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Every Girl Loves A Warrior-Poet

Over on Facebook I’m promoting my upcoming novel, I Blew Up Juarez. Every Tuesday until the book release, I’m gonna feature a character teaser. Last week, everyone met  Mimi Deshpande, and this week, Iwan Maclaggan.

Think Braveheart’s William Wallace and Gladiator’s Maximus Decimus Meridius smashed together into a modern day American soldier. Crazy hot!

Oh Sweetie, I’ll Always Take A Woman’s Word Over A Man’s…

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Vision board pinup of Mimi (courtesy Dina Feinstein)

Over on Facebook I’m promoting my upcoming novel, I Blew Up Juarez. Every Tuesday until the book release, I’m gonna feature a character teaser. Last week, everyone met Phoebe Maclaggan, and this week, Mimi Deshpande, a tiny woman with a big attitude!

In this video, Mimi’s attempt to join a sorority is floundered when Johnny needs intel on her brother, Rockaway. WATCH [start at 10:22]:

The 5 Differences Between Professional and Amateur Novelists

The general who would be king. Oh! But that’s been done so many times before! Coriolanus. Gladiator…

These were the thoughts ruminating through my head as Bobby walked me around our neighborhood. Thinking thinking thinking about this character, a very important one in my life, who decided to reappear in my mind this morning. I love him, I want to bring him to life. But how?

Beat yet accomplished, Bobby plopped down on the cool tile near the doorway while I prepared a deserved lunch. I checked my Twitter timeline, and @writersdigest had posted ‘The 5 Differences Between Professional and Amateur Novelists,’ which I really enjoyed reading. Each attribute got me thinking about my own journey.

TOOLS

I think about what I need to have in order to be able to write. I’m a typist, a fast one at that, so when I know I want to produce a lengthy scenario, I know I need the keyboard. But, I do like to freestyle write. I recall the beginning of December, I ran out of journal pages and thought I’d be fine with sticking to the keyboard and typing in my thoughts. It didn’t work! For the physical tools of the trade, I do need paper as well as QWERTY.

My takeaway from this paragraph was, ‘The less time you spend thinking about how you write, the more time you spend thinking about what you’re writing’ and it’s true. Not having a journal to work from disrupted my ability to flow. While inspiration wasn’t stymied, the comfort of getting it from spirit to paper was.

PATIENCE

What I am most grateful for in this current mode of existence is the abundance of time I have. Retirement in the proletariat sense has allowed me room to evolve; to slow down, to tend to my ailments, to prioritize who and what matter. The opening sentence of the article includes, ‘the single greatest ally we have is time.’ Tis true.

What’s been interesting in this venture is how much everyone around me is impatient. While I’m happy to spew out a work here or there, the conversation is, when are you going to publish? What are you going to do after that book comes out? When are you going to start a book tour? Are you doing readings??

Yo. Chill out.

I even got an email saying, you have time to submit your book to the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award you should do that! Thanks, really. But I’m doing this to experience joy, I’m not vying for Best Joyful Person. Does that make sense? There are literary artists damn near hyperventilating around me when I casually mention I’m publishing one of my works this year. Are you going to submit it for this award? That award? Are you doing contests? How much are you selling it for??

YO. CHILL. OUT.

FOCUS

The reason why I’ve stopped collaborating with groups is because the ones I’ve experienced lack focus. While the group ideology is to support a creative person and develop a creative work environment, it just seems to splinter. I’m a very focused individual, ask the two people who are brave enough to claim me as their friend. Once my mind is on a project, I design it Z to A, and that’s where the project remains. I may have mentioned in a previous blog my short-lived apprenticeship with a screenwriter. When we met to discuss the existing project, she had five – FIVE – different versions of the screenplay printed out, and we’re supposed to start revisions that week! Her sloppiness showed me while she had the ambition, she had no strategy and definitely no focus. Incredibly self-disciplined, organized, focused people are allergic to sloppy, unfocused ones.

HABIT

My habits are thus: I wake up within a certain window of time every morning. I walk the length of the lake, or when Bob completes #1 and #2, whichever is first. I brew coffee as I clean up the kitchen and make my bed. Coffee is brought to wherever I plan to write, and I do two Morning Pages by hand (The Artist’s Way, people, do it, thank me later) whatever’s on my mind. After that, just depends on where my creativity takes me. Currently, I’m balancing marketing time with respite. Not trying to jump on a fresh product yet, so I’m watching movies, reading books, experiencing works other than mine. When I was in the thick of novel production, I did the same morning routine, but then I’d compose well past sunset, sometimes until dawn. Next day, same morning routine. Well stated in the article, ‘The more consistent your habits are – and this ties into having your tools nailed down – the more secure your brain will be to run free and create.’

PRACTICE

The author says it in the article, ‘Practice makes you better.’ It does. I use this blog to practice. I use my Morning Pages to practice. I use my Twitter feed to practice. I’m a writer. I have to practice. Nothing is more saddening than coming across another person who claims to be a writer, but hasn’t touched any writing instrument since childhood. It’s in the actions, not the words, we’ve heard this axiom delivered several ways. If you’re a writer, write. And practice. And do it for you.

Writing Prompt: Call Me Marzipan

NOTE: I took the challenge sicahue presented in my Ancient Astronauts post, and continued the story using the same writing prompt.

[Writing Prompt: Someone goes into a unique store and buys an odd item; time = 15 minutes]hierophant3

The small girl busied with twisting long braids into each other, creating one long rope down the prefect’s back. Meanwhile, another servant girl, about twelve years of age, looped a red scarf about a long, lean torso, holding it taut as it fastened right under the breasts, as she was trained. Both girls stepped back and allowed the prefect to adjust accordingly. A light nod to each of the girls’ directions caused them to smile appreciatively as they bowed. The younger girl motioned for a headdress adorned with grouse and ptarmigan feathers. The prefect lifted a hand, “Not yet,” then stepped forward and kneeled before the slate alter in the center of the room. The girls genuflected, brought their arms to cross over their chests, and entered into a chant with their master.

The room glowed brightly from behind the three. The two girls turned and squinted towards the light. The prefect, eyes still closed, drew a knowing smile across her face. The girls, recognizing the being approaching, lowered their eyes and bowed. The receiver looked astonished.

“About time my prodigal daughter came home. You’re about to miss the ceremony, girl! Come here, give me a hug.”

Key still in hand, she didn’t know what else to do other than hug this unfamiliar person.

“Master, should we fetch her garments?”

“Only if Ga wills it.”

“Hold it. My name’s Gail.”

The prefect laughed. The two girls entered into a laugh.

“Every day’s an adventure with my daughter. So I’m to call you Gael now? Well then, instead of Mother, you can call me Candy. Sweets! Marzipan! You never cease to entertain me, Ga.”

“Gail.”

“Oh right,” the prefect lifted her chin as she stroked Gail’s face, “Ga-el.”

Gail widened her eyes and quickly scanned the room. She had gone from a simple, solid door in the middle of a plain to a large, palatial room, lit only by arched windows cut along the rock walls. The woman calling herself Mother (Marzipan?) was dressed in a long black sheath with a red waist cinch. Behind her was an alter with a large gold statue of a wide eye. The two girls assisted her with placing a large gold plate over her chest and a large headdress.

“Daughter, aren’t you going to help me with the ceremony today? Lots of babies to bless. It was an especially cold winter, remember?”

“Uh.” Gail watched as the two girls approached her, hands folded in front of them, smiling as they awaited her response.

“Uh.” She tucked the key into the satchel hanging off her waist.

The prefect adjusted her headdress in the standing mirror once more, then returned to Gail.

“I suppose your wandering today has made you tired. I’m fine to do the ceremony on my own, but, my dear starchild, if you are to advance in the priesthood, you need to spend more time amongst your charges.” Marzipan wrapped her arms around Gail in a tight embrace. The cold gold burned her cheek.

Marry Me Already!

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Grateful for the sun, this tan, and YOU.

You guys absolutely RAWK.

I put up my announcement, you show your support in kind. Faith in humanity restored, thanks to you!

The lemonade stand is up! When you log into Facebook today, type in I Blew Up Juarez in the Search box, and LIKE LIKE LIKE my Book Page!

Happy Friday!

Zdravstvuyte!

It’s cool to know I’m a popular search result in Russia. I mean, hey, kinda makes sense, I live in St. Petersburg! Florrridahhhh. :)

But you know what? I’ll take it. Besides, I want to make friends all over the world, especially after my book comes out next month. Yep, I write action fiction, and I’m excited to offer I Blew Up Juarez as an e-book and paperback if you so like!

Let’s make it a popular enough read so I can get it translated in several languages. Russian, too. Then I’d have a GREAT reason to hang out in St. Petersburg, Russia! Let’s make my dreams come true!

Go check out the Facebook page and do that thumbs up like thing.

Good morning, St. Petersburg! And good night, St. Petersburg!

 

G’Day and 안녕하세요!

Recently, I checked out my WordPress site analytics and found, besides the United States, I have frequent viewers and visitors from Australia and South Korea! I love that. So to all my way-way-more-East-than-I friends, thanks!

I invite you all to check out my Facebook page for I Blew Up Juarez. This is my FIRST fiction work I am publishing as an independent author. Super excited about it, and I hope you are too! Please take a moment to Like my page today.

We set up the page chiefly to organize the central question: what’s this book about? Here’s the synopsis straight from Facebook:

It’s her 33rd birthday, but drug trafficker Johnny Saucedo won’t be celebrating until her next job is done. Plagued with inexplicable surges of energy that leave her incapable of controlling her own body, and haunted by events from her past, Johnny seeks refuge from her troubles in the home of her best childhood friend, the incorrigible and mystic-minded Phoebe Mclaggan, who lives conveniently close to Johnny’s new assignment.
But the job might not be what it appears to be, and Phoebe’s insistence on tagging along doesn’t make things any easier for Johnny. A heated altercation breaks out between the two women, and the mysterious energy surges out of Johnny’s body, decimating the entire city of Juarez, Mexico and leaving Johnny in a near-comatose state. During her state of unconsciousness Johnny meets an enigmatic being named Jossara, who informs Johnny that her powers have only just begun to surface. Unfortunately, so have her problems. Labeled a traitor in the trafficking industry, and a possible-terrorist by the military, Johnny now must lace up her combat boots for the fight of her life. But the stakes are bigger than she can even begin to imagine.

St Petersburg writer, Von Simeon, has created an intense, humorous, fast-paced story of action and intrigue that will have the reader on the edge of their seat. With its no-nonsense style and audacious marriage of non-traditional elements, I Blew Up Juarez breaks the mold of the traditional action novel and paves a new path in genre fiction.

Your Favorite German Is ON FACEBOOK

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Johnny Saucedo, I Blew Up Juarez. Artwork by Marie Chapin, copyright VS Enterprises.

Today I’m debuting my official Facebook page for I Blew Up Juarez, my FIRST published fiction work! WILL be available in e-book and paperback format. VERY VERY excited, and I hope you are too!

When you Like the page, you’ll get updates about the novel, including Teaser Tuesdays. This is where I’ll post an excerpt (200 words) from I Blew Up Juarez, plus a fact about the character ONLY FACEBOOK USERS will know! Fun, right?

Help me get 100 likes by 3pm Eastern Standard Time!

 

 

[Video] BIG Announcement!

TWO WAYS TO FIND IT:

Here’s the I Blew Up Juarez: A Novel Book Page

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