position to know what it really takes.   
OK: What is your writing process?
In all cases I seem to be on a quest. At first it’s very vague. I have an idea what notion or set of dramatic circumstances is prodding me, I know what the catalyst is—the disturbance that sets everything in motion-- and I’m pretty sure the journey is going to take me from here to there. But I don’t know how I’m going to get there. At some stage I have to devise a logline, a one-sentence synopsis like the ones you find in movie guides or the book review section of the New York Times so I can pin down exactly what this novel is about. At the outset, I also have to determine who the major players are and make sure they contrast and will develop so that I’ll be surprised along the way. Taking this approach I’m guaranteed he story will be character driven an not just plot driven.

Along the way, I always discover missing links and holes where I have to do research and determine certain realities so that this particular odyssey if firmly grounded and not just floating free in my imagination. I also find that I do a lot of daydreaming before I jot down each scene so that I can picture events unfolding like a good movie. In a way, I’m always asking myself, Why here? Why now? and, So what? 

Last, but not least, I go over each scene and then a set of chapters until I have a through-line, always aware of the tempo and dynamics (contrasting waves of rising action and falling action, short scenes and more developed scenes, dialogue and synopsis, etc.) I want to be caught up in the story like an avid reader who is in the flow and has to keep going in order to discover what happens next.
OK: Tell us about your favorite character and why you chose to write about her or him?
That, of course, is like asking, Who’s your favorite child? But I am quite taken with Alice in my latest, Twilight of the Drifter. Some reviewer recently found her to be a cross between Holden Caulfield in Catcher in the Rye and Mattie Ross in True Grit.  All I know is that she’s barely fourteen, a runaway, has had a dreadful upbringing which amounts to no upbringing at all, and is a survivor. As a result, I never knew exactly what she was going to say or do, loved her cocky façade and hidden vulnerability, and was willing to follow her anywhere.
OK: What are you currently working on?
I’m writing a crime novel centering on a thirty-something handyman who becomes embroiled in the murder of his employer, a highly suggestible lady choreographer who’s sought refuge in a rundown cape in an isolated section of the Connecticut hills. Determined to challenge the circumstantial evidence weighing against him, he also seeks justice for the victim whom he’s unwittingly grown fond of. But like everything else, the harder you try to overcome something nearly impossible, the greater resistance. At this point, Jed finds himself on a collision course with elements of organized crime. As it happens, this murder is only part of a botched scheme and intended cover-up involving racketeering on the Jersey docks with probable stopovers in Manhattan, South Florida and various locales in and around Connecticut.                                                               Currently, this is as far as I’ve gotten.  

OK: Any upcoming events?
Tinseltown Riff, a Hollywood escapade, is scheduled to be released some time this spring. It’s a story that straddles the line between illusion and reality, fantasy and danger as it delves into the loopiest business on earth. An L.A. film agent recently wrote that even though she loves the milieu and the dynamics, Ben, my desperate hack screenwriter is basically a nice guy and nice guys aren’t trending right now. My publisher doesn’t agree. Hopefully readers will side with my publisher.
OK: Do you have any advice for new writers and something that a seasoned vet can learn?
I suppose the toughest thing is to try to come to terms with the new realities. There was a time when you could devote your energy toward honing your craft, refining your voice, deepening your work. Then after, say, getting some expert editorial advice, polishing a final draft and trying to get a good agent or sending the novel off to appropriate publishers. Nowadays, with the burden of salesmanship on the shoulders of writers, and through the relative ease of self-publishing, anyone and everyone it seems can call themselves an author. Not only that, they flood the Web and social media with self-advertisements (“buy me, buy me . . like me and I’ll do the same for you . . . my e-book is now only 99 cents, what a bargain . . . ”). As a result, it’s become harder to maintain any integrity. At a recent major writers conference in Portland, Oregon I was repeatedly advised that top flight agents and publishers receive at least 200 unsolicited submissions a day. If you can make personal contact and they like your pitch, they will still only read the first few pages. If they’re hooked, are convinced you’re a professional writer and think you’re on to something marketable, they’ll ask for more. 

I know this is a long answer to your question, but I’ve reached the point that the only thing that makes sense for me is to concentrate on my work, send it to my independent publisher when I think it’s ready, take the advice of my editor who will inevitably find glitches here and there, do what I can to help promote the book when it comes out and devote most of my spare time to the creative process.      
 OK: Where can your followers find you?
Twitter: @shellyFrome  Amazon: Shelly Frome; author central                    Facebook, Google +, Goodreads, Linkedin              info@sunburypress.com 
  


 OK: Thank you for stopping by Shelly!