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Rock*It Reads!

Today is the official launch date of Rock*It Reads, a new eBook brand.

Rock*It Reads

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Rock*It Reads is a group of stellar New York published authors who are also self-publishing romances.  We’ve each made a commitment to put out only high-quality self-published works, and the logo is intended to communicate that.

When readers buy a Rock*It Reads book, they can know they’re getting a story that has been tended with the same level of attention and professionalism we give our New York works. The logo is meant to be a sort-of ‘seal of quality,’ because we care as much about writing great stories as you do about reading them!

Rock*It Reads is not a publisher.  These are 100% self-published works, done by each author, on her own dime, on her own time.

We’ve simply banded together to form Rock*It Reads to help our readers find other high-quality self-published works.  We’re hoping that the logo will be a like a little beacon or guide though the world of self-published romances.

To further accomplish that, we’ve been invited to partner with B&N.com to launch a new column called “Love Rocks.” We’ll be spotlighting the best of indie romance on a bi-monthly basis.

My partners in this venture are: Vanessa Kelly, Pamela Clare, Cheryl Holt, Elisabeth Naughton, Monica Burns, Kris Kennedy, Margo Maguire, Lila DiPasqua, Sharon Page and Joan Swan. I’m so proud to be part of this very talented group.

Hope you’ll enjoy Rock*It Reads and have fun filling up your ereader. Look for us on Facebook and Twitter! Be on the lookout for some great contests and giveaways coming your way!

How about you? Have you jumped into using an ereader yet? I love mine. What’s been your experience with this new story delivery method?

RT UPDATE: Had a blast going up to Wisconsin yesterday with Jade Lee and Elizabeth Hoyt for Barbara Vey’s First Annual Readers Appreciation Luncheon. Heather Graham gave the keynote address. There were door prizes and raffle baskets and a book fair to benefit the local libraries. And, as they say in every small town midwestern newspaper, “a good time was had by all!”

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I was Tagged!

I’m here in Chicago getting ready for the first day of workshops I’ll be giving for the Aspiring Authors before the Romantic Times Convention begins in earnest on Wednesday. But my friend Bronwen Evans has tagged me in an internet game so I have to play.

It’s called the Lucky 7 game and the tagged author has to post a segment from one of her books. It must be from p. 77, starting at line 7 and going on for the next 7. Talk about random. Here’s hoping something coherent pops out.

Touch of a Rogue

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Oh, good. In Touch of a Rogue, it looks like Jacob and Julianne are discussing the inequality of the sexes:

“No matter how mean a man may be, a man is still captain of his own fate,” Julianne said. “You’ve never had to be at the mercy of others.”

“I fail to see how–”

“Are you treated as if you were an imbecile or a child, incapable of understanding the simplest matters of business or scholarship?”

“No.”

I am. You saw it for yourself in the way Lord Digory treated me in the King’s Arms.” She spat the words out. “Have you ever been used as a plaything by members of the opposite sex?”

Hope you enjoyed it. Now I’m supposed to tag 7 other authors. I’ll be calling out Monica Burns, Lila DiPasqua, Ashlyn Chase, Nicola Cornick, Grace Burrowes, Kris Kennedy, and Marie Force. Visit their blogs to see if they’ve posted an excerpt for the Lucky 7 game. Even if they don’t, they’re all worth visiting to try out some of their regular excerpts!

Oh, and be sure to pop by Bronwen Evans site since she started this whole thing! ;-)

Have fun!

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Support your Local Author

Elisabeth Naughton

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I don’t often republish posts from other sources, but this one from my friend and fellow Rock*It Reads author, Elisabeth Naughton, was so good, I wanted to pass it on to you. (If you haven’t tried Elis’s suspenseful paranormals, you are in for such a treat! Her newest, Enraptured, was a Publishers Weekly Top Ten Romance for Spring 2012 alongside my Touch of a Rogue!)

Today, Elisabeth is sharing how you can help support authors whose books you love. Believe it or not, readers have a great deal of power when it comes to signaling to the market what they want to see in the future. Here’s how to maximize your impact:

from Elisabeth Naughton…

Authors love hearing from readers who enjoy their books, but we love you even more when you spread that love around. I get asked all the time what readers can do to help me promo my books, and here’s a quick list for those that are interested.

(FYI, this goes for ALL authors, not just me.)

If you love a book, you can help the author by doing all or any of the following:

1. Post a Review! – Reviews help new readers find and buy books. If you love a series and want to see it continue, write a review so NEW readers can find the book too. Writers and publishers only continue series that are SELLING (Yes, unfortunately everything comes back to the bottom line). So if you love a book/series….write a review at Amazon, B&N, Goodreads, etc. to help guarantee it will go on.

2. “Like” books on sites like Amazon – overall rankings are based on a combination of “likes” and sales. The higher the ranking, the better odds new readers have to find the book.

3. Tell your friends! Give them a book to borrow, tell them about an amazing story or series. Talk about it via social media sites like Twitter and Facebook and your own blog (if you have one).

4. Sign up for the Author’s newsletter so you can find out when the next great book is released. (Sign up for mine at www.elisabethnaughton.com on the bottom of the homepage.) If you already get an author’s newsletter, forward it to a friend you think might be interested.

5. Like the Author’s Facebook page.

6. Join the Author’s readers group – if the Author has one.

All of these things help authors spread the word about their book AND guarantee those authors will keep writing the books you love. And this author can guarantee…we really really REALLY appreciate the help spreading the word because more than anything we want to continue to write the books you love to read.

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Thanks for sharing those tips with us, Elisabeth! Think I’ll take your advice right now.

Recommended Read:

Enraptured

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ORPHEUS—To most he’s an enigma, a devil-may-care rogue who does whatever he pleases whenever he wants. Now this loose cannon is part of the Eternal Guardians­—elite warriors assigned to protect the human realm—whether he likes it or not.

Orpheus has just one goal: to rescue his brother from the Underworld. He’s not expecting a woman to get in the way. Especially not a Siren as gorgeous as Skyla. He has no idea she’s an assassin sent by Zeus to seduce, entrap, then ultimately destroy him.

Yet Skyla herself might have the most to lose. There’s a reason Orpheus feels so familiar to her, a reason why her body seems to crave him. Perhaps he’s not the man everyone thinks… The truth could reveal a deadly secret as old as the Eternal Guardians themselves.

Happy Reading!

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Red Pencil Thursday 10th Century Style

Red Pencil Thursday

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My RPT volunteer is someone I’m looking forward to meeting in Chicago next week. She’s Karen Limbrick, one of the aspiring writers who are gathering in Illinois a couple days before the Romantic Times Convention begins in earnest to focus on the writing craft. Working with the ‘aspirings’ is my favorite part of RT and I can’t wait. There’s something so invigorating about being surrounded by creative people–people who also hear those character voices in their heads and don’t find it strange that you do, too.

As you know, we can’t have our online critique group unless someone steps forward to take the hot seat. So, if you have a manuscript you’re working on, let me encourage you to volunteer for Red Pencil Thursday. Check out the “how to” details.

The evil seed sown

Wipes love asunder.

Two souls searching

For an eternal resting place

From the evil that dost embrace them.

Mia: I love a little vignette like this to begin. It sets a great tone. However, I wonder if it should read ‘the evil that doth’ instead of ‘dost.’

Karen: Well I went on my gut there.

Prologue; Wessex England 958 AD

Mia: Brave girl. A prologue and an out-of-the-box time period. You have my complete attention.

Karen: Excellent – that is my intention! Besides being in love with the tenth century, I wanted to write about a time period not addressed often. Other than as Viking stories that is.

She sighed in relief, having reached the safety of the dimly lit corridor. The danger of discovery was not yet over, however. She prayed to the Virgin Mary while keeping her head lowered and stepping quickly down the long hallway.

Mia: Dropping us into a suspenseful situation is a strong beginning? If ‘She’ is our heroine, I’d really like to know her name.

Karen: Well I did struggle with whether or not to reveal her identity right away because she is not the heroine but the reason for my heroine’s “story”. My heroine, Alys appears in chapter one, in present day.

Lost in her quiet supplication, she didn’t notice, at first, as another set of footsteps softly echoed hers in the silence of the darkened hall. Only one rush light burned without much vigor, casting shadows where there were none to be cast. It was late, she was worried Ælfgifu would come looking for her, or so that was the reason she gave herself for having a prickly feeling of apprehension course through her. She hurried her pace.

Mia: You set us up for danger in the first paragraph, then seem to be walking it back here. I’d rather see the tension still racheted up. Plus you make your heroine look a little flaky if she’s panicking one minute and making up reasons why she shouldn’t the next. Keep the pressure on and we’ll be riveted.

Karen: I see your point. The danger she is wary of is different than the danger that is stalking her, which is revealed later in more detail. It was my thought that we tend to second guess ourselves when we sense something but have no evidence for it to be happening, “so it can’t be” so to speak. I can work on adjusting that if it’s too confusing.

Was it her imagination or was the other set of footsteps quickening, keeping pace with hers? She stopped and spun around, intent on assuaging her rapidly growing fear by confronting the other party. She peered into the darkness. No one was there. Nor were there any footsteps. No breathe in the air around her. Just stillness and the shadows dancing from the rush light. She scolded herself for her silliness and continued on.

Mia: Since you’ve given her no one to speak with, consider doing a quick internal dialogue. Try this:

What was that? It sounded like another set of footsteps quickened, keeping pace with hers.

Karen: Mia I agree – while this is to be a silent exodus, internal dialogue makes complete sense!

Keeping her thoughts focused on arrival of her destination she remained alert. There it was; the whisper of a shoe on the dirt floor, the swish of fabric from a cloak she knew not to be hers. She was not imagining it. Spinning again to face her would be nemesis, she didn’t feel the pain as the blade of a dagger plunged into her belly; shock took that privilege away from her consciousness.

Mia: The first sentence is awkwardly constructed. The destination isn’t arriving, she is. Love the details you include here, the whisper of a shoe, swish of fabric.

Karen: I see it now!

Mia: While I have never experienced a knife wound, I can’t imagine that she wouldn’t feel pain. Is there someone from among the online gang with more info for us?

Karen: I am working on the premise that shock keeps pain at bay when the body endures a sudden and violent injury. It’s the bodies interior defense mechanism … Often the pain we feel from an accident isn’t the first thing we feel, we just think it is… But I will research this more specifically or would love feedback on this.

She felt the steel grip of a hand on her shoulder and the pressure of another body embracing her. She felt the impact as the blade was pulled out and plunged in, stabbing, slicing, over, and over again by her unknown assailant. But she did not feel the pain. She tried to defend herself. She put her hands up to shield her face and felt the numb tingle of the blade as it swiped across her palms and fingers. She didn’t even know if she screamed. Everything was sticky with blood. She was losing the ability to fight; the blood streaming in her eyes blurred her vision. She reached and grabbed for her assailant, grasping at whatever she could to try to stop the madness, holding on to whatever her hands could. Slowly, she sunk to the floor in weakness, desperate for the assault to end, landing in a heap, blackness taking over, her life blood seeping out around her in a pool, soaking Ælfgifu’s beautiful blue mantle. Her eyes staring but unseeing, she heard the footsteps running away from her, leaving her to lie here on the dirt floor of the corridor until someone stumbled upon her. Poor Ælfgifu. Who would protect her now? Her breathing became a rattle of death. She squeezed her fist tightly around the object within. She wouldn’t let go. It was her only hope. It was her last act of protecting her mistress, her Queen, her friend.

Mia: This paragraph is pretty dense and long. There’s a lot going on. I’d like to see it broken up into smaller chunks. The action is brutal and quick. Consider mirroring that in your prose. Use shorter sentences. Tighten the action. For example:

She reached and grabbed for her assailant, grasping at whatever she could to try to stop the madness, holding on to whatever her hands could.

Could be shortened to:

She clutched at her assailant, trying to stop the madness.

It says the same thing, but it keeps the momentum roaring forward. Also still not buying that she doesn’t feel pain. Unless the first swipe of the blade is across her larynx, she’s going to be screaming. I think you need to rethink a few things here.

Karen: Mia – I see your point, I work on that. As for not screaming – I felt she was so taken by surprise and so wrapped up in literally fighting for her life that she has no breath for screaming. I will consider your thoughts, I may have to do a little research on accuracy of reactions.

Another lay, not far away in the recesses of an alcove, in a pool of blood from wounds dissimilar to Edwinna’s in that the knife wielded cruelly, sliced through muscle and sinew of the legs, crippling its victim, leaving her to die a long, slow and agonizingly painful death. Death brought on by loss of blood as the body lies helpless in a wake of being crippled. Not the quick death that Edwinna now succumbed too.

Mia: Finally, we know her name! I really want you to put it in sooner. If you want us to care that she dies, we need to know who she is and why she’s being stalked.

Karen: Okay – so that settles the conflict I had about revealing her name earlier.

Mia: Now a word about omniscient POV, which is what you’ve drifted into here. It removes the reader from the immediate action. It’s as if we were in the midst of the scary, gothic painting you’ve created and now we’re shoved beyond the frame to peer at it from outside. How essential is it that the reader know about this other victim at this moment?

Karen: hmmm. So, do you think I’ve misused Omniscient POV? Regarding the other victim: I felt very important as it is a crucial part of the story and the murder my heroine has to solve. I felt introducing it here in this way would pique the readers interest.

Mia: There’s not enough about it to yank us away from the immediate brutal murder we just witness. Right now, we care about what happened to poor Edwinna, the valiant friend of the Queen we don’t know yet. By moving immediately to another unnamed character you’ve diluted our capacity for empathy. I’d wait till another time to reveal that there has been another killing.

Karen: I will examine the placement of the other victim later in the story. Now that you mention it, while its crucial to the story its placement here may be out of touch with the primary thread. I didn’t see it before.

Mia: Also there is no dialogue at all in this opener. Is there something the killer might say when they attack? Does Edwinna see her killer’s face? Does a name slip through her lips with her final breath? Is it not the killer’s name, but the person she’s protecting if you want to engage in misdirection?

Karen: Again – good point and I will address that – I wrote with the thought that any clues she may have to her killers identity are revealed later in the story as this whole scene is unraveled in detail as well as the victims murders in relation to each other as well as my heroine

Mia: Give it some thought. Good start. Thanks for letting me take a peek at your work.

Karen: THANK YOU very much Mia. It’s an honor to be in the hot seat! I Look forward to meeting you next week at the convention and learning more!!!!

Mia: Oh, no. Five kittens bite the dust. (In case you haven’t visited RPT before, I often quote editor Heather Osborn’s sage advice “Every time you use an exclamation point, you kill a kitten.” However, I think that applies only to fictional prose, not to general blogging. ;-0)

Karen LimbrickKaren’s Bio: I am an aspiring writer, mother of 5, and co owner of a business with my husband. My primary occupation is bookkeeper for the business. I currently live in North Carolina, on the coast with 3 of my children and my husband as we start a new business. I am also deeply into geneaolgy and someday hope to write a romance novel based on my own great grandparents trials and tribulations settling in IL in the mid 1800′s.

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Now it’s your turn to weigh in. What suggestions or encouragement do you have for Karen?

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International Sales!

Just a quick  note to share some exciting news! Touch of a Thief has sold to Gentosha, a Japanese publisher. My editor asked jokingly if I’d made this sale when I was in Tokyo last month. No, but I did recognize Shibuya, the region of the city where the publisher is located.

In other news, Cora, a German publisher, has acquired the rights to Maidensong and Erinsong. If I see the new cover art for all these international versions I’ll find a way to share them with you.

Plus I can finally share a secret project with you today. It’s something I’ve been working on for almost a year. I’m chatting about it with Vanessa Kelly (one of my partners in crime!) over at her blog. I hope you’ll join us there for some exciting news! Plus a chance to win one of my eBooks.

Oh! and be sure to drop by here tomorrow when I’ll have another aspiring writer in the Red Pencil Thursday hot seat.

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Red Pencil Thursday

Red Pencil Thursday

Volunteer for Mia's online critique group!

Today my RPT volunteer is Erin Bentley–one of the aspiring writers I’ll be working with in Chicago in a couple weeks. I always go early to the Romantic Times Convention so I can give some workshops for Bobbi Smith’s Advanced Writers track and Judi McCoy’s Beginners. Sadly, Judi passed away this year, so the gathering is going to be bitter sweet. But Linnea Sinclair has stepped into the gap, so I know the newbies are in good hands.

As you know, we can’t have our online critique group unless someone steps forward to take the hot seat. So, if you have a manuscript you’re working on, let me encourage you to volunteer for Red Pencil Thursday. Check out the “how to” details.

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ACT OF CHARITY

Mia: Cute title and appropriate since her heroine’s name is Charity.

CHAPTER ONE

Chicago 1883

Sam Wesley consulted the scrap of paper that a helpful station attendant had given him. It held the directions to Multon Manor, the boarding house his wife had taken up residence in when she left him.

Mia: Ok, you’ve started with a conflict. We know Sam’s wife left him. Excellent. If a story has no conflict, there is no story.

Erin: I got this image of a guy looking at piece of paper while I was on campus. Someone was looking for Theatre Department, which was one building over from where I was. It made me remember a piece of advice a mentor of mine: “If in doubt how to start a story, begin with something simple and everyday. What was is more simple and everyday than trying to find a place that you are unfamiliar with.

As he read the directions, he was acutely aware of the city people staring at him. No doubt he looked odd, dressed in his Sunday suit, his stenson and boots, looking like a country bumpkin not sure of where he was. Well he was no bumpkin, but he had no idea of where he was.

Mia: I love fish out of water stories! A cowboy in the big city is great.

The hat name is Stetson and should be capitalized. When it was first introduced in 1865, the cowboy hat was only popular in the West, but by 1883, it would have been worn in eastern cities as well. In 1886, the Stetson factory in Pennsylvania was the largest hat manufacturer in the country. So you need something else to make your hero to stand out. Is he carrying a weapon? I’m sort of thinking of Quigley Down Under with his long barreled rifle. What marks him as out of place?

Erin: I realized it said ‘stenson’ after I sent it to you. Yeah, silly me and my spell check trying to help me. It has since been corrected in the MS.

“Are you lost?” a soothing voice asked.

He turned and looked down into the periwinkle eyes of a young woman who could not have been a day over twenty. She was dressed sensibly in a faded blue calico with matching wool shawl to keep the chill of the wind away. The wind caught stray piece of her flaxen hair and made them dance.

Mia: Deft description. ;-) I can definitely see her, however, you’re in your hero’s POV, so your prose needs to be masculine. Men do not generally think of blue as periwinkle. What would a guy notice and how would he think about it? That’s all you can share here.

In the last sentence, piece is singular, them is plural. We need to make your words agree. Change them to it and you’re good to go.

Erin: I can see that. Purplish-blue rather than periwinkle. Got it. Do not think like a girl. I have been planning to go back and fix some things when I finished the chapter. I will add this to my list of things to fix.

“Uh…yes,” he answered, finding his voice and sounding like an idiot. “I’m trying to find Multon Manor. It’s a boarding house.” He showed her the piece of paper.

Mia: Even in 1883, men hated asking for directions! He may think he’s an idiot, but lest we think so too can you add something about how he found his way from some distant outpost all the way to Chicago without a problem? It’ll show us he is capable, resourceful and also lets us know where he’s been.

Erin: Okay, make Sam more manly. Easily fixable.

She frowned a little, not in annoyance but in an expression of mixed feelings. “Why are you looking for Multon Manor?”

Mia: We’re still in Sam’s head. He can’t know why the girl is frowning. He can only see her frown. He can guess what’s behind another’s facial expression, but he can’t be sure. There are some limitations when you use tight POV, but the pay off is that your reader can identify more closely with your character.

Erin: This is a very bad habit of mine. Switching POV mid-paragraph. It is something that I know I have to keep working on and try to keep in mind when I write, but sometimes when I get in the zone, I forget. This is why I love critique groups!

“My wife is staying there.”

“Are you Mr. Wesley?”

“Last time I checked. My wife’s name is Marie.”

She bit her lower lip. “We’ve been expecting you at the Manor.” She swallowed. “I’m so sorry, sir.”

Mia: Think for a minute about the distances involved at this time and the state of communications. Did someone send Sam a message? Why are they expecting him?

Erin: I had not really worked all that out yet. This began as a free write. No planning, just writing. Something else to add to my list of stuff to figure out.

“What for?”

“Ms. Marie passed away last night.”

That would be Miss Marie not Ms. That title didn’t come into being till the 1970′s.

Really? Okay it’s Miss Maire then.

He stared blankly at her. Marie was dead. He waited for the feelings of guilt and sorrow to wash over him. But oddly the only feeling he had was the sense of relief that flooded him. He was free of a bad marriage. Then despair filled him. He could lose his land. That Goddamned land agent could take it away because he was no longer married. Yes, his wife was dead, but they had been separated for more than a year. Todd Beedle was already trying to use that to repossess the land and sell it to his mining cronies. But since Sam was legally still married, Beedle was fighting an up hill battle. With Marie dead, he was in trouble.

Mia: Right now, I’m not liking Sam much. Even if his marriage was terrible, he’s only thinking about himself. He’s not walking the hero’s path here at all. The woman is dead. Can’t he have one charitable thought about her?

I wonder if you could get the info about how he needs to be married in order to save his land a little later. Let him process this death by itself. As long as we know in the first 5 pages, it’ll be soon enough. Right now, it’s more important to give us a sense of Sam. Let us know he has a heart.

Erin: You’re right. Sam is not being a good guy, but that can be fixed. We find out later that Sam and Maire had a shotgun wedding and there is no love lost between them, but you’re right he could be a little more compassionate about her passing.

I have to do a little bit more research into land grants and such in the 19th century, which is no easy task. As far as I know, anyone could be a land agent and make up the rules about the land as they saw fit. The government was only concerned that the land was signed for and that it was proved up within five years. Again, I need to do some more research to know for sure, but that is my understanding.

Mia: A word on names… I really like Beedle for the bad guy’s name. It has a slightly insectoid sound to it.

Erin: It is a great name, isn’t it? The phone book is my friend when it comes to finding last names.

“Sir? Mr. Wesley?”

One problem at a time. “Sorry. I didn’t hear you.”

She gave him a comforting smile. “I asked if you would like me to show you to the Manor? It’s nearly lunchtime and you surely want to pay your respects.”

“Yeah. Right.” He readjusted his grip on his bag. “And who are you, ma’am?”

“Charity Bullard. I live at the Manor. I was with your wife when she passed.”

He nodded. “Did she suffer?”

“I would like to think she didn’t, but I think we both know what cholera can do to a body. But I rather think that this talk is better done indoors.”

Oops! Cholera was no longer a problem in Chicago by the early 1880′s due to improvements to public sanitation. See http://www.chicagolife.net/content/health/Choleras_Influence . It’s easy to miss this sort of historical detail, but that’s why we research because I promise there will be a reader out there who knows about it. Romance readers are very knowledgeable and it doesn’t take very many slips to pull them right out of the story.

Plus if Charity was with Marie when she died of cholera, she is probably infected! Time to look for another disease for Sam’s wife to succumb to. Now, if she died in childbirth and Sam hasn’t seen her in a year, we know why he isn’t too saddened by her demise.

Good start, Erin! Looking forward to meeting you in Chicago.

Erin: I picked cholera as a stand in disease. It was the first disease that came to mind when I was writing, so I ran with it, intending to replace it later.

Ohhh! Childbirth. I like it. Poor Sam. First his estranged wife dies without a chance to let bygones be bygones, now he has a child that is not his own to decided what to do about. Bad Mia, giving me ideas. Time to re-write. That changes the whole dynamic of the story.

Thanks, Mia. See you in Chicago. Less than two weeks to go. WooHoo!

Erin BentleyBio: Erin is from the great state of Alaska and has been writing since she was twelve-years-old. When she is not writing, she is looking for a place to read or she is out participating in a Renaissance Faire. If it’s rainy outside, you won’t find her inside, she is will be out splashing in the rain.

Blog: http://erinbentleyblog.blogspot.com/

Website: https://sites.google.com/site/erinbentleyauthor/

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Now it’s your turn to weigh in. What helpful suggestion do you have for Erin?

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Red Pencil Thursday Goes to Italy

Red Pencil Thursday

Volunteer for Mia's online critique group!

I’m so delighted to bring you a new RPT volunteer–Molly Maka. Her WIP is called Angel and it’s set in WWII. I know conventional wisdom says historical romance should be plunked down squarely in Regency England (and I love a good Regency as much as the next girl) but I get excited by out of the box times and places.

As you know, we can’t have our online critique group unless someone steps forward to take the hot seat. So, if you have a manuscript you’re working on, let me encourage you to volunteer for Red Pencil Thursday. Check out the “how to” details.

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Monte Cassino, Italy
February, 1944

“Incoming!” someone screamed from outside.

The first explosion shuddered the ground beneath Ginger’s feet.  A thin fog of dust floated down from the roof of the dim, olive drab tent.  She steadied the metal tray of medical supplies and went back to rebandaging Sergeant Armstrong’s leg.

Mia: First, kudos for dropping us into the heat of action. So often the opening of a story is tentative or bogged down with backstory. You’ve hit the ground running. Yay!

Molly: Thank you! That’s exactly what I wanted to do. This story does not warrant flashbacks or connections to letters in my mind.  I wanted to put the reader right in the midst of World War II.

Mia: The first explosion sentence structure is a little awkward. It’s not the explosion that shuddered. It’s the ground. I’d rework it like this:

The ground shuddered beneath Ginger’s feet.

Molly: I like that. I could never figure out why it didn’t sound right.

Mia: You don’t know it’s the first explosion at this point. It may be the only one. Now pull us in close with a visceral reaction from our heroine. What is she feeling? Does she lean over to shield the sergeant’s wound with her own body from the debris falling? Does she struggle to maintain her composure for the sake of her patient?

Molly: All awesome questions and it really gave me an idea on how to tighten this up.  I was trying to keep the action moving and was afraid getting into her head would slow things down.  Also, good point about the explosion.  I’m trying to make it out to be basically the start of the attack, but I see what you mean.

It had been so close…closer than normal.  A second explosion followed the first.  What was going on?  It had been quiet for days.

Mia: One way to really pull your reader in is to take her inside the mind of your protagonist. Instead of ‘It had been so close…’ how about giving us her direct thought–That was close! A second explosion followed. What’s going on?

Molly: I like that.  I think again, it was me being afraid that I would slow down the pace.

Mia: As long as you’re not setting up camp in her head, you’re not in danger of slowing the pace. What’s quicker than a thought?

“Move!  Find cover!” a short dark-haired medic shouted, pushing through the tent.  His head streamed blood, and most of his combat uniform was in shreds from just below the knees showing the peppering of shrapnel up and down his legs.

Mia: At this point, we don’t need to know the medic is short or dark-haired. We’re in the thick of the action. Give us the essentials and we’ll fill in the rest. If he has a name, use it here.

Molly: Sadly, he has no name.  I jokingly called him Random Medic #3, so I don’t know if I ought to differentiate him since he doesn’t have a name.

“They’re bombing the unit!” he continued to yell, trying to push off the nurses who came to attend to him.

Mia: They’re bombing the unit is pretty obvious. If you’re going to put that in there, at least tell us who they are. It’ll give us more of a sense of who’s fighting where.

Molly: Good point.  I think I just assumed that the reader saw Italy, 1944 and could infer that it was the Battle of Monte Cassino against the Germans.

He started aiding the wounded soldiers.  “Get up! We have to evacuate!”

Ginger stared at the chaos, motionless.  It was as if the world had changed to a film running far too slowly and she couldn’t find a way to speed it up.

Mia: Nice use of a newly emerging technology for this time. ;-)

Molly: Thanks.  I love keeping my readers fully entrenched in the time period.  I think it’s the historical reenactor in me.

Another explosion screamed just outside the tent.  The force was enough to send her flying backwards against the empty cot next to Sergeant Armstrong.  A searing pain seeped up the back of her skull.

“Ginger!  We’ve got to get you out of here!” the sergeant yelled over the deafening explosion.

He had managed to pull himself off his cot and held onto one of the wooden support poles of the tent.  His rough and calloused hand reached out for her.  Ginger grasped it, and though he was still weak, his strength hauled her up as though she weighed nothing.

Mia: As though she weighed nothing is a bit of a trope. Plus the guy is wounded. If you end the sentence at up, we still get that the good sergeant is strong.

Molly: You totally helped me again tighten and tidy where I could not figure it out.

Without thinking, she draped his arm over her shoulder and helped him make his way to the exit.  All around them, nurses, medics and doctors scrambled to get their patients up and out.

She searched the chaos for her medic, Boots.  Finally, she caught sight of him.

Mia: Boots is a great name! Is he the medic speaking earlier? Please name him the first time we see him. We’re in Ginger’s POV. If she knows someone’s name, we should know it too.

Molly: No, he’s a different guy.  Since the earlier medic is only there for really that short moment, do you think he needs a name?

Mia: No, I think you only need to use one medic. Have Boots do the speaking earlier. You have enough going on without cluttering up the cast with nameless ‘spear carriers.’ It’s always a good idea to combine smaller characters and let them wear different masks depending on the needs of the scene. First Boots is a herald, announcing a change in action. Then he acts as a threshold guardian, directing traffic. (See The Hero’s Journey by Vogler for more about character archetypes.)

He stood at the tent flap barking orders to get the men onto waiting trucks or to foxholes.  His mousy brown hair had fallen into his face and partially obstructed his round glasses.

“Boots!  Which way?” she screamed over the racket of warfare.

Mia: Always go for specific nouns. Shelling is more specific and descriptive than warfare.

Molly: I like that much better!

“They’re strafing the hospital.  No place is safe!” he shouted back.

She desperately made her way over to him with Sergeant Armstrong in tow.  His broad, heavy frame weighed her down, but she kept moving until she reached Boots.  The chaos outside looked gruesome.

Mia: I can’t see where they are exactly. How far are they from Boots? What’s in their way? Chaos is a unique enough word that you shouldn’t use it twice in the first 500 words. Plus The chaos outside looked gruesome is telling. Show us by giving specific details what Ginger is experiencing.

Molly: Good point.  I think I was seeing it in my head and not getting all the details on the page.

“Ginger, take me to a foxhole.  If I can get a rifle, I can help repel ‘em!” Sergeant Armstrong said.

Mia: We like Armstrong very much! Please tell me he’s your hero.

Molly: Unfortunately, he is not, but I want to give him his own story one day.

“Are you crazy?  You’re wounded!”

“Don’t need my leg to fire a gun,” he countered.  “Let’s go before more people get hurt.”

Ginger looked out at the carnage, then back at the strapping young sergeant in her charge.  “All right.”

An eerie silence surrounded the pair as they emerged from the tent.  A few of the jeeps sat engulfed in flames.  Fiery fingers grasped at whatever they could consume.

Mia: Oh, I had them outside the tent already for some reason. Didn’t she move toward Boots? This is a good example of how we as writers can see our scene in great detail, but the reader doesn’t always get the same message. The Prime Directive of writing is “First, be clear.” Don’t make your reader wonder how your scene is playing out. Be direct. Be specific. Show. Don’t tell.

Molly: Thanks for pointing that out.  I do need to be more clear in that section.

Mia: Great start!

Molly: Thank you so much for a great critique.  You really gave me good ideas to tighten what’s already there.  I knew it needed to as much as I kept it action packed but this gave me a clear direction.

Molly Maka

Molly Maka

Molly’s Bio:
Molly Maka is an aspiring author and a 1940′s girl at heart.  When she isn’t writing or at work, you can find her traipsing through various time periods as a historical reenactor or volunteering with the Stars and Stripes Honor Flight.

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Now it’s your turn to offer Molly your opinion. The point of Red Pencil Thursday is helping each other improve our storytelling skills. I hope you’ll share your thoughts and Molly does too!

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Lucky

I’m not Irish–the fam is mostly British on both sides, though we’ve been on this continent since the early 1600′s, which pretty much means they were in deep trouble in the Old Country–but on this day when Boston is still celebrating St. Patrick, I’m feeling lucky anyway. I apologize for being a fusspot yesterday, but I’m doing better today. It’s amazing how much it helps when I remind myself how very fortunate I am.

One of the recent blessings was our trip to Tokyo. My DH had to go on business and I was able to tag along for pleasure. He’s been in the travel IT industry for most of his working life, so we’ve been able to take trips like this that wouldn’t have been financially possible for us otherwise.

Downtown Tokyo

Information Overload

If you follow my blog, you know I’m sort of the Anti-Shopper. Whip me, beat me, don’t make me shop. That’s my mantra. But while we were in Tokyo, we did venture out to their “Times Square” area and visited a Pachinko parlor.

This is sort of a slot machine parlor, except the decibel level is more like a 747 taking off. With the raging music, the tinkling machines, bells and flashing lights, I couldn’t hear myself think in there.  But folks seemed to love it because almost every seat was filled.

Then we poked around in a ginormous 8 story department store, the basement of which was wholly devoted to food.

Toxic Sushi

Eat at Your Own Risk

The vendors sing-songed the virtues of their wares. They handed out samples. Fortunately, I like sushi and sasshimi. One of the things they weren’t dishing out was a sushi delicacy made of poisonous Puffer fish. Sushi chefs who work with this unique fish have to be specially trained and licensed by the state. It take skill to carve out the toxic gland without releasing the poisons into the paper thin slices. It looked intriguing, but I passed. People do die from eating it on occasion. It’s strictly a “chew at your own risk” gastronomic experience.

$50 Melons

$50 Melons

The prices we saw on fresh produce there were a shock. A dozen oranges cost the equivalent of $100. A single cantaloupe with a bit of the stem still intact was offered for nearly $50 (approx. 4725 yen). I’m not sure why the prices were so steep unless the Japanese have lost far more farmable land in last year’s nuclear disaster than we suspected.

At any rate, I’ll never complain about Stop-N-Shop prices again!

White Day Gifts

White Day Gifts

The Japanese don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day, but they do have what they call “White Day” in March. Chocolates are a favorite gift for lovers there too.

The DH and I splurged a bit on some Japanese pastry. We chose a decadent little chocolate cake that was gilded a bit with gold frosting. It was fabulous when we shared it later in our hotel room along with a rich cup of espresso.

Tokyo by night

Tokyo by Night

I’m a very lucky girl and I know it. I’ve visited tomorrow (a fun perk of crossing the international date line–the closest we can come to time travel!) I’d always hoped to visit Asia some day, but never thought I would. Aside from all the wondrous sites and experiences, the Japanese people were the nicest surprise. I was so very impressed with their culture and ethics. I was blessed by this trip in hundreds of ways, but I would love to see Japan during cherry blossom time and venture out into the countryside.

Is it wrong to hope I can go again?

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‘Scuse me while I fuss

I’m not usually a complainer, but I received a phooey message shortly after I woke this morning. My friend Rowena Cherry sent me an email letting me know that once again Sins of the Highlander is being offered as a free download on a pirate site.

This is not unusual, but I always feel violated by it. When I was a kid, the big brother of one of my friends stole my very first purse, took the few coins in it, and left the sad little pink thing all ripped and soiled in the ditch. It was my first brush with someone who took from me because he could and it made me feel sick. I feel the same way now.

The thing that makes me really shake my head is that I suspect people who’d never consider shoplifting will download a pirated copy of my work and not suffer a smidge of guilt. They may not even realize what they’ve done. I wonder what would happen if they opened their pay envelope at the end of the week and discovered there was nothing there because someone had downloaded their salary.

I’m also more than a little offended that the uploaders at these sites are called “pirates.” That’s far too romantic, too heroic, too Disney a name for them. They are thieves. We should let them wear that label.

In order to have the pirate copies taken down, I used to have to send a detailed email, explaining that I held the copyright to the work and had not authorized the free distribution. I had to PROVE I had standing in order to protect my work. Now both my publishers help with tracking down and removing the illegal files, but one site logged over 2500 downloads before my publisher was able to shut them down.

That many downloads can mean the difference between hitting a list or not, earning out an advance, or even whether or not an author is offered another contract.

Don’t mistake me. I have no problem with readers sharing my books with their friends. I consider it a great compliment and hope you do. I have no beef with second-hand bookstores, even though authors don’t make a dime on the second sale of a book. The hope is that readers will enjoy my work enough that they’ll watch for the next release and buy it new. I’m tickled to pieces when a library buys my books and lends them out.

But I’m always sad when someone throws my stories up on a pirate site.  The internet is still the Wild Cyber West and has resisted efforts to have order imposed on it. I’m not sure what the solution is, but I hope someone will come up with a viable way to protect intellectual property.

Thanks for letting me rant. Has anyone ever stolen from you?

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Recording Your Dreams

Colon Cancer Ribbon

Cancer--Preventable, Treatable, Beatable

In November 2008, I was diagnosed with cancer. It was a total shock to me. There’s nothing like being smacked with your own mortality to get you thinking about life, faith, and the people who are important to you. With our 401K swirling the bowl in the crash of 2008, I started thinking what a privilege it would be to have to worry about retirement.  The idea of not having a future was unimaginable. (And as you know, I have a pretty good imagination!)

I was treated with surgery and my prognosis is excellent. (Thank you, God!) But I still visit my oncologist regularly for screenings to make sure the cancer hasn’t recurred. It takes 5 years before they use the word “cure.”

I recently received a request from Melanie Bowen about guesting on my blog about dealing with cancer. Since this disease touches so many people, I agreed to host her, even though my blog is usually given over to more light-hearted fare. I was pleased to see that her post is all about goals and dreams and forward thinking. If a cancer patient needs anything, he/she needs hope and Melanie offers it. So now without further ado, here’s Melanie:

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Take a step back and truly think about what do you want out of life and how can you be sure that you are going fit it all in? The truth of the matter is that there may be many things you want to do: however, unless you start planning them today, you are only holding yourself back from potentially reaching your dreams in the most efficient way possible. One of the best things that you can do for yourself is write down all of your hopes, aspirations and even emotions you need to sort out. Once you have written them down, you will have a personal and tangible reminder of what you want out of life.

Facing Problems

If you are dealing with mesothelioma or any other autoimmune disorder, you will find that no matter what your prognosis is, you might be feeling very nervous or upset all the time. Things may feel like they are spinning out beyond your control, and one of the problems that you may be facing is that it is getting harder each day to keep track of what you are doing. The goals that you have valued for so long seem further out of your reach than ever. However, before you begin to feel like your losing control, take a moment to catch these goals and write them down.

Process

4Therapy states that you should write down your goals and then write down a plan to how you will go about and achieve them. Think about potentially where you want the course of your life to go over the next 5-10 years. Even if it is hard to think that far ahead, force yourself to do so. Make yourself realize that you have a future and that there are things you want to do. If you are dealing with feelings of anger or resentment, this can be a difficult prospect; however, at the end of the day, it could be one of the most beneficial things you over ever done.

Be Whimsical

Remember that your goals are personal aspirations and while you can choose to make them public, you can also keep them personally to yourself. The spectrum of personal dreams can be endless Perhaps you want to go see other countries or maybe you want to write a novel. Maybe you simply want to serve your community or perhaps you would like to spend more time with your loved ones. Be as whimsical as you like in your goal planning, and write it all down.

Goals are an essential part of moving forward and getting on the right path in your life. If a diagnosis or illness has thrown you off course, remember that writing down your dreams can get you back on the right track again. Write down your dreams and your goals, whether you are doing it on paper or online, and choose the path that you have always wanted to be on.

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Thanks for sharing, Melanie. I’m a huge fan of writing down goals and dreams.

If you’re dealing with a health challenge, or any type of challenge for that matter, I hope this has been helpful to you. Please feel free to share your goals with me. I love supporting people who are chasing a dream.

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