A flash of lightning brightened the sleeping chamber. Ash woke with a start and burrowed into the pillows. The scent of trouble rode the air currents that threaded through the open window slats. Her heart thudded in her chest. Like the beating of a giant’s club against a massive drum, thunder sounded. Again, lightning flashed and cast green, red, white and blue slashes across the sky.
The air held no threat of rain. ‘Twas like the heat storms of summer, unnatural at this time of year, for the waning days of autumn marked the season.
Ash calmed her racing thoughts and tasted the air, for that was her element. A frown formed within and without. From the land beyond the four walls of the henge, she caught the odors of fires, animals and men. From inside the keep, there was little except the aromas of her parents and siblings.
Something was wrong. Where were those who served the Dom and Doma of Wesren? Ash propped herself against the pillows. If she had her younger brother’s affinity for things of earth, she could read the stones of the ancient tower and know what had passed while she slept. Where were the men servants and maids? ‘Twas as though the henge had been abandoned by those who lived within the four walls.
The chamber door creaked. Ash froze until a familiar scent reached her. “Mama, what’s wrong?”
The Doma Calanda slipped across the room and sat on the bed. “Ashlea, still your thoughts.”
Ash struggled to obey the sharp command. Her mother seldom spoke this way. “Why?”
“Thoughts travel on the wind and may be read by those who wish us ill.” She grasped Ash’s hand. “Dress in your warmest clothes. As soon as you’ve finished, go to the inner room.”
The urgency in her mother’s voice raised fear. “What’s happening?”
“We’ve been betrayed. An army surrounds the henge. Your father and I believe the secret of the openings in the walls is known by those who seek to force us to use our powers for their ends.”
“Who has done this? Do I know the enemy’s smell? Have I seen his face?”
“Several years ago, your father’s step-brother came to the henge. He’s one of those who stand against us.”
Ash thought about her step-uncle. His face slipped into her thoughts. Prince Zedron had brought gifts for her and her siblings. He’d seemed nice, but she had a vague memory of hearing voices—his and her parents’—raised in argument.
Why would he want to destroy the henge? When Papa had shown affinities for the elements, he’d given up his claim to Wesren. Zedron of the House Wesren had been named prince. As well as being papa’s step-brother, they were distant cousins.
Ash grasped her mother’s hand. “Why did he send the army here? Doesn’t he know what you and Papa do?”
“He doesn’t believe or care. Greed, envy and a lust to rule where once four henges held the land in balance drive him. He doesn’t act alone. Your father and I fear he’s aided by one of the Doms.”
“Kin?”
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Thursday, October 31, 2019
Wednesday, October 30, 2019
Wednesday Words from the Villain from Code Blue #MFRWHooks #BWLAuthor #Villain #Medical #Suspense
Join the authors at #MFRWHooks here http://mfrwbookhooks.blogspot.com for some great excerpts. Mine is from Code Blue and Features the villain.
Blurb:
In the medical suspense Code Blue by Janet Lane Walters, published by Books We Love and previously published as Obsessions, nurse Susan finds the body of the hospital’s “gossip queen” in the orthopedic storage room. She doesn’t realize this is the first of a series of murders involving her colleagues or that her life is in danger. She is a widow and is exploring a new romantic relationship that promises love but she fears the man she is falling for is as controlling as her dead husband. The arrival of courtship gifts, at first, seen as innocuous soon takes on a sinister note.
Reviews
This book kept me on edge from the first page to the last. Several times I just 'knew' I'd figured out who the killer was, but each time, there was a bit of doubt there until the very last paragraph! I highly recommend this book. 4 Stars (Excellent!)"--Tracie's Book Reviews by Kathy's Faves and Raves
"A series of murders, suspense, action, a tad of love makes OBSESSIONS an intriguing tale designed to mystify your mind. If you love mysteries, you'll love Janet Lane Walters newest release. 4 Stars!"--Just Views
"Fast-paced mainstream novel ... Walters plots carefully, each scene constructed to perfection. For readers who enjoy being terrified, this is an author to turn to for entertainment. She tells all, while managing to create paranoia among the characters."--Affaire de Coeur
Reviews
This book kept me on edge from the first page to the last. Several times I just 'knew' I'd figured out who the killer was, but each time, there was a bit of doubt there until the very last paragraph! I highly recommend this book. 4 Stars (Excellent!)"--Tracie's Book Reviews by Kathy's Faves and Raves
"A series of murders, suspense, action, a tad of love makes OBSESSIONS an intriguing tale designed to mystify your mind. If you love mysteries, you'll love Janet Lane Walters newest release. 4 Stars!"--Just Views
"Fast-paced mainstream novel ... Walters plots carefully, each scene constructed to perfection. For readers who enjoy being terrified, this is an author to turn to for entertainment. She tells all, while managing to create paranoia among the characters."--Affaire de Coeur
Excerpts:
1.
1.
He
stood in the shadows just beyond the brightly-lit Emergency Room entrance. She
was here. A series of quickly inhaled breaths brought a feeling of euphoria. He
caught his lower lip between his teeth and savored visions of what was to come.
He
felt the softness of her skin and of his fists pummeling her body. Susan would
be with Mommy and he would be free. There would be no one to scold him for
doing the things that made him feel so powerful and so strong.
He
slapped his jacket pocket and growled. No hard piece of metal pressed against
his hip. Susan was here. What had he done? He had planned this event so
carefully but somehow, he had forgotten a vital piece of the plan. He pulled
off his gloves and shoved his hands into his pockets.
What
would he do now? He rocked from his heels to his toes. It had to be tonight. He
couldn't wait.
The
glow of anticipation faded. He struggled to renew the fire.
Susan
was like Mommy. Until he closed her eyes, he couldn't act. Before he had a
chance to make those people pay for what they had done to Mommy she had to die.
He knew she would tell on him.
"I'll
never leave you. They'll have to kill me first."
"Mommy,
don't leave me."
2.
He
checked his watch. Twenty minutes of his vigil remained. Since ten-thirty, he
had waited in his car on the lower tier of the parking lot across from the
hospital. Last night, he had realized he knew so little about Susan. He had to
discover more. In less than an hour, he would know where she lived. The
knowledge would help him make new plans so she would be like Mommy.
A
smile formed. Had Susan liked the chocolates he had left at the desk for her?
Had she put a piece in her mouth and rolled her tongue over the candy to savor
the flavor? Mommy liked chocolates. Had Susan guessed he had left them to show
her he had been bad.
Ten
minutes and counting. Would Susan be on time? Her sporty white sedan waited on
the second tier.
Time
crept. Waiting made him restless. He turned the key in the ignition. The gentle
rumbling of the engine soothed his ragged emotions. Hurry. Hurry. He chewed the
inside of his lower lip and stared at the digital clock.
Rather
than the numbers, he saw Susan. She opened the door of a house just like the
one where he lived with Mommy. A white satin nightgown clung to her slender
body. Her smile made him shiver with delight. Would she touch him and send heat
to the private parts of his body? Her face became Mommy's. He smiled.
At
eleven thirty, the sound of slamming car doors and the roar of engines woke him
from his reverie. Lights from Susan's car cut through the darkness. Blood
pulsed in his veins.
Her
car passed his parking space. He switched on the lights and pulled into line
behind her. Then keeping enough distance to prevent recognition, he followed
her.
On
the highway, her speed remained at a steady fifty-five. When she exited, his
hand hovered over the horn. Someone should warn her about the danger of not
using turn signals. He could have lost her and that would have made him angry.
Mommy always tried to keep him happy. Why had Susan forgotten the rule?
Her
car made a series of turns along streets where Victorian houses mingled with
those of more recent vintage. He inched closer. Five turns later, the white
sedan pulled into the driveway of a large gray house tucked behind a high yew
hedge. After circling the block, he parked across the street, stared down the
dark driveway and noted the pattern of lights on one side of the house. A
second car was parked near Susan's.
Did
Susan live alone? Who owned the car? Some widows took in boarders. Mommy had.
She had believed the presence of a man provided safety. He was a man. Mommy
didn't need any man but him, so one day, the boarder vanished.
The
presence of the other car troubled him. Mommy, why? Don't you remember the last
time?
He
left the car and stood at the head of the driveway. A lawn stretched on either
side of the asphalt. The yew hedge separated the house from the neighboring
one. At the corner of the wide porch, a clump of rhododendrons grew.
Perfect.
Anticipation stirred the embers of desire. Tomorrow Susan would be like Mommy.
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Tuesday, October 29, 2019
Tuesday's Writer's Tip - A final bit here - Simple and Succinct #MFRWAuthor #BWLAuthor #Tip #Simple
I've reached the end of this series of tips and we'll look at the SS theory. This means simple and succinct. It also mans things to avoid.
Avoid vague or incorrect words. It is one of the major very vague words. It was dark blue and sleak. Now this could be many things but suppose the heroine was describing a car or an art object. The reader would be scratching their head. Another of these vague things is the word thing. He wanted the thing with every ounceof energy. The reader would wonder just what this thing was. This carries over into nouns. Car is a great word but sedan, convertible, sports car all give a better picture of the car. I often find myself doing this so I'm not alone. Neither are you.
Now we come to the senses. She smelled. He saw. can run you into problems. She smelled something awful. Rather vague. She caught the aroma of death, a musty odor that made her stomach churn. He saw a bird. He feasted on the roasted turkey all golden brown and rousing his appetite.
Another way to confuse your reader is to use the wrong word, perhaps one that sounds alike the word you want to use. Hope flaired in her eyes or Hope flared in her eyes. Which one is right. He piered at the sky or He peered at the sky. The English language is full of these little glitches.
So when you're revising that manuscript look for these things. Next week we'll talk about Simple and Succinct.
Avoid vague or incorrect words. It is one of the major very vague words. It was dark blue and sleak. Now this could be many things but suppose the heroine was describing a car or an art object. The reader would be scratching their head. Another of these vague things is the word thing. He wanted the thing with every ounceof energy. The reader would wonder just what this thing was. This carries over into nouns. Car is a great word but sedan, convertible, sports car all give a better picture of the car. I often find myself doing this so I'm not alone. Neither are you.
Now we come to the senses. She smelled. He saw. can run you into problems. She smelled something awful. Rather vague. She caught the aroma of death, a musty odor that made her stomach churn. He saw a bird. He feasted on the roasted turkey all golden brown and rousing his appetite.
Another way to confuse your reader is to use the wrong word, perhaps one that sounds alike the word you want to use. Hope flaired in her eyes or Hope flared in her eyes. Which one is right. He piered at the sky or He peered at the sky. The English language is full of these little glitches.
So when you're revising that manuscript look for these things. Next week we'll talk about Simple and Succinct.
Monday, October 28, 2019
Meandering on mOnday with Janet Lane Walters #MFRWAuthor #BWLAuthor #Poem #Writing #News
Meander 1 ==Poem -- Taps --
Your echo footsteps cast a spell.
My dreams are faded mists today.
Soft murmuring trumpets sound the knell.
Once I lost my heart's sentinel.
I whispered call I ran to obey.
Your echo footsteps cast a spell
Your golden laughter pierced my cell,
Chased ancient shadows far away.
Soft murmuring trumpets sound the knell.
I felt dark thoughts of gloom dispel
No longer morbid memories prey.
Your echo footsteps cast a spell.
Nights of silver love, singing bells.
Gather flower days in sweet bouquet.
Soft murmuring trumpets sound the knell.
The moment flees. I can't rebel.
I hide my tears. I can't inveigh
Your echo footsteps cast a spell
Soft murmuring trumpets sound the knell.
Meander 2 - News - I used to hit the news stations when there were commercials during the programs I watched. Seldom happens these days. The news isn't good. Things are happening that the average person can't do much about. Betrayal, lies, and other things not needed. Sure wish something would change soon.
Meander 3 - Writing. Have four chapters ready for the final read through and just over a month to finish the other eight. Sure hope I make the deadline. I've decided though I want to write three books next year, I won't commit to dates. When that happens as it has this year is that I must finish each project in a rush. Hopefully Jude will allow me to tell her there will be three and I will let her know when each one is dong and she can then fit them when there's a hole in the schedule.
Your echo footsteps cast a spell.
My dreams are faded mists today.
Soft murmuring trumpets sound the knell.
Once I lost my heart's sentinel.
I whispered call I ran to obey.
Your echo footsteps cast a spell
Your golden laughter pierced my cell,
Chased ancient shadows far away.
Soft murmuring trumpets sound the knell.
I felt dark thoughts of gloom dispel
No longer morbid memories prey.
Your echo footsteps cast a spell.
Nights of silver love, singing bells.
Gather flower days in sweet bouquet.
Soft murmuring trumpets sound the knell.
The moment flees. I can't rebel.
I hide my tears. I can't inveigh
Your echo footsteps cast a spell
Soft murmuring trumpets sound the knell.
Meander 2 - News - I used to hit the news stations when there were commercials during the programs I watched. Seldom happens these days. The news isn't good. Things are happening that the average person can't do much about. Betrayal, lies, and other things not needed. Sure wish something would change soon.
Meander 3 - Writing. Have four chapters ready for the final read through and just over a month to finish the other eight. Sure hope I make the deadline. I've decided though I want to write three books next year, I won't commit to dates. When that happens as it has this year is that I must finish each project in a rush. Hopefully Jude will allow me to tell her there will be three and I will let her know when each one is dong and she can then fit them when there's a hole in the schedule.
Sunday, October 27, 2019
Sunday's Book Escape - Book 1 of the Affinities Series by Janet Lane Walters #MFRWAuthor #BWLAuthor #Fantasy #YA
Escape is the first of the fantasy adventures I wrote for my grandchildren. At that time they were much younger and there were only four with three waiting in China for their parents. What began as a single book over the years became four.
Sent away from their home by their parents to protect them from trouble, two sets of halfling twins, Ashlea, Brandien, Jaydren and Kylandra search for mentors to teach them how to use their affinities. Each of these young teens has an affinity for one of the elements. Ash for Air, Bran for Water, Jay for Earth and Ky for Fire. During the escape, they face many problems forcing them to use their affinities by trial and error. They also meet Alizand, the son of the ruling prince of Wesren. Zand has an affinity for Fire and this will keep him from gaining the rule. Dom Senet, an advisor to his father, and once a friend of the quartet’s parents suspects Zand’s affinity. He wishes to corrupt the teen and use him to gain control of the four princedoms of the land and of the highlands. The evil dom has all four affinities. The four must reach a secret place and find teachers before the evil man discovers them.
Saturday, October 26, 2019
Saturday Books by Tricia McGill are featured on Saturday's Blurbs #MFRWAuthor #BWLAurthor #Historical #Romance #Australia
Mystic Mountains (Settlers
Book 1):
In the early 1800s the penal
colony of Botany Bay was an unforgiving and harsh place. Isabella O'Shea is
transported to New South Wales for wounding a member of the British aristocracy
who raped her, so it is understandable that she loathes members of the upper
class and the system that punished her; sentenced her to seven years
transportation.
Tiger Carstairs is rich,
ambitious and English-so is it any wonder she is determined to hate her new
master. Tiger dreams of making a new life beyond the aptly named Blue
Mountains, so called because of the perpetual haze of blue surrounding them.
Mystic Mountains is a story
of courage and persistence-traits that were essential for the settlers who
carved out a new life in a raw land where suffering and heartbreak were
commonplace.
Isabella and Tiger face
tragedy and many hardships in their quest for a new life in this untamed land.
Buy link: https://books2read.com/Mystic-Mountains
Distant Mountains
(Settlers Book 2):
Even in the
prospering colony of New South Wales, it would be far-fetched to think a
convicted man could consider marrying the daughter of a wealthy property owner.
But Remy has
larger problems to contend with than Sara’s bigoted father. Forced to leave the
woman he loves behind, Remy faces overwhelming odds and an ordeal that
threatens to strip him of everything; his pride, his strength, his health—even
his life.
Sara has many
struggles of her own and when Remy finally thinks he has a future with Sara
within his grasp, he is sent to a place where pain and suffering are everyday
occurrences. Will the lovers ever find true happiness?
Challenging Mountains (Settlers
Book 3):
By 1840 the
colony of New South Wales was expanding. Transportation of convicts to the east
coast ended, and many free squatters set out to settle on lands to the south.
In 1836, the Government in London authorised Governor Bourke to establish a
settlement in The Port Philip District of New South Wales, and an Association
was formed to make the district a separate colony.
Timothy,
Tiger and Bella Carstairs’ eldest son has turned 21. Bored with his Government
job and intent on seeking adventure and a new life away from Sydney, Tim
decides to journey south in an endeavour to find this adventure, accompanied by
his Uncle Carlos. Where else to find it, but in a newly formed settlement.
In the
1840s the road south might not be as hazardous as the one across the mountains
travelled by his parents when he was a child, but the month long journey
overland holds many dangers and challenges to be faced. Escaped and ex-convicts
seek the easy life by forming gangs to take what they can where they can.
Forced to fight off the intruders who take claim to the land they have cared
for over many, many generations, the Indigenous people are faced with many
trials and battles of their own.
Not the least of
Tim’s personal challenges is a young headstrong woman who, uninvited, takes it
upon herself to join him on his travels.
When they reach their destination, their troubles have only just begun.
Friday, October 25, 2019
Friday Tricia McGill is visiting and talking about her latest book #MFRWAuthor #BWLAuthor #Writing #Genre
1. Tell me about
your latest release? Genre?
Thanks so much
for having me on your blog again, Janet. It is always a pleasure to be here. Challenging
Mountains, Book 3 in my Settlers series, traces the lives and adventures of
members of a family. Set in the early 1840s in Australia, Tim, eldest son of
Bella and Tiger Carstairs, is fed up with his Government job in Sydney, and
decides to set out on a month long trek to the budding settlement of Port
Philip in the south. Accompanied by his uncle Carlos, and Josephine, a
headstrong young woman who decides to join them, they encounter many setbacks
along the way in the mostly untamed land.
2. Where did the
idea arise?
Book 3 in this
series had been brewing in my head for a long time. My dilemma was who to set
in the lead role, as Bella and Tiger had a large family. Once I began to plan
the story, I realised that the main character was always meant to be Timothy
Carstairs, their eldest son. Tim was born in tumultuous times and was a small
child when his father, Tiger, decided to head west to greener pastures. The
road across the mountains was barely defined in those early days and so Tim was
no stranger to dangerous journeys.
3. How much research
was involved? Did you stay on point or be distracted by wanting to look at just
one more thing?
There was still
an immense amount of research to do to keep the facts correct, even though it
is set in the 1800s as were book 1 and 2. The trip the travellers undertook
covered many miles and the landscape was changing constantly as new towns
sprang up along the way in those early days of discovery. They covered many
miles on horseback or wagon. There were numerous rivers and creeks to be
crossed, some hazardous, and in those days once Sydney was left behind, the
bridges were few. There was little in the way of law; few churches and even
less schools, so it was a fact that the children of squatters ran wild and as untamed
as the land. When the travellers reached their destination there was another
set of problems coping in a barely settled town, where bushrangers sought an
easy life and were a constant threat. This was supposed to be the last in this
series, but now Tim’s sister Annie is pestering me to write her story so that
is in its early stages, while I wait for her to tell me exactly which direction
she wants to go.
4. How long did you
take to write the book?
I’m not really
sure as I have no record of when I began, but think it was something like 8 to
10 months from when the idea started keeping me awake at night to when I typed
‘the end’.
5. Now a bit about
you. How long have you been writing? What is your Sun Sign?
I guess my short
answer to that is, always, but I began writing in earnest about 30 years ago.
Most writers, like me, started scribbling stories from the moment we discovered
how to put words together. My first published book was Mystic Mountains (Settlers
Book 1) then published under another title. Readers seem fascinated by the
early days of Australia. I am a Scorpio.
6. Do you write in a
number of genres or stick to one?
I have written
Historicals, Time-Travels, Contemporaries, Family Sagas, and had a crack at a
Fantasy/Sci-Fi, but all have romance at their heart, so I am most definitely a
romance writer. Only one of my books strays from the Romance genre and that is Crying is for Babies, which is based on
the life of one of my sisters.
7. Where can you be
found?
Find me and my
books here on my Books We Love author page:
Thursday, October 24, 2019
Thursday - Code Blue excerpt #MFRWAuthor #BWLAuthor #Suspense #Medical #hospital #nurses
He crouched in the
cemetery that embraced three sides of the hillside parking lot across from Bradley Memorial Hospital .
A massive family marker shielded him from view, yet allowed him a clear view of
the steps, the street and the door of the Emergency Room. Dark clouds slid
across the surface of the moon. Lights, set high on poles around the perimeter
of the lot sent finger shadows groping among the cars.
The watcher straightened and edged from behind the granite marker. White puffs of vapor from the shallow, rapid breaths he took coalesced around his face. He held his body as rigid as a tombstone. As he waited for the evening nurses to end their tour of duty and hurry across the street to their cars, his narrowed eyes focused on the brightly-lit hospital entrance. Every night for a week, he had watched while excitement and anticipation had circled like a swarm of hornets. Would she come tonight?
"I'll never leave you." When he was eight, Mommy had said the words that had become his litany. That broken promise had brought him here.
He stared at the steps. When would Susan come?
When Mommy was a patient, Susan had been her favorite nurse. He had liked Susan, too, but she hadn't stopped those other people from hurting Mommy. His shoulders tensed.
"I'll never leave you. They'll have to kill me first."
The night Mommy had died was etched into his memories. On that dreadful night, he had begun his plan to make them pay.
Mommy would be unhappy about what he meant to do. To her, nurses were special and Susan more wonderful than the rest.
He rocked from his heels to his toes. The last time he had disobeyed, Mommy had threatened to tell everyone how bad he was. He had promised her he would be good. His hands curled into fists. Sometimes he wanted to feel the heat of accomplishment so much he felt sick.
He gulped a breath. Tonight the heat would blossom and he would feel powerful again.
Susan was like Mommy. She would tell. He chewed on his lower lip. Her death would free him to still the people who had hurt Mommy on that dreadful night.
His smile became a grimace.
He had trusted Susan but she had failed to keep Mommy safe. Though he wished to see the others dead, Susan had to be first. He had laid his plans carefully, and while he had considered all the things that could go wrong, days had become weeks and then months.
The bright lights across the street caught his attention and stirred his hopes. She had to come tonight. He wanted to be free.
His hand brushed Mommy's tombstone. He pressed his fingers against the engraved letters of her name. He cocked his head and listened to the whisper of the wind.
"Nurses give so much to others. Someone should take care of them."
Mommy's husky voice thrummed in a corner of his mind. Her face appeared. Tears spilled from her eyes. He shook his head. Why should he listen to her when she had left him?
The watcher straightened and edged from behind the granite marker. White puffs of vapor from the shallow, rapid breaths he took coalesced around his face. He held his body as rigid as a tombstone. As he waited for the evening nurses to end their tour of duty and hurry across the street to their cars, his narrowed eyes focused on the brightly-lit hospital entrance. Every night for a week, he had watched while excitement and anticipation had circled like a swarm of hornets. Would she come tonight?
"I'll never leave you." When he was eight, Mommy had said the words that had become his litany. That broken promise had brought him here.
He stared at the steps. When would Susan come?
When Mommy was a patient, Susan had been her favorite nurse. He had liked Susan, too, but she hadn't stopped those other people from hurting Mommy. His shoulders tensed.
"I'll never leave you. They'll have to kill me first."
The night Mommy had died was etched into his memories. On that dreadful night, he had begun his plan to make them pay.
Mommy would be unhappy about what he meant to do. To her, nurses were special and Susan more wonderful than the rest.
He rocked from his heels to his toes. The last time he had disobeyed, Mommy had threatened to tell everyone how bad he was. He had promised her he would be good. His hands curled into fists. Sometimes he wanted to feel the heat of accomplishment so much he felt sick.
He gulped a breath. Tonight the heat would blossom and he would feel powerful again.
Susan was like Mommy. She would tell. He chewed on his lower lip. Her death would free him to still the people who had hurt Mommy on that dreadful night.
His smile became a grimace.
He had trusted Susan but she had failed to keep Mommy safe. Though he wished to see the others dead, Susan had to be first. He had laid his plans carefully, and while he had considered all the things that could go wrong, days had become weeks and then months.
The bright lights across the street caught his attention and stirred his hopes. She had to come tonight. He wanted to be free.
His hand brushed Mommy's tombstone. He pressed his fingers against the engraved letters of her name. He cocked his head and listened to the whisper of the wind.
"Nurses give so much to others. Someone should take care of them."
Mommy's husky voice thrummed in a corner of his mind. Her face appeared. Tears spilled from her eyes. He shook his head. Why should he listen to her when she had left him?
Wednesday, October 23, 2019
Wednesday More characters Code Blue #MFRWHooks #BWLAuthor #Medical #Suspense #Hospital #Nurses
Join the writers at #MFRWHooks Here http://mfrwbookhooks.blogspot.com for some great excerpts. Mine is from Code Blue and features more of the characters.
BLURB:
In the medical suspense Code Blue by Janet Lane Walters, published by Books We Love and previously published as Obsessions, nurse Susan finds the body of the hospital’s “gossip queen” in the orthopedic storage room. She doesn’t realize this is the first of a series of murders involving her colleagues or that her life is in danger. She is a widow and is exploring a new romantic relationship that promises love but she fears the man she is falling for is as controlling as her dead husband. The arrival of courtship gifts, at first, seen as innocuous soon takes on a sinister note.
Reviews
This book kept me on edge from the first page to the last. Several times I just 'knew' I'd figured out who the killer was, but each time, there was a bit of doubt there until the very last paragraph! I highly recommend this book. 4 Stars (Excellent!)"--Tracie's Book Reviews by Kathy's Faves and Raves
"A series of murders, suspense, action, a tad of love makes OBSESSIONS an intriguing tale designed to mystify your mind. If you love mysteries, you'll love Janet Lane Walters newest release. 4 Stars!"--Just Views
"Fast-paced mainstream novel ... Walters plots carefully, each scene constructed to perfection. For readers who enjoy being terrified, this is an author to turn to for entertainment. She tells all, while managing to create paranoia among the characters."--Affaire de Coeur
Excerpts:
Dr. De Witt
Julie turned in the chair at the doctors' desk where she sat beside De Witt. "Is there a problem?" she asked. "Can I help?"
"Just an admission and no Barbara." On her way to the clean utility room, Susan paused beside the younger nurse.
De Witt captured Julie's hand the way a lion grasps its prey. "Don't be late." As he rose, he smoothed his ash blond hair and slung a black leather jacket over his shoulder. He strode down the hall.
Trish:
Trish pushed past Susan and trotted down the hall. Julie and the pair of practicals scurried after the thin nurse. Unable to move or think, Susan leaned against the counter.
A piercing scream pulled the unit secretary from her chair at the desk. The scream thawed Susan's frozen thoughts. If someone didn't take charge, the unit would dissolve into chaos.
"Kit, you can't go yet. Call Security and the house doctor. We need them stat. Then call the Nursing Office. I'll speak to any supervisor who answers."
"What's wrong with Barbara?" Kit asked.
"She's dead." Susan glanced up. Above nearly every door, a call light shone. A patient on crutches swung down the hall. Immediately behind him, a woman walked with crab-like movements. Susan left the desk to intercept the pair.
"What happened?" the man asked.
Dr. Mendoza
From the corner of her eye, Susan saw the stocky house doctor stride past the end of the hall. She hurried to catch up with him. "Dr. Mendoza, one of the nurses had an accident. She's in the storage room. You need to check her."
His dark eyes flashed irritation. "Why do you not take her to the Emergency Room? I am here to care for the patients, not the nurses."
"We can't move her until Security comes." Susan lowered her voice. "She's dead."
"What?"
Susan inhaled. Why was Dr. Mendoza the doctor in the house tonight? He always behaved as though unexpected incidents had been staged to annoy him. "She's--"
"Susan, Ms. Vernon's on the line," Kit said.
Trish grabbed
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Tuesday, October 22, 2019
Tuesday's Writer's Tip - The Book is Done - Questions to Ask #MFRWAuthor #BWLAuthor #Writing #Questions
You have finished your book and are going tin for a final read before sending this out to an agent or an editor. There are questions to ask and things to look for as you do that final read through. One thing to remember, though you're tired of the book those you're sending it to will have fresh eyes. So here are a few of the questions.
Are the scenes and the interactions between the characters active or passive? It's so easy to fall into the passive voice. Little things like She felt, he sensed tend to lead to passive sentences.
She felt a shiver roll through her body. That's relatively passive but A shiver rolled through her body makes the sentence active. He sensed a coming storm. Passive. Clouds darkened the sky. The air felt heavy with the coming storm. That's active.
Do your participles dangle? Now this can cause some chuckles. Walking down the street, a dog barked. Was the dog walking or was the viewpoint character walking. As she walked down the street, she encountered a barking dog. This leaves no question of who was walking.
Have you tied up loose ends? I once read a friend's book and enjoyed the book but when the book ended, I kept wondering why she had mentioned the hero's mother had worn men's clothes. This was a historical novel. The line seemed to be a throwaway except i kept wondering and wondering why the older woman confessed such a thing. I think I've sort of done this in one of my books. The hero has broken completely with his parents. I never show if they have reconciled? Maybe someday I'll give the book a rewrite and solve that problem for several readers.
I'll be back next week with some more.
Are the scenes and the interactions between the characters active or passive? It's so easy to fall into the passive voice. Little things like She felt, he sensed tend to lead to passive sentences.
She felt a shiver roll through her body. That's relatively passive but A shiver rolled through her body makes the sentence active. He sensed a coming storm. Passive. Clouds darkened the sky. The air felt heavy with the coming storm. That's active.
Do your participles dangle? Now this can cause some chuckles. Walking down the street, a dog barked. Was the dog walking or was the viewpoint character walking. As she walked down the street, she encountered a barking dog. This leaves no question of who was walking.
Have you tied up loose ends? I once read a friend's book and enjoyed the book but when the book ended, I kept wondering why she had mentioned the hero's mother had worn men's clothes. This was a historical novel. The line seemed to be a throwaway except i kept wondering and wondering why the older woman confessed such a thing. I think I've sort of done this in one of my books. The hero has broken completely with his parents. I never show if they have reconciled? Maybe someday I'll give the book a rewrite and solve that problem for several readers.
I'll be back next week with some more.
Monday, October 21, 2019
Meandering on Monday with Janet Lane Walters #MFRWAuthor #BWLAuthor #Writing #Poem #Kneew
Meander 1 Poem -- Call the Kids for Dinner, Dear --
Summer sidewalks shimmer heat.
The men come home from the mills,
Black lunchboxes,thermoses rattle
Against the empty sides.
Dinner's cooking, smells in the air,
Cabbage, spaghetti, meatloaf, potatoes.
Call the kids for dinner, dear.
My father, bald, hawked beaked,
Walks to the wooden porch,
T-shirt, scooped neck,
Pittsburgh gray
Beats his chest in Tarzan cry,
Calling his kids for dinner.
Why does he have to yortle so?
Flushed, red and not from the sun,
I sneak, slink to the backyard door
So no one knows he's my old man.
Meander 2 - Knees - Last week I took a spill and managed to hit my knee of the concrete. There's a brushburn that hurts but is healing. The real problem is my study is on the second floor. My ailing husband and the kitchen are on the first floor. This means every time I need something found, I must go down the seventeen steps. This is not quickly done. Someone asked why I didn't move to the first floor for the time being. Two reasons. Moving the computer and printer will take too much work. Also I couldn't work to the strains of CNN and all the rotten news occurring. At least now I can go up stairs in a more normal wal. Still slow but i figure another week and I'll forget the joys of being a klutz.
Meander 3 - Writing - Am now starting to type the last written draft and after this there will be only one more and that is an editing draft. Then the story will be done. Then I'll start another. Writers live on a circular path.
Summer sidewalks shimmer heat.
The men come home from the mills,
Black lunchboxes,thermoses rattle
Against the empty sides.
Dinner's cooking, smells in the air,
Cabbage, spaghetti, meatloaf, potatoes.
Call the kids for dinner, dear.
My father, bald, hawked beaked,
Walks to the wooden porch,
T-shirt, scooped neck,
Pittsburgh gray
Beats his chest in Tarzan cry,
Calling his kids for dinner.
Why does he have to yortle so?
Flushed, red and not from the sun,
I sneak, slink to the backyard door
So no one knows he's my old man.
Meander 2 - Knees - Last week I took a spill and managed to hit my knee of the concrete. There's a brushburn that hurts but is healing. The real problem is my study is on the second floor. My ailing husband and the kitchen are on the first floor. This means every time I need something found, I must go down the seventeen steps. This is not quickly done. Someone asked why I didn't move to the first floor for the time being. Two reasons. Moving the computer and printer will take too much work. Also I couldn't work to the strains of CNN and all the rotten news occurring. At least now I can go up stairs in a more normal wal. Still slow but i figure another week and I'll forget the joys of being a klutz.
Meander 3 - Writing - Am now starting to type the last written draft and after this there will be only one more and that is an editing draft. Then the story will be done. Then I'll start another. Writers live on a circular path.
Sunday, October 20, 2019
Sunday's Book Code Blue #MFRWAuthor #BWLAuthor #Medical suspense Hudson River
I began gatherine material for this book when I worked as a nurse. I've enjoyed medical suspense stories but there were usually evil doctors and sometimes nurses as the villains. This was my take with a little twist.
In the medical suspense Code Blue by Janet Lane Walters, published by Books We Love and previously published as Obsessions, nurse Susan finds the body of the hospital’s “gossip queen” in the orthopedic storage room. She doesn’t realize this is the first of a series of murders involving her colleagues or that her life is in danger. She is a widow and is exploring a new romantic relationship that promises love but she fears the man she is falling for is as controlling as her dead husband. The arrival of courtship gifts, at first, seen as innocuous soon takes on a sinister note.
Reviews
This book kept me on edge from the first page to the last. Several times I just 'knew' I'd figured out who the killer was, but each time, there was a bit of doubt there until the very last paragraph! I highly recommend this book. 4 Stars (Excellent!)"--Tracie's Book Reviews by Kathy's Faves and Raves
"A series of murders, suspense, action, a tad of love makes OBSESSIONS an intriguing tale designed to mystify your mind. If you love mysteries, you'll love Janet Lane Walters newest release. 4 Stars!"--Just Views
"Fast-paced mainstream novel ... Walters plots carefully, each scene constructed to perfection. For readers who enjoy being terrified, this is an author to turn to for entertainment. She tells all, while managing to create paranoia among the characters."--Affaire de Coeur
Saturday, October 19, 2019
Saturday's Blurb features a Book by Joan Havelange #BWLAuthor #Mystery #golf
When Mabel slices her golf ball into the town cemetery. She and her best friend Violet think the worst that could happen would be a lost ball. That is until they discover a dead body, and it isn't six feet under. Mabel's golf ball lays in the middle of his forehead, it’s murder.
The ladies take it upon themselves to solve the mystery of the dead body in the graveyard. Using the information gleaned from Coffee Row, a collection of eccentric townspeople. Leads them to investigate golfers and relatives of the deceased. Their investigation frustrates a newly appointed RCMP officer, who does his best to put a stop to their interference.
But nothing stops the intrepid detectives. Not the RCMP, a stampede of cattle or even shots fired at them in the dark. They have an uncanny ability to find trouble and dead bodies. Almost getting themselves killed before solving the murders
Friday, October 18, 2019
Friday, Joan Havelange is Visiting and Talking About Writing
1. What were you before you became a writer? Did
this influence your career as an author.
I have worn a few hats, I worked for a mining company in Northern Manitoba . This was when computers were just
ramping up. It was great fun being on the ground floor so to speak. I have also
acted and been a little theatre director. I find writing a lot like directing,
only your actors show up on time and know their lines, although sometimes they
still go off in a direction that surprises me.
2. Are you genre specific or general? I don't
mean major genres but do you write in a subgenre of romance, mystery or
paranormal?
I’m a mystery buff, I tried writing romances, but I wasn’t
romantic enough. So it’s murder for me. The Cozy Mystery kind.
3. What is your latest release?
Wayward Shot
4. What are you working on now?
My next mystery is set in Egypt , a
country I enjoyed visiting a few years ago
5. Does your reading influence your choice of a
genre?
I read many genres, but I’m a big fan of mysteries
6. Where can we find you?
Thursday, October 17, 2019
Thursday - Murder and Sweet Tea - a look at Robespierre #MFRWAuthor #BWLAuthor #Cozy mystery #Maine Coon Cat
I turned into River
Edge Road . Robespierre ambled up the street toward
me. When he reached my side, the Maine Coon cat butted my legs with his head.
Was this a welcome or a bid for more food? At twenty-two pounds, he was huge
and his fluffy black, brown and white coat added to his bulk.
The cat dashed inside and did a little dance in front of
his bowl. Lars sat at the table cradling a steaming mug of coffee. I sprinkled
a few bits of dry food in Robespierre’s dish and filled a glass with iced
spearmint tea. I sat across from my husband.
Lars looked up from the newspaper. “Did you and the coven
solve the problems of the world?”
The next day, I spent time in the garden tending the mint
beds in front of the bedroom area of the house. Their aromas filtered into the
rooms and helped me sleep. Megan and Rose Prairie played with a ball on a
string. Robespierre sat in his Sphinx position on the stone walk leading from the front door to the street. I wonder if he thought he was too old to play.
While watching the move, I gathered basil and mints for
our evening meal. I pulled weeds from the beds.
“Hungry, Grandma Kate.” The small girl planted herself in
front of me.
“Is it lunchtime already?”
“My tummy says yes.”
I clasped her hand and we walked to the house. A parade of
cats followed. The pair scampered over the slate foyer and turned toward the
kitchen. Robespierre and Rose Prairie dashed to sit beside their bowls in
expectation of being fed. I chuckled. Megan’s pet had learned the drill.
She giggled. “They are so silly.” She shook a few nuggets
into each bowl.
Wednesday, October 16, 2019
Wednesday Meet some of the characters Code Blue #MFRWHooks #BWLAuthor #Medical suspense
Join the writers at #MFRWHooks here http://mfrwbookhooks.blogspot.com for some great excerpts. Mine is Code Blue, a medical Suspense.
BLURB:
In the medical suspense Code Blue by Janet Lane Walters, published by Books We Love and previously published as Obsessions, nurse Susan finds the body of the hospital’s “gossip queen” in the orthopedic storage room. She doesn’t realize this is the first of a series of murders involving her colleagues or that her life is in danger. She is a widow and is exploring a new romantic relationship that promises love but she fears the man she is falling for is as controlling as her dead husband. The arrival of courtship gifts, at first, seen as innocuous soon takes on a sinister note.
Reviews
This book kept me on edge from the first page to the last. Several times I just 'knew' I'd figured out who the killer was, but each time, there was a bit of doubt there until the very last paragraph! I highly recommend this book. 4 Stars (Excellent!)"--Tracie's Book Reviews by Kathy's Faves and Raves
"A series of murders, suspense, action, a tad of love makes OBSESSIONS an intriguing tale designed to mystify your mind. If you love mysteries, you'll love Janet Lane Walters newest release. 4 Stars!"--Just Views
"Fast-paced mainstream novel ... Walters plots carefully, each scene constructed to perfection. For readers who enjoy being terrified, this is an author to turn to for entertainment. She tells all, while managing to create paranoia among the characters."--Affaire de Coeur
Some of the Characters
Barbara
"Do you really think I'll tell you?" Barbara Denton's strident voice rasped against Susan's nerve endings. "Believe me, when I say it's dynamite. Someone isn't going to like what I've learned. And let me tell you, this time, I have all the facts."
The practical nurse's harsh laughter and the veiled threat in her voice added to Susan's uneasiness. Whom had Barbara targeted this time? Her stories always contained a dram of truth but little more. Susan halted in the doorway and waited to hear further hints of scandal. When the practical remained silent, Susan stepped into the room and closed the door.
The hospital's gossip queen sprawled on the bright green loveseat facing the door. She stabbed a cigarette toward the round table that was partly hidden by the jutting powder room wall. A gold bracelet glittered on her arm and slid up and down as she used the cigarette to emphasize the importance of the tidbit she dangled.
Susan shook her head. Had anyone reminded Barbara that smoking in the hospital was illegal? Would it matter? The practical had chosen to break the rule, but so did the unit's nurse manager.
"Don't tease," Susan said. "We know you're dying to tell all."
Julie
Julie emerged from the med room. "How's your father? Barbara had me so rattled I forgot to ask."
"As stubborn as ever. When I lectured him about the need for fiber in his diet, he laughed. What does one do with a father who's a junk food addict?"
"Love him."
Susan chuckled. "He handles the temporary colostomy like a pro."
"Then I was right. He has diverticulitis."
Susan nodded. "I owe you a dinner. Let me know when you're ready to collect." She reached for the district care plan book and motioned to one of the day nurses. As the woman began report, Barbara sauntered into the station and leaned against the counter.
The early hours of the shift were hectic. Susan felt as though she chased the hours she'd lost on the airport runway and in crawling past construction barriers. With eleven unfamiliar patients, she had no time to dwell on the undercurrents she had sensed in the lounge or on her own restlessness.
Leila
"Goodbye, Barbara." Susan carried a salad and a cup of coffee to the table. Fifteen minutes later, the lounge door opened and Leila walked in.
"You're late," Susan said.
Leila poured a cup of coffee. "It's been one of those evenings. ICU had a visitor who refused to leave. The OR needed four units of blood stat. A patient on Five Med/Surg fell." She sat across from Susan. "I like the hair. It's about time you colored the gray."
"That's what my mother said, plus a lot of other advice." Susan closed the salad container. "Why don't we get together for lunch tomorrow and I'll fill you in about the state of nursing practice in
Leila lit a cigarette.
Susan raised an eyebrow. "I thought you quit."
"Stress."
"And the rules?"
"Will you turn me in?"
"I might. About lunch?"
"I can't. I have class. Just one more semester."
Susan cleaned the area of the table she had used. "Wednesday?"
Leila shook her head. "I'm picking up my new car. Do you have time to talk about one of your co-workers?"
"Here? I wouldn't want to chance being overheard. What about Friday?"
"I'll be away. It's a four-day weekend."
"Joe?" Susan asked.
A dreamy look misted Leila's dark eyes. "We're going to his hunting cabin."
"Don't you ever get tired of spending so little time with him?"
"Quality counts." Leila's smile brought an elegant charm to her pointed features. "It's a good relationship. We both know how much we're willing to give. I don't want him to leave his wife and marry me."
A fleeting shadow in her friend's eyes made Susan wonder why Leila lied to herself. On the surface, her friend acted like a realist, but Susan knew the hidden romantic. For twelve years, she had watched Leila hide that part of her nature.
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Tuesday, October 15, 2019
Tuesday's Writer's Tip -- Speaking of Roaming Body Parts Janet Lane Walters #Writing #Body parts
There are some things when I read I start giggling. Like this gem> His eyes roamed around the room. Can you picture him removing his eyes so they can look everywhere. Now if the writer had said his gaze roamed around the room, there would be no laughter. Removing the body parts from the characters can always bring a chuckle or two. Perhaps if you were writing horror they might work. Unfortunately this is a trap that's easy to step into. I know I've done it a hundred times and hopefully have caught at least 99 if them, There's usually something that slips through no matter how many times you go over the script or how many editors look at the pages.
Another area where parts don't make sense. Objects don't act on their own. The car swerved. Depends on if the viewpoint character is driving or observing. If he's driving, he swerves the car. If he's watching, the car does swerve. This is an area where I have trouble making sure the viewpoint character is in the right spot for the sentence. Boots scuffed the cement. Could be her boots scuffed the cement. A stranger;s boots etc. You get the picture
Another area where parts don't make sense. Objects don't act on their own. The car swerved. Depends on if the viewpoint character is driving or observing. If he's driving, he swerves the car. If he's watching, the car does swerve. This is an area where I have trouble making sure the viewpoint character is in the right spot for the sentence. Boots scuffed the cement. Could be her boots scuffed the cement. A stranger;s boots etc. You get the picture
Monday, October 14, 2019
Meandering on Monday with Janet Lane Walters #MFRWAuthor #BWLAuthor #Poem #Klutz #Writing
Meander 1 Poem -- Book Jacket --
I face you and i smile
Naked, surrounded by air.
A gleam of mischief lights my eyes.
Glasses slightly askew.
And while you see my flesh
Exposed.
My inner core is hidden under words.
It's you must puzzle meanings.
In my hand a corncob pipe.
It lends an air of dignity.
The sweater, holes in sleeves tied round my neck.
Should have leather patches.
But I can't sew.
Meander 2 - Klutz - I fell today because I wasn't paying attention. This had to happen at the mall where people could see me. At least they helped my to my feet. I assured them I was all right. And I was but I must stop thinking about what I'm going to do next and realize there's a curb and not the pavement.
Meander 3 - Writing - I have started the last written draft of the book. They it will be a matter of proffing. Of course that's a way to go since there are probably a hundred or more pages to write. Twenty minutes to a page so I should finish by the deadline. I've made a bargain with myself. I intend to write three books next eyar but I'll tell my publisher and friend that I will write them and when each one is dong I'll let her know and she can fit me into the story. There are too many things happening in life to be on constant deadlines.
I face you and i smile
Naked, surrounded by air.
A gleam of mischief lights my eyes.
Glasses slightly askew.
And while you see my flesh
Exposed.
My inner core is hidden under words.
It's you must puzzle meanings.
In my hand a corncob pipe.
It lends an air of dignity.
The sweater, holes in sleeves tied round my neck.
Should have leather patches.
But I can't sew.
Meander 2 - Klutz - I fell today because I wasn't paying attention. This had to happen at the mall where people could see me. At least they helped my to my feet. I assured them I was all right. And I was but I must stop thinking about what I'm going to do next and realize there's a curb and not the pavement.
Meander 3 - Writing - I have started the last written draft of the book. They it will be a matter of proffing. Of course that's a way to go since there are probably a hundred or more pages to write. Twenty minutes to a page so I should finish by the deadline. I've made a bargain with myself. I intend to write three books next eyar but I'll tell my publisher and friend that I will write them and when each one is dong I'll let her know and she can fit me into the story. There are too many things happening in life to be on constant deadlines.
Sunday, October 13, 2019
Sunday's Book Murder and Sweet Tea #MFRWAuthor #BWLAuthor #Cozy mystery #Hudson River Valley
This is the last book in the series and maybe in the future, Katherine will find anothe rmurder to become involved with. One never knows. Saying goodbye to Robespierre was sad years ago but I'm glad he now lives in memory and on the pages of these books.
Blurb
Lars is her new husband. He loves Katherine but doesn’t understand why she’s always trying to protect her near and dear. Even though she saved his life while visiting him in Santa Fe, he often questions her involvement in other people’ lives.
Into their lives arrives a new neighbor, Sabrina Gates. Sabrina bought the house next door. She has had a phenomenal success as a new author but moes from her past and present threaten her peace and ability to write. There is the blogger who posts snide and not so nice posts about other authors. Sabrina’s former agent wants a share of the huge amount of money Sabrina has received for a trilogy. And there is her ex-husband, a needy greedy coward who wants money.
Above all there is Robespierre who makes his presence known.
Saturday, October 12, 2019
Saturday's Blurbs featuring Books by Paul DeBlassie III #MFRWAuthor #Visionary Fiction #Award winner
Winner of the
Independent Press Award and the NYC Big Book Award for Visionary Fiction!
Eve Sanchez, a scholar of esoteric studies, is driven into unreal dimensions of horror and hope as she encounters a seductive and frightening man, criminal lawyer Sam Shear.
Sam introduces Eve to a supernatural world in which the wicked powers of a surrogate mother’s twisted affection threaten love and life. Struggling to sort through right from wrong, frightened yet determined, Eve nears despair.
In the magical realm of Aztlan del Sur, a mythopoeic land of hidden horrors and guiding spirits, Eve, with three friends and a wise old woman, is caught in an age-old struggle about love—whether bad love is better than no love— and discovers that love is a wild thing.
Eve Sanchez, a scholar of esoteric studies, is driven into unreal dimensions of horror and hope as she encounters a seductive and frightening man, criminal lawyer Sam Shear.
Sam introduces Eve to a supernatural world in which the wicked powers of a surrogate mother’s twisted affection threaten love and life. Struggling to sort through right from wrong, frightened yet determined, Eve nears despair.
In the magical realm of Aztlan del Sur, a mythopoeic land of hidden horrors and guiding spirits, Eve, with three friends and a wise old woman, is caught in an age-old struggle about love—whether bad love is better than no love— and discovers that love is a wild thing.
Goddess of the Wild Thing
reveals the dramatic tale of one woman’s spiritual journey where metaphysical
happenings, unexpected turns of fate, and unseen forces impact her ability to
love and be loved.
Winner of the International Book Award and Pinnacle Book Award
for Visionary Fiction!
Haunted by the memory of her mother’s murder, Claire has lived
most of her life in fear.
But the Archbishop’s mounting horror compels her to expose the
dark side of his religion and face the truth: good is not always what it
appears to be.
Confronting Anarch means risking her life and uncovering the
closely guarded secrets of her past.
Set in the mystic land of Aztlan, a metaphysical realm of hidden
terrors and guiding spirits, The Unholy is a supernatural tale of Claire’s
confrontation with destiny as healer and slayer.
Twitter:
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Friday, October 11, 2019
Friday Paul DeBlassei III is visiting and Talking about Who He Was Before #MFRWAuthor #Psycologist #Archetypal #Supernatural
1. What were you in your life before you became
a writer? Did this influence your writing? It’s my take that I’ve always had the words and
books fulminating, churning, and readying for birth. I think writers are born
and life hones that calling. So, I’d say by profession I’m a depth psychologist
and writer, treating the deep unconscious mind and writing books about
archetypal/supernatural happenings for the past thirty-five years. Stories I’ve
lived through with traumatized patients have confirmed the workings of an
unseen world, a mysterious zone that’s forever been an influence from childhood
to adulthood. The magic of the mystic helped my wife of forty-years, Kate, and
I to raise our four children – two phantasmagoric writers and two alchemical
artists.
2 Are you genre specific or general? Why? I
don't mean genres like romance, mystery, fantasy etc. There are many subgenres
of the above. As
far as genre, my reads are visionary/metaphysical, supernatural/occult, and
horror. They got the stuff that pops the top off the rule bound and rigid mind.
3. Did your reading choices have anything to do
with your choice of a genre or genres? What I read is laced with visionary intrigue. They’re the
psychically titillating stories that whisper to me, tell me things about life
and the images and symbols of the dark recesses of the mind.
4. What's your latest release? Goddess of the Wild Thing
breaks into the question of love and whether bad love is better than no love.
You’ve got a consciousness oriented narrative replete with archetypal themes of
the wise-old woman, the witch, and a man and woman struggling to find their way
through a complex and, at times, horror-ridden relationship.
5. What are you working on now? I’m finishing up The Goddess of
Everything. It’s a horrifying, visionary thriller about mother love gone bad
and the need to break free. It’s got action going from what folks live out to
one degree or another, the instinct to be free of stifling parenting, free to
live and be according to our own choosing.
6. Where can we find you? pauldeblassieiii.com