Sherrie Henry's Blog, page 5

On finishing a novel ….

I’m nearing the finish line for my second novel. ‘Two Red Leaves,’ a sequel to ‘Last of the Summer Tomatoes.’ I’m feeling a little sad about it; I don’t have any ideas for a third novel involving these characters, so it will be hard to leave them behind. I know what they think, how they’ll react to any situation, and yes, in my mind they get the HEA. (Don’t worry, the novel does end on a very happy note, but there’s always trials and tribulations for every couple to conquer. I love these characters, Sam and Kyle, Kyle being my baby. Abused and tormented as a teen, he actually grows into a well-rounded human being. He still has emotional scars and they do come out at times. I’ve put my MCs through hell and back in this current novel and have felt every emotion I’ve put on the page. Maybe a third novel will come to me, eventually, but I do have two other novels that have been stuck in WIP limbo for way too long. My vampires want my attention, as does the entire world of Gael that sprang up after watching Dune  for the umpteenth time. And I can’t forget the dozen or so plot bunnies that have been languishing on my hard drive. There are days I wish I could write and not worry about bills or my house falling down around me. Until Kyle and Sam speak to me again, I need to leave them behind as I finish the last couple of chapters. I will miss them, but hopefully this novel will get picked up and published and I can revisit them each time I get a review. Maybe a reader will spark an idea, or a fellow author asks me why I did this and not that. Inspiration can happen from anyone, anywhere. Fingers crossed this novel will be accepted and I’d love to have a publication date either right before or during the Gay Romance Literature Retreat in October. I’m going for the first time … it is in my back yard and I’m doing the Supporting Author. It would be marvelous to debut it there. I leave Sam and Kyle within the next few days and while I will revisit them during the editing process (such a joy that is!), it won’t be the same. It won’t be new adventures, new growth, new perspectives. Maybe the years will be kind to them next time they speak to me; maybe they’ve had more trials to go through, but I know this, they do love each other and we can only hope that love triumphs in the end.

Love, in all shapes, sizes, genders, is precious

We all know that one couple, the one that endures through all adversity and comes back time and time again to prove that love still does exist. I know of such a couple, one I only know through Facebook, but I feel I know them so personally.

One is ill right now, severely ill, and even though there is great hope, great optimism of his recovery, I can't but help be scared, and I only know this person through the 0s and 1s that make up social media. I can't imagine what his fiance is going through right now. He is fortunate, as his family loves and cares for him and allows his fiance to visit, to stay in the hospital room, to be by his side.

You may wonder, oh, how nice and go on your merry way. But the thing is, this is actually very unusual because the engaged couple are men, who have absolutely NO rights in the state in which they are living. I do find hope and encouragement that eighteen states thus far have put aside their bigotry and hate toward two people in love, but alas, it may be a while until all states see the light, including the one in which these two men are living.

I know there are a lot of conservative people out there that say that homosexuality is a sin, that these two men shouldn't have the legal protections that marriage gives to heterosexual couples, that these two men should get down on their knees and pray the gay away ... but these people who think that are so small-minded, so closed off from what love actually is, I actually feel sorry for them. They will never know true love in their hearts due to the hate they've placed there for someone that is not like them.

For any two people to find love, in my opinion, is miraculous. I don't get why it matters what dangles (or not) between one's legs when it comes to who you love. For any two people to find each other in this hustle and bustle, 24/7, loud and crazy world is amazing. When I see pictures of these two men, the love between them is so obvious, so clear, so pure ... why must people degrade that by nasty language and bigotry?

I've never found love, and at this point of my life, I probably never will. I've gone my adult life without love, so when two people find each other, in my eyes, it is so precious, a thing to hold so close to your heart, your soul. So I celebrate those who find love, who cherish it, who hold on with all their might. I have just re-ordained myself through the Universal Life Church and am available to ANYONE for marriage, handfasting, healing, or just spiritual counseling.

And to Eric and TJ, I wish there was more I could do, more I could give, more anything ... The best I can do is furnish a link to the fundraiser that is helping defray costs of family hotel stays and the medical costs that will surely come down the road.

Eric Arvin Support Fund

Eric and TJ, may your love be a beacon to others, and may others emulate your love.

May this healing rose send you its healing, vibrance and warmth.


On this, the darkest of nights, may the dawn greet you and the light shine again. Happy Winter Solstice to one and all.

New Book Release!

My newest book, 'A Wolf's Bane' is now available! It's a novella, coming in at about 33,000 words. Right now it's only an ebook, available at Amazon, All Romance eBooks, and Bookstrand. Click on the links below to order!

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Here's the beautiful cover, created by Soxsational Cover Art:

 

Things that go bump in the night ... or maybe not

Welcome to 'Souls Around the World' blog hop ... I hope you enjoy the blogs linked!

Okay, mine ... things that go bump in the night. Yeah. I've been woken straight out of a deep sleep by thumps and bangs, my heart racing, my eyes straining to see in the dark. Paranoid about the corporeal beings that might be trying to break in or is it the spirits trying to communicate?

I give myself a moment and realize ... yep, the dogs have slept right through it. Sometimes I just shrug and turn over, trying to get comfortable and go back to sleep. Other times I do get out of bed, my dogs begrudgingly following me as I search the house only to find something has fallen over (usually it's the fan that's no longer in the window after a strong breeze came through). I right the item, muttering to myself for getting riled up and about unstable fans in windows, then crawl back into bed where we all try to go back to sleep.

Have there been unexplained bumps in the night? Sure. Sometimes can't figure out for the life of me what woke me up. But alas, I've never been visited by Jacob Marley or his equivalent, never had the ghosts of Christmases anything hovering at the end of the bed. Could those mysterious bumps be the other world trying to communicate? Probably not. Maybe. Who knows for sure? I try to keep an open mind, but really, it's usually the house settling or heck, the next-door neighbor hitting the wall a little too hard, or yes, the fan toppling over. 

I'd think I would be open-minded enough for a ghost or spirit to visit me, but as I sit here and laugh at the 'Ghost Hunters' show, knowing that 99% of what they are 'experiencing' is either explainable or scripted for tv, it's hard to believe. 

The truth may be out there. I'd like to say I'm more Mulder than Scully, but really, I'm more like Bill Nye the Science Guy ... everything has an explanation and it's usually a simple one. I've probably become more jaded in the past few years, but as I said, I'd like to think I'm open to the possibility.

Like there really is a Bigfoot. Really. I NEED there to be a Bigfoot.

Enough rambling. Enjoy the hops and I hope nothing goes bump in the night for you!

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Taking out myself and Ms. Cassatta (who ran the blog hop), I had 12 people comment on my post. From the random number generator, comment number 6 has won! Congratulations to Shirley Ann! Check your email for information!

Thank you!

Thanks to everyone who stopped by. I'm doing a little better, not as pessimistic, but still not out of the woods. Working on it, I promise! So, to get any last minute stragglers, I'll wait until this evening to randomly generate a number for the winner of my ebook. Everyone have a great Saturday!

It's Back to School Time!

As part of Allison Cassatta's 'Back to School Blog Hop' I hereby present my blog. It's pessimistic and gritty, but I'm not in a funny, happy mood. If you want to enter the raffle of a $100 Amazon give card we're holding at the end of the hop, see the Rafflecopter link at the end of this blog. If you would like to win an ebook of my latest novel 'Last of the Summer Tomatoes,' leave a comment on this blog and I'll do a random number generator for the winner on the 31st.





Wow, where did the summer go? Well, being that I'm no longer in school, it really doesn't matter. Being a grown-up sucks; there is no summer break anymore, only those precious few days off we call a 'vacation' sometime during the summer ... if we're lucky.

I remember those 'back to school' days. As I lived on a farm, I didn't see many of my classmates over any given summer when in grade/high school. Each summer I would hope and pray I'd lose weight before I went back to school ... show those popular kids that I could be pretty and popular too. Unfortunately, it never happened. I was born roly-poly, I was roly-poly as a kid and now as an adult - well, you get the idea. I would look into the mirror each August with disgust ... I was still the fat, four-eyed kid with flat, straight hair and crooked smile. I guess it was a good thing I liked to learn; only way I made it through school was because I would learn something new ... not every day mind you (sometimes it seemed I knew more than my teachers), but at least I'd learn something new eventually.

Now I'm an adult. And I want to go back to school. Not to win any popularity contests, not to fit in, but to learn. I feel so stagnant these days, drudgery day in and day out, hoping I can keep the creditors at bay. Plastering on a smiley face and telling everyone I'm okay. I want to lose myself in books, in learning, and never come up for air. I want to put all my troubles behind me and just learn. Anything. Hell, I'd even take a math class if it was offered to me and I HATE math.

So kids, enjoy the 'back to school' days. Soon enough you'll join the adult world where there is no such thing as 'breaks,' where you'll find yourself clocking in and out day after day until you die at your desk. Because face it, there isn't going to be anything even remotely close to a 'retirement' plan when you get old. You MIGHT get to work only part-time after you pay off your mortgage and that's if you manage your fiances right and the stock market doesn't crash ... again.

Sorry to the be bearer of bad news, but face it. Life sucks. The only certainties in life are taxes and death and after the government gets done reaming you ... you'll welcome death.

Happy Back To School Everyone! 


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I've Been Nominated!!

I am excited to announce my short story "Twenty-Four Hours" has been nominated for Best Short Story by eFestival of Words Virtual Book Fair, host of the Best of the Independent eBook Awards. Please click here to vote. Winners are announced August 23rd, so please register and vote! If you haven't yet read "Twenty-Four Hours," please click here to order from Amazon. 




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The Star Trek Reboot - Movies

The muse isn't cooperating for me to write much and I can't sleep, so was thinking about the Star Trek recently. Just saw 'Into Darkness' for the second time this past Sunday and found myself moved much more this time than the first. I was still teary-eyed at the closing credits with the Original Series music; brought back so many memories of my childhood.

I remember getting a little black and white TV when I was a kid, like eight or nine. It had I think a nine- or ten-inch screen, but was still huge (back with the cathode ray tubes you know). It also had this little earpiece for one ear. Good thing I wasn't used to stereo TV! LOL

On clear Sunday evenings, late at night (well late for a nine-year-old, like 10pm) I could get the Louisville station that ran the original Star Trek reruns. Now, being nine, I had no idea what reruns where or syndication or whatever, I just knew I was mesmerized by this show about space and aliens and the unknown. I'd put a blanket over me and the TV, plug in the earpiece and hope mom or dad didn't come in to check on me as I was supposed to be sound asleep (I should have realized, even way back then, I was a night owl.)

So to hear that music, on the big screen made me very nostalgic. I adore most things Star Trek (although don't get me started on Barbie of Borg) and have enjoyed the 'reboots' of 2009 and 2013. So now I'm thinking about what the next movie should be. I'm assuming they are releasing it in 2016 to coincide with the 50th (yes FIFTIETH!) anniversary of the beginning of a cultural phenomenon.

Follow me, if you will. The 2009 movie rebooted the timeline from about the moment of Kirk's birth; thus everything that happened before in the Star Trek universe is still in play. Think about 'Star Trek: The Movie." Now I'm NOT advocating we remake that movie, but what about the V'ger aspect of it? V'ger is still out there and is trying to fulfill its mission, to give the information it has accumulated to its creator. It's been theorized that the 'world of machines' that repaired V'ger was the planet the Borg came from (I don't think this is canon, but it is an interesting theory). Now, there were more than just Khan's eugenics crew survivors out there; many were frozen like Khan and set upon the stars. What if that world of machines found some eugenics survivors and created the Borg? What if the world of machines had been inspired by V'ger to 'assimulate knowledge' but the message got corrupted and the Borg began to just 'assimulate'?

Oh, the possibilities. And can you imagine the CGI they could do these days? 

Maybe it's time I invest in the ST:TOS dvds. I miss those days long gone by where I listened to Roddenberry's messages through an earpiece in the quiet of a Sunday night.

Announcing my first novel, a Young Adult gay romance enti...

Announcing my first novel, a Young Adult gay romance entitled 'Last of the Summer Tomatoes.' If you find the time, I'd love to have you review it, either here on my blog, on Goodreads, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, etc. or on your own blog. Please let me know you've reviewed it, whether it be good or bad. I'd appreciate it! Click here to email me!


Kyle Jackowski, typical sullen emo teen, struggles to find a way to deal with his sexuality and finds himself in trouble with the law… again. But instead of being sent to a juvenile detention center like he expected, he is given a chance to commute his sentence by working on a farm for the summer. 

Enter Sam, son of the farm owners, who shows Kyle what he feels is perfectly normal and that he doesn’t have to hide from his feelings. In turn, Sam’s parents show Kyle that his abusive stepfather and battered mother are not the norm. With their love and support, Kyle finds his place in the world—by Sam’s side.