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February 18, 2014
Free Books At Goodreads, And What’s Better Than Free?
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Don’t forget my Goodreads giveaways, where you can win a free book and three free books:
I only have three copies of this one. There is a peculiar formatting error all through it, where a new paragraph/tab is inserted at random. Don’t know what’s up wit dat.
Goodreads Book Giveaway
Sideshow in the Center Ringby Marian AllenGiveaway ends March 14, 2014.
See the giveaway details
at Goodreads.
This next one is really three-in-one, since I’m actually giving away all three books of the trilogy. There are some formatting oopsies and typos in book 3, alas.
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The Fall of Onagrosby Marian AllenGiveaway ends March 14, 2014.
See the giveaway details
at Goodreads.
Some fun, eh?
And, while you’re there, check out all the other giveaways. It’s free to join Goodreads, free to enter as many giveaways as you choose, and you don’t even have to pay postage for the books you may win — THAT’S FREE, TOO!
I’m posting today, as I do every Tuesday, at Fatal Foodies. Today, I’m outraging the concept of chili.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: A character wins a free book without actually intending to.
MA
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February 17, 2014
Adjective Objective, a Guest Post by Floyd Hyatt
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My internet friend Floyd Hyatt is here once more with some excellent advice on the use of adverbs and adjectives. It isn’t what one usually hears!
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Sometimes, a bit of general writing advice can get picked up as a fad, and suddenly, no one wants to tag their dialog anymore, or writers begin to mechanically strip the color “Red” out of their stories, or use only two syllable words. This ain’t the way to go, or the original intent of the advice. Most of this sort of ad vision, tries to point out potential over usage problems. There are no verboten words chronicled in the English dictionary far as I know, so long as your grammar is correct, of course.
Adjectives and adverbs are a case in point. They bring color and shading and personality to your writing. Take any story you like, and strip them out. Then try reading it, (if you can stomach it anymore). You have oatmeal. You have a textbook. Prose as dry as a Sahara sirocco. You no longer have a story or novel. You have turned color and action into black and white words on a page. Shame on you.
If used inappropriately, or just because (like a mountain) they are there, that’s probably not a good thing, and you rightfully should consider what they have added to each passage, If the answer is, nothing really, they should likely go. Just bear in mind you can take too much sugar out of a recipe. These gems express on the page, the subtlety of action, your style, and tell the reader who the writer is. If you feel compelled to peel them out, put the work up for a few days, then go back and read that revision. If it reads like a physics text, put some back. Heck, depending on your style, put them all back, if they are warranted.
Consider that several authors criticized for writing purple prose, have also sold stacks of their work. Remember that one failing of the grammar engine in your word processor, is that it is insensate, and doesn’t actually read anything. It’s giving out advice about something it has not read, could never read, even if it wanted to. It just applies algorithms to compare word combinations against lists and rule bases, mostly germane to business communications. It’s advice to help keep your feet under you when on a ship’s deck, not to encourage you to stay in your cabin, and neglect your style development.
Certainly a good thing to mechanically do, in terms of adverb, adjective use, is to consider looking for repetitious use. Try not to employ the same ones in adjoining sentences without good reason. Such duplications tend to set up irritating reading rhythms, and offer up an annoying second grade primer experience for the reader. School primers use the device to teach word use through repetition, seldom the point of a modern novel or story.
New! For serious WritersMr. Hyatt’s groups:
Sun Tea Writers Circle - http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Sun_Tea_Writers_Circle
Established - for casual writers, since 2007
Plotters of Dreams - http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Plotters_of_Dreams
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So now you absolutely, positively know.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: What he said: Take a piece of writing by someone else and strip out all the descriptive words. Hemingway doesn’t count.
MA
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February 16, 2014
Mr. Sugar on SampleSunday
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So MARDI GRAS MURDER just came out from Mystery and Horror LLC and it includes my second Mr. Sugar story, “Mr. Sugar vs. the Cake Thief.” The first is “Mr. Sugar vs. the Martians,” which appears in my own collection LONNIE, ME AND THE HOUND OF HELL.
Mr. Sugar and I were interviewed together on the Mystery and Horror LLC web site yesterday. Hop over and read it. I’ll wait.
Are you back? Here are a couple of excerpts from the stories for you.
From “Mr. Sugar vs. the Martians”
“‘Sampling’, Mr. Sugar,” Nels said, in his rasping attempt at English. “The good word is ‘sampling’.”
“I thought you already had all the samples you needed. You said the DiMarco woman was the last you would take for another twenty years.”
“Human,” Alagon said. His accent was good, but his vocabulary was limited. “Not human, now. Now, cat.”
I hissed, tucked my tail under my belly, and tried to back away, but Nels’ force net caught me. Yowling, I rose into the air and floated through the ship’s portal. Alagon stood as I passed and held out a hand to guide my body. If I had thought he understood the words “Neosporin” and “Band-Aid”, I would have given him some advice.
Somewhere nearby, a woman cursed steadily. Mrs. DiMarco, I had no doubt. She commanded the bluest language and the deadliest throwing arm in the neighborhood; none of the vocal local Toms were sorry to be told she had been sampled.
~*~
From “Mr. Sugar vs. the Cake Thief”
Mrs. DiMarco swept her porch, her steps, her walk, the sidewalk in front of her lawn, and the street in front of her property. It took her a little longer than it need have, since she kept dropping ash from the cigarette she never removed from the corner of her mouth and had to go back and sweep it up. It didn’t seem to bother her, though, since she never stopped sweeping, smoking, nor singing “Oh, Lonesome Me” out of the side of her mouth not clamped on the cigarette.
From down the block, I heard my female human call into our back yard, “Sugar? Mr. Sugar! Kit-kit-kitty! Mr. Sugar!”
The pricking up of my ears must have betrayed me (I told you the woman is perceptive), because Mrs. DiMarco said, “Mr. Sugar? Is that your name, Ragmop? Mr. Sugar?” She took the cigarette from her mouth and laughed heartily if hoarsely.
I affected not to notice. After cleaning my face, I left her yard and, stopping on the sidewalk to shake each of my rear paws in unmistakable insult, went home.
~*~
So go. Buy. Read. Enjoy. 
LONNIE, ME AND THE HOUND OF HELL is available for Kindle only.
MARDIS GRAS MURDER is available for Kindle and in print.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Write a story about an animal at a festival.
MA
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February 15, 2014
Caturday With Katya On Saying Goodbye
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Katya Graymalkin here.
You know Granny’s cat Ozzie passed away this week. It was scary and sudden. He had a nasty thing called heartworms. We didn’t know it — even the vet, who helps Granny take good care of all her animals, didn’t know it.
When Mom told me, I was really really sorry for Granny. Then I thought, at least Mom wouldn’t come home smelling like him because he sits in her lap sometimes. It’s bad enough that her feet smell like Sweetie Pie, because Sweetie Pie likes to be petted with feet. And I thought, at least he won’t be coming up here all the time, sitting on my porch being not me.
But then I felt bad because Mom was so upset and because she said Granny missed him so much. And I have to admit, he was a neighborhood character. Things will be a lot quieter and less exciting without him around stirring things up.
So then I needed some comforting, and Mom was right there to give me what I like best, even better than crunchy food: chin scritches.
She said she used to give Ozzie chin scritches, and he would act like he liked them and then, all of a sudden, he would grab her arm with his claws a little bit out, or he would bite her (not enough to break the skin). Boy! If I ever did that, I’d be picking myself up off the floor near whichever wall I bounced off of last! ha! I guess it pays to be Granny’s cat!
But Ozzie grew up on the streets, so I guess he didn’t know any better. She said he would go “bite, lick, bite, bite, lick, lick, lick.”
Granny is coming over later today. I don’t like lots of people around, but I’m going to try to come out and see Granny. That’s bound to make her happy, don’t you think?
Goodbye, Ozzie. I’ll miss you.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: How would you feel if your rival was suddenly not there anymore?
KG
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February 14, 2014
Chocolate For Valentine’s Day — CHOCOLATE ANY DAY
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It’s no secret, how I feel about chocolate. As I’ve said before, I used to be the world’s pickiest eater but, at the height of my pickiness, I ate chocolate covered ants. I think they were ants. They were some kind of bug or insect BUT THEY WERE COVERED IN CHOCOLATE.
Today, in honor of Valentine’s Day, a traditional boon for chocolate sellers lovers, I am pleased to recommend to you The Chocolate Cult, a web site presided over by my pal TammyJo Eckhart , aka The Chocolate Priestess. It’s bee-you-tee-ful.
I don’t make chocolate confections much these days. Mom can’t eat it and Charlie is going light, and I’m making a brave attempt. So, when I want to indulge (and I often do), I make sure I have a bag of these babies:
Dove Promises dark chocolate with almond bits in. SO good! I put them in the freezer. That way, they last longer, because they have to thaw before they can melt. I don’t chew them, you know; I let them mellllllt. Sllllowwwwlllyyyy.
Whew!
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: What would your main character most love to be given for Valentine’s Day or the comparable day in whatever society you write?
MA
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February 13, 2014
Giveaway on Goodreads 2-14 to 3-14 and a New Story!
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I’m doing my first giveaway on Goodreads, beginning tomorrow! Actually, I’m doing two at once.
See, I switched publishers from my beloved Hydra to Three Fates, and I had some of the Hydra copies left, so I decided to give them away. So I went to Goodreads and I set up, you know, a giveaway. Two.
I only have three copies of this one. There is a peculiar formatting error all through it, where a new paragraph/tab is inserted at random. Don’t know what’s up wit dat.
Goodreads Book Giveaway
Sideshow in the Center Ringby Marian AllenGiveaway ends March 14, 2014.
See the giveaway details
at Goodreads.
This next one is really three-in-one, since I’m actually giving away all three books of the trilogy. There are some formatting oopsies and typos in book 3, alas.
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The Fall of Onagrosby Marian AllenGiveaway ends March 14, 2014.
See the giveaway details
at Goodreads.
So please, dear friends, if you don’t have these books, and you’re on Goodreads, do hop over and enter the giveaway! Or, if you’d rather, go to my Amazon page and buy new, clean copies of these and my other books. (Sneaky plug!)
As for the new story, I told you I was working on a new Mr. Sugar and Mrs. DiMarco story. Well, I finished it, submitted it, had it accepted, and now the anthology it’s in is available for Kindle! “Mr. Sugar v the Cake Thief” is part of MARDI GRAS MURDER.
Thirteen tales of crime set during the bacchanalia that is Mardi Gras. Featuring stories from Harriette Sackler, Marian Allen, Debra H. Goldstein and Nathan Pettigrew. The mayhem of Mardi Gras is served with a healthy dose of Cajun dishes and an unhealthy number of deaths. Dig into Bourbon Street Lucifer, Voodoo Honeymoon, a dish of Red Beans and Ricin, and other deadly treats.
It only cosses $2.99. And, if you want more of Mr. Sugar and Mrs. DiMarco, read their first adventure in “Mr. Sugar v the Martians” in LONNIE, ME AND THE HOUND OF HELL, only 99 cents.
Okay, my marketing friends tell me I should leave you with a Call To Action so, um, enter my giveaways tomorrow, and buy my books. ‘Kay? ‘Kay.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Write a story set on or around Mardi Gras.
MA
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February 12, 2014
Khachapuri, Y’all, I Made Some Khachapuri My Own Self
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So the local colorists were yakking it up about local foods on the Olympics coverage, and Vera Nazarian sez (on Facebook — I’m not lucky enough to get to hang out with Vera Nazarian!), “I want to eat some Khachapuri now! Ahhh! It’s a great Georgian dish!” And then she posts a couple of links to recipies. I liked this one from Saveur.
So I hauled off and made it. Thusly:
Khachapuri dough:
1 1/2 tsp yeast1 1/2 tsp salt1/3 cup lukewarm water more or less1 cup flour more or lessDissolve yeast and salt in water. Stir in flour. Knead for a couple of minutes. Cover loosely and let double. I also added some dried dill weed from our garden to the water.
After it doubles, break it into two pieces to make two khachapuri.
Roll it out to about 1/8 inch thick. Then I schmeered it with garlic-flavored olive oil.
Preheat the oven to 500 F, preferably with a pizza stone in it. If not a pizza stone, then a pizza pan or a cookie sheet.
Khachapuri filling:
Massive amounts of shredded cheesean eggSpread some of the cheese all over the circle. Roll up the edges and pinch the ends to form a boat, so some of the cheese is inside the rolled-up bits. I forgot to moisten the ends when I pinched them. ANYWAY, after that, fill the inside of that boat with cheese.
Bake that baby for about 15 minutes. Carefully break an egg into the center and bake for another five minutes or so.
Charlie likes his eggs well-cooked, so I cooked ours a little longer.
Was it good? Oh, my dear gosh, look at this:
The rolled-up bits unrolled, alas, but, as my grandpa used to say, “That don’t hurt the eatin’ of it.” On the side are kale chips and home-sprouted alfalfa sprouts. Yeah, we’ll be having THIS again!
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: A character tries a recipe from another country.
MA
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February 11, 2014
A Farewell To Ozzie
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Mom’s sweet and beautifu
l marmalade cat, Ozzie, died yesterday. We don’t know why. He’s a young cat, and was (we thought) perfectly healthy. He seemed fine, just a little delicate in his stomach, as cats get sometimes.
Then, suddenly, he was gone.
The vet will call us with results when (if) he gets any. right now, although we’re cognizant of the fact that worse things happen every day all over the world, we’re shocked and sad.
He wasn’t even really supposed to live here. Mom had a kitten, Sweetie Pie, who was rather too rambunctious. When she clawed her way up Mom’s pants leg and bit her in the butt, I said, “That kitten needs another kitten to play with.”
Mom’s friend Glenda had been feeding this stray boy she called Ollie, short for Oliver, because he always wanted some more, I guess. She was going away on a vacation, and asked if Mom would take Oliver. Mom thought she could keep him while Glenda was away and see if Sweetie Pie liked the idea of another cat in the house; if she liked it, Mom would get another kitten.
When Glenda got back, it turned out she thought she was offering for Mom to HAVE Ollie for KEEPS. By then, Sweetie Pie and Mom were attached to him, so it all worked out. Mom kept calling him Ozzie, though, instead of Ollie, and that stuck, too.
Here are some pictures of him.
I got that blanket out because I was spending the night at Mom’s. Ozzie went cuckoo over it! I don’t know what it was about that blanket, but he turned into a kitten again.
Ozzie, you will be missed.
NO PROMPT TODAY.
MA
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February 10, 2014
Prospector and Cats in Rodrigues’ THE LAST PROSPECTOR
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Katya Graymalkin here.
I’m cat-jacking Mom’s Monday post because her friend Cairn Rodrigues is here to talk about THE LAST PROSPECTOR, Cairn’s fantasy featuring the color spectrum and, best of all, cats.
Cairn Rodrigues is a former professional chef who found that keyboards offer fewer cuts and burns, so she turned to writing. A lifelong nerd, she has affection for marzipan and a potentially unhealthy Twitter addiction. She resides near her hometown of Sacramento, California in a poorly decorated house.
Here is what Cairn has to say:
Of Cats and Men in THE LAST PROSPECTOR
Raise your paw if you’re a cat person! Cats are great, they are fuzzy and soft, silly little creatures who always manage to maintain an air of superiority even in the most undignified situations. When I created Prospector for my first novel, The Last Prospector, I went in knowing that he rode a large cat. What I didn’t know about Grayme Ceruleya was that the man really, really loves cats. Big cats, small kits and everything in between that purrs, Prospector is definitely a cat person.
How it happened, I’m not really sure. It’s been my experience that characters create themselves, Prospector was always a cat lover and I eventually figured it out. His love for cats is in his blood though, his clan is well known to be the finest mount trainers in all of Solstice and cats are the family specialty.
Back in the misty times of Solstice’s history, the dark goddess Ynoirya petulantly turned all the snakes and cats of the green tier into giants. She had her reasons, mind you. Over time, some of those giant cats found their way into the neighboring blue tier of Cyannis and eventually became domesticated. More like super-sized housecats than lions, Cyannish cats are used as mounts, for vermin control and even patrolling security for family farms.
There is something uniquely ineffable about felines. They are so well known to us, like a witch’s familiar, and yet so mysterious. We can’t stop trying to figure them out. Perhaps it’s why the kitties slipped in and carved out a chunk of my story to claim it for all catkind, because they could. While the first book in the Song of Solstice series features Prospector’s two mounts, Willow and Mak, be assured that the cats to come are epic. Temperamental, curious, loving and heroic, cats are as big a part of the story as anything else.
I had a very special cat once named Charles Howard; he disappeared one night and didn’t return for two years. CH died just a few months after coming home, on the day I was writing the chapter about the loss of Prospector’s beloved Willow. In many ways, Charles Howard is imprinted on Solstice as a way of mourning him, and he lives on forever as Chachi the plump orange kit.
Recently, I adopted a lively little rescue kitten. She’s a grey and white tabby called Viva who has rebounded very well after being abused early on. It’s wonderful to have a new life in the house, so full of love and energy. There is a good chance she will carve out her own turf in Solstice someday.
I do hope you will read The Last Prospector. It’s the start of a much larger story, filled with interesting people, gorgeous scenery and cats. Silly, happy, heroic cats.
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A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: Would you let somebody ride you? Just anybody, or a particular person? If you didn’t like it, what would you do?
KG
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February 9, 2014
Gremlins On SampleSunday
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Remember gremlins? Not the ones in the movie, that you don’t feed after midnight. Before that, gremlins were what airmen called the mysterious critters who messed up aircraft. The term seems to have originated with British airmen in the 1920s, but I heard about them through Americans in World War II and see no reason why the legend should ever end.
Here’s an excerpt from “Solo For Multiple Instruments,” my short story in the Southern Indiana Writers’ Group’s anthology FUTURE PERFECT (TENSE IN SPACE), in which gremlins are referenced on a science colony on another planet. FUTURE PERFECT is now available for Kindle as well as in print.
The colonists have been severed from their brain-to-cloud social networks, and Gale, the main character, has been suffering from intense loneliness without her connections.
“Solo For Multiple Instruments” — excerptby Marian Allen
“What do you mean, ‘If we’re here in another year’?” Gale checked the commissary order and broke off some dill fronds. The bright, thick scent almost made her giddy. Even after she sealed the harvest into a freshbag, the air and her hands were redolent with the herb’s clear note.
“Because of the– What do you call them?” Anouk cocked her head, then grimaced.
With a not-entirely-compassionate pang of empathy, Gale realized Anouk had been trying to access a French/English dictionary site that wasn’t available to her anymore.
Anouk frowned briefly, then said, “Gremlins. We have gremlins.”
Does she even know what that means? Gale smiled at the secret freedom of thinking what she wanted as directly as she wanted. No checking to make sure she was thinking off-line, no worrying that she might have been hacked, her stream of consciousness broadcast on rogueband. It was this freedom, dimly dreamt, that had nudged her toward the Volunteer Pioneer program in the first place.
Anouk misinterpreted her smile. “It’s true. Ever since construction started. Tools missing, equipment scratched and dented overnight, food contaminated. Once, a storage bin was found forced open and an atmo suit had been taken out of it and turned inside out. What do you say to that?”
“Sounds like somebody has a sophomoric sense of humor.”
“Huh!” Anouk made one of her vast repertoire of unattractive sounds. “No one would contaminate food in space. Not for a joke.”
“Sabotage, then.”
The Frenchwoman gave an eloquent shrug–something no emoticon could ever fully convey. “They say it was gremlins. They say we still have them. The ones who have been here the longest, they say it.”
“They’re just trying to intimidate us.” Gale stopped working and stared at the skin of the dome, as if she could see through the shielding. “They’re telling scary stories to the new kids.”
“Perhaps,” Anouk agreed, her voice implying that she didn’t agree but didn’t want to argue.
Gale shivered. It was, possibly, the most disconcerting thing about being off the network: having to pay such intimate attention to non-verbal communication with mere acquaintances and even strangers. No, worse was the feeling that other people were paying that kind of close attention to you.
~*~
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Write a story with a gremlin in it.
MA
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