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October 9, 2011
Who Says We Can't Time Travel?
Food, places, smells, all can bring back those memories and we're not really here, are we? We're back there. Reliving the past. We've moved to that point in time. Maybe physically we haven't jumped. But mentally, we're there.
When we're cogitating about some recent event that's bothered us, or made us feel good, what are we doing? We're back in that past. Rethinking the situation. Asking myriads of questions. Wondering if this or that had been different, would it have changed the course of history. Our history.
I look at this picture and I'm again at Disney World, running around at a frantic pace to see and do everything with my daughter while at the RWA conference. The event had been scheduled for Nashville. But because of flood waters, RWA had to scurry to find a location that would accommodate so many thousands of romance writers all at once.
I was going to my son's wedding the weekend before in Pensacola, so my daughter would be with me. Change of plans. Instead of going to Nashville by myself, I was going to Disney World with my daughter. We had so much fun. She was even able to come to the special From the Heart's meeting where I spoke, and she was able to come to my signings.
So the time there will be forever one of those really special moments. And looking at this picture makes me time jump into the past.
So if you never thought time travel was possible, think again!
We do it all of the time!
Have a super Sunday! It's pouring here, and that's wonderful!!!! It takes me to a time in the past when we always got rain in the fall...but we've never had such a terrible drought as this year, and it looked like we would never get any rain at all.
Off to post before my Internet is out again because of the storms....
Terry
"Giving new meaning to the term alpha male."
www.terryspear.com
October 7, 2011
New Dreaming of the Wolf Cover...For Real!!!
Is he real, or only a vision of her deepest desire....
That's great. It really shows the story. I love it!
Now, I got this first review also that I LOVE.
Terry Spear's debut Heart of the Wolf was a Publishers Weekly Best Book of the Year. Known for her research into how wolves live in nature, Spear writes her werewolves as they would behave realistically, including pack dynamics, mating behavior, and hierarchies.
Werewolf pack leader Jake Silver is an acclaimed photographer. He sees a beautiful woman at the art gallery where his photos are on display, and his intrigue turns into wolfish protectiveness. Alicia Greiston has never met anyone like Jake-he's sexy, alpha, and totally irresistible, and he calls to something primal in her soul.
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Review of Dreaming of the Wolf by Terry SpearOkay, apparently the book gods saw me in my distress over my dilema with the less than hotness level in the recent books that I've reviewed. I mean they were good but they weren't the "grab a fan" scenes that had you panting and needing a cold glass of water afterwards to cool down. Well the gods smiled down on me and said "We've heard your plea dear reviewer and offer you this." And boy did they deliver this book was smoking.
This one won't be released until December 1st but mark those calenders. (You can pre order here) This one is worth the wait. This had it all and I absolutely loved it. To let you know how much, I got it and had it finished in 2 days. It kept my interest. Hot, hot love scenes and plenty of twist and turns throughout the entire story.
Jake is Hot, that's right with a capital H. He's an Alpha Werewolf and a photographer. (awwwww) but don't mistake his photography as taking away from him at all. He is all Alpha.
Alicia didn't annoy me. Sure she was female and had her issues but she didn't care about her size, circumstances, obstacles that she came up against, she meet them head on. I am so hard on female characters because they wimp out for me, Alicia was actually one I liked. The connection between them left the pages smoking.
You can catch up on all of her books here.
So thank you Terry Spear, you have renewed my faith that there are still hot books out there. That put all mortal human men to shame and take you into a fantasy world that you dont' want to leave.
Heat Factor: Burning
By darhkportal
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Okay, that made my day!
Have a super Saturday!!!
Terry
"Giving new meaning to the term alpha male."
www.terryspear.com
October 6, 2011
Ghostly Liaisons
Ghostly Liaisons was set in Florida where I lived as a kid and teen, the jungle-like swamps perfect for exploring and discovering rattlesnakes and water moccasins and alligators and huge spiders and even huger mosquitoes.
I loved ghost stories, and I loved pirate stories and when we used to explore--seemed perfect for living in Florida, I thought about finding pirate's treasure in the swamp. But if the pirate's treasure was there, wouldn't the ghosts of pirates be there also? Protecting their booty?
Of course!
Ghostly Liaisons
Emily Rundle's curious nature causes her big problems when she moves with her family to Florida. First of all, she's different. Really different. Then the nightmares begin. The kind she can't escape. Somehow she has to unravel the mystery of the ghosts who plague her before it's too late.
Michael Shipley just moved to town, too, and realizes at once Emily is trouble with a big T. If he becomes involved with her, his life will change forever. Premonitions he has that Emily's life will be in danger forces him to make a stand to protect the girl who's gifted with extraordinary abilities like him. They instantly bond as the two weirdest kids in school.
Both Michael and Emily have past histories, painful memories they'd rather forget. Faced with dangerous new challenges, they must overcome their past, threats at school, bullies in the flesh, and ghostly apparitions bent on a deadly game of revenge. What was once a simple matter, discover the secrets of the ghosts and appease them, becomes a race against time as Emily and Michael fight the evil that threatens to conquer them.
Excerpt from Ghostly Liaisons:
Sitting next to him, she poked a finger at the screen. "Look for pirates."
"I thought we wanted to find out about the girl first."
"Pirates." She glanced at him. "I think the pirate's treasure is the key."
"Pirate's treasure?"
"Yeah, the wooden chest filled with gold coins and bullion bars…buried somewhere in the swamp."
"You saw this?"
"Yep. The ghost girl draws me there. I'm sure it's important."
He typed in pirates, Florida. A list appeared. "Hmm, there are a couple of books here on the subject."
Emily hopped up from the chair to retrieve them from the shelves. She pulled one out and read through the first couple of pages. Michael typed in ghost stories, Florida, and Emily returned to the chair beside him.
Reading out loud, she said, "As late as 1823, the U.S. government commissioned Commodore David Porter to stop the pirates: Black Caesar, Blackbeard, also known as Edward Teach, and Jean Lafitte. Earlier, pirates like Sir John Hawkins and Sir Francis Drake also raided the state. In fact, twenty famous pirates plagued the coast of Florida."
"Yeah?"
"Okay, what about this? 'September 10, 1622, a Spanish convoy of twenty-eight ships left Havana headed for home, loaded to the gunwales with treasure from South and Central America. Eight of the ships sank during a hurricane.'" She snapped the book closed. "What if pirates brought some of the treasure up here? The books say pirates lived all along the coast. In fact, they were some of Florida's first beachcombers."
"Cute."
"Yeah. There wasn't any treasure on the land, just from the Spanish galleons laden with it because they sailed up the Gulf Stream through the straits that parallel Florida's Keys. That's too far south of us, but maybe they hauled their booty up here to hide it."
"Could be." Michael wrote down a list of books on ghostly sightings, then walked over to the rows of shelves.
Emily followed him. "Lots of books?"
"Three, but the main library will have more. These include ghosts sighted in Florida, but I'll have to skim through them to see if any appeared in our area. Otherwise, we'll have to check deaths in the newspapers and other ghost books from the main library."
"Okay. I'll check the Internet in the meantime."
Emily logged onto the Internet on one of the computers. She typed in ghosts, Florida and came up with a long list of ghostly sightings.
One that instantly grabbed her interest was a haunted warehouse in Miami that housed Florida souvenirs. For two months, investigators, including police officers, an insurance investigator, a parapsychologist, a reporter, the owner, and a number of employees, observed objects moving or crashing to the floor, boxes sliding on shelves, or flying from one shelf to another in nearly two-hundred and fifty well-documented cases. But what caught Emily's eye was one of the young male employees was thought to have been moving the objects, unbeknownst to him, through psychic-kinetic abilities.
"Hey, look at this, Michael."
Michael joined her and scanned the article. He shook his head. "Ghosts, Emily. We're searching for ghosts."
"Shoot, Michael. Didn't we just read about psychologists trying to determine a scientific basis for our abilities? I mean, look at this. They tested the man over and over and it showed he moved the objects. Then he finally refused to be tested anymore." She looked up. "Why should he be treated like a guinea pig? He did it, and they have to keep making him do it over and over again to prove that he could."
"Ghosts, Emily. We're trying to find out who the ghosts are."
Maybe she could become an activist for people with special abilities, or a parapsychologist, although she might be somewhat biased. She read through three more articles while Michael sat beside her and skimmed through books on ghosts.
"Oh...oh...oh, Michael. Look. Asheley's Restaurant in Rockledge. That's not very far from us. Some say a woman must have died during the Roaring Twenties and frequents the restaurant and the area outside of it, but they don't know anything about her; where she was from, how she died, why she's 'stuck' there. Others mention a young man died on the railroad tracks behind the restaurant or Highway US 1 out front. They've found cold spots in various places. Customers and employees have seen apparitions, or objects moving by unseen forces. Many have heard strange sounds. Several of the incidents occurred in the restrooms or the kitchen, though there have been sightings all over the restaurant. One guy picked up the woman in the parking lot wearing the twenties-style dress. When he drove down River Road in Cocoa, she disappeared."
Emily looked up at Michael. "What do you think, Michael? Maybe Granny, you, and I could check out the place?"
Michael ran his hand over her back. "You sure are cute, you know? Okay, it probably won't have anything to do with the business we're checking into, but I'm certain Granny will be game. Though I hoped my first dinner date with you could have been a little less crowded...ghosts, grannies..."
Emily's whole outlook perked up. He wanted to take her out on a date...a real date. Fall dance, here they come.
She turned back to the computer monitor. "Well, I don't see anything else here. You want to go to the main library now?"
"Sure, let me put these books back. There's nothing in here to help us. Most of the sightings are in old St. Augustine." He walked back to the bookshelves and disappeared.
"That won't do." Emily shut down the computer, stood, and turned. She took a deep breath. "Michael," she whispered, her skin crawling with goose bumps.
"Yeah?" he called from between two rows of books.
"We've got company."
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So that's enough of pirates and ghosts for now, and I'm off to work on the newsletter. :) I believe it's the end of the Halloween story. I have a couple of others, but not sure if I have them any longer! Problem with computer crashes!
Have a delightful Friday!
Terry
"Giving new meaning to the term alpha male."
Cannibalistic Jack-o-Lantern!
Or....maybe the little guy is a Jack-o-Lantern cigar.
If a nasty old Jack-o-Lantern eats little Jack-o-Lanterns for breakfast, I hope he gets a good case of indigestion!
Despite the risk of getting fingers chomped on, would you be willing to rescue the little guy?
He looks like he's hoping for a rescuer!
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In Deadly Liaisons, Tezra Campbell needs such a rescuer. But the borderline renegade huntress doesn't believe this for an instant. But Daemon, prince of the vampires, thinks otherwise.
Excerpt from Deadly Liaisons:
"Another killing, Atreides?" Daemon turned away from his twin brother and again studied the SCU investigator, Tezra Campbell. He'd gained her name from the police officers' discussion of her when she was far enough away not to hear their crude comments. Not a few of them wondered what it would be like to peel the leather from her skin and expose the beauty beneath, to roll with her under the sheets, to find out if she was as hot in bed as she looked crouching at a crime scene.
The petite brunette tucked her hip-length hair behind her ear, the leather pants molding to her curvaceous legs and the short-waisted jacket showing off one hell of a sumptuous ass. The black turtleneck wrapped around her throat like protective armor. Daemon found himself wanting to pull it aside and feel the blood pulsing rapidly through her neck, to taste her tender skin, lap up her warm, sweet blood and to feel her tremble beneath his fingertips, drawn to his power.
He clenched his teeth, trying to ignore the feelings she stirred in him. Lust, nothing else, he chided himself. Yet, there was something about the woman that drew him in, more than her enticing form or resolute determination to take on a case that would earn her the death penalty from the vampire who had killed the police officers. Even more than the way she tried to ensure the hunter's safety should the rogue vampire target him next.
Daemon could have sworn she touched his mind, though normally humans couldn't do such a thing. Yet, the gentle stroke he had felt hadn't come from a vampiress seeking intimacy. If it had, she would have pursued him and attempted to solicit his response. The touch he had felt had been different, like the mist brushing his skin, softly, almost imperceptibly, there. No quest for sexual fulfillment, no personal communications meant solely for him. Something secretive, elusive and intimately seductive.
She closed her car door, and the engine roared to life.
"Such is the way of this violent world," Atreides finally said, as if he'd been caught up in the woman's mesmerizing qualities too.
Daemon's twin looked nearly identical to him except for being a tad shorter, his sable hair slightly less dark, and his eyes more of a chestnut brown, paler than Daemon's. Tonight Atreides wore a black leather trench coat, like he always did when he was on the prowl for a new blood bond. He appeared to be in one of his stranger, unfathomable moods. Something was percolating, but despite Daemon's attempts to catch glimpses of his thoughts, Atreides kept them shielded. Which meant Atreides was up to something. How many times would he have to get his brother out of some misadventure that might get them both killed?
"You had nothing to do with this police killing either, Atreides?" Daemon asked.
"Why do you always think so ill of me?" Atreides pointed to another warehouse. "More of our kind watch, as curious as we are about who's killing the police officers. So what do you think about the new investigator?"
"She's not a regular police officer, but an investigator with the SCU—worse, a borderline rogue, a dark huntress, who is bound to cause even more trouble."
Atreides's lips turned up so slightly, only someone who knew him as well as Daemon did would have noticed. "Ups the stakes a bit for the killer, don't you think?"
The muscle in Daemon's jaw tightened. "If he kills her, there'll be an outcry from the SCU. No doubt we'll have another bloodbath on our hands."
The woman's car disappeared into the fog.
"Many of us liked the good old days," Atreides said.
"Back to the slaughtering, back to a time when vampires preyed on humans and SCU hunters eliminated any vampire to even the score. An inhumane period of darkness for humans and vampires." Daemon shook his head. "You're not still angry over Uncle Solomon's death, are you?"
He knew his brother was. Knew the wound still festered from losing the last of their natural kin to overzealous cops investigating murders committed by a killer vampire they had assumed their uncle had been involved in.
"If you want to help the investigator, look elsewhere for the killer. You know he'll target her next."
"She's offered herself like a sacrificial meal." Daemon grunted. "A foolishly arrogant notion. Though the murderer will have a more difficult time of it—she'll be easier to kill than a hunter, but infinitely more of an…interesting challenge for the rogue than the city police officers."
"Will you aid her?" His brother's lips turned up, his eyes sparkling.
"What do you think?" Daemon couldn't help the sharpness edging his words.
Atreides hesitated to respond, wearing an odd expression that Daemon couldn't read.
"You respect their work to a degree, but have no more love for them than they have for us," Atreides finally said.
"Despite your preference for the good old days, Atreides, I want peace for everyone's sake."
If Daemon was forced to, he'd help the woman with her investigation to keep that peace. But only if there were no other alternatives.
A strange sense of foreboding washed over him. No matter how much he wanted to stay uninvolved, he couldn't fight feeling Tezra Campbell would soon need his protection. Nothing worse than tangling with a member of the SCU who viewed vampires with disdain.
"Don't do anything to get yourself into trouble, Atreides," Daemon warned, then headed to the police station to find out more details concerning the killings. He'd locate the murderer without involving himself with the woman.
At least that was the plan.
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Except for the second bedroom she'd converted into an office and lab, Tezra's apartment was cloaked in darkness. Perched on her leather chair, studying samples from two previous killings on slides under the microscope, she rubbed her temple to massage the headache brewing there. Too many late night hours investigating the murders. She took another sip of her coffee and grimaced to find it cold. The phone jangled, shattering the peace and her nerves.
Lifting the receiver she said, "Yes?"
"You…you needed to know about my husband, Officer Stevens?"
"Cynthia Stevens?" Tezra hadn't thought the bereaved woman would call her but that someone from the police force would. The sound of the woman's barely controlled emotions didn't help Tezra keep her own feelings out of it.
"He…he didn't wear cologne. My…my husband. He was allergic to stuff like that. I couldn't even wear perfume or he'd…" Cynthia broke into fitful sobbing.
"I'm…I'm so sorry, Cynthia. I…I wish I could have saved him."
"You? What could you have done against the demon? He'll…he'll kill them all." The phone clicked dead in Tezra's ear.
He'll kill them all, echoed in Tezra's tired brain. He'll kill who all? All the men at the precinct? She slowly let out her breath. Hell, now what? She needed to know what Cynthia knew, but she figured the widow was too distraught to question at the moment.
But the business about the cologne…didn't it prove that two vampires were present tonight? One wearing her father's cologne, the other wearing sandalwood? And Krustalus had attempted seductive solicitation while the other vampire was filled with rage?
She glanced at her watch. Where the hell were the new tissue samples?
As if in answer to her unspoken query, her front door opened. She knew damn well she had locked it. It shut with an ominous click. She sat frozen, listening for footsteps. There was no sound save the central heater rumbling as hot air spilled through the overhead vent.
Slowly, she slid her chair away from the desk toward her sword. A rush of adrenaline flooded her system, readying her for the perceived danger.
Before she could reach her sword, a man appeared in the doorway of her office and silently observed her. An ancient vampire. Since she had not invited him in, who the hell had? And why had he come through the front door? A game, maybe. To give her warning he was on his way, taunting her. Or perhaps to ensure she was all alone in the apartment, to avoid complications should there be a hunter here to protect her back, lounging in bed, waiting for her to finish her work.
The vampire's dark brown eyes watched her with unblinking severity. His sinister look and the size of him—six-feet, broad-shouldered—chilled her to the bone. Dressed in black slacks, shoes and a satin shirt, large-collared with full sleeves, he reminded her of a well-clothed pirate. The buttons opened halfway down his chest revealed a smidgeon of dark brown hair, triggering the notion he was marketing his goods—to conquer, to will her to him, to sate his hunger. He looked starved while he devoured every inch of her with his sexist glare.
Bolting from the chair, Tezra yanked her sword out of its stand next to the desk. Her heart thundered, and she knew the blood pulsing rapidly through her veins would trigger his bloodlust. Yet, he watched, no reaction at all.
"How did you get in?" she snapped. She spread her feet apart, giving herself better balance, preparing herself for his attack.
"What have you learned about the killer?" His voice, dark and deep, could seduce a female human easily into offering her throat to him before he bit into her jugular.
"Why? Are you afraid I've told the police who you are?"
His lips twitched.
She didn't waver in her stance. She couldn't kill him unless she was certain he was a rogue. Then again, if he advanced on her, she'd assume the worst.
"If that were so, what name did you give?" He walked over to her microscope, leaned down and peered into it as if he owned the place.
Her ire grew.
Since the distance between them remained the same, she shifted to ensure she still would meet him head-on if he attacked. Her hands clammy, her sword grew heavy while she kept it raised and ready for a fight.
The name Daemon flitted across his mind…and hers.
Daemon looked up from the slides when she didn't respond.
"Your name's Daemon." She would have enjoyed the fleeting look of surprise that crossed his face if it wasn't for the danger he represented.
He opened his mouth to speak, then shut it again. He rose to his full height. "How do you know my name?"
***So what do you think? Does she need a hot vampire rescuer? Maybe he can rescue the little Jack-o-Lantern while he's at it!
Have a super Thursday!!!
Terry
"Giving new meaning to the term alpha male."
www.terryspear.com
October 5, 2011
Mickey Mouse Pumpkin
Ever had a Mickey Mouse kind of a day? Well, here's a giant of a Mickey Mouse kind of a day with a huge pumpkin display!
We've had scary, Norseman, and even scifi jedi master jack-o-lanterns. But who couldn't love a big orange Mickey?
Do you carve pumpkins for Halloween?
I do have some decorations I need to get out since I'll be having guests. But no pumpkins. Though in years past, we've carved a lot of them. Nothing like they're showing today though!!!
Have a super hump day!
Terry
"Giving new meaning to the term alpha male."
www.terryspear.com
October 4, 2011
Do, or Do Not. There Is No Try--Jedi Master Yoda
Ah, yes, the wisdom of Yoda. I always thought the notion commendable. Don't say you're going to try and write a book, do it.
Don't say you're going to fix the plumbing. Do it, and then if that doesn't work, hire someone that can do the job right.
It's been one of those weeks, or I should say last week and this one has been, where everything that could malfunction does. The lights are not coming on in the closet. The toilet's not flushing. A drawer face came off...
And the list goes on.
Sometimes I think that it's amazing how these things happen all at once. But they don't. It's just that it takes me some time to get around to fixing them.
I buy new florescent light bulbs, the fixture still isn't working. But I did what I thought was the solution. I wiggle them back and forth occasionally, to see if I just don't have them seated properly, but it doesn't seem to make any difference. But I'd hate to call in an electrician, waste my time and his, not to mention the expensive service call just because I haven't seated the bulbs right.
Then there's the toilet. I do. I use the plunger. It breaks on me. I get another. It doesn't work. So I did what I could and called the plumber. Now it's his time to do. $812 later, did I ever mention how much I want to strangle my dad if he wasn't dead?, he would be grinning at me with that evil loveable grin..., the work still do be done this afternoon, I will have a working toilet.
And then there's the drawer. I did fix it! Once I located the Gorilla glue, and hope this time the drawer face stays in place. A friend of mine said her father glued a birdhouse back together, set it against a brick wall and the pavement to let it set, and it glued to the wall and pavement. No getting it apart.
So I'm hoping that's what happens with the drawer face. Three problems, one fixed...because there is no try--do, or do not.
And that's my story and I'm sticking to it!
What about you? Do you do???
Terry
"Giving new meaning to the term alpha male."
www.terryspear.com
October 3, 2011
The Beast Within
I LOVE this pumpkin!!! I am NOT an artist, but I have to say that this is really artwork to be loved.
It reminds me of my YA story: THE BEAST WITHIN that is about berserkers from the Norse world. And really, doesn't it suit the picture here too?
The little toothy beastly-looking mini jack-o-lantern that either is ready to be eaten, or came from that great cavernous mouth of the big jack-o-lantern.
The only thing I wonder about is where the little one's horns are???
Kitta Sjoni is a troubled teen, but not in the usual sense. Plagued by visions of 10th Century Viking marauders is only a tip of the problems she faces. Killing a curse and taming the beast within—that's her goal, but can she survive the test?
Bjornolf Jorgenson, beleaguered by marauder nightmares, is drawn to Kitta, the clone of the girl from his visions. She's the only one who doesn't shy away from his uncontrollable rages, but she draws trouble like a sponge soaks up unmanageable spills. What is his real connection to the spunky teen and can he help her, like she wants to help him before it's too late?
Ah yes, the typical, or atypical teen with a problem. Curses!
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So, now that I've given you a great idea of how to carve a cool Viking pumpkin, who's going to try it???
Here, if we put out pumpkins, they dissolve into gooey masses of slime covered in black mold.
Perfect for Halloween, don't you think?
Terry
"Giving new meaning to the term alpha male."
www.terryspear.com
October 2, 2011
Superstitions
Now that my kids don't trick or treat any longer, it's time to put away Halloween frivolities. Or is it?
Nah! When I was a kid, I loved spooky stories, ghostly stories, things that went bump in the night.
From sweaty plastic masks to used ballroom gowns, Halloween was the best. Because after that came Thanksgiving and then Christmas! So it was the start of the fun season that kept on going.
So I wanted to talk about superstitions. Here are some my great grandmother passed on to my grandmother and my mother:
Step on a crack, break your mother's back.
Put your underwear on inside out by mistake, good luck.
Find a string/thread on your clothing, good luck.
Toss a pinch of salt over your left shoulder, to ward off the devil. This one started supposedly because salt was such a precious commodity, often used in place of money to barter with, that if it was spilled, you had to toss a pinch of salt over your left shoulder to keep the devil at bay.
Walking under a ladder, bad luck.
Black cat crossing your path, bad luck.
Breaking a mirror, 7 years bad luck.
If you see a shooting star, it is good luck.
Well, I actually added that in the story THE SIREN'S LURE. Is the vampire's meeting with the siren good luck after they both see a shooting star?
A vampire wishes upon a falling star and ends up with more than he bargained for. When he attempts to rescue a woman in distress, he soon learns she's not quite human and not a huntress--or at least like any he's ever known. That's when the seduction begins--but who is seducing whom?
What superstitions were passed on by your family?
Terry
"Giving new meaning to the term alpha male."
www.terryspear.com
October 1, 2011
Thinking Backwards
I'm doing a backwards listing of upcoming releases today at Casablanca!
And I need to get a couple of synopsis (longer ones) for the fall releases next year. So as soon as I post something really brilliant on this, I'm off to work on the marketing materials.
See, after writing the book, that's not the end. Then there's the synopsis that details all the main points of the story, and then the short back cover blurb and the wish list for what might work for a cover. So it's not really finished.
Then edits come. First the overall story look--does it need an extra scene here, one cut out here, more of major revisions. Then the final edits...which aren't really the final edits, but this one goes over the book one last time before the final final edits. Which is the final look at the manuscript to make sure that small things aren't added in or left out when the last changes were made....periods, a half a quotation mark, etc. That's the editing process I love the best. The book is almost done and it looks like the real deal at that point.
So finishing a mss is only the beginning. :) Then there's more work.
I have to read the stories again, just to write the synopsis. You'd think I'd write them once I finish the stories. But not me. I'm off into another story world putting characters in danger while they fall in love.
I can't help it. Even before I've finished the last of a book I've been working on, I'm already formulating a new story idea. Why? Because I know the other is coming to an end. The characters are getting their happily ever after. But it can't be the end! I need to have another story going, pronto!
Some write their synopsis before they pen the story. I couldn't. I haven't any idea where my story will take me. But it seems the logical way to do things, doesn't it?
Maybe I'm just a backwards thinker. You think?
Are you a backwards thinker sometimes too?
Hope you have a lovely day that moves forward in a wonderful way!
Terry
"Giving new meaning to the term alpha male."
www.terryspear.com
September 30, 2011
Conquering the Night?
It's an honor to be asked!
So I'm thrilled.
Then I received a request from my editor for longer synopsis on the two books for fall 2012, and the title that was mentioned for the jaguar book was now: Conquering the Night!
Okay, so new title! It may change again, so don't put that in your notes for when you have to take a test on it. :)
Last night, we had a demon possess the cash register when I was trying to shut it down. First, one of our librarians hit the wrong key and it took me about 15 minutes to clear that error message. Then I was getting ready to shut it down for the night, and a new error message pops up. Can't get the register open. Can't clear the message.
Then another librarian poked a couple of buttons and voila!
The demon took charge of the register. We had a receipt that kept printing, and printing, and printing the same thing over and over and over. I shut it off, turned it on, same thing.
So I shut it off, looked at him with raised brows, he gave me one of his elusive smiles, and I thought the only thing I could do was try to clear the register and pull the receipt. I really didn't think it would work because the printer was printing non-stop.
I started the clearing procedure, and it worked!
Although we have this HUGE receipt that shows the devil was at work.
And who knows if the cash register will work this morning. I'm not worried. That's what managers are for. They get paid the big bucks!
:)
Besides it's Friday!!!
Have you ever been stumped by a haywire machine that you're sure has been infested with gremlins?
Did I ever mention the time my computer began typing nonsensical stuff across my Word documents? But that's another story....
Terry
"Giving new meaning to the term alpha male."
www.terryspear.com
