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Community

I'm blogging with Parvati Tyler from Fighting Monkey Press over the weekend in honor of Community and Eid.

I'm one of those people who adores to be alone. When I have time to sit and write or read on my own, in silence, with a cup of tea by my side, I'm in heaven.

And yet, groups are important too. I have many important communities in my life. Most important in my life: my family. We straggle together and fight together, sometimes we weep and there are loads of laughs as well. My daughter, my husband, and my sister are first in my life, forever more.

I am supremely lucky to have a host of wonderful friends. I've known some of them since I was six. And with these friends, I must add some that I have never met. I correspond daily with writers and readers across the globe, and they are some of the most dear, caring people I know.

The funny thing is, communities can create themselves constantly. When I studied in Valencia, I ended up as part of a group of students. They were a lot of fun, and we hung out constantly. We helped each other out and explored that beautiful city.

It was the same when I stayed in Mexico. I immediately became part of a group of friends who traveled around Cuernavaca with me. We negotiated the Mexican bus system, museums, supermarkets, and it was spontaneous. It was community.

I think that there are groups yet to come into my life. Others will pass out of it. It's like I'm swimming through a series of bubbles, each filled with different communities of people. They greet me as I pass through, and for that one moment, although our names and skins are completely different, we are family.

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Graveyard - BlogFlash 2012

YESSSSSSS. I've been waiting for this prompt from BlogFlash. Because the books and the furry pets and the creativity are lovely and all, but I'm all about graveyards.

Why? I'm a writer, that's why. Strolling around an old graveyard is like taking a trip through inspiration land. Not only is each headstone a possible story, but the cemeteries themselves are silent, enclosed places. Anything could happen there.

I've always found graveyards to be really peaceful places. There are usually trees and ivy, and you can sit and dream of frightening or wonderful things that happen there.

Obviously, this does not happen in the modern above ground mausoleums. Even the name is awful to me - MAUSOLEUM. They're fine for burial purposes, of course, but for a writer looking for imagination and skeletal hands reaching up out of the earth - not so much.

No, give me the old, crumbling graveyard with cobwebs and dreams. I'll grab my book and sit there instead.

A Different World - BlogFlash 2012, Day 16

In my Junior year in college, I went on a trip to Guatemala. That country, more than any other that I have ever visited, truly was a different world.

Everything was strange, as though we had entered a different dimension. There was a spicy smell in the air. Colors were different - brighter, more lush. The bright statues in the churches, the clothes and the markets, they all struck my vision in a new range that I hadn't experienced before.
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Radio was different. The one station seemed to play nothing but political propaganda - military marches continuously interrupted by a commanding voice proclaiming the newest government victory.

The blankets in the bed were damp. My sister and I curled up on top of the bed and wrapped ourselves in the Guatemalan rugs we bought at the market and ignored the gunfire from the streets outside.

Weeks later we heard that fifty indigenous Guatemalans had been beheaded at that same market.

The roads curled up mountainsides, rising higher and higher into the clouds. Our driver drove at speeds that made us gasp, especially when there was a chunk missing from the lane. The road had fallen down the cliff, leaving a huge gap in the road. The driver merely veered into the other lane to avoid it. He turned up the government propaganda, seemingly bored by it all.

We went to visit Mayan ruins. We had to cross a border, and our truck was fumigated there with a large smoke machine. I still have no idea what the purpose was or the content of the foul-smelling smoke. 

In the ruins, we could crawl over the piles of rubble, covered with vines. I descended into the catacombs below one pyramid and hastily withdrew; it was dark as sin. 

That was a strange trip to a strange world. I think I was in the country in a very difficult point in its history. Still, it was like going back in time at least a century, on a strange planet. 

Catching up with BlogFlash 2012; days 12 - 15

My goodness, I'm behind. It's a normal thing for me, like when we had to run that mile in track ... back in gym class.... good times.
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I missed a few posts of BlogFlash since I had promised Goddess Fish a stop on the Justin Ordenez tour. And I'm glad I did; Sykosa was amazing. You can read more about that here and here.

However, I see that I've missed Day 13 - 15, which have the prompts Forest, Children, and Books.

I'm going to totally cheat here, just like I did in the running of the track back in 11th grade, by combining the three into one post. I've been rereading classics lately (I just finished The Prisoner of Zenda) and these blog prompts made me think of The Children of the New Forest.

This book is the story of the children of Colonel Beverley. During the battle of the Royalists and the Roundheads, everyone thinks they have been killed in a fire. They are not dead, however, and they escape to The New Forest to live there with their former gamekeeper. 

The two boys and two girls have to learn how to live off the land, after being raised in a wealthy household. They begin by being spoilt brats ("boisterous romps") although they are willing enough to learn how to live in the forest. 

There is loads of excitement and adventure, which are my drugs of choice, as the children escape being found by the Roundhead soldiers and grow up in the Forest. 

The book is compelling enough, although it is written in the style of The Swiss Family Robinson : This happened, then this occurred, etc. Character development is a bit rudimentary, and I think the book would make an excellent candidate for a modern rewrite.


Still, if you enjoy reading about hunting and sport, there is loads of that in The Children of the New Forest. The boys learn how to hunt and dress stags, and the girls learn to milk and take care of cows and chickens. 

Drama increases as the plot continues, and the historical background is excellent. I recommend this for anyone who likes to read classics or about survival.

PS - You can read this bad boy for FREE from Project Gutenburg, here, on your Kindle or PC. 

Celebrations and Carrot Soup

For the next few days I'm blogging with Parvati Tyler at Fighting Monkey Press. In celebration of Eid, we are posting blogs to celebrate community.

The first thing to think about at any celebration is food, so I'm giving you my uncle's recipe for amazing carrot soup. And stay tuned at the end - I'll show you how you can personalize the soup to your own tastes.

Carrot Soup

9 medium carrots (organic are best)
5 medium potatoes
1-2 leeks, the white bulb portion only
1 box organic chicken stock

Peel carrots and cut up into inch long pieces. Peel the potatoes and cut into smal cubes. Slice leek into 1/4" slices. 

In a saucepan, melt 1 oz butter. Soften leek in butter for 5 minutes.

Add the other vegetables and let simmer.

Add chicken stock. Bring to boil.

Turn down simmer for about 30 - 40 minutes, until carrots and potatoes are soft. 

Using an immersion blender, puree soup.

NOW COMES THE FUN PART!

You can make this soup your own by adding any of the following:

Fresh dill and sour cream
Curry powder
Crumbled bacon
White pepper and fresh parsley

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The Next Big Thing

I was tagged to do The Next Thing by Coral Russell, the lovely author and blogger at Alchemy of Scrawl. We are doing The Next Best Thing, which is ten question about a WIP.

What is the working title of your book? The last book in the Crown Phoenix series is called The South Sea Bubble.

Where did the idea come from for the book?

I already had my story in place from the previous book, but I started to obsess about bathyspheres and postboxes. I played around with those ideas and came up with the framework for the book.

What genre does your book fall under?

Steampunk, but my books are set in the Edwardian era, not the Victorian age. My stories have loads of adventure and a little bit of romance.

Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?
My beautiful, magical governess, Mana, becomes the Queen of Lampala. Zoe Saldana would be perfect for that role. As for the rest of the cast, I'd love for some unknown young actors to pick up the roles of Miriam, Simon, Lizzie, and Ninna.

What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?

Lizzie and Ninna learn how to be nurses in a hospital where mysterious things happen at night.

Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?

My book is published through Myrddin Publishing, an author collective.
What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?

I suppose it's a bit like Hugo. My real influence, however, was Enid Blyton. She's dated, especially in her world views, but my goodness that woman could create great adventure stories.

Who or What inspired you to write this book?

Enid, as I said. I was also inspired by the music of Angelique Kidjo, a wonderful singer from the country of Benin. In fact, I based the language in the book on some of her lyrics.

What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?

Hmmm... if you like antique machines mixed with quantum physics, as well as adventure and Edwardian characters, you might give my series a try. It should be ready to purchase in September.

Now I'm tagging these excellent authors:
Shaun AllanJoan Hazel
Ross Kitson
Kate Barker
Krista Hatch

Cabin Goddess

I've mentioned Kriss Morton's blog, Cabin Goddess, on here before in connection with foodies, and she does serve up a great array of dishes that you can just happen to cook over a campfire or, say, in a dry cabin in the Alaskan wilderness.

There's a lot more to her than that - she's also a book reviewer and a fantastic writer. Take, for example, this post that she wrote to celebrate seeing a moose with twin baby moose in her driveway. (What do you call baby moose? Meeselets?)

She writes amazing poetry too, such as this one titled A Kiss of Sin. 

Besides all that amazing creativity, she creates beautiful photography and graphics. When anyone in my blogger's group needs a banner or a button, Kriss is right there to help. Ditto if anyone is doing a giveaway or a blog hop - she always jumps right in to help.

I've spoken with Kriss on the phone on the transcountry Alaska - New Jersey line, and she's even better on the waves of aether. She is funny and passionate, and she adores good writing. You have to work to chat with her, though - her mind is so full of ideas and concepts that the conversation is a freewheeling Magical Mystery Ride, zooming from zombies to bacon to The Hairy Eyeball.
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Kriss is one hell of a good friend. 

Review of Sykosa, by Justin Ordonez

Sykosa is not my kind of book, and Sykosa, the main character, is not my kind of girl. I got sucked in by the title, however, and I'm really glad I went along for that strange, dreamy ride.

Sykosa the character is an Asian-American young woman. She thinks about Prom, about her boyfriend Tom, about Niko (who is Niko3.0 - the new version) her friend.

She doesn't think about what happened to her the year before. It was traumatic, we know that much, and anything that brings her close to remembering it makes her nearly pass out. Ordonez says that we don't know what it is because the characters don't know what happened either.

No, she is not my kind of girl, but it feels fantastic to climb inside the skin of girl who is so different from me. And that is what Ordonez has provided - a sealskin, a different mentality to inhabit during the course of a book that slips and slides and treats the reader to a ride that unfolds like origami.

Each aspect of the book: Prom, the event, Niko3.0, and Sykosa herself, is presented and represented so we get to see them again and again. And yet we never know what they are. The girls, Niko and Sykosa, go shoplifting, they talk about boyfriends and sex, they go to a party - but are they even friends? Niko is now Niko3.0. "And doing this stuff to the Bitches is what Sykosa and Niko did together pre-Tom. They were best friends and they stuck to the group and everything was perfect."

So something has changed, or is in the middle of change, but we can't put our fingers on what it is. Heck, the characters themselves can't say what it is.

Ordonez switches seamlessly between poetic writing and the quasi-sexual obsessions of high-school girls. "The Blackness may not have her today, but she can't deny her Prom dream has affected her." It's as though while creating this character, this girl-suit for us to wear, Ordonez himself has crawled right into the high-school girl psyche to explore it.

Tom himself is a perfect example of the duplicitous nature of the book. He is Sykosa's boyfriend. He is a straightforward young male - he wants sex. Yet, is he her boyfriend? He doesn't talk to her the way he does with Mackenzie, the girl who is his friend. And will he really ask her to Prom? He's a mystery to his own girlfriend.

If you are a bit weary of the stream of self-published 50 Shades wannabe books and are looking for something completely different, I highly recommend Sykosa. Be aware that it is for those who are 18 and older, as the book discusses sex and sexual topics in frank, uncensored language. However, the language and the sex make sense within the theme of the story; therefore, I really enjoyed it, since it wasn't sex for shock value or for titillation.

Did I mention this book costs less than one dollar? All this talent and originality, and it is only 99 cents. Really. You can buy it at the link on the left, or by clicking here.

Sykosa by Justin Ordonez: Social Elements

(I must mention here that the book Sykosa is for those 18 and older. The novel contains explicit sexual content as well as strong language. However, as I read the book I was struck by the beautiful writing and the how the author captured the feelings of a young Asian-American woman who has experienced trauma. I'll be reviewing this book tomorrow.)

Justin will be giving away a fifty dollar gift card to one randomly drawn commenter during the tour, so do leave a comment here. You can also visit the other stops on the tour, seen here (scroll down to see the tour dates, with live links.)

The author has written a very thought-provoking guest post for us here at Fresh Pot of Tea. I hope you enjoy his essay as well as his book.


Social Issues in Sykosa.In writing Sykosa, I knew I wanted a story that, for lack of a proper way to phrase it, peeled itself like an orange. So that its outside appeared rather ordinary, but upon examination, the reader comes to view the story as being not what s/he first suspected it of being. A review of Sykosa at Libby’s Book Blog, stated it better than I currently am:
I start reading Sykosa, and at first, I just think it's this nice little book about this nice little Japanese-American girl sitting in class at this nice little school thinking about painting her fingernails. Seriously - that is how the book starts,” followed by, “And, then... And, then author Justin Ordonez, starts dropping subtle hints that something is wrong. Something happened to Sykosa - but, what? This book really snuck up on me. Because during the time that I was reading it, I would find myself thinking about it when I was driving or doing other things. I would be mulling it over, trying to put the pieces together.
During Sykosa, we first get the overview of Sykosa, her friends, her parochial school, her parents, her boyfriend Tom, and that they were all involved in a mysterious incident that happened “last year.” As we progress, we come to see that the construction of Sykosa’s world is no incident. It’s been derived by sets of values and the various institutions who propagate those values. In such, the social construct of Sykosa’s life is a driving factor in the novel’s events. First and foremost is probably race. Sykosa, by Justin OrdonezHigh schools are places of intense racial segregation, and I mean this beyond its obvious manifestations.  Sure, black kids tend to sit with black kids, white kids with white kids, and Asian kids with Asian kids, but the issues of race go far deeper. Legal battles for equal education opportunity in America are part of everyday history classes—from “separate but equal,” to Brown vs Board of Education, to inter-district busing, to white flight, to vouchers, the American education system is a good measure of how racially equal we are as a country. This pertains to Sykosa as she is a Japanese-America women who attends a mostly white school in an affluent part of Washington. At her school, there’re a large amount of white kids, a few packs of Asian kids, and very few black kids. This dynamic has created an unspoken superiority for the white kids. (It’d be hard to create an atmosphere where this wasn’t true—they’re 90+% of the school. It’s almost unnatural for a superiority-complex not to emerge). For years, this balance was uninterrupted, but that changes during Sykosa’s sophomore year when Niko, Sykosa’s best friend, attempts to oust the social establishment, a group of white girls known as the “Bitches.”I want to avoid spoilers, so the general takeaway is that an undercurrent of racism becomes fueled when Niko and another girl named Donna, leader of the Bitches, being to squabble. It leads to a tragic event endangering Sykosa’s life and leaves her permanently affected. During the tragic event, she was saved from danger by a boy named Tom, and he was physically injured in doing so.For these part, the novel discusses the mental aspects driving Sykosa over the societal aspects. Sykosa was always sort of a moody, introverted personality, which is not the majority personality for a female, and probably explains why certain women don’t like Sykosa as a person. (Though, it explains how Sykosa and Niko, a type-A dominator, have kept such a close friendship). Yet, while Sykosa’s is not the majority personality type for a woman, hers is not uncommon. Where Sykosa is most conventionally female is how, for most of her life, she has experienced bouts of depression. (Women experience depression 50% more frequently than men, and something like 90% of women experience one long bout of it in their lives). Sykosa’s poor management of her moods and her anxiety transforms into Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) following the events of “last year.” PTSD is characterized by either continually re-imagining the traumatic event or feeling numb to it and, by extension, the totality of life. Either way, the traumatic event is predominate in a victim’s thoughts and actions. This condition is a source of frustration and shame for Sykosa. Her community, as well her friends and family, wants to move past “last year,” yet she cannot let it go, nor can she stop herself from fearing its second occurrence. In short, she’s lost her trust in the institutions she thought would protect her, and now she is uncertain what to feel or think.            Sykosa, Part I: Junior Year establishes these two concepts in simultaneity, each working in the background of her life and her decisions. In that way, it’s a very human book. There’re no superheroes to save these characters from themselves. This is because, unfortunately, there’re no innocent characters in Sykosa. Everyone is guilty. That is partially what Libby refers to when she says, “I would be mulling it over, trying to put the pieces together.” In Part I, the reader sees how institutional racism, Niko’s ambition, Sykosa’s mental illness, Tom’s sexism, and the school’s traditional ideology lead to rape, addiction, and assault, yet the reader cannot fully figure out what happened, “last year,” since the characters themselves cannot figure it out. None of the ideological constructs (religious, political or philosophical) are answering the question of “why.” They only offer a refuge, a place to explain away what happened, a mechanism for blame, which allows for the superficial sensation of justice.For anyone who is interested in these aspects, or you’ve experienced or known someone who suffered of mental illness, Sykosa will probably be a reading experience that rings true. Certainly, for a reader interested in a decisive plot developing alongside the story itself, Sykosa is definitely be a book that meets the mental puzzle you’re seeking out.
Hey! Justin Ordoñez wrote a book called Sykosa. It’s about a sixteen year old girl who’s trying to reclaim her identity after an act of violence destroys her life and the lives of her friends. You can find out more about Justin at his blog. You can also find Sykosa, the novel, on Amazon. 

Celebration: BlogFlash 2012 Day 12

Our house has been doing a lot of celebrating lately. We held our annual swim party last weekend, and Game Night was last night, with a group of dear friends. This means that at the moment, I'm tired, sitting in a kitchen that needs a really good mopping up, and I'm a bit hungover as well.

The year seems to be pinned to the wall by celebratory dates. Everything is going along, normal normality, and then - boom! it's a birthday. Or an anniversary. Or the first leaf fell, whatever. 

That means I need to take a deep breath, clean the house (especially the windowsills, which I just discovered were coated with dust behind the window frames) go to Costco, get out my gladrags, etc. etc.

I complain a great deal throughout this process.

And when the day comes, and the friends arrive, and the conversation and the laughter starts, I get into Celebration Mode and it is all worth it. It's more than worth it - it's that great connection between friends and family a few times a year. After all, no matter how we pray or vote, we all act quite alike when that grill starts to sizzle.