Amy Sumida's Blog, page 9
September 30, 2013
Two Girls, a Guy, and a Gay Man
So last night as I was eating my lunch(I keep late hours so lunch was at 9pm) of musubi, beef pot pie, and coffee, I got a call from my friend Richard. Richard is a fabulous gay man with red hair and a hearing problem. In fact, it turned out to not be him at all but our friend Mike who was calling me on his phone since Richard can't hear well and was also too drunk to text. Mike wasn't doing much better in the drunk department but he was able to convey an invitation to join them and also give me directions to his house which turned out to be like five minutes from mine. His directions were: Go across the highway, go right at the fork, and Richard will be standing there waving at you. OK then.
I had to first shoo away a mama cat and her five kittens who had decided to breastfeed behind my car and then had the nerve to hiss at me: How rude, but I finally made it across Kamehameha Highway and to the fork, which happens to bisect around a cemetery. As soon as I took the right, two lurching man-shaped shadows jumped into the road, waving their arms like a pair of zombies. I came to a screeching halt as Richard and Michael stumbled into the light of a streetlamp.
"Oh good, it's you," Richard said as he got into the car.
"Yeah," Michael said, "We've been waving at every car that passed by."
"You two yahoos do realize you're waving at people from the shadow of a cemetery, down the road from the police station?" I rolled my eyes. "You're lucky someone didn't call the cops to report the zombie apocalypse."
They seemed unconcerned by this. Evidently that sort of thing happens all the time on their side of the highway. I can assure you that nothing so uncouth ever happens on my side.
We went back to Mike's place where I was poured a drink and a shot by his wife and told to drink the shot immediately because this was the house rules. The shot was vodka, which I personally think tastes like rubbing alcohol, but I'm a good spot and I threw it back. I had a nice drink of ginger ale with honey whiskey to chase it with so I wasn't too concerned. However, before I was able to take a well needed sip, I was told that there was a tiny, invisible man sitting on the rim of my glass and before I could drink I had to remove him. I looked around me with growing fear, wondering what exactly they'd taken and if they were hallucinating or just going crazy, until they explained that it was a rule for their complicated drinking game. Ah, ok then, I followed along with the rule and was told to be sure to put the little man back on the rim. Ok, fine.
This rule was created in response to a direct order of the card game they were playing, called "I Never", in which you pull cards with phrases like "I never had sex with a blindfold on" and then did what the card told you depending on whether the statement was true or false for you. I have to insert here that Richard and I were the only two who that particular statement was false for. I was shocked, what was wrong with these people? Hasn't everyone tried a blindfold out? But I digress.
In addition to the card game, we had even more rules that were different for each person. We were watching episodes of The Big Bang Theory and these rules applied to the show. For example, I had to take 3 drinks every time Sheldon said "Bazinga" or laughed. I got to give away 1 drink whenever Wallowitz hit on a woman. This added a whole layer of complication to the drinking game which proved harder and harder to maintain as the evening progressed.
It was a lot of fun but I have to admit that my favorite parts were the discussions we had over clarification on the card statements. For example, when a card was pulled that read "I have never participated in an orgy" there seemed to be a need for clarification. This card was actually pulled before my arrival but the discussion was still going on whether three people was considered an orgy or if you needed at least four. When I said I'd think that any more than two should be enough, they argued that three is equivalent to a threesome and as it already had that label it couldn't possibly be called an orgy. Richard said everyone called three people having sex a threesome but you never heard someone talk about four people having sex as a quadsome, so therefore it must be an orgy.
I thought this over a bit and finally asked the ultimate question. "Did you guys google it?"
They looked at each other in shock. No, they had not thought to google it. They did so immediately. Unfortunately, the definition they found in Webster's stated that an orgy was a revel involving unrestrained indulgence, often involving sex. It did not give a minimum of people involved and so we were once more stumped. By the way, if anyone out there does know the minimum requirement of participants for sex to be labeled an orgy, I would love to know it. I mean by the definition in the dictionary, we were having an orgy last night, no sex but still there was unrestrained indulgence. Now I'm really confused on whether that statement is true or false for me.
I had to first shoo away a mama cat and her five kittens who had decided to breastfeed behind my car and then had the nerve to hiss at me: How rude, but I finally made it across Kamehameha Highway and to the fork, which happens to bisect around a cemetery. As soon as I took the right, two lurching man-shaped shadows jumped into the road, waving their arms like a pair of zombies. I came to a screeching halt as Richard and Michael stumbled into the light of a streetlamp.
"Oh good, it's you," Richard said as he got into the car.
"Yeah," Michael said, "We've been waving at every car that passed by."
"You two yahoos do realize you're waving at people from the shadow of a cemetery, down the road from the police station?" I rolled my eyes. "You're lucky someone didn't call the cops to report the zombie apocalypse."
They seemed unconcerned by this. Evidently that sort of thing happens all the time on their side of the highway. I can assure you that nothing so uncouth ever happens on my side.
We went back to Mike's place where I was poured a drink and a shot by his wife and told to drink the shot immediately because this was the house rules. The shot was vodka, which I personally think tastes like rubbing alcohol, but I'm a good spot and I threw it back. I had a nice drink of ginger ale with honey whiskey to chase it with so I wasn't too concerned. However, before I was able to take a well needed sip, I was told that there was a tiny, invisible man sitting on the rim of my glass and before I could drink I had to remove him. I looked around me with growing fear, wondering what exactly they'd taken and if they were hallucinating or just going crazy, until they explained that it was a rule for their complicated drinking game. Ah, ok then, I followed along with the rule and was told to be sure to put the little man back on the rim. Ok, fine.
This rule was created in response to a direct order of the card game they were playing, called "I Never", in which you pull cards with phrases like "I never had sex with a blindfold on" and then did what the card told you depending on whether the statement was true or false for you. I have to insert here that Richard and I were the only two who that particular statement was false for. I was shocked, what was wrong with these people? Hasn't everyone tried a blindfold out? But I digress.
In addition to the card game, we had even more rules that were different for each person. We were watching episodes of The Big Bang Theory and these rules applied to the show. For example, I had to take 3 drinks every time Sheldon said "Bazinga" or laughed. I got to give away 1 drink whenever Wallowitz hit on a woman. This added a whole layer of complication to the drinking game which proved harder and harder to maintain as the evening progressed.
It was a lot of fun but I have to admit that my favorite parts were the discussions we had over clarification on the card statements. For example, when a card was pulled that read "I have never participated in an orgy" there seemed to be a need for clarification. This card was actually pulled before my arrival but the discussion was still going on whether three people was considered an orgy or if you needed at least four. When I said I'd think that any more than two should be enough, they argued that three is equivalent to a threesome and as it already had that label it couldn't possibly be called an orgy. Richard said everyone called three people having sex a threesome but you never heard someone talk about four people having sex as a quadsome, so therefore it must be an orgy.
I thought this over a bit and finally asked the ultimate question. "Did you guys google it?"
They looked at each other in shock. No, they had not thought to google it. They did so immediately. Unfortunately, the definition they found in Webster's stated that an orgy was a revel involving unrestrained indulgence, often involving sex. It did not give a minimum of people involved and so we were once more stumped. By the way, if anyone out there does know the minimum requirement of participants for sex to be labeled an orgy, I would love to know it. I mean by the definition in the dictionary, we were having an orgy last night, no sex but still there was unrestrained indulgence. Now I'm really confused on whether that statement is true or false for me.
September 24, 2013
The voices in my head
Everyone has their own writing style. I've tried over and over to write my books with the thought out, prepared outline style a lot of authors employ but it just doesn't work for me. I have a general idea of where my story's heading when I start to write but beyond that, I have no idea. I don't actually know what's going to happen to the characters until it happens...in my head.
I just start writing and they start talking. The story unfolds for me much as it would if I were simply the reader and not the writer. In fact there's been many times that a character I'd intended to be minimal ended up being quite integral and sometimes even a lasting element to the series, and then there are those who I'd intended to have greater roles who somehow just fade away. They really do their own thing and I merely record the events, hopefully with some panache.
This has made writing a very enjoyable experience for me, with moments where I'm typing away gasping at the behavior of some character who I'd thought would never do or say such a thing. I actually stopped typing once to say aloud "What the hell, Thor?"
I love finding out how my story is going to end by the process of writing it. It actually shocks me how well everything ends up flowing together, like when something from an earlier book finally explains itself and I'm sitting there shocked, "Wow, so that's why that happened." I keep expecting my luck to run out, for something to pop up that doesn't meld with the earlier story line, but so far everything has continued to make sense. It feels magical sometimes.
I get very attached to my characters, feeling as if I've lived the adventure with them and I hope my readers feel the same way about them. All that being said, writing the way I do causes some problems. Mainly, my attention span with reality has lessened and focusing on something other than my artwork or whatever is happening in my head, can be difficult at times.
When I'm not writing it's like the story, and therefore my characters lives, are on hold. They kind of just sit around in my head waiting for me to let them out. So when I'm out, say at dinner with friends, and one of them asks me a question, sometimes I just stare at them blankly because some scene has already started to push its way into existence, demanding that it be put down in writing. I've found myself uttering the excuse, "Sorry, Trevor was talking," or "I haven't come out of my story for days and my brain is trying to catch up, what did you just say?"
Luckily I have friends that are patient enough to put up with this and not have me committed. What's become even more difficult is the addition of other story lines when I made the decision to branch out into historical romance and erotica, bringing with them more characters trying to talk to me all the time. I flit from group to group until I'm able to sit down and let them have at it.
It's really made me look at people differently, especially those people I see talking to themselves on the side of the road. Is that what happens when you don't have an outlet for the voices? Or maybe when you don't have enough interaction with real people. I sometimes wonder if that's going to be me someday, walking down the road talking to the voices in my head. I'm not worried though, if I ever go truly insane and end up living my books, at least I'll be in a world I love.
I just start writing and they start talking. The story unfolds for me much as it would if I were simply the reader and not the writer. In fact there's been many times that a character I'd intended to be minimal ended up being quite integral and sometimes even a lasting element to the series, and then there are those who I'd intended to have greater roles who somehow just fade away. They really do their own thing and I merely record the events, hopefully with some panache.
This has made writing a very enjoyable experience for me, with moments where I'm typing away gasping at the behavior of some character who I'd thought would never do or say such a thing. I actually stopped typing once to say aloud "What the hell, Thor?"
I love finding out how my story is going to end by the process of writing it. It actually shocks me how well everything ends up flowing together, like when something from an earlier book finally explains itself and I'm sitting there shocked, "Wow, so that's why that happened." I keep expecting my luck to run out, for something to pop up that doesn't meld with the earlier story line, but so far everything has continued to make sense. It feels magical sometimes.
I get very attached to my characters, feeling as if I've lived the adventure with them and I hope my readers feel the same way about them. All that being said, writing the way I do causes some problems. Mainly, my attention span with reality has lessened and focusing on something other than my artwork or whatever is happening in my head, can be difficult at times.
When I'm not writing it's like the story, and therefore my characters lives, are on hold. They kind of just sit around in my head waiting for me to let them out. So when I'm out, say at dinner with friends, and one of them asks me a question, sometimes I just stare at them blankly because some scene has already started to push its way into existence, demanding that it be put down in writing. I've found myself uttering the excuse, "Sorry, Trevor was talking," or "I haven't come out of my story for days and my brain is trying to catch up, what did you just say?"
Luckily I have friends that are patient enough to put up with this and not have me committed. What's become even more difficult is the addition of other story lines when I made the decision to branch out into historical romance and erotica, bringing with them more characters trying to talk to me all the time. I flit from group to group until I'm able to sit down and let them have at it.
It's really made me look at people differently, especially those people I see talking to themselves on the side of the road. Is that what happens when you don't have an outlet for the voices? Or maybe when you don't have enough interaction with real people. I sometimes wonder if that's going to be me someday, walking down the road talking to the voices in my head. I'm not worried though, if I ever go truly insane and end up living my books, at least I'll be in a world I love.
September 17, 2013
The Vampire-Werewolf Complex
So for years I've been that girl whose friends come to for advice, or just to whine to about their men. I'm the one they call at 2am, and I'm the one that gives them a smack and tells them to snap out of it. I see all the stupid things women do to get men and I sigh. "The book I could write about dating," I'd say. Until finally I decided, what the hell, I'm going to write one.
It came to me as I was in the half-state about to drift into dreamland that there's a reason women like the vampire-werewolf-human love triangle that seems to have become a Hollywood standard. These two monsters actually represent two basic types of men. I shot up in bed and grabbed my notebook, which I keep in bed with me, and started jotting down all the ways men fit into these two categories. I had ten pages before I finally got to sleep.
In the morning I started doing research. I already had years of experience watching men and women interact and years of experience writing about these monsters so it wasn't too difficult to research the mental issues behind what I'd observed. Thus The Vampire-Werewolf Complex was born.
In the book I list types of men under the two monster descriptions. You can look up behaviors that your man has and determine whether he is more vampire or werewolf. Then you can look up what to do to interact best with your monster. It's a dating guide for the modern woman.
I've just released it on Amazon and the price is very affordable since it's such a short book(90 pages) so I hope you'll take the chance on it and give it a read. If nothing else, it will give you a few laughs.
It came to me as I was in the half-state about to drift into dreamland that there's a reason women like the vampire-werewolf-human love triangle that seems to have become a Hollywood standard. These two monsters actually represent two basic types of men. I shot up in bed and grabbed my notebook, which I keep in bed with me, and started jotting down all the ways men fit into these two categories. I had ten pages before I finally got to sleep.
In the morning I started doing research. I already had years of experience watching men and women interact and years of experience writing about these monsters so it wasn't too difficult to research the mental issues behind what I'd observed. Thus The Vampire-Werewolf Complex was born.
In the book I list types of men under the two monster descriptions. You can look up behaviors that your man has and determine whether he is more vampire or werewolf. Then you can look up what to do to interact best with your monster. It's a dating guide for the modern woman.
I've just released it on Amazon and the price is very affordable since it's such a short book(90 pages) so I hope you'll take the chance on it and give it a read. If nothing else, it will give you a few laughs.
September 7, 2013
Splelunking Sebastian
So I admit I'm a cat lady. If you've read any of my books and have read even further, the About the Author blurb in the back, you'll know that I have two of them. I also sleep in a very high bed, which I have to climb up into at night. It's kind of the axis of my little world and I do a lot in that bed... get your mind out of the gutter. Everything I need is within reach when I'm up there, my TV is balanced on top of an armoire across from my bed etc.. I have very high ceilings and I've also created a little network of ledges that allow my kitties access to everything. They can run everywhere, except two places which I've blocked off because of the breakables I display there. Of course, this is where they want to go the most.
So this morning, or should I say mourning, I was awoken early(and by this I mean 11am as I'm a night owl, usually up to 4 or 5am)by the unmistakable sounds of my cat Sebastian tromping through areas unknown...unknown to him that is. He had somehow leaped from a ledge onto the top of the TV laden armoire and proceeded to explore behind the precariously positioned flat-screen and the delicate freestanding Oriental shelf adorned with very expensive porcelain mermaids. Sigh.
So I clear a way for him to jump back to the safety of my bed but no, this is not what the adventurous cat wants. Instead of choosing the easy way out of his risky business, he instead wedges himself into the space behind the armoire(which is about 7 feet tall) and proceeds to spelunk his way down the back of it, emitting a horrible eeking scratch of a noise the whole way down. Now my 20lb feline is stuck behind the armoire, and the only way out is blocked by yet another cabinet, piled high with electronics.
I had to move everything out so he could crawl out, while Dominic, my other cat, sat watching it all with a confused air and a look that clearly stated his disgust in his brother's behavior. I thanked him for his sanity as I cursed Sebastian's kitty curiosity which almost resulted in the usual end: death.
And the day has only just begun.
The good news is, Harvest of the Gods, the first book in my new split series, is almost done, I'm going through the polishing stage and next it will go for review with my best and most helpful critic, Krystal. I'm still stuck on the cover though. Also, my first children's book, There's a Goddess Too, is out and for sale on both Amazon and Createspace.com.
So this morning, or should I say mourning, I was awoken early(and by this I mean 11am as I'm a night owl, usually up to 4 or 5am)by the unmistakable sounds of my cat Sebastian tromping through areas unknown...unknown to him that is. He had somehow leaped from a ledge onto the top of the TV laden armoire and proceeded to explore behind the precariously positioned flat-screen and the delicate freestanding Oriental shelf adorned with very expensive porcelain mermaids. Sigh.
So I clear a way for him to jump back to the safety of my bed but no, this is not what the adventurous cat wants. Instead of choosing the easy way out of his risky business, he instead wedges himself into the space behind the armoire(which is about 7 feet tall) and proceeds to spelunk his way down the back of it, emitting a horrible eeking scratch of a noise the whole way down. Now my 20lb feline is stuck behind the armoire, and the only way out is blocked by yet another cabinet, piled high with electronics.
I had to move everything out so he could crawl out, while Dominic, my other cat, sat watching it all with a confused air and a look that clearly stated his disgust in his brother's behavior. I thanked him for his sanity as I cursed Sebastian's kitty curiosity which almost resulted in the usual end: death.
And the day has only just begun.
The good news is, Harvest of the Gods, the first book in my new split series, is almost done, I'm going through the polishing stage and next it will go for review with my best and most helpful critic, Krystal. I'm still stuck on the cover though. Also, my first children's book, There's a Goddess Too, is out and for sale on both Amazon and Createspace.com.
August 26, 2013
Halloween at Moonshine
I just spent a great evening with my friend Krystal up in Wahiawa. It helps to have someone to bounce ideas off of and Krystal has been indispensable in that capacity. She gives me honest feedback and her questions often lead to character development that wouldn't have been otherwise included.
Tonight we discussed several projects I have going on. First is a children's book I'm writing and illustrating, second a dating guide, third a romance novel I wrote years ago, fourth possible topics and characters for my next book in the Godhunter series, and lastly, the current book I'm working on in the Gidhunter series.
I'd informed her that it was about time Vervain experienced another holiday with us and what better than Halloween? I'd decided she'd throw a Halloween bash at Moonshine and had a list of gods who needed costumes. Not only did she help me choose a costume for practically all of them, she helped make the experience into a great memory.
What fun to contemplate the minds of gods and what each character would want to pretend to be for a night. We considered and rejected several ideas for each one, pontificating over why Kirill would want to do that and whether Thor would really be open to wearing such and such, while coming up with whole back stories for their costumes.
Then we walked into Wahiawa for dinner and found the only real restaurant in the town, purely be accident. For those of you who don't live in Hawaii, let me explain Wahiawa to you. It's country but country in the way that a town bordering a military base can be. It's charmingly ghetto country. Safe enough to walk through but stay on the main roads unless you're a local. The main road in fact looks more like the side street of a major city, it's biggest attraction is the Walgreens and the food selection is relegated to Mom and Pop marts and hole in the wall eateries. You're lucky if you find a place that has more than ten tables.
So when we walked into Cafe Olive and the waiter asked if we had reservations, please understand the depths of our confusion. Reservations for a restaurant in Wahiawa? Are you out of your damn mind? Did they know they had only 14 tables in the tiny place and 6 of those were pushed together?
Despite the lack of our reservations(and the mounting internal reservations we were beginning to have for the place) they found us the tiniest table in existence exactly five feet away from a speaker blasting music from the live entertainment which consisted of one local man and a guitar.
We grimaced at each other and contemplated making a run for it but our only other option for cuisine had been the Mexican restaurant down the street which was even smaller and happened to close at 3pm on Sundays. So we patiently waited for someone to bring us menus and hoped for the best.
It was wonderful and I happily declared to Krystal, halfway through my Crab Alfredo that I believe we'd found the only real restaurant in Wahiawa. She agreed, and we both delighted in the meal that cost us individually under $30 each, with tip. The freaky Asian manager who kept hovering near us like a nun with a ruler, was disregarded over the flavor of my spumoni pie.
During dinner we discussed my books some more but we also spoke about other books being turned into movies and ended up having a heated gripe fest over how Hollywood often "F"ed things up. I've recently seen The Mortal Instruments and so felt the need of spewing my great disappointment all over her supper, which she took surprisingly well and reciprocated with her dislike of actors who were being considered to play parts in the upcoming movie version of Diana Gabaldon's Outlander novels. Now before you criticize me for reading a teenager book, I'd like to defend myself by blaming it entirely on my sister who happens to be twenty years my junior. She insisted I read the Mortal Instruments series even though I wanted to chuck them out the window after the first installment.
Having said that, I did enjoy them as a bit of fluffy, teenager paranormal romance. So I was excited to see what they'd do with it on the silver screen. Sigh. Several characters were misrepresented in my eyes and the story was changed a bit but I won't bore you anymore with that. My evening was all the better for getting my dissatisfaction off my chest and Krystal bore it well. So I'm now prepared to write my Halloween scene and will do it unhampered by movie disappointment or a lack of costume ideas. Thank you Krystal and thank you all for reading my ramblings. Good night.
Tonight we discussed several projects I have going on. First is a children's book I'm writing and illustrating, second a dating guide, third a romance novel I wrote years ago, fourth possible topics and characters for my next book in the Godhunter series, and lastly, the current book I'm working on in the Gidhunter series.
I'd informed her that it was about time Vervain experienced another holiday with us and what better than Halloween? I'd decided she'd throw a Halloween bash at Moonshine and had a list of gods who needed costumes. Not only did she help me choose a costume for practically all of them, she helped make the experience into a great memory.
What fun to contemplate the minds of gods and what each character would want to pretend to be for a night. We considered and rejected several ideas for each one, pontificating over why Kirill would want to do that and whether Thor would really be open to wearing such and such, while coming up with whole back stories for their costumes.
Then we walked into Wahiawa for dinner and found the only real restaurant in the town, purely be accident. For those of you who don't live in Hawaii, let me explain Wahiawa to you. It's country but country in the way that a town bordering a military base can be. It's charmingly ghetto country. Safe enough to walk through but stay on the main roads unless you're a local. The main road in fact looks more like the side street of a major city, it's biggest attraction is the Walgreens and the food selection is relegated to Mom and Pop marts and hole in the wall eateries. You're lucky if you find a place that has more than ten tables.
So when we walked into Cafe Olive and the waiter asked if we had reservations, please understand the depths of our confusion. Reservations for a restaurant in Wahiawa? Are you out of your damn mind? Did they know they had only 14 tables in the tiny place and 6 of those were pushed together?
Despite the lack of our reservations(and the mounting internal reservations we were beginning to have for the place) they found us the tiniest table in existence exactly five feet away from a speaker blasting music from the live entertainment which consisted of one local man and a guitar.
We grimaced at each other and contemplated making a run for it but our only other option for cuisine had been the Mexican restaurant down the street which was even smaller and happened to close at 3pm on Sundays. So we patiently waited for someone to bring us menus and hoped for the best.
It was wonderful and I happily declared to Krystal, halfway through my Crab Alfredo that I believe we'd found the only real restaurant in Wahiawa. She agreed, and we both delighted in the meal that cost us individually under $30 each, with tip. The freaky Asian manager who kept hovering near us like a nun with a ruler, was disregarded over the flavor of my spumoni pie.
During dinner we discussed my books some more but we also spoke about other books being turned into movies and ended up having a heated gripe fest over how Hollywood often "F"ed things up. I've recently seen The Mortal Instruments and so felt the need of spewing my great disappointment all over her supper, which she took surprisingly well and reciprocated with her dislike of actors who were being considered to play parts in the upcoming movie version of Diana Gabaldon's Outlander novels. Now before you criticize me for reading a teenager book, I'd like to defend myself by blaming it entirely on my sister who happens to be twenty years my junior. She insisted I read the Mortal Instruments series even though I wanted to chuck them out the window after the first installment.
Having said that, I did enjoy them as a bit of fluffy, teenager paranormal romance. So I was excited to see what they'd do with it on the silver screen. Sigh. Several characters were misrepresented in my eyes and the story was changed a bit but I won't bore you anymore with that. My evening was all the better for getting my dissatisfaction off my chest and Krystal bore it well. So I'm now prepared to write my Halloween scene and will do it unhampered by movie disappointment or a lack of costume ideas. Thank you Krystal and thank you all for reading my ramblings. Good night.
August 22, 2013
Hello Goodreads!
It's been a long road for me and my books. I started writing back in high school and have submitted work to agents for over ten years with a lot of "almost" achievements. I held on and held out for that publishing contract for so long that the idea of self-publishing just never even occurred to me until this last submission I made to Llewelyn for my book called The Magic of Fabric. I made it through all their little hoops and jumps until my book got to the highest level and didn't pass the execs. They sighted things like I didn't use my "it's and its" correctly- ridiculous, I know the difference between a possessive and the shortening of it is. It was silly and I was so frustrated that they'd strung me along for over a year before blowing me off in such a way. But I'm thankful to Llewelyn because without that, I wouldn't have published my books.
Now, I've got two magic influenced books and six books of my paranormal romance series called The Godhunter for sale on Amazon. I also have three more of Godhunter done(hopefully the series will continue forever) and I'm dusting off and shining up some romance novels I wrote back in high school. I'm so grateful and humbled by the readers who have given my books a chance and made it possible for me to consider writing as a career.
Goodreads was recommended to me by a friend and I'm delighted to be a part of it. I've never wrote a blog, never thought anyone would really want to read about what I'm doing day to day but I decided to give this a shot. I'm big into the paranormal and most of my stories are based around this. I mean why have normal when you could have something beyond that. If I wanted reality, I would just live my life, not read a book. So I like characters that are unusual, my Godhunter series revolves around gods but these gods are the source of all the paranormal critters, so it really fulfills that for me. If these are things you like as well, you may enjoy reading what I write.
I hope I can entertain you all with my blog but this first post is just kind of a hello and how ya doing before I get started. So hello, Goodreads!
Now, I've got two magic influenced books and six books of my paranormal romance series called The Godhunter for sale on Amazon. I also have three more of Godhunter done(hopefully the series will continue forever) and I'm dusting off and shining up some romance novels I wrote back in high school. I'm so grateful and humbled by the readers who have given my books a chance and made it possible for me to consider writing as a career.
Goodreads was recommended to me by a friend and I'm delighted to be a part of it. I've never wrote a blog, never thought anyone would really want to read about what I'm doing day to day but I decided to give this a shot. I'm big into the paranormal and most of my stories are based around this. I mean why have normal when you could have something beyond that. If I wanted reality, I would just live my life, not read a book. So I like characters that are unusual, my Godhunter series revolves around gods but these gods are the source of all the paranormal critters, so it really fulfills that for me. If these are things you like as well, you may enjoy reading what I write.
I hope I can entertain you all with my blog but this first post is just kind of a hello and how ya doing before I get started. So hello, Goodreads!
