Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Welcome Author Heather McCorckle


Today I am excited to welcome author Heather McCorkle to my blog (and to our group on Goodreads Never Too Old for YA Books). In continuing with our Indie month, we've asked Heather a few choice questions!
You may know Heather's books:

The Channeler Series:


The story of the night Aiden was born has never been told, until now. Fleeing the Hunters, Kevan and Shannon O'Reilly find their way to Spruce Knoll Colorado, assuming they'll be safe in America. Their unborn son is special, even for a druid, or a channeler as the American's like to call their kind. But why the Hunters, people who are sworn to keep their kind safe, are after them is a mystery. All they know is that if they don't outrun them they'll be killed. 

Trouble has followed them to Spruce Knoll and just when it seems it may be too late, they discover the true reason why

Born of Fire on AmazonBarnes and NobleSmashwords


Following the tragic death of her parents, Eren Donovan moves to Spruce Knoll to live with an aunt she’s never met. Little does Eren know the entire town of Spruce Knoll is filled with “channelers”—a magical group of people who immigrated to the small Colorado town when they were driven out of their own lands. 

Channelers are tied to the fate of the world. As the world slowly dies, so do they—and they alone have the power to stop the destruction of Earth. Soon, Eren learns she not only lives among them, but she is one. When she meets local boy Aiden, his charm convinces her that being a channeler may not be all bad though.

As Eren and Aiden’s relationship develops, so too does a mystery in Spruce Knoll. The town holds many secrets—and many dangers. It soon becomes apparent that the untimely death of Eren’s parents was no accident and that her life might be in danger too. Only time will tell if Eren can embrace her unwanted power and protect the only family she has left

The Secret of Spruce Knoll on AmazonBarnes and Noble

With her parents' murderer's dead, Eren can finally concentrate on fitting in at Spruce Knoll High, not to mention figuring out what it means to be a channeler. If only it were that easy. It turns out she isn't normal even among channelers - she may be a legendary warrior meant to protect the earth in a last great battle. But Mayan prophecies are the least of her worries as she involuntarily starts to gather her own Society, another girl moves in on Aiden, her powers rage out of control, and worst of all, someone is stalking her. To top it all off, Eren discovers she doesn't have to be a channeler after all - she has a choice. As an old threat closes in and she risks ending up like her parents, she is forced to decide. Be a normal teenager and leave the legendary warrior stuff to someone else, or embrace a dark destiny?

Channelers Choice on AmazonBarnes and Noble
Invaders are coming to take what isn't theirs, again. Neala wants to stand and fight for her homeland, but as one of the last druids, she may be standing alone. Persecuted, hunted down, forced to live in obscurity, the druids have all but given up. Can the determination of a girl who has barely come into her power bring them together? Or, just when she finally finds her place among her kind, will they end up losing a homeland their very magic is tied to?





To Ride a Puca on AmazonBarnes and Noble



I had the honor of reading and reviewing To Ride a Puca and I'm so glad I did. You can read my review of that book HERE. And you can also read my review of Born of Fire HERE. If you have not read this series, I highly recommend it. It's FANTASTIC!

A little about Heather:

I am an author of fantasy, in all its many sub-genres. Living green, saving endangered species, helping other writers, and supporting fabulous authors are a few of my passions. I am also a volunteer for the IS Foundation which works to make the world a greener place. When I'm not volunteering, writing, or surfing my social networking sites, I can be found on the slopes, the hiking trails, or on horseback. As a native Oregonian, I enjoy the outdoors almost as much as the worlds I create on the pages. No need to travel to the Great Northwest though, you can find me here, on my blog, and Monday night's on Twitter where I co-moderate the #WritersRoad chat.









And now Heather joins us to answer a few pressing questions we have for her!

1. When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer? 
When I was twelve, yep, really. I didn't like the way a book ended and I figured I would just have to write a better ending. It grew from there.  
2. How long does it take you to write a book? 
It takes me about four months to get a first draft done, but then of course there is a mountain of editing to do after that! 
3. What do you think makes a great story?
Great characters! Of course I also love rich description that puts me in the book, but in the end it all comes down to the characters.  
4. What is your work schedule like when you're writing?
Unfortunately I still have a 'day' job that I have to do, so I write every free moment I get, on breaks, on the way to work (don't worry, I carpool!), in the morning, and at night.  
5. How do you balance family and writing?
I'm extremely lucky to have a wonderful, supportive husband who encourages me to write. I make sure I spend as much time with him though as I do writing.  
6. Where do you get your information or ideas for your books?
Everywhere! People inspire me, movies, songs, nature, animals, everything.  
7. What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your books? 
That there are amazing people out there that care about books, authors, animals, and the environment just as much as I do.  
8. How many books have you written? Which is your favorite? 
I've written ten, currently. Oh no, you're going to make me pick?! LOL! Okay, if I have to, I'd say To Ride A Puca, my historical fantasy. That novel came from a deep part of my soul. 
9. Are your characters based on anyone you know?
They aren't actually. I know a lot of authors do that and I've always meant to try it, but characters come to me often fully formed with personalities all their own.  
10. Do you have a favorite place you love to write?
I don't, but I just bought a new home so I'm hoping to have one soon. :) 
11. How hard is is to get published?
Monumentally. In fact, it has never been harder. But my advice to writers is; don't let that discourage you. Keep improving your craft, attend workshops, retreats, use beta readers, critique partners, and don't give up. Remember, in the end, there are more options now than ever when it comes to publishing.  
12. What do your family and friends think about your books?
They are some of my biggest fans, and I love that. :) 
13. What do you like to do when you are not writing?
I'm an outdoorsy gal. I love hiking, kayaking, swimming, horseback riding, pretty much anything outdoors! And I'm a volunteer for the IS Foundation (Ian Somerhalder foundation, yep that Ian) so I also love to donate my time to great causes.  
14. Do you have any suggestions to help aspiring writers better themselves and their craft? If so, what are they? 
Read craft books, attend workshops, retreats, join a critique group, and find great beta readers.  
15. As a child, what did you want to do when you grew up? 
An author of course. That or an archaeologist.  
16. What are your favourite books and which authors inspire you?
There are so many! I love Karen Amanda Hooper (Grasping At Eternity and Tangled Tides), Saundra Mitchell (The Vespertine, Breathkept), Elana Johnson (Possession), Judith Graves (the Skinned Series), and Kitty Keswick (Freaksville). Just to name a few!
17. For an aspiring writer what do you feel are certain do's and don’ts for getting their material published?
Do edit your own work thoroughly, do use good critique partners and/or beta readers, and if it comes down to it, do use a great editor who understands your vision.  
18. What are you working on now?
I'm currently working on my first epic fantasy novel. Think E.E. Knight (Dragon Champion) meets Rachel Hartman (Saraphina). Oh, and the third and final novel in my channeler series, Rise of a Rector, is due out at the end of September! 

Thanks so much for stopping by, Heather! It was so great having you here!
If you want to learn  more about Heather and her books, you can click on the links below:

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Welcome Author Uvi Poznansky


Never Too Old for YA Books and I are continuing to honor indie authors this month. Today I would like to welcome Uvi to the group and blog to chat about what it is being an author.
Uvi's is the author of the following books:
Written with passionate conviction, this story is being told by two of its characters: Ben, a twenty-seven years old student, and Anita, a plain-spoken, spunky, uneducated redhead, freshly married to Lenny, his aging father. Behind his back, Ben and Anita find themselves increasingly drawn to each other. They take turns using an old tape recorder to express their most intimate thoughts, not realizing at first that their voices are being captured by him. Meanwhile, Lenny keeps a secret from both of them: his ex-wife, Ben’s mother, a talented pianist, has been stricken with an early-onset alzheimer. Taking care of her gradually weighs him down. What emerges in these characters is a struggle, a desperate, daring struggle to find a path out of conflicts, out of isolation, from guilt to forgiveness.&nbsp After a while I whispered, like, “Just say something to me. Anything.” And I thought, Any other word apart from Love, ‘cause that word is diluted, and no one knows what it really means, anyway. Anita to Lenny, in Apart From Love 
Why, why can’t you say nothing? Say any word—but that one, ‘cause you don’t really mean it. Nobody does. Say anything, apart from Love.
Anita to Ben, in The Entertainer

For my own sake I should have been much more careful. Now—even in her absence—I find myself in her hands, which feels strange to me. I am surrounded—and at the same time, isolated. I am alone. I am apart from Love.
Ben, in Nothing Surrendered
Title: Apart From Love
Publication Date: February 15, 2012
You can purchase the book from these links:
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A simple word; a loaded one. You can say it in a whisper; you can say it in a cry. Expressed in the voices of father and daughter, you can hear a visceral longing for an ideal place, a place never to be found again. 
Imagine the shock, imagine the sadness when a daughter discovers her father’s work, the poetry he had never shared with anyone during the last two decades of his life. Six years after that moment of discovery, which happened in her childhood home while mourning for his passing, Uvi Poznansky presents a tender tribute: a collection of poems and prose, half of which is written by her, and half—by her father, the author, poet and artist Zeev Kachel. She has been translating his poems for nearly a year, with careful attention to rhyme and rhythm, in an effort to remain faithful to the spirit of his words. 
Zeev’s writing is always autobiographical in nature; you can view it as an ongoing diary of his life. Uvi’s writing is rarely so, especially when it comes to her prose. She is a storyteller who delights in conjuring up various figments of her imagination, and fleshing them out on paper. She sees herself chasing her characters with a pen, in an attempt to see the world from their point of view, and to capture their voices. But in some of her poems, she offers you a rare glimpse into her most guarded, intensely private moments, yearning for Home
Title: Home
Publication Date: September 21, 2012


Zeev Kachel, a writer, poet and artist, published three books: a prose book "Dams Erupting" in 1957, a poetry book "Can We Still Love" in 1961, and a prose book "Beyond The Window, What Day Is It Today" in collaboration with his daughter, Uvi Poznansky in 1977. Until his passing at the age of ninety four, he created a prolific body of work, alternating between painting and writing. However, he archived his latest poems. They were never published in his lifetime. During the mourning period for his death, a treasure was found in his apartment: a great number of poems never before shared with others. They had been written out of pain, in response to his separation from his wife at the age of seventy. One line after another, they create an array of emotions, starting with love, through a sense of betrayal, loneliness, despair, waiting for death and ending with acceptance. This process is reflected in the editing of this book
Title: Ropes, Separation, Tear (Hebrew Edition)
Publication Date: February 15, 2012


And here's a little bit about Uvi:


Uvi Poznansky is a California-based author, poet and artist. You can view daily posts of her writing and art on her blog, http://uviart.blogspot.com.

She earned her B. A. in Architecture and Town Planning from the Technion in Haifa, Israel. During her studies and in the years immediately following her graduation, she practiced with an innovative Architectural firm, taking a major part in the large-scale project, 'Home for the Soldier'; a controversial design that sparked fierce public debate.

At the age of 25 Uvi moved to Troy, N.Y. with her husband and two children. Before long, she received a Fellowship grant and a Teaching Assistantship from the Architecture department at Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute, where she guided teams in a variety of design projects; and where she earned her M.A. in Architecture. Then, taking a sharp turn in her education, she earned her M.S. degree in Computer Science from the University of Michigan.

During the years she spent in advancing her career--first as an architect, and later as a software engineer, software team leader, software manager and a software consultant (with an emphasis on user interface for medical instruments devices)--she wrote and painted constantly, and exhibited in Israel and California. In addition, she taught art appreciation classes. Her versatile body of work can be seen online at uviart.com. It includes bronze and ceramic sculptures, oil and watercolor paintings, charcoal, pen and pencil drawings, and mixed media.

Uvi has published two children books, Jess and Wiggle and Now I Am Paper. For each one of these books, she has created an animation video. see Author Videos at the bottom of this page.

Her novel, Apart From Love, was published February 2012. Her poetry book, Home, is about to be published this fall.

And without further ado, here is Uvi to answer our questions!

When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer? 
I began telling stories and composing poems before I learned to write. When I was a little girl, my father, a published author and poet in Israel, would often invite me to ‘help’ him rhyme his lines. Later when I was in grade school, the principal called my parents for a meeting. He was worried because a story I wrote described the emotions of the character in a way that was ‘alarmingly vivid.’ When I moved to a new school, he wrote a letter to the principal, telling him that this student is destined to become a writer.

How long does it take you to write a book? What is your work schedule like when you're writing? 
It took me an entire year to write Apart From Love, which is an amazing feat! I wrote continuously and with great gusto, not making any distinctions between writing and rewriting, putting in 12-hours of work, enjoying every minute of it!

What do you think makes a great story?
In my mind, conflict is the engine of the story. So if the characters are fully fleshed out, and each of them has a different need that conflicts with the other characters, all that remains for me to do is listen to the way they chatter back and forth in my head, and be ready to write it down before I lose them. So for an entire year, I have been chasing my characters with a pen.

How do you balance family and writing?
This is a question I constantly struggle with, because I feel that being consumed by writing, and by creating art, I am spending energy inside my mind, which could have been given to my family. I try to balance my family life by putting all of me into everything I do. For example, take a look at these projects, which I did for my loved one, who enjoys playing chess: 



Where do you get your information or ideas for your books? 
I do extensive research on every aspect of the story, from choosing the locale for the scenes, studying the effects of daylight and night illumination on them. 

Here is a great example of the research I do: A year ago I introduced a white piano into my story Apart From Love. The mere presence of this instrument in Ben’s apartment suggested a variety of scenes, such as the musical duet in chapter 18. Now, how would you go about writing a duet, when your knowledge about playing the piano is nothing but a faint memory from the age of six? I found several ways of learning the intricate details. First, I watched numerous videos, showing  an old couple married 62 years playing impromptu recital together in the atrium of the Mayo Clinic. Then I read numerous articles, giving step-by-step instructions about singing duets, which taught me that eye contact and exchanging nods between the two players is at least as important as striking the right notes. Next, I selected a piece of music, The Entertainer, and learned more than you ever wanted to know about every note of it, and how it should be played. I did it, among many other ways, by watching instructional videos like this one. Finally I had to fold in the difference in both musical education and temperament between Ben and Anita. 

So here is an excerpt from the way it plays out in the end:

“And before this phrase fades out Anita straightens her back, and places her hand on the keys. Then, to my astonishment, she plays the next phrase of music, this time with raw, intense force, which I never knew existed in her, bringing it to the verge of destruction, making it explode all around me. And I, in turn, explode with the following one, because how can I let her outdo me? I am, after all, The Entertainer... 
Here I come! Here I drum! No more woes. Let me close! Let me in, hold me tight! Don’t resist me, do not fight—
At this point Anita kicks the bench back, and I tip it over behind us. She sways her hips to the beat, and I tap the floor. And we find ourselves bouncing there, almost dancing in place, playing the piano side by side: she on the high notes, I—on the low...
Sometimes I find myself having to take my hand away, so she can play the same key immediately after me. On some notes, my right hand crosses her left hand, in an exchange that is wild and fiery—like no duet I have ever seen, or listened to! One way or another it blends, it mixes into a sound, which you might call a crude, unruly, unrestrained racket. But to the ears of a madman, it can be called music.”

What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your books? 
At first I decided to model Anita, the heroine of Apart From Love, as the diametric opposite-of-me. By which I mean a lot more that just her use of language (talking in sentences laden with 'like' and the dreaded double-negatives.) Anita, I decided, would be a bold and spontaneous girl, anything but repressed. Unlike the way I was brought up, she would be promiscuous. Her voice would be shockingly direct: 

In my defense I have this to say: When men notice me, when the lusty glint appears in their eyes, which betrays how, in their heads, they’re stripping me naked—it’s me they accuse of being indecent. 
Problem is, men notice me all the time.”

To my surprise, Anita started to invade my mind! She ended up taking center-stage in the story, not only because of how attractive she is, but most of all, because she serves as a strong contrast, both to Ben and to Lenny. She is a strong female protagonist trying to survive the complexities of this strange family.

How many books have you written? Which is your favorite? 
I have written a poetry book (now out of print), two children books, for which I also did the animation, which you can see on my author page on Goodreadshttp://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5758946.Uvi_Poznansky and now, a novel titled Apart From Love. This is an intimate peek into the life of a uniquely strange family: Natasha, the accomplished pianist, has been stricken with early-onset Alzheimer’s. Her ex-husband Lenny has never told their son Ben, who left home ten years ago, about her situation. At the same time Lenny has been carrying on a love affair with a young redhead, who bears a striking physical resemblance to his wife, but unlike her, is uneducated, direct and unrefined. This is how things stand at this moment, the moment of Ben’s return to his childhood home, and to a contentious relationship with his father. 

In addition I have written numerous short stories and poems, some of which I post, from time to time, on my blog. Now, asking which is my favorite is like asking which one of my children I prefer... Each one has a special place in my heart.

Are your characters based on anyone you know?
Over a year ago I wrote a short story about a twelve years old boy coming face to face, for the first time in his life, with the sad spectacle of death in the family. Stunned, Ben watches his father trying to revive his frail grandma. Later, Ben attempts the same technique of mouth-to-mouth recessitation, on the fish tilting upside down, dying in his new aquarium.

I set the story aside, thinking I was done with it. But the character of the boy, Ben, wouldn’t go away. He started chatting incessantly in my head, keeping me awake at night. So I asked myself, what if I ‘aged’ him by fifteen years? Would he still admire his father for ‘blowing life’ into the old woman--or will he be disillusioned at that point? What secrets would come to light in the life of this family? How would it feel for Ben to come back to his childhood home after a long absence, and have his memories play tricks on him? 

What if I introduce a girl, Anita, a redhead who looks as beautiful as his mother used to be--but is extremely different from her in all other respects? And what if this girl were married to his father? What if the father were an author, attempting to capture the thoughts, the voices of Ben and Anita, in order to write his book? 

Just asking these questions had an immediate affect on Ben: as if a page has turned, he grew up into his new age—but then, somehow, he forgot to mature... So the process of writing became, for me, simply listening to him, and to Anita, and trying, as fast as I could, to capture their thoughts. They chatted with such intensity! I wish I could record everything they said. After a full day of writing nonstop, just before my eyes closed, I would hear Ben whisper something in my ear, and promise myself I would put it on paper next morning—only to find the phrase gone by the time I woke up.

So, to slow down the chatter I would throw some obstacle in my characters’ way, and let them ponder how to find their way around it. This, I found, was such a fun method of developing the story, and it allowed the plot to twist and turn in unexpected ways.

Do you have a favorite place you love to write?
When I start writing I jot little notes to myself where ever inspiration strikes. But as I go deeper into the writing process, I find myself at home, with my laptop, and the hours fly by. I start early morning, and after what seems like a minute, I realize it’s already time for dinner!

How hard is it to get published?
In today’s literary market, there is a split between traditional publishing and indie publishing. Each one has its advantages and challenges.

Being an independent publisher, I took upon myself nearly all aspects of publishing, except for the editing, which was done by me reading the book, chapter by chapter as it came along, in front of an audience of fellow writers, and listening to their feedback. 

So I did the interior design of the paperback edition of Apart From Love, meaning the font size and family of the text, the fancy first letter in each chapter, how the title and author name are laid out on page, and the indentation of the first paragraph as opposed to other paragraphs. All this makes for a fluent reading, even if you do not notice the details of the interior design. 

Most notably, I did the cover image and cover design of Apart From Love. You are invited to read about the art, which is based on my paintings, and the design process on my blog, here http://uviart.blogspot.com/2012/01/where-did-cover-image-come-from.html and here: http://uviart.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-version-design-for-softcover-of.html My book cover is currently in third place (out of 90 books) on Goodreads listopia http://www.goodreads.com/list/show/3375.Best_illustrated_Book_Covers#13498089

Also, I did the conversion to ebook by myself, making sure that all the necessary functionality is implemented, such as jumping from chapter-to-chapter, having a dynamic Table-of-Content, and so on. Having had a career as a software engineer helped in learning the ropes here. Then I and loaded the books to Amazon, Barnes&Noble and iTunes. Having gone through all this meticulous work, I was so happy for this footnote in a review of the book on Amazon, written by Oleg Medvedkov, saying this:

"One more thing of note - this is by far the BEST formatted and arranged Kindle book I've ever seen. If you've seen better or even approaching this level of quality, do let me know, I'd like to see it for myself." 

Finally, I drive the promotion effort of the book all by myself, which means interacting extensively with fans and readers through all channels of social media. Here on Goodreads I have a thriving Q&A Group, and invite you to join: http://www.goodreads.com/group/show/67670-q-a-with-uvi-poznansky

What do your family and friends think about your books?
While my family has not read Apart From Love, several of my friends did. One of them, Sharon, posted this review on Amazon:

Uvi Poznansky is a Renaissance woman - poet, fiction writer, sculptress, architect, software engineer. Her first novel APART FROM LOVE reflects her many talents. It is full of unique visual imagery; some of the scenes read like exquisitely dressed stage sets. The cover art is also hers. Metaphors of art and music abound and support the novel's themes of passion, identity, and fractured family relationships.

Other reviewers have commented on the novel's plot; I won't reiterate those remarks. No "spoilers" from me! For this reader the most remarkable aspect of APART FROM LOVE is Poznansky's manipulation of the complicated narrative strategy in which three characters - Ben, his father Lenny, and Anita (Lenny's young second wife) - share the telling of the story. Ben and Anita are the primary narrators, and later we learn that Lenny is the "author" who secretly is piecing together their tape recorded narratives. He thinks of himself as a "keeper of secrets," yet it is the secrets of Ben and Anita that are revealed to him. Since the narratives are fractured and then, we suppose, "translated" by Lenny, the reader is left in a kind of suspense about what really happens. The lack of coherence created by the audiotapes - some of which have been written over multiple times - creates a fascinating, puzzle-like narrative in which the philosophical question of the nature of truth and reality is spun out for the reader. Each of the narrators has a distinctive voice; others have commented on the fact that Anita is uneducated and her language is unsophisticated and slightly crude. Personally, I found her refreshing - and perhaps the most honest of the three tellers of this ironic and painful "love" story.

The novel has some comic relief - again ironic - in the characters of Aunt Hadassa and her sisters who function like a Greek chorus, or Shakespearean "weird sisters," or the Fates, appearing generally at Anita's side at dramatic moments. The novel also has an appended chapter of "Editorial Notes" written by Lenny's lawyer, Mr. Bliss. These notes - an attempt to explain his editing of the scattered materials that make up the story - remind this reader of the attempts of Emily Bronte's narrator Lockwood to understand the passions of Heathcliff and Catherine in WUTHERING HEIGHTS. Psychologically, he is not up to the job, but even as we know this, we learn that in a way he stands for the reader, someone whose passions cannot hope to match those of the main actors in the drama. Uvi Poznansky has done this here as well. See for yourself; read APART FROM LOVE.”

What do you like to do when you are not writing?
I am an artist, poet and writer; I invite you to visit my website, which is organized like an art gallery, with bronze and ceramic sculptures, paper sculptures, oil paintings, watercolor paintings, poems and short stories: http://uviart.com

Also, stop by my blog, which is organized like a diary where I post almost daily, discussing anything that goes through my mind that morning--be it a poem, a story, a paper engineering project, a birthday cake designed as a chess board, advice on publishing and writing, and the latest news and reviews of Apart From Love: http://uviart.blogspot.com/

Do you have any suggestions to help aspiring writers better themselves and their craft? If so, what are they? 
In any task you undertake, you often hear the advice: start at the beginning, continue down the middle, and finish at the end. Writing is no different. Problem is, as you advance diligently down that path, you may find--to your surprise--that you are getting better, more proficient at your craft. Suddenly the opening of this chapter sounds so much catchier than the previous one; and the ending more powerful.

Which requires constant re-evaluation and reworking of previous chapters. So in my opinion, the process of writing is Cyclical. By the time I completed the last chapter of Apart From Love, I knew I had to discard--or at least, rewrite and restructure--the first chapter.

Here is another fun method of driving the story forward: about halfway through writing the plot of Apart From Love, I left the characters where they were, and turned to write an Epilogue, in which the ‘stage set’ for the last scene is described in detail:

“The four poster bed has been removed, as was the piano. The oval, standalone mirror in the bedroom lies on the floor, in pieces. Glass shards are still strewn all the way back to the other corner. The tape recorder seems to move around the place. Sometimes it can be found under the desk, in the balcony. Other times, it appears next to Beethoven’s bust.”

At this point, I had no idea yet how the mirror would end up being shattered, or how the massive piano would disappear. But now, I had a stage set for the last scenes, and a glimpse of the arc this story was about to take. I went back to my characters, discovering that they started guessing their way, at times stumbling, at times aiming straight, right towards that last scene.

As a child, what did you want to do when you grew up? 
I wanted to become an architect, because that would allow me to bring together my creative, artistic side and the more research-based, engineering side of my nature. 

In later years, I earned my Master of Architecture from Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute in Troy NY, and my Master in Computer Science from the University of Michigan.

What are your favorite books and which authors inspire you?
Surprisingly, I find poetry to be the greatest influence on my writing: I appreciate the nuances, the overloading of words, and the musical rhythms used in the poetry of Edgar Allan Poe, the sonnets by Shakespeare, and the lyrical descriptions of Virginia Wolfe, to name but a few. 

I love American authors as well as authors from around the world, for example The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain, Crime and Punishment by Dostoyevsky, and  Catcher in the Rye by J. D. Salinger, for their expressive use of ‘stream of consciousness’. 

Playwrights have a great impact on my writing., for example The Price by Arthur Miller, because they teach me to listen to dialog, and identify emotions and motives through the speech patterns of the characters. 

Finally, here is the twist: I tend to paint scenes and characters with words, so my writing cannot be separated from my art. I am an artist/writer, registering how we express emotions through gestures, in my sculptures and my writing alike. Thus you can say that my writing is informed, to a great degree, by great artists, from michelangelo and Rodin.

For an aspiring writer what do you feel are certain do's and don’ts for getting their material published?
I have ranted in the past about indie authors not taking the effort to edit their work, which in my opinion is a slight to the readers. In my opinion, the single most important thing for indie authors is not to rush it, make sure your work is well-edited, which shows you respect it and care for your readers. 

What are you working on now?
I am currently working on a book that will include poems by my father, who passed away at the age of ninety-four, as well as my own poems and stories inspired by his life. The working title is A Sentence, Unfinished. Here is a poem I wrote; it will be on the opening page of the book:

Sucked in by a force, I'm flying through a tunnel
The tunnel of memory that leads me back home
The past blurs my present, so my vision is double
Walls of my childhood cave into a dome

From here I can see that home, tilting
And falling from place, all the lamps are aflame
My father's empty chair is slowly ascending
Tipped by the light, outlining its frame

To see the painting that inspired this poem, and which I am considering for the image on the front cover of this upcoming book, take a peek here: 



Uvi, thanks so much for stopping by and sharing what it's like for your to be a writer and an artist! It was great having you here!

The White Forest: Review and Giveaway





The White Forest
Adam McOmber
Publisher: Touchstone
Pages: 320

Buy Links/BAM/Barns and Noble

My Review: 4 Stars

The beginning of this book is kind of strange and confusing. However, once the story starts you will be sucked in and not let go until the last page. This is the debut novel of Adam McOmber and you guys now how hard I am on new authors. Well, this one makes the cut in spades. So really check this one out! Make sure to enter the givewaway below for my Finished Print Copy!

"*I received a copy of this book for free to review, this in no way influenced my review, all opinions are 100% honest and my own." 



Book Description: 
September 11, 2012
In this hauntingly original debut novel about a young woman whose peculiar abilities help her infiltrate a mysterious secret society, Adam McOmber uses fantastical twists and dark turns to create a fast-paced, unforgettable story.Young Jane Silverlake lives with her father in a crumbling family estate on the edge of Hampstead Heath. Jane has a secret—an unexplainable gift that allows her to see the souls of man-made objects—and this talent isolates her from the outside world. Her greatest joy is wandering the wild heath with her neighbors, Madeline and Nathan. But as the friends come of age, their idyll is shattered by the feelings both girls develop for Nathan, and by Nathan’s interest in a cult led by Ariston Day, a charismatic mystic popular with London’s elite. Day encourages his followers to explore dream manipulation with the goal of discovering a strange hidden world, a place he calls the Empyrean.
A year later, Nathan has vanished, and the famed Inspector Vidocq arrives in London to untangle the events that led up to Nathan’s disappearance. As a sinister truth emerges, Jane realizes she must discover the origins of her talent, and use it to find Nathan herself, before it’s too late.

"*Thanks to Netgalley and Touchstone for the review copy!"
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Monday, September 10, 2012

Blog Tour: All Doors to Hollywood and How To Open Them

Blog Tour: All Doors to Hollywood and How To Open Them

Title: All The Doors to Hollywood and How To Open Them
Author: Anne M. Strick
Genre: Non-Fiction
This is book is for anyone interested in a job in films or television, and for those movie buffs who want to know backstage secrets, and how movies are really made. It is a book of interviews with those indispensable behind-the-screen people - the electricians, grips, truck drivers, scenic artists, make-up artists, graphic designers, carpenters, construction workers, seamstresses, costumers and special effects wizards – who make movie magic actually happen. This book tells what they do, how they do it, how they got their jobs and what adventures they’ve had. It is a book for all those fans who want inside stories about their favorite actors and the films they’ve made. It is a book for all those who dream of joining the Hollywood world and have the everyday skills required to work in the industry - which, surprisingly, most of us already do . In short, this is a book for everyone.

Book Review: All Doors to Hollywood and How To Open Them

All Doors to Hollywood and How To Open Them by Anne M. Strick offers a unique insight in today's Hollywood. For anyone who's ever been curious about the world of movies, who works in them, what their respective roles are, and the many people behind the scenes who help produce a movie, this is the book you need to read. It talks about everything from decoration crew to camera men and some obscure jobs I'd never even heard about.
The book explains all roles in detail, based on interviews by various people working in all roles. One of the things that surprised me the most was how many directors are involved in each movie. I guess I always thought it was just one. Another thing is that now, when I watch movie credits, although I may not always know what each role means, I at least got more of a clue of what they're about.
All Doors to Hollywood and How To Open Them in an informative, well-researched book about the movie industry by someone who knows it inside and out. A must read for anyone who wants to break into Hollywood and a recommendation for anyone who likes movies, Hollywood or celebrities.

Author Bio

Anne M.Strick has spent over twenty years in the movie industry. She has worked for Universal, Warners, Paramount and EMI, as a Unit Publicist, Project Coordinator and National Publicity Director, and with such Hollywood legends as Jack Nicholson, James Earl Jones, Sean Penn, Arnold Schwarzenegger, David Lynch, Sting and Dino De Laurentiis, among many others. She has published theater reviews, articles in Parents Magazine , Frontier and The Nation, and six books: two novels, two self-help books, one memoir (a best-seller in Italy); and a non-fiction, scholarly critique of our adversary trial system. (”remarkable”) . Born in Philadelphia, and educated at Bennington College and UCLA, she lives in Los Angeles.


Friday, September 07, 2012

Peace




I'm hosting a book excerpt from Peace, a contemporary fiction novel by author A.D. Koboah today.

Book Excerpt

I quickened my steps to try and shake off the grinding pain in my stomach. But that only made it worse, forcing me to slow down and come to a stop by the side of the bridge whilst everyone else swept on past. It was rush hour so nobody noticed me, a small figure dressed in black trembling against the icy metal railing under dense grey clouds that threatened to unleash rain on the city below. Unable to move or think straight I let my eyes drift over the raging waters of the River Thames, which stretched out like a rippling black sheet for miles before me. And as I stared at the dark angry water, it seemed to come alive, taking on the appearance of an enormous creature stirring restlessly beneath me. The sound of the waves crashing against the bank now sounded like an unearthly heart beating slow and steady against the soft sigh of the January wind.
I wondered then what it would feel like to plunge into the midst of the creature beneath me. Would the seconds spent in the air before I hit the water feel like an eternity, or would they disappear in a flash? Would any of the people sweeping past me even notice or stop long enough to care? And once the dark, icy water closed over my head, how long would I spend struggling before I gave in to its eternal embrace?
Thankfully, the icy wind was all I felt against me, the biting cold eventually jolting me out of my morbid reverie and back to reality. Noticing a bus roll past and come to rest at the bus stop nearby, I released my death grip on the railing and ran toward it, only just managing to board it before it moved on.
Once aboard the packed bus I inched my way through the knot of people on the lower deck, up the stairs onto the top deck and chose a seat next to the window as the bus lurched forward. Leaning back in my seat, I delicately fingered three soft plastic packages in my right coat pocket and letting myself relax – ever so slightly – I watched the city streets dance by.
Dusk had crept up on us by this time and the glow of the streetlights beating back the invading darkness gave the bustling streets a festive air as office blocks emptied of their daytime inhabitants. I sat enchanted by the people that swept past, most of them in heavy winter coats walking briskly in either ones or twos toward tube stations or to join the larger groups that had gathered around bus stops in what was a mass exodus away from the city streets. Some people I saw walked with a grimace as the bitter cold whipped their faces. Their mouths were drawn into thin hard lines and their vacant eyes told me that the stresses of the day had followed them out of the office and would be with them long into the evening. Others strode energetically down the streets, jauntily ducking out of the way of their fellow pedestrians as they fled to the comforts of home. They even managed a smile as they waited for buses that were often too full to welcome them aboard. I also saw groups of young men and women around my age that appeared oblivious to the punishing cold as they meandered down the streets, laughing carelessly about something or other that had amused them. I kept my eyes on those groups of blissfully young untroubled types who were a representation of something that had long ago ceased to exist for me, and watched until they were either too far away to see or had disappeared into one of the many pubs and bars that dotted the city landscape.
The bus soon sped away from those people and the city streets, away from the London Eye which stood over the near-black river, holding up its glowing blue capsules like an offering of jewels to the twilight sky. Away from the grand office buildings with their lit windows looking like Christmas tree lights in the distance, and as the bus drew further and further away from the city streets and became emptier with each stop, we were slowly taken away from one world and into another.
No impressive-looking office buildings were to be seen providing the background for an opulent world in this new landscape. And whilst the world I had left behind had statues and monuments as a tribute to their heroes and significant events of their history, we saw no more of these as the bus left behind the wealthy city streets and wound into the urban jungle.
Neglect instead wove an ugly thread along the littered streets of this new world and the only thing that distinguished each unremarkable building from its neighbour was the graffiti that screamed at the passer-by from every exposed concrete surface. It seemed as though every time the bus turned a corner it was met by a sprawling estate or a high-rise block of flats that loomed menacingly on the horizon, dominating the landscape and casting an oppressive shadow over the world beneath. I was carried deep into this new world and got off the bus to the familiar sight of a small group of drunks that had congregated by that bus stop. They were always there, dishevelled, noisy and oblivious to the unease or open contempt that their presence evoked in those around them. In my eyes they were an example of people who had given up on life; kindred spirits that had taken enough of life’s knocks, had handed in the towel and surrendered. People who had made the conscious decision a long time ago to stop striving for the better things in life such as that better job or better relationship. They had instead chosen to find that something better at the end of a bottle – or in their case, the many empty cans of beer that littered the bus stop.
I left them behind and made the short walk into the heart of the urban jungle under a sky that had already deepened to an inky black as night descended, bringing with it a hive of activity as people either left the streets or ventured from their homes to explore it. Cars roared past and I heard the sound of a police siren, the piercing wail sounding like a bird of prey shrieking in the distance before it died away. I passed off-licences, corner shops, and takeaway shops which were now beacons of light in the darkness, drawing people in. I took comfort in the kaleidoscope of colourful faces that passed mine; from white, Asian, Latin American, Chinese and every shade of black; starting with soft golden browns and travelling down the spectrum to the richest blue-black skin tones.
Some people I passed were clearly not at ease in this world and they trod carefully through it with their heads down, trying not to make eye contact with those around them in an effort to get from A to B unnoticed. But for others the world around them had become a part of their identity and was as much an essential part of them as the blood coursing through their veins. Whether they were obvious predators or people that had simply fallen in love with the urban jungle, the hold that this world had on them was a powerful one and it kept them coming back again and again to dance to the rhythms of its dangerous beat.
I made it onto my road without having to stop and give in to the pain which was clutching and twisting my lower abdomen and fled past rows of identical Victorian houses towards the bright red door of a converted house which had become a lighthouse, lighting the way home in the growing storm of my need. Once I let myself into the house and stepped onto the worn dark brown carpet in the gloomy hallway, I was able to release a deep sigh before I closed the door shut quietly behind me. I slunk past a door on my left, which led to a one-bedroom flat, and up the stairs onto the first floor which had been converted into two bed-sits with a shared kitchen and bathroom. The tremor in my hand was more intense when I put the key into the lock of my bed-sit and swung the door open to the glare of the television set which I had left on in my haste to leave earlier on in the day. Safely in my sanctuary, I wasted no time in shrugging off my coat whilst fragments of news that nobody ever wanted to see or hear accosted me from the television screen. It was a news bulletin about another missing or dead child, and a photograph of that child wearing a school uniform that they would probably never have the chance to wear again. I watched the television sadly, affected by the sweet innocent smile that the child’s parents must have longed to see again in the flesh before I snapped the television off and plunged the room into an expectant silence.
Carefully taking out the tiny bag from my coat pocket, I reached for the lighter and roll of foil on my chest of drawers, catching sight of a tall, slim, pretty young woman peering at me from the mirror against the wall.
I avoided her as much as was physically possible, but she still managed to sneak up on me when I was least expecting it and forced me to acknowledge her as I did now.
I watched as she put a hand up to her face which had a strong hint of Ghanaian lineage in the mahogany brown skin, a small, flat, broad nose, full sensuous lips and thick, jet-black natural hair that had been pulled tightly away from her face. Although this face had undergone minor changes over the years, the eyes – my eyes – were the only feature that had changed beyond recognition and looked as if they had seen far too much in their twenty-three years on this earth. It was the clear, deep anguish in those eyes that led me here and made me tear myself away from the mirror back to the lighter and the two small pieces of foil that I tore off the roll. Rolling up one of the pieces, I put it in my mouth and let it hang off my lip like a cigarette then tore open the bag and emptied the brown powder onto the other scrap of foil. Using slow deliberate movements which defied the urgency that was speaking to me from my every pore, I used the lighter to melt the powder into a golden-brown ball and tilted the foil to make the brown ball run down to the other end whilst chasing it with the foil roll in my mouth.
Inhaling the heavenly smoke through my mouth, I chased and chased until all my burdens floated up and out of the room.
All my life it seemed as if I had chased one thing or another; acceptance, love, chasing dream after dream. Whenever I got close enough to those dreams I realised that they were nothing but phantoms. Insubstantial ghosts that quickly dispersed, leaving behind mists of failure, disillusionment and despair.
When it hits, when that first wave hits and I am swept away from everything, swept far, far away from the shore to a place where I can see nothing, hear nothing and feel nothing, I sometimes see his face. His face in all its exquisite beauty often overwhelms me, inducing tears before disappearing as quickly as it comes, leaving me far out to sea with no sight or sound of land until finally, it finds me... peace.

About Peace

Title: Peace
Author: A.D. Koboah
Genre: Contemporary Urban Fiction
Peace Osei is young, beautiful – and addicted to heroin; the only thing that can keep painful past memories at bay. But when a face from her past re-enters her life demanding answers to questions she is not ready to face, it threatens to send Peace swimming deeper into self-destructive waters. Having spent so long drifting away from the real world, can Peace find the strength to face the past and banish her demons?

Author Bio

A.D. Koboah was born in London and completed an English Literature degree in 2000. Peace is her second novel. Her first novel, Dark Genesis, is a Paranormal Romance that was inspired by the concept of dehumanisation. She is currently working on a screenplay and will begin the sequel to Dark Genesis shortly. Amazon | Goodreads | Website








Allen Wyler Dead Books



My Review:

For this post I am forgoing the normal pictures as there are a lot of books in this series.
The above link will take you to amazon!

I didn't know that this book was part of a series.  I need to pay more attention.  This book gives you the back stories of a few characters in the previous books. I wish the company that had sent me this one would have through to ask if I had read the others.  So they could have sent those as well.  I ended up getting Dead Rringer and Dead End Deal.  Both were great but I wish I could have read them in order.

"*I received a copy of this book for free to review, this in no way influenced my review, all opinions are 100% honest and my own."