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Mark Helprin

I was knocked out, delighted, amazed, refreshed when finally it dawned on me that I could actually hear and see Mr. Helprin, the most masterful author of this age we live in. "Hey Patrick, try typing his name in at Youtube!"

And so I did.

A remarkable man, and a wonderful interview in Chicago.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jmGQu8...

Out Of The Ashes: Sunday evening, July 7, 2013

Out Of The Ashes: Sunday evening, July 7, 2013

Sunday evening, July 7, 2013

I had to take Marvin down last week in order to add the gracious Ashlie and Sean Nelson to the acknowledgments. Ashlie is the cover artist. While it was down, she changed the text font on the cover. That was above and beyond for her. I am so appreciative!

http://ashensorrow.deviantart.com/gallery/485678

The Dance of the Spiral Virgins
Authored by Patrick Sean Lee

List Price: $11.956" x 9" (15.24 x 22.86 cm) 
Black & White on White paper
314 pagesISBN-13: 978-1479178667 (CreateSpace-Assigned)
ISBN-10: 1479178667
BISAC: Fiction / Fantasy / ContemporaryDenver, 1998. An aged indigent who lives under a loading dock in the bowels of the city tumbles out of a dumpster one summer night onto his head. By all rights he should be dead. Thus begins the tale of Marvin Quenton Fuster, visited by a team of angels, adopted by the beautiful daughter of the state's governor, and captured by a dream inhabited by his destiny-Amy Alionello. He is driven by one single, consuming thought: To singlehandedly crack the mysteries of the human gene, reverse his age, find Amy, and then win her heart. The odds of success are stacked mightily against him.
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The Giveaway at Goodreads is into its first week, and I'm seeing several hundred entrants. That, too, is gratifying. If only a handful enjoy my wonderful book and choose to review it...wow:) I want to thank every one of the Goodreads readers and authors who signed up for one of the 15 free copies.
In 1998 when I began the first draft..."It was only a dream, of course, and everyone knew it..." I was certain that when I typed The End, and then sent the ms. off to the best agent in New York, within a year I would be acknowledged for my writing genius :) Laughing out loud in hindsight.
It's rough out there, but then I'm competing with some pretty serious talent, as well as some better than seriously good marketers. That's fine. Marvin is a fabulous, wonderful character, and someday many, many, many people will read his story and agree. I've never lost faith in him, or my own ability to tell his tale.

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      Maribeth Harris, the governor’s daughter, twenty-one come September, five-four, maybe five, blonde, eccentric, brilliant but too young to know it, a lover of lost or hopeless causes, beautiful in a James Dean sort of way, and a terrible driver.  Someone Anselm could make use of in his two times two equals ten method of calculation with these beings.
     Angels are no smarter than men or women—simply more obedient, less distracted, and much better traveled.
      He’s going tohave to vacate the underside of that dock.  But, where should I put him?  Have him put himself?  The rescue missions are no good, he’d wind up killing someone.
      Anselm sat deep in thought atop a stone bench.  The bench stood amidst a bed of dazzling, colorful flowers running alongside the narrow asphalt road winding through Cheesman Park, a few blocks to the east of the downtown area.  It was nine-fifteen in the morning.  A Colorado morning, a Denver morning that was impossibly exquisite—resting as the city did just below the ceiling of the world like a pearl in a silver mount.
      Marvin was sleeping soundly, with a spike holding him securely down.  Roget had Amy’s hand in his, even if she was unaware of it.  The situation was two-thirds under control, but where to put Marvin?  Where might he be planted that he could truly blossom?
      A sparrow with a worm in its mouth shot in a blur from the sky and perched on Anselm’s knee, though in the physical world his tiny claws clung firmly to thin air—six inches above the cool stone surface of the bench.  The little creature rested for a moment and studied him, offering the angel, perhaps, a piece of her chicks’ breakfast with a quick twist of her head that made the worm’s body whiplash.  No?  She whisked away again toward her nest in an elm thirty feet away, leaving the angel to sit quietly, considering Marvin’s housing dilemma.        Anselm failed to notice Maribeth Harris racing along the road on her way through the park to visit Maggie.  The governor’s daughter was in a hurry, as usual, and drove her Mercedes coupe, top down, stereo blasting Phish for all the world to enjoy along with her.  Maggie, a close friend from Denver University, was leaving for the airport at ten-thirty, and Maribeth was late to taxi her there.  Seventy-five feet away from Anselm, her cell phone sang out from its pocket in her purse, a monstrosity of denim and sequins lying on the passenger seat beside her.
      “Damn, that’s probably Mags…”  She reached with her right hand, yanked the top open and thrust the hand into the well of it.  Searching through the contents for the phone, shifting her eyes from the road ahead to the purse.  Windshield and road beyond quickly.  Purse.  Windshield glaring.  Purse again.  Edge of pavement at forty-five miles per hour....
(c) Patrick Sean Lee, 2012

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A Review Of Marvin

5.0 out of 5 stars(7)
5.0 out of 5 stars  The Redemption of Marvin Fuster  April 18, 2013By B. Case VINE™ VOICEFormat:Kindle Edition|Amazon Verified Purchase"Dance of the Spiral Virgins," by Patrick Sean Lee, is a very appealing, enchanting, and heartfelt fantasy told by a polished professional storyteller. This book is an absolute steal at $2.99! It's one of those gems hidden in the indie Kindle file. I don't often read fantasy, but a friend who loves discovering talented, low-cost Kindle titles assured me this book was worth the price. I'm happy I took her recommendation. This lovely tale kept me smiling and entertained from beginning to end.

What you get with this book is the quirky and disarming story of Marvin Q. Fuster. He's an uneducated, homeless, elderly alcoholic rescued by angels. The question for readers is always, why? Why are angels interested in this man's fate? What is their purpose? Why are they intervening to change the course of his life?

The story takes place in the present day in and near downtown Denver, Colorado. In the beginning of the tale, Marvin falls out of a dumpster after a night of binge drinking and ends up in the hospital. He almost dies. While recovering, he has a dream so powerful, so real, so compelling, that it changes his life forever. In the dream he meets Amy and falls in love. She is a gorgeous, entrancing young woman...and astonishingly, she seems interested in him, too.

Marvin wakes up from his dream as a man possessed! He is willing to do everything and anything he can to find Amy and convince her to love him. Of course, there's the huge problem: Marvin is a weathered, wrinkled, gray-haired, sixty-six year old indigent vagrant and Amy (she really does exist) is an exceptionally beautiful and talented young woman. In fact, she is the chief legal assistant to the law firm of Samson and Delilah. Martin believes the only way she'll even give him the time of day is if he manages to reverse the ravages of age and become young once again. Out of the blue, without even praying, Marvin gets some amazing Heavenly help. In an instant, an angel, named Anselm, turns Marvin into a superhuman genius. With more brainpower than Einstein, Marvin embarks on a crash course to solve the DNA riddle of aging.

Now, there is much more complexity to this amazing novel and I don't want to give away anything more than what I have already. Marvin does find Amy and (naturally) she is already involved with a heap of existing relationship problems of her own. And (of course), along the way to discovering the secrets of aging, Marvin befriends another young woman who believes in him and learns to care for him deeply despite his age.

Sounds interesting, doesn't it? Well, I hope I've teased you enough in this brief review so you'll want buy the book and read the whole story for yourself.

The author is far better than the $2.99 price tag. Indeed, this is the type of book that fully deserves the term "enchanting." It invites you to fall into the tale and get lost in the telling. It takes a mighty good storyteller to do that...and a powerfully good writer as well. Patrick Sean Lee shows he is up to the task.

Oh, and about that weird title? It comes from Marvin's dream. The dancing spiral virgins are DNA strands twirling around in Marvin's brain as he tries to figure out the enigma of aging.

"Dance of the Spiral Virgins" is a gentle gem--a captivating, redemptive, and uplifting tale--a story that will make you feel good about life and loving. The author is a wise soul who demonstrates how unexpected, wonderful, and crazy real life can get as we all stumble along gaining our true footing on the path God has designed for us to follow.
Author's note: And Marvin finally did:)Comment | 

Dynamite advice

We Are Not AloneKristen Lamb's BlogHomeAbout Kristen LambJoin the Love Revolution #MyWANA« Caution, Major Paradigm Shifts Ahead—The Reinvented WriterSteve Jobs and 5 Tips for Being a Successful Author Image via segagman Flikr Creative CommonsYesterday, one of our WANA International instructors, Amy Shojai, wrote about the importance of reinvention, and I strongly recommend her class this Saturday (which is recorded if you can’t make the time). Use code: OWFI for $25 off. As authors, we are in a new paradigm that changes faster than we can keep up with it, thus Apple seemed to be a natural segue into the topic of reinvention and excellence.Yes, Steve Jobs was known as a lot of things, including a tyrant and egomaniac. Yet, no matter how we feel about the man, Jobs remains the poster child for reinvention, and I found some quotes that make great lessons for all of us writers.Granted, I was inspired by another blog. Last month, I ran across a fantastic post by Tiffany Reisz Wisdom for Writers from Steve Jobs which I strongly recommend you read as well.Tip #1—Dare to Be DifferentOne of the major reasons a lot of other computer companies failed is that they tried to take on Microsoft, by being just like Microsoft. Instead of being brave enough to be different, they were imitators.Imitators are not interesting.In a world that has an increasingly shorter attention span, we must stand apart from the crowd. As writers, we are artists thus we have the power to create art in our work, not just some tired copy of something else. Be different. Be excellent. Put in that extra effort to stand apart from everything else. “It’s more fun to be a pirate than to join the navy.”~Steve Jobs Lack of flexibility is one of the current weaknesses in the traditional publishing paradigm. Because this is a business with a lot of overhead (beholden to shareholders), frequently, publishers will look to books they believe they can sell, which is code for “something like the last big thing that sold.” This doesn’t mean these publishers are putting out bad books, but it does mean that their business model limits the boundaries of creativity and innovation.For those of you who decide to take a non-traditional route, you have more freedom and flexibility to be daring. Daring is exactly what we need to be to stand apart, versus being just another brick in the wall.Ask yourself,  Why me? Why my book? Why would anyone choose my book over another? And if it’s just because of price, prizes or freebies? TRY HARDER. One of my all-time favorite Demotivationals.Tip #2—Dare to Be ExcellentLearn the craft. Read. Learn this as an art form. If you choose to self-publish, find beta readers who can give honest feedback and let you know if your book is ready. One of the biggest mistakes self-published authors make is that they publish too soon. Invest in good editing and a knockout cover. If you blog (and I recommend you do) be excellent. This is a sample of your voice, of you. In a world of cheap Taiwanese imitations, people long for excellence. When you’re a carpenter making a beautiful chest of drawers, you’re not going to use a piece of plywood on the back, even though it faces the wall and nobody will ever see it. You’ll know it’s there, so you’re going to use a beautiful piece of wood on the back. For you to sleep well at night, the aesthetic, the quality, has to be carried all the way through. ~Steve Jobs Ask yourself,  Have I done all I can to make this work as good as it can be? Tip #3—Keep it SimpleNew writers often try to reinvent plot as we know it. Three-act structure works. It’s worked for thousands of years. The greatest stories of all time can be summed up in a sentence. Simplicity leads to complexity, where as complicated leads to confusion. Great stories are very basic. There are no new plots. I could hand ten writers a great idea for a story and we’d end up with ten totally different novels. It is all in execution.Same with social media. WANA methods are simple. Be kind. Be focused. Be consistent. Be authentic. Add value. Be part of a community. Serve others first. That’s it. And yes, I have written a new book, but everything I teach can be summed up in those seven sentences. Algorithms and fancy marketing plans can quickly overrun the most important part of what we do—write books/create art. That’s been one of my mantras — focus and simplicity. Simple can be harder than complex: You have to work hard to get your thinking clean to make it simple. But it’s worth it in the end because once you get there, you can move mountains. ~Steve Jobs Ask yourself,  Could I tell what my book is about in less than three sentences? Okay, now make it ONE. Tip #4—Love What You DoWriters have more opportunity to succeed than ever before. For the first time, we are seeing novelists make six and seven figures. But, if you look at all the successful authors (traditional and non-traditional), they work their tails off. And, the funny thing is, it rarely feels like work. Why? To really do well in this business we have to LOVE IT.Yet, there is a hard truth about love.Love is not all kitten hugs and rainbow kisses. Love is work. Love has good days and bad days. Love requires sacrifice. It requires boundaries. It requires prioritization. It demands toughness and tenderness all in the same space. Whether it is our marriage, our family, our kids or our craft, love is not all a glittery unicorn hug.I speak at a lot of conferences, and I generally can tell the writers who will succeed versus the ones who won’t. One type of writer wants to make hard cash. He loves money more than craft. He attends all the social media classes and marketing classes that promise to maximize his book sales. Sales, sales, charts, algorithms, outsourcing, programs! Yay!The other writer? She believes writing is floating around with the muse being inspired all day. She is in love with a romantic vision of being a writer…not the craft or business of writing. She doesn’t need social media. “A good book alone will sell itself.”Uh huh.Take a gut check and make sure you love writing. If we seek to do this writing thing professionally, then there is a lot of changing diapers writing, staying up cleaning puke out of the carpet revisions,taking the kid to school every day blogging, toy box explosions social media. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. ~Steve Jobs Ask yourself,  Am I willing to do the unfun stuff, too?  Tip #5—Embrace FailureWe didn’t learn to ride bikes by hopping on one day and pedaling away perfectly. Most of us fell…a lot. We all had our fair share of skinned knees and elbows before we looked like we knew what we were doing. Writing is the same.If you aren’t failing then you aren’t doing anything interesting. Failure teaches us more than success ever will. Our greatest successes often will be birthed from the ashes of many doomed attempts. You can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. ~Steve Jobs Ask yourself,  Am I open to learning? Do I view failure as a tombstone or a stepping stone?  What are your thoughts? What struggles have you faced in the new paradigm? Have you had to learn to set boundaries? How did you do it? What are some of the tips and tricks you’d like to share?I love hearing from you!To prove it and show my love, for the month of May, everyone who leaves a comment I will put your name in a hat. If you comment and link back to my blog on your blog, you get your name in the hat twice. If you leave a comment, and link back to my blog, and mention my book We Are Not Alone in your blog…you get your name in the hat THREE times. What do you win? The unvarnished truth from yours truly.I will pick a winner once a month and it will be a critique of the first 20 pages of your novel, or your query letter, or your synopsis (5 pages or less).And also, winners have a limited time to claim the prize, because what’s happening is there are actually quite a few people who never claim the critique, so I never know if the spam folder ate it or to look for it and then people miss out. I will also give my corporate e-mail to insure we connect and I will only have a week to return the 20 page edit.At the end of May I will pick a winner for the monthly prize. Good luck!

E.L. James

E.L.James' books have sold, what? gazillions? Word of mouth. Media hype. Tons of reviews.

I haven't read any of them. Maybe someday I will, just to see for myself what all the fuss is about. I did read the "Look Inside" feature at Amazonbooks for the first book. I wasn't all that put off. It wasn't Tolstoy, probably not even Sparks, but trust me, I've read WAY worse writing.

She has sold lots of copies of the trilogy. I think that fact sparked many reviews by "Top Ranked" reviewers. I didn't see any of them that were the least kind. That's okay. I didn't write them. But it got me thinking. Some of the reviews at other sites have lambasted James' writing. I can't honestly jump on the bandwagon one way or another. Not until I read them...or at least the first one. I have a sneaking suspicion that lying between the lines of these reviews are the unspoken thoughts of the reviewers, some of whom are probably writers themselves. Banging their heads against the walls trying to figure out how achieve even a tiny bit of her success. Like me.

I see the success of James' books, and honestly, I'm a little jealous. Actually, a lot. If the plot, the narrative, and characters are as bad as some say they are (who am I to argue with the literati?), why aren't my books doing magnificently? I mean, I write better. I think I do at least. Which boils down to: It's easier to get in with the detractors and sling mud. "Yes, it's all so juvenile and crap!" How would I know? Note to self: Buy the first book of the series and read it.

As writers I assume we all read reviews of our books. I do. I wonder what Ms. James thinks/feels like after being punched in the eye so many times with reviews of Fifty Shades? Was she proud of what she'd written like the rest of us are with our efforts? Deep down? Did the reviews maybe bring a tear to her eye--deep down--or did she/does she laugh all the way to the bank?

"Well, it's a shame that there are SO MANY great books to read that have substance..." True. If anything, the success of her books speaks to (A Marketing. (B the tastes of modern readers. My tastes run a little differently than erotica, but it seems as though many, many readers like the stuff.

Honestly (maybe I'm wrong), I must believe she did the best she knew how to do when she wrote those books. Or was she watching TV and it hit her: Sex sells.

She's "Big". I'm not. Congratulations to her for her success.

Die Don't Die

I have a confession to make. I didn't just happen upon this author's first effort (that I'm aware of). A good writing friend recommended it to me.

My first impression when I went to C. Lindsay Newell Young's book page at Amazon was A) she forgot a comma in the title. Smiling there. B) Oh no, another "Tragedy has struck, and here's how I coped with it." I then opened the Look Inside feature and began reading. I was hooked. Chrissie's narrative voice was exceptional. Voice equals hook in this instance. I downloaded a copy intending to read it...oh, maybe next month or this summer when I finish reading all the other books by unknowns that I've promised to read.

A few nights ago I opened it on my iPad while lying under the covers, late. Within a chapter I was totally knocked out. Not only because of the almost self-deprecating stance of the narrator, but by the beautiful images in word that she so effortlessly plucked out of the air. A memoir is still, after all, a story, and all good stories, in my humble opinion, are packed with beautiful and unique images that give the work breadth and depth.

Not only that, but the flashbacks to early life in Southern California, in a household that is to say the least weird (daily enemas were a child's best friend; green soup was a staple) were fall-out-of-my-chair hilarious.

I won't give away the ending, but let me say it left me breathless, kind of the same way I felt after reading The Glass Castle.

There are questions in my mind about this fabulous book: Will it ever get noticed by the big wide world of modern readers? We all want that for our own work, but how loudly can you scream in a sea of screamers? In some small way can my review and my shouting make a difference? Should it, could it stand beside Walls' classic?

I hope it does get noticed. I will continue to shout about it. I think it should.

I don't know this author. Never met her at the various online groups I'm a member of. All I know about her is what she wrote in the ebook. She's a novice, I assume--this being her first effort. That fact alone should have the book littered with mistakes. As memoirs go, it should be soporific. It isn't. It is modern in writing style and incredibly well done.

Some agent somewhere will hopefully stumble upon it, read it, and then contact C. Lindsay Newell Young. I wish this author the best. Her writing deserves it.

Sunday, April 7 Next

I haven't written any poetry for a while. But...


You Descend
You descend the marble stepsLike water in a miracle of storms,Thoughts of deeper currentsOn the shores of my imaginings.
The length of you a celestial highwaySwum through like light in disarraythat closely scrutinizedIs the order of a universe yet unseen.
The breadth of you a rushing course, majestically pure,delimiting boundaries of pale Carrara,scythed by the body of you,the aqua goddess.
Rush upon me, then.
Overtake my bleached shoresOf sun-scorched arrogance.I am the god who stands nakedBefore worshippers murmuring despise.
You are the grace of cool destruction.The realm of my isolationWeakens in this instant.Balustrades of haughtiness fall.
Deserts that I am flee.Humility kisses false grandeurAnd swirls in eddies at my feet,Washing away the towers of my insolence.
You descend the marble steps,Like water over dried stones.Unimagined depths of longingThat find the narrow channel to my heart.
(c) Patrick Sean Lee, 2011