Friday, February 21, 2014

Locally Grown Words Book Fair

Back in December, my critique partner, Amy Christine Parker, and I got to participate in the Locally Grown Words Book Fair. It was held in an absolutely adorable little place called the East End Market that features locally grown food.

And here's the best part, next month a bookstore is going to open up in the East End Market, expanding the idea to local authors. It's called Bookmark It, and Kim, the lovely and gracious owner will have my books in stock. If you're in the Winter Park area, check it out.

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Polk Authors and Illustrators Festival

Earlier this month, I got to participate in the Polk Authors and Illustrators Festival. Small Child joined me.

It was a blast, because it was also a Halloween fest. The zombie makeup table was right beside me. Plus, there was a dog show, so I got to see all of the adorable little dogs in costumes running around.

Of course, the event carried with it the inevitable learning lesson. I set up my table and was smiling at the passersby. My husband took Small Child off in his stroller to find some food. They hadn't been gone five minutes when my first customer approached and wanted to buy a copy of Spirit World. She had a $20. I had change. In my wallet. In the stroller.

Head desk.

Ah well. It was still an enjoyable experience, and next time, I will make sure to have my change in the same box as my books so this does not happen again.

What about you? Do any of you have learning experiences from events that you'd like to share?

Monday, October 14, 2013

Gated Launch Party

Last month, I had the honor of attending Amy Christine Parker's launch for her debut book, Gated. If you haven't read it, you will definitely want to check it out. It's about a teenage girl named Lyla, who is raised in a cult and finds herself questioning their teachings. It's a thriller. It's contemporary. It's a romance. It's got it all. But anyway, onto the party.

First, Amy read a section from the first chapter. 

Then, she answered some questions and discussed the cults she researched in order to write the book. It's fascinating stuff, delving into the minds of people who lead and join cults. After the questions, she signed copies of her books and took photos with everyone.

Just look at that cake. Yum!

Amy is critique partner, but I'm definitely a fan of hers too, and I can't wait for the next book.

If you want to read more of Amy's writing, check out our short story blog, Fiction Femme Fatale.

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Tracy Tam - An Artist's Rendition

As many of you know, WriteOnCon was last week. Among the attendees was a very generous author/artist who offered to sketch everyone's characters. I'm not sure she knew what she was in for, but she has been diligently working on her drawings for over a week now. Here is her rendition of Tracy Tam. I love the devious smile.

Make sure you check out some more of Larua's work here:

In the Clouds
Deviant Art
NA Graphic Novel: "Geode Corner: Love is Conplicated"

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

And the winner of the Gated/Legasea/Spirit World giveaway is ...

Millie Burns!

Congratulations, Millie! An email has been sent your way. Please respond by Monday, August 19th, or we will chose a new winner.

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Happy Book Birthday to Amy Christine Parker

Amy's book, Gated, has been released into the wild today. And to celebrate, I am hosting a giveaway for my books as well as hers in a huge contest. Check out the prizes below, and make sure you enter on the right hand side of the page. 

One winner receives all of the following - autographed paperback of Legasea and bookmark, ecopy of Spirit World, Spirit World bookmark and sticker, The Caged Graves bookmark, autographed bookmarks by J. A. Souders for Renegade and Revelations, autographed copy of Gated, Gated shirt, bookmarks, and owl bracelet.


Thursday, August 1, 2013

Cut Scene from Spirit World

Spirit World is Riesa's story, but in earlier drafts, her best friend Connor took a front seat in many of the scenes. As I brought the story forward, Connor slipped into the background more and more. Here is a scene that I still believe happened in her story, but it got pulled out so I could focus on other things. It's the story of her first kiss.


Connor rolled on the living room floor laughing, empty soda cans at his side. I sat cross-legged next to him doubled over in hysterics. Our homework lay on the coffee table, set aside for more important things, like fun. “I’d totally forgotten about that,” he said.

That’s because you weren’t the one waiting outside the school for two hours in the middle of the night, in the freezing cold with a backpack full of clothes and a teddy bear in your arms.”
His body shook with more laughter. “You came and got me though, and after wandering around town for an hour, we got too cold and had to go to the fire station and ask for a ride home.”

“And we told them to bring us here,” I said, my words tumbling on top of his, “because we figured we’d get in less trouble than at your house.”

“I remember now.” His laughter faded and turned into a kind of quiet happiness. “It was the first night I ever stayed here.”

“Was it?” I asked.

“Yeah, it was late so your mom called my parents and told them she’d bring me home in the morning.”

I smiled, reliving the feeling that night had given me. He had been willing to run away with me, knowing we wouldn’t actually go anywhere, and he would have to bear the wrath of his parents the next morning. Not everyone has a friend like that.

“There’s one thing I’d never forget about that night though,” he added thoughtfully.

What do you … ooh.”

The memories clicked together and I knew exactly what he was talking about. Long after my mom had gone to sleep, Connor and I sat in the living room talking about nothing in particular. We were twelve and both fairly innocent, so I was surprised when he asked me, “Have you ever kissed anyone?”

“No,” I answered. “Have you?”

“No.” A moment of silence. “Do you want to try it? You know, for practice?”

“Okay. What do I do?”

“Just close your eyes.”

I did, and for about two or three seconds, I felt his lips pressing warm and soft against mine.

Then he pulled back and curled up on the couch under his blankets. I went upstairs, and we never talked about it again.

At the time, it hadn’t seemed like such a big deal. But the memory of it now, coupled with the sweet look in his eyes, sent confusion rippling through my mind.

I looked down at the floor, and he changed the subject. “I can’t believe we actually thought we could run away.”

I picked at an odd-colored section of carpet, wishing I could have that innocence back, just for a moment. “We thought we could do a lot of things.”
If you'd like to win a copy of Spirit World, along with some other great prizes, check out the Rafflecopter on the side.