Saturday, July 11, 2015

A Silent Soliloquy Blog Tour -July 11

I am delighted to be hosting L. G, Keltner for the blog tour for her new release, A Silent Soliloquy. 


 I’d like to start by thanking Diana for allowing me to stop by her blog today.  I’m happy to be here!  While I’m here, I’d like to talk about how I see my main characters, and what I envisioned for the cover and how it came about. 
 
Words can paint a stunning picture, but it’s up to the reader to make that picture come to life through their reading.  The physical description of a character on a page, no matter how detailed, is simply an outline for the reader’s imagination to fill in.  How much they make use of your descriptions in their visualization is entirely up to them, and as a result, every reader is bound to have a different idea about what your characters look like.  That being said, as I was writing, I did have a specific idea of what my characters looked like.  I visualized TIPPIE as being built like River from Firefly, except with natural dirty blond hair.  Of course, she frequently changes her hair color for various missions, so that is not a terribly important aspect of her character.  David is in his mid-twenties and has black hair and green eyes.  I didn’t necessarily want to picture him as any one actor while I was writing him, because I wanted him to look like any guy you might normally see.  When he was in high school, he would have been one of the guys his classmates considered cute, even handsome, but still relatively normal.  Some muscle tone, but not overly done.  You know what I’m talking about.  During the time our story actually takes place, he’s scrawny.  Almost skeletal.  Just looking at him, you can tell he’s had it rough.

Writing descriptions may be something I can somewhat pull off, but I knew from the beginning I couldn’t do the cover art on my own.  I needed someone else to help me in that department.  When I first envisioned the cover, the bloody flower was there.  However, I envisioned it in many locations.  One idea involved it lying crushed on the pavement beside someone’s boot.  Another had it lying in the palm of someone’s hand.  I also envisioned it in the garden where it grows in the story.  The only truly important thing to me, however, was that the flower be there.  To me, it’s an important symbol in the story.  This fact was passed on to the artist, who sent an initial sketch of the flower.  I was in love.  The following week, I had the completed image, and I loved it.  The most important thing I wanted from the cover came through beautifully. 

Title: A Silent Soliloquy
Author: L.G. Keltner
Genre: Science Fiction/Dystopian
Length: 28,000 words
Cover Art: Devross
Release Date: July 6th, 2015
Blurb:
TIPPIE was created to be a weapon.  By all appearances, she's an ordinary girl of 18, and she uses that to her advantage in her work for The Facility.  What no one sees is that there's another girl buried deep inside.  She can't speak or control the movements of the body she inhabits.  As TIPPIE's silent passenger, she can only observe.  She uses the details she learns from TIPPIE's work to reconstruct the stories of other people's lives.  It helps her feel a little more connected to the world she can only watch. 
When TIPPIE's work leads her to David, a young man with a haunted past and information that The Facility wants, TIPPIE uses her skills to earn his trust.  The silent girl beneath the surface knows that TIPPIE is only going to hurt him, but she can't help but feel for him.  Those feelings only grow, but she knows all too well that TIPPIE's work will soon come to an end. 
Bio: 
L.G. Keltner spends most of her time trying to write while also cleaning up after her crazy but wonderful kids and hanging out with her husband.  Her favorite genre of all time is science fiction, and she’s been trying to write novels since the age of six.  Needless to say, those earliest attempts weren’t all that good.  
Her non-writing hobbies include astronomy and playing Trivial Pursuit. 
You can typically find L.G. lurking around her blog, on Twitter, or on her Facebook page.
Purchase Links: 
Kobo 
You can also add it on Goodreads.
 
 

Friday, July 10, 2015

Celebrating the Small Things - July 10, 2015

Welcome to 'Celebrating the Small Things', started by VikLit (bless her!) and now run by Lexa Cain, our fearless leader and her two wonderful co-hosts L.G. Keltner @ Writing Off The Edge and Tonya Drecker at Kidbits.  Go visit them!  

Today I am celebrating surviving a hectic week at work and the weekend that will include an overnight trip to Maine, the land of craggy coasts, charming towns, some nifty cities and some really good food!  My charming old Labrador Retriever, white face and all, is at what he seems to think of as 'summer camp' where he gets to snooze, romp, stuff his face, get fussed over, bark, slobber, and generally act like a happy old doofus of a dog.




Where I'll be
My car is packed and ready, I'll be topping the gas, and tomorrow morning, early, I'll be heading north (pronounced 'nowath' by the natives).  Why not leave tonight?  Errr...  Well, only a fool heads toward Main and the Mountains on a Friday night in July. 
Lovely place to lunch or dine...
I will be snatching lunch on Saturday at a little place called Azure Cafe in Freeport.  I stumbled upon this my last visit, when I was hungry and asked the local folks for a lunch recommendation.  This was one of them, and I liked the patio.  The food was simple but with a little spark that indicated to me that the chef had a real understanding of taste, flavor and presentation, and had imagination and a sense of humor.  Surprise!  I learned later that it had won quite a few awards.  The food was great and the people were just lovely.  So I will be lunching there tomorrow.

Incidentally, there's a website called 'Tripadvisor' (www.tripadvisor.com) that is by and for travelers who give feedback on their experiences.  I have a few reviews there, and I have not been steered wrong when I looked things up.

Lots to celebrate!  How about you?  

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Crossing The Doldrums (IWSG July 1, 2015)

The Insecure Writer's Support Group
This is my monthly post for IWSG = Insecure Writers' Support Group (click for the link).  Alex J Cavanaugh (may his tribe increase) started it and it has, for me, provided wisdom, understanding, laughter, and a lot of thought.  Sign up!  Read!



I've been giving a lot of thought to The Doldrums, recently.  It's a word most people have heard, but I doubt they know what it means.  The Doldrums is the (maritime) name for region in the Atlantic and Pacific oceans:
The Doldrums are regions of the Atlantic and Pacific oceans that have little if any wind.  This was a particular problem for sailors in the past when they depended on the winds to propel their ships, a problem that could be potentially deadly.  The Doldrums are caused by solar radiation from the sun, as sunlight beams down directly on area around the equator.  This heating causes the air to warm and rise straight up rather than blow horizontally.  The result is little or no wind, sometimes for weeks on end.
The Doldrums, in the Atlantic, are near the Sargasso Sea, reputed to be the graveyard of hundred of stymied, drifting, abandoned hulks:



The old maritime term for an unmoving sailing ship, stranded and helpless, is 'in irons'.  It's a good description.  Weighted down, immovable, bound, tied to one place, stagnating...
Like someone in the grip of writer's block, maybe...
Haven't we all been that way?  At a standstill, no inspiration blowing through our imaginations, helpless, watching our energy drain away, knowing in our heart of hearts that it will never ever come back, and there is nothing we can do about it.

I've been there.  Haven't you?  Thinking that any energy for writing is a self-existing gift, almost like a happy guest that comes in, sits down, regales me with stories that I scramble to jot down...and then departs to leave me helpless.

The Doldrums or, if you think about it, Writer's block.

I'm emerging from a slight case of The Doldrums.  I've been going hammer and tongs on a story that is slated to come out early 2016.  It's coming along nicely, but not nicely enough, and I have spent so much time staring at the pages on my screen, reading portions over and over again, I ended up blunting my own creativity.  Basically, I sprained my muse.  Or, to be a little more plebeian, I burned myself out.

I think once you've powered through one of these times (once you remember that they're just a bit of time and not the death knell of your talent, drive and writing) you can recognize them and deal with them.  At least I can... After a couple weeks bewailing my fate, longing for the surge of inspiration, staring at The Most Boring Thing Ever Written. 

The only cure for that, which I offer to all, is the writing equivalent of getting a jump-start.  If you're like me, you have  plenty of projects sitting around.  Put  down the current one that has you tired and grumpy, rest and relax, and then pick up another story and get going.  Use pencil and pen and highlighter.  Go to town!

...it seems to be working.

Friday, June 19, 2015

Small Celebrations, June 19, 2015


Today I am 'Celebrating the Small Things' in this delightful blog hop, started by VikLit and now run by Lexa Cain, our fearless leader and her two wonderful co-hosts L.G. Keltner @ Writing Off The Edge and Katie @ TheCyborgMom.

Today (Friday, June 19) I am celebrating surviving a hectic week at work, the advent of the weekend, and the feeling of renewal that has come to me in the past few weeks.  It has been a time of hurry, bother, harassment (as in crazy busy), and wondering why on earth I'm doing this nonsense when I would so much rather be somewhere else doing something else.

John Denver was associated too much with 'Thank God I'm a Country Boy' to be taken seriously by many.  He had a lot of depth to him, and he died too young.  His song "Looking for Space" expresses how I sometimes feel:




What's the point of puzzling over things?  the lyrics express it well:

              On the road of experience, join in the living day.
              If there's an answer it's just that it's just that way,


That's good enough for me.  I just keep on keeping on, chipping away at projects, savoring the good moments, and trying to convey the peace.

What are you celebrating?  

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

That's Why I'm Here...

I was taking a break from some intense (not writing-related) work, and decided "I've got a minute, I'll check my email."

So I did.  There was a message with the title:

New Form Entry: Contact Form

The message starts:

You've just received a new submission to your Contact Form.


There is a name and an email, which I will not retain after I respond to the contact. (I promised)

And a message:

I have read the 1st two books in the Memphis cycle and enjoyed the story lines. My daughter loves studying about ancient Egypt so will pass along to her.


I looked up with the start of a smile.  How lovely to receive this!  It is funny how these seem to come when they're needed.  I'm going flat out to finish the crocodile story (see upper right of the screen), have little time to do much else, even posting and commenting.  This is like a sip of cool water.  Or perhaps a glass of red wine.

That's why I'm here.  That's what I live for, in part, knowing that someone enjoyed what I offered.

James Taylor says it beautifully. The fortune and fame will probably never find me, but still:

     Fortune and fame's such a curious game.
     Perfect strangers can call you by name.
     Pay good money to hear fire and rain
        again and again and again.
     Some are like summer coming back every year,
     got your baby got your blanket got your bucket of beer.
     I break into a grin from ear to ear
     and suddenly it's perfectly clear.
     That's why I'm here.



Monday, June 15, 2015

A Silent Soliloquy - Cover Reveal!

I am delighted to participate in the Cover Reveal blog hop for L. G. Keltner's new novella blog (address below).  L.G. Keltner is a regular contributor on her blog, and her observations and point of view are always enjoyable.

She is now preparing to release A Silent Soliloquy, a Sci Fi/Dystopian work that has me intrigued:

TIPPIE was created to be a weapon. By all appearances, she's an ordinary girl of 18, and she uses that to her advantage in her work for The Facility. What no one sees is that there's another girl buried deep inside. She can't speak or control the movements of the body she inhabits. As TIPPIE's silent passenger, she can only observe. She uses the details she learns from TIPPIE's work to reconstruct the stories of other people's lives. It helps her feel a little more connected to the world she can only watch.
When TIPPIE's work leads her to David, a young man with a haunted past and information that The Facility wants, TIPPIE uses her skills to earn his trust. The silent girl beneath the surface knows that TIPPIE is only going to hurt him, but she can't help but feel for him. Those feelings only grow, but she knows all too well that TIPPIE's work will soon come to an end.
A Silent Soliloquy is a 29,000 word novella.  If you enjoy Science Fiction/Dystopian work, this one is definitely for you.  And if you are not sure, it's a wonderful way to try the genre.

Personal information:

L.G. Keltner
L.G. Keltner spends most of her time trying to write while also cleaning up after her crazy but wonderful kids and hanging out with her husband.  Her favorite genre of all time is science fiction, and she’s been trying to write novels since the age of six.  Needless to say, those earliest attempts weren’t all that good. 
 
Her non-writing hobbies include astronomy and playing Trivial Pursuit.
You can typically find L.G. lurking around her blog, on Twitter, or on her Facebook page.

Interested?  Of course you are!

Pre-Order Links:
Amazon US
Amazon UK

Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Time's A-Wasting (IWSG June 3, 2015)


This is my monthly post for IWSG = Insecure Writers' Support Group (click for the link).  Alex J Cavanaugh (may his tribe increase) started it and it has, for me, provided wisdom, understanding, laughter, and a lot of thought.  Sign up!  Read!

I used to like a song, quite a few years back, when I was convinced that life was dire and laughter was an accident.  I think it was sung by Connie Stevens.  At any rate, it had a line in it that stayed with me:

(Tick-Tock) If time is so fleeting
(Tick-Tock) Why wait?
(Tick-Tock) Too soon we may find it's
(Tick-Tock) Too late.

I was still in my teens, was going to be around forever, and like the poet said, I  'Shined in my angel infancy'.  I was invincible (well, if my Dad was on my side) I was wise (if I didn't look too closely at what I did and said) and fabulously talented (like a whole lot of other people).

Time passed, as it will, years passed, and on my last birthday, mulling over things that had happened and would, I hope, happen, it occurred to me that, based on my genetics and my family history, I had perhaps twenty-five (that's 25) years left to me.

Hm.  That's not a lot of time to someone who has left their thirties behind.  And I could mention a lot of things that I would love to do, but speaking as a writer, I have to say that my first thought was:  Omigosh!  I have to finish...  And I ticked off, on my fingers, my actual works underway.

That last book of the trilogy I'm working on, with #2 due out soon.  The...let me see...four books that I know of in my Egyptian series.  The notes I've assembled for the paranormal mystery set in Philadelphia.  The children's fable (which, actually, will be coming out in about a month and a half... must get cracking).

And I can dawdle like anyone.  Worse than anyone, in fact.  When would these get written?  And how could I not write them?  I had no time!

No time...

Or do I?