Archive for March, 2012

Thursday, March 8th, 2012
Flying Words and Bleeding Text

I have been on an editing rampage. My young adult novel is being clipped and trimmed to within an inch of its life. I have no idea how it’s reading, but I believe in the end the changes will make it stronger. I’ve never edited a book this way. It’s interesting to work in a non-linear manner. I’ve brought chapters forward, moved some back. Lobbed the head off thousands of words, leaving their discarded carcasses bleeding and twitching in the trash bin. It’s been slow going, but quite productive. I may have to try this again in the future.

In the meantime, PHANTOM WARRIORS: ARCTOS is burning up the Kindle bestseller lists. I am THRILLED that readers are enjoying the book. I was nervous about how it was going to be received.

Next week my urban fantasy novel, THE GHOST HUNTER CHRONICLES: SOLOMON’S SEALS will be FREE on Amazon for three days, starting on the 13th. If you haven’t checked it out yet, you might want to grab it. (WARNING: This book is NOT a spicy romance. There are romantic elements, but they’re not the focus of the story.)

Now back to edits.

Thursday, March 1st, 2012
Hey, Hey, They Were The Monkees

When I was very little, I used to get up super early on Saturday mornings to watch reruns of a show called The Monkees. It was a silly show about four musicians trying to make it out in California. As a child, I LOVED the music. It didn’t matter that they did not play their instruments. I was too young to notice. These four guys (Mike, Davy, Mickey, and Peter) showed me a magical place where it was sunny all the time. It was the first time I knew I wanted to go there someday. The Monkees put California on a four year old’s radar.

Fast forward several years, I was working on an airplane when Peter Tork walked through the door. I said hello, then proceeded to have a freakout moment. Suddenly, I wasn’t a 28 year old woman. I was a kid. I had to excuse myself until I could control the urge to scream. The crew I was working with were too young to know who he was, but they definitely saw the affect he had on me. When I was preparing my drinks, they told him that I was a big fan. We landed in Northern California. It was my job to say goodbye to the passengers. Peter smiled as he got closer to me, then kissed me on the cheek, hugged me tight, and thanked me. But it was me, who should’ve been thanking him for giving me something to dream about so early in life. I played it cool. I waited until he was off the plane, then burst into tears. Yep, cool. That’s me. 🙂

Yesterday, Davy Jones died. He was one of the lead singers of The Monkees. Like many girls at that time, I had a HUGE crush on him. He and Peter were always falling in love on the show with these amazing looking girls. I remember being very jealous. *ggg It’s always odd when you lose someone so tied to your childhood. I never got the chance to meet Mr. Jones, but he’ll always live on in my memories. RIP Davy.