Around The Globe With David H. Minton

opera hosueThis morning I enter the transporter to pick up this week’s featured author. Where are we going and what will be our experience when we get there? Well, here’s what happened, straight from the author:

We are enjoying a rich sea food dinner right on Circular Quay just across from the opera house in Sidney. The weather, as always, is remarkable, warm with a friendly breeze. As we are eating, we happen to notice a couple a few tables away eating together. They appear more simply dressed than most of the patrons and maybe the are drinking a bottle of champagne. Perhaps it is some sort of celebration, we don’t know, but they appear so happy together. Then we notice we have the same waitress, so that is when we decide to do what I call a RAK (Random Act of Kindness). We have learned from previous experience that if you don’t share the same wait person, it is nearly impossible to succeed with a RAK. We conspire with the waitress to pay their bill. She is delighted with the conspiracy, informing us that we couldn’t possibly have picked a more deserving couple. But then, suddenly, she wants to know what to tell them, so she hurries over to our table. We are speaking in low whispers, but I don’t think it matters, the couple have not taken their eyes off each other. I explain, wait until we are gone and then tell them their bill was already paid. And so we linger over coffee while they have their desert and then we settle their bill, and our bill, and then we are gone.

Somewhere in all that, there’s the following interview.

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1. Who are you and what makes you the most fascinating person in your city?

I’ve been called a renaissance man by many of my friends, enemies and co-workers and I believe one of the reasons this makes me different is that I never see obstacles to what I am trying to do, just interesting problems and challenges which I enjoy solving.

2. Without revealing a deep dark secret (unless you want to), what one thing would people be surprised to learn about you?

That I write award winning poetry and mathematical algorithms sophisticated enough to be patented.

3. What interested you to become a writer rather than something else such as rock star?

I did a lot of ‘something elses.’ I’ve played in a band, I’ve taught physics and engineering at the University level, I’ve done a variety of engineering jobs from refueling nuclear reactors to working targeting algorithms for missiles. So in short, I never experienced a “rather than something else.” If something else interested me, I did it. Being a writer interested me because of the attention to detail necessary to succeed.

4. Writers are readers. With which author(s) would you enjoy sharing dinner? Why?

Probably P. T. Deuterman, because of the wide variety of plots he has been able to come up with in his various books. I believe it would be quite interesting to brainstorm plots with him. I’ve read all his books, but I’ve never met him. Another great possibility would be Philip Kerr, for the same reasons.

5. If I were stranded on a deserted island or suffering from a four hour layover at the airport, why would your book(s) be great company?

It would be great for a four hour layover at an airport, because it is a single contained end-to-end adventure, virtually tailor made for situations like getting delayed for donkey hours at an airport. For being stranded on a desert island, I think it might not be so good, it is not dense enough. You would need a bible or koran for something like being stranded on a deserted island.

6. Share your process of writing in regards to: plot and character development, story outline, research (do you Google or visit places/people, or make it up on the spot), writing schedule, editing and number of rewrites.

I generally start my stories with a fairly loose or open outline of what I want the story to include. Then I spend some time filling in the main characters; finally the events that make the story happen. I do not find that doing a detailed framework or outline works very well for me. I need a looser framework and then I fill in he story as I go. One thing this method requires me to do however, is fill in the details of the characters a I write about them, so as to avoid contradicting myself later. Usually I’ve been to the places I write about. I may google a map to help me remember details of place or orientation. I am pretty careful not to use brand names in my stories and rarely use the names of specific places unless they are in the public domain–for example if I know there is a “Pizza Pirate” at a certain location, I will just call it a pizza place. If I name a specific place, it is made up and not real. I do this to avoid stepping on anyone’s toes.

7. “I think I have a good idea for a story, but I don’t know where or how to begin. Your process may not work for me. Any advice?”

When I am at a loss on how to start writing a section or a book or a scene, I have often found it helpful to write about what I want to write about. For example, I have a scene in which my characters are at dinner and are discussing something critical to the plot. I can’t quite get my head around how to write the scene. Usually, I can find a way by beginning with writing about the scene, what is important and why I want to include it.

8. I saw an amusing T-shirt the other day which read, “Every great idea I have gets me in trouble.” What is your philosophy of life?

“Make it happen.”

9. Please tell me you’re not going to stop writing? What’s next for you?

I’m working on the next “Where on Earth?” story, which is set on a new winery near Santa Fe New Mexico. I’m also working on a children’s book about an unlikely friendship between a pelican name “Fast Eddy” and a penguin named “Ibix.” Additionally, I am working on a novel about “Steel Helmet.” which is an “Iron Dome” like missile defense interceptor system being built in the Gulf States by an unlikely band of allied characters, including Israeli, Saudi, Swedish, Qatar and American engineers.

10. Where can people find more information on you and your projects?

On the Fiery Seas publishing web site, http://www.fieryseaspublishing.com.

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Excerpt 1:

Flying along in his Jet Ranger, Dan Richards knew they were just barely in advance of a storm closing in. Returning from his work in Fairbanks, Search and Rescue was the last thing on his mind. Besides, they didn’t have much time. They had to get this chopper on the ground and in a hanger or no one would be flying it, ever. If they didn’t make it to Base, which was the only hanger around, there was a very high likelihood the chopper would be damaged, even destroyed by the storm. Base was about twenty minutes away, so he figured they could just make it to safety. But, Base knew that as well; they wouldn’t have called him if it weren’t serious. In fact, a rescue beacon alarm was an urgent call for help. Someone was in great danger, or worse. That was something with which Dan was familiar. Although not his job, in the wilderness of Alaska, he often found it was his calling. If they thought he could help, maybe he could. He nodded to Ted Matthews, his fair-skinned, buzz-cut, no-nonsense co-pilot.

“Base, Red Wing. Go ahead.”

“Red Wing, Base. I have a constant SOS from a rescue beacon. It may indicate an avalanche victim, given the region and the weather.”

“Roger, possible avalanche victim. Where is it?”

Excerpt 2:

When he got back to the infirmary, he set his cup of coffee on the counter and put the water and chow down in front of the dog. She stood up, sniffed around, and began lapping up some water. Then, she moved to the meatloaf and pretty quickly had devoured the contents of the plate and licked it clean. Checking on the patient, he found her core body temperature up to normal now but she was still unconscious. He carefully lifted her out of the bath, placed her on a clean bed and tucked the blankets firmly around her to keep her body temperature up. Once he was satisfied she’d be fine for a while, he decided to go check on the boss, but first he asked the dog, “Do you want to take a trip outside? The weather is pretty bad, but I can let you out back if you like.” The dog looked attentively at him, but otherwise made no move. For no particular reason he would ever remember, he repeated, “Veux-­‐‑tu aller à l’extérieur?” (Would you like to go outside?) Immediately the dog came over to the door, right next to him. So, he thought, a French-speaking dog. What next? I assume that means the Mademoiselle speaks French as well. With that, he quickly made his way to Dan’s room. Once there, he opened the back door of the lodging and said to the dog,

Ici, rapidement!” Apparently understanding, the dog rapidly ran outside into the howling storm, disappearing in seconds.

Oh, mon Dieu! thought Frenchie, maybe I lost her in the storm. But, before he could even begin to worry that he didn’t know the dog’s name, she was back.

“Ah, merci,” he said as he held the door.

Excerpt 3

Turning to the frozen bundle, Dan asked, “What’s the matter, Larry?”

“Don’t know,” he mumbled, hardly understandable. “She’s hurting, can’t stand. Baby not due for 10 more weeks, last check-up everything fine. I left her with enough firewood for a couple of days, been walking all night.”

“Okay, you stay here and get warm and fed. Frenchie, have Ken break out the snowmobile, get it topped off and add a couple cans of fuel; take Larry to the infirmary and get him to bed. You are going with me. I’ll be ready in two minutes; we’ll take rescue kit C.”

“Roger,” Frenchie said and left the room.


“I’m going with you,” Larry said.


“No,” Dan was quite gentle. “We have to get her back here in this storm. I’ve done this before and so has Frenchie; you rest easy, we’ll make it back. Frenchie is a combat EMT. You’ve been up all night and need to rest up for what is to come. If I take you, I won’t be able to bring Frenchie back—nothing personal, but I’d rather have the medic in this case. We’ll be back in six hours, max. You sit tight.”

“I could walk back here again,” Larry said.

“Don’t be heroic, Larry. Anne will want you here when we get this done. Sit tight, go with Frenchie.” He checked his watch. “We’ll be back around lunchtime.”

Frenchie hurried out of the room, yelling to Ken. Dan rushed into his bedroom-bath area, quickly brushed his teeth, got dressed and picked up a Winchester 30-06 with a box of ammo on his way out the door. Samantha felt forgotten in the hubbub, but he stopped in front of her, gestured to the room, and said, “Mi casa, su casa. I’ll be back as soon as I can; you won’t be stuck here any longer once we can get a chopper out. I’m sorry to leave in such a rush.” And then he was gone and she was alone in the room.

Excerpt 4

As the flight got underway, Samantha, having never experienced a helicopter ride before, saw that the view below her was quite different, in an intimate way, than the view from a passengerplane window. She looked all around below and was amazed by the closeness and the individual features of the view. She now understood why it was sometimes called a ‘God’s eye view.’ Like God, one could stop and hover over one place, examining as long as needed. When she looked down on a scene from the chopper, it looked like what she imagined God might see if he looked down from heaven. The amount of detail she could see was amazing. She began to study the terrain, looking for anything familiar. Her reasoning was that one of the most important things in her life had happened not far from here, so she should at least be able to recognize major landmarks. It wasn’t to be, however, and she was entirely surprised when she heard Dan announce in her ear they had arrived and he would be putting the bird down. They would wait until the police caught up, in about five minutes. By this time, they were sitting on the ground, waiting.

At first Samantha didn’t recognize anything, but then as she scanned the scene, she realized her team was congregated off to the side and they were furiously active, barking and running. Suddenly, Dan leaped out of the cockpit and began running toward her dogs with a powerful-­‐‑looking rifle. When he started firing at the dogs, the noise blasted in her ears, and she was sure it was powerful.

“What’s he doing shooting at my dogs?” she shouted, “I have to stop him.”

Frantically, she undid her seatbelt and moved to the door, trying to figure out how to open it and get out. By the time she had figured this out and had landed in a foot of snow, the police department chopper had arrived. The Police Chief jumped out and began clambering through the snow after Dan, carrying a shotgun—and also shooting at her dogs. She bounded into the path Dan had cut and furiously followed the two men, yelling loudly at them as she went. Etoile ran beside her, undeterred by the fluffy snow that threatened to bury her with each step, even using Dan’s tracks.

coverWhere On Earth? An Alaska Adventure

By David H. Minton

Fiery Seas Publishing

May 30, 2017

Romantic Adventure

Book Description:

Dan Richards, an Iraq war vet, is a surveyor for the mining company, looking to open a new silver mine. Scrambling to establish his helicopter charter business in the wilds of Alaska, while trying to stay connected to his teenage daughter, his world soon turns upside down when he rescues a woman and her dog sledding team after an avalanche.

Samantha Bettencourt, an environmental engineer, is eager to begin her first project with the university. A spokesperson for an environmentalist group intent on preserving the wilderness, she is on the path to saving the wild, but when Dan walks into her life things start to change.

Sparks fly between Dan and Samantha as they find themselves running for their lives—from the good guys as well as the bad guys out to ruin the things they long to protect. Will they be able to escape before it’s too late? Will they get a chance at love or will they lose everything. . . including their lives?

About the Author:

After graduating college, David spent two tours in United States Military Assistance Command Republic of Viet-Nam, before beginning his career as a nuclear engineer, then electronics engineer, tele-communications engineer, and software security engineer. He has previously published three non-fiction books, several poems, and many non-fiction technical and historical articles.

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Spotlight on Laura Bickle

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Laura Bickle

ISBN: 9781537891965

Genre: Contemporary Fantasy

From the author of THE HALLOWED ONES and NINE OF STARS comes a new novel blending the magical and the real…

This is war,” the dragon said. And she believed him.

Di fled rural West Virginia to study music and pursue a bright future as a violinist. But when a mining accident nearly kills her father, she is summoned back home to support her family. Old ghosts and an old flame emerge from the past. When Di gets a job as a bookkeeper at the same mine where her father worked, she is drawn into a conflict pitting neighbor against neighbor as the mine plans an expansion to an untouched mountain.

If the mining company’s operation goes forward, there will be more at stake than livelihoods or the pollution of the land: Di has discovered a dragon lives deep within Sawtooth Mountain, and he is not happy with this encroachment upon his lair. When catastrophe strikes, Di must choose between her family’s best interests and protecting the dragon – the last surviving bit of magic in Di’s shrinking world.

In every fight, sides are chosen. And there can be no yearning for what has been left behind.

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Laura Bickle grew up in rural Ohio, reading entirely too many comic books out loud to her favorite Wonder Woman doll. After graduating with an MA in Sociology-Criminology from Ohio State University and an MLIS in Library Science from the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee, she patrolled the stacks at the public library and worked with data systems in criminal justice. She now dreams up stories about the monsters under the stairs. Her work has been included in the ALA’s Amelia Bloomer Project 2013 reading list and the State Library of Ohio’s Choose to Read Ohio reading list for 2015-2016.

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Spotlight on La Baronne

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La Baronne

Paperback: 178 pages

Publisher: VSP Publishing

Genre: Romance, self-help

Release date: May 27, 2017

ISBN-10: 0998427705

ISBN-13: 978-0998427706

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After two best-sellers in France and Brazil, the seduction expert has now arrived in New York with her Vuitton luggage. She was the most famous seduction expert in France. She is now the most famous seduction expert in the world.

Imagine years spent in her company, during which she challenges the biggest heartbreakers… Years of analyzing, tracking and well-deserved revenge. All motivated by a single promise: to change the lives of all those women calling upon her services. A few women would swear that The Seduction Expert changed their lives.

She is an iron hand in a velvet glove, a woman of honour, dressed in a designer suit. She is the Wonder Woman of modern times who owns Gucci shoes and Burberry coats. She is the kind of woman of action who brings emotional turmoil. Get her card, it’s much better than spending holidays in St Barth!

Excerpt:

For them, love is for the VIPs, the fashionable, connected set to which they will perhaps never be a part?! Yes, they might have bank accounts in Zurich, or look like Barbie dolls, but to no avail. If his heart has not gone into 5th gear, these young ladies will remain on the side of the road to destiny. They all want the same thing; the rare pearl, the top prize and the jackpot. And from the fine lingerie from Aubade to the latest fruity gloss from Dior, all stops are pulled out to successfully integrate the circle. They all want to taste of this oh-so-select concept. You know? The thrill of love-at-first-sight, love with a capital L. This contagious illness for which time is the only cure. They all want to catch it, and many end up by contacting The Seduction Expert for help in doing so.

About the Author:

La Baronne is a consultant, and human relations hold few secrets for her. She knows all the facets, even the smallest, as she has spent time studying the subject.

In her opinion, love and human relations are simply a science integrating a complicated mechanism from which stem a number of principles, laws, equations and rules. Like a game of poker where you test different strategies at certain moments.

Here you are bluffing, there you are betting, then you are laying the cards on the table and finally, you fold.

In short, the factor “luck” does not exist for La Baronne, it has been invented by those that know nothing about it.

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Spotlight: Marilyn B. Wassmann

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Scratching Poets

 Marilyn

Benjamin Wassmann

Genre: Poetry

Publisher: Author House

Date of Publication: November 1, 2016

ISBN: 978-1-5246-0448-6

Number of pages: 149

Word Count: 22,634

Cover Artist: Marilyn Benjamin Wassmann

Book Description:

 Pen Scratching Poets has been described as a delightful book in which the author shares her family’s collection of creative poems.

 The poems compilation and art work are by Marilyn B. Wassmann with contributions by members of the Benjamin family and their descendants, with the technical assistance of Paul A. Wassmann.

The book is divided into two sections. The first section, Pen Scratching consists of the poems by Ethel T. Benjamin and her descendants and the second section is Marilyn’s poems

 

 

 

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 Marilyn Benjamin Wassmann was born in a leap year. She earned four degrees: two in Art History, one in Library Science and one in Studio Art. In 2011, she retired from her work as an art cataloger at the Library of Congress.

Marilyn and her husband, Paul, authored the children’s book, What the Wind Blew In. They live in Hyattsville, Maryland.

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Fat Girl Begone!

Fat Girl Begone Button 300 x 225So, this morning, I’m not surprised when the guest author shows up at my doorstep. Yes, this time she was expected. I’m all ready to whisk her away to destination unknown (her choice) and conduct an interview, but instead, she shows my her guest blog.

“But, I had an interview all ready for you. We’ll sit on the beach or at a bistro or on top of a tall mountain-”

“Please!” she drawls. “I’m am not going up any mountain, least not today.”

“But-”

And, you know what happens next. Yep, I’m nudged aside and she sits at my new laptop and, well, no mountain top for me today.

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Readers, reviewers, family members – let’s just say pretty much everyone – assumes that writers use the people they know as characters in their novels. Friends and acquaintances will spend hours debating which character was them. The discussions can get a bit heated.

Of course, writers use their own lives as fodder for their writing, but that doesn’t mean we use our personal contacts as actual characters in our novels. How in the world would that even work? If you write several books a year, you’d have to move every other year to ensure you have enough material for your writing. Or set up a social circle so that you can constantly meet new people. And how would fantasy and science fiction writers do that? Have they actually met aliens or figured out the secrets of Area 51? (If you have, please share.)

While I remain adamant that I don’t base characters in my novels on actual people (no matter what my mother-in-law thinks!), I have to admit that I take pieces of a person’s personality and use them as the ingredients upon which I concoct a character. I take those little characteristics, add in my own active imagination, and off I go! I throw in exaggeration as well as characteristics from other persons and before you know it, the character who emerges at the end of the writing process doesn’t resemble the initial person – at all. No, really, not at all. Whenever I actually allow a reader to guess who they think a character is based upon, there are wrong. Every. Single. Time.

Although I don’t steal characters for my fictional world from my friends and family, I admit to totally stealing events and happenings. When I arrived back in the Netherlands last year, I was at my heaviest weight ever and – just like Everly in Fat Girl Begone! – I started the diet and fitness plan to end all diet and fitness plans. I joined three different tennis groups, a gym, and a boot camp. Let the stealing commence!

Fat Girl Begone! is a romantic comedy and, in addition to what I hope is witty dialogue between Everly and her male pursuers, I wanted to add in some funny gym scenes. I am not the most coordinated person in the world. In fact, today I formed a faction with another uncoordinated person at boot camp class, and we flat out refused to do a few exercises because we just knew we’d end up on our asses.

Being uncoordinated may be embarrassing but it’s also a gold mine for writing ideas. I take actual occurrences that may or may not have happened to me and embellish the heck out of them. So, instead of Everly tripping on her own feet, she trips because she’s checking out some hunky guy working out in the gym. She also gets slapped in the face by a jump rope because someone surprises her and not because she hasn’t managed to figure out that she needs to jump up to avoid the rope before it trips her.

Writing a novel about getting fit and losing weight while trying to do the same in real life was a great way to turn real life into fiction. If you happen to read Fat Girl Begone! and think the author is a total klutz, you wouldn’t be entirely wrong.

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D.E. Haggerty

Genre: Romantic Comedy,

Contemporary Romance

Published: May 1, 2017

Number of pages: 240

Word Count: 71, 387

Genre: Romantic Comedy, Contemporary Romance

ISBN: 9781370442188

ASIN: B06XTSHJHB

Book Description:

I’m a total mess. My boyfriend dumped me – get this – because I diet too much. Not because I’m fat, mind you. Of course, this spurs me into the diet-fitness-revenge-plan of the century, which leads me to the gym and a scorching hot personal trainer. I even manage to make some cool new friends, including a millionaire if you can believe it.

Things are looking up! Naturally, that’s the moment my ex decides he wants me back, the personal trainer asks me out, and my millionaire male buddy decides to throw his hat in the ring. But that’s not enough drama. No, not for me. Because I’ve also lost my job and decided to start my own business.

Just call me Ms. Drama.

Warning: Bad language, bumpy roads, and embarrassing moments ahead. But there’s also more than a bit of romance and even, if we’re lucky, love. Fingers crossed.

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You should totally jump that, chica.”

It’s Monday, and I’ve just survived another Zumba class. I only hit Tara once. Okay, twice, but who’s counting? I’m still trying to catch my breath and stop my heart from jumping out of my ribcage. None of which stops me from panting after my personal trainer. Before I get a chance to respond to her comment or tear my eyes away from Gabe’s epic ass, the rest of the gang joins Tara and me.

What are you bitches yapping about?” Oh great, Charise didn’t just say that at maximum volume or anything.

Everly taking her personal trainer for a ride.”

Oh my god. Please tell me no one else heard Tara announce that I’m lusting after Gabe. I hear giggles and murmurs of agreement from the other exercisers exiting the group exercise room. Of course, everyone heard. Charise, Tara, Naomi, and Jessie have one volume – embarrassingly loud.

I ignore them and head to the locker rooms with my head down. Of course, I can’t help but sneak another glance at Gabe. He’s doing squats for God’s sake! I defy any woman – or man for that matter – to not look. I keep my eyes glued to those glutes as I walk in the opposite direction. My foot hits something and before I know it I’m going down.

I end up sprawled on the floor of the gym. I look down at my outfit and sigh in relief. Good. No rolls of fat are showing. Thankfully, I had put a long sweatshirt on over the loose tank I was wearing during class. A hand appears in front of my face.

Let me help you up, babe.”

I look up to see yet another example of male perfection. Does this gym have a portal to Mount Olympus for the Greek Gods to come and go as they please? Because damn. This is one fine specimen of manhood in front of me.

Babe?”

His voice startles me out of my perusal of his perfection. I reach out and he grabs my hand to pull me up. Only he doesn’t stop there. He pulls me flush to his body and then leans down to whisper in my ear. “It’s okay, babe. Happens all the time when girls look at me.” And crash. There goes my adulation of the man. I knew there was a reason no one believes in the Greek Gods anymore. Vanity is not attractive.

I pull on my hand until he releases me. “Thanks.”

You okay, sweetheart?” As if I couldn’t be embarrassed enough, now Gabe’s here.

I’m fine. Just wasn’t paying attention to where I was walking.” Out of the corner of my eye, I see the former Greek God puff out his chest as if I had paid him a compliment. I can’t help it. My eyes narrow at him, and I attempt to engage my eye lasers. Just like the two gazillion other times I’ve tried to use those lasers, they malfunction.

Gabe ignores the entire episode. “You here to do your exercise class?”

Nope.” I shake my head. “I just put on some workout clothes and then ducked my head under the faucet to get my face and hair wet.”

My personal trainer laughs and grabs my shoulder to give it a squeeze. Why is he squeezing my shoulder? “You’re funny, sweetheart.” I wasn’t going for funny but whatever.

Someone shouts ‘Gabe’ from the other side of the gym. I look over to see the blond bimbo he was training staring daggers at me. Gabe squeezes my shoulder again. “Sorry, sweetheart, I need to get back to work. I’ll see you Wednesday, right?” I nod, and he winks before walking off.

Looks like I’m not needed here.” I forgot Mr. Vanity was still standing here. I don’t bother responding to his obvious pout. I shake my head and walk to the locker rooms.

authorAbout the Author:

I grew-up reading everything I could get my grubby hands on from my mom’s Harlequin romances to Nancy Drew to Little Women. When I wasn’t flipping pages in a library book, I was penning horrendous poems, writing songs no one should ever sing, or drafting stories which have thankfully been destroyed. College and a stint in the U.S. Army came along, robbing me of free time to write and read, although on the odd occasion I did manage to sneak a book into my rucksack between rolled up socks, MRIs, t-shirts, and cold weather gear.

After surviving the army experience, I went back to school and got my law degree. I jumped ship and joined the hubby in the Netherlands before the graduation ceremony could even begin. A few years into my legal career, I was exhausted, fed up, and just plain done. I quit my job and sat down to write a manuscript, which I promptly hid in the attic after returning to the law. But being a lawyer really wasn’t my thing, so I quit (again!) and went off to Germany to start a B&B.

Turns out being a B&B owner wasn’t my thing either. I polished off that manuscript languishing in the attic before deciding to follow the husband to Istanbul where I decided to give the whole writer-thing a go.

But ten years was too many to stay away from adopted home. I packed up again and moved to The Hague where I’m currently working on my next book. I hope I’ll always be working on my next book.

Fat girl Begone! is my eleventh book.

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Around The Globe With Renee Dyer

It’s been awhile, but I’m back as the world traveler, seeing sites and seeking out authors. In the next month or so, I’ll present a nice variety of authors. First up, takes me to the beach. Soft sand. Tropical punch…and fuzzy socks?

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1. Who are you and what makes you the most fascinating person in your city?

Well, I live in a small town of about 7,000 people and I’m sure I’m not the most fascinating person, but I know many of the moms like to think it’s taboo to talk to me because I write “porn”. Someday, people will understand what romance stories are really about…the journey of love.

2. Without revealing a deep dark secret (unless you want to), what one thing would people be surprised to learn about you?

I’m obsessed with fuzzy socks. Seriously. I must have at least fifty pairs. Ankle socks. Tube socks. Solid colors. Designed. Patriots ones for my favorite football team. I could go on and on. I love them.

3. What interested you to become a writer rather than something else such as rock star?

Well, I can’t sing or play any instruments so the rock star fantasy wasn’t happening. But honestly, I’ve been writing for as long as I can remember. I grew up carrying a journal and jotting whenever I could.

4. Writers are readers. With which author(s) would you enjoy sharing dinner? Why?

I would love to have dinner with Sherrilyn Kenyon, Laurell K. Hamilton, or Nickly Charles. They have some of the most developed and creative stories I have ever read, as well as deeply written love stories. I would probably pee my pants or pass out at the opportunity to meet them, but man, to get a glimpse into their minds…wow, that would be life changing.

5. If I were stranded on a deserted island or suffering from a four hour layover at the airport, why would your book(s) be great company?

A deserted island would be great. No one would see you cry. One thing I’m always told is, you need tissues to read my books. I feel like I’m constantly apologizing for making people cry, but I love angst—reading it and writing it. I love the ups and down, the tension, the shattering and putting back together. If that’s what you love too, then my books are the perfect company for you.

6. Share your process of writing in regards to: plot and character development, story outline, research (do you Google or visit places/people, or make it up on the spot), writing schedule, editing and number of rewrites.

As soon as an idea pops in my head, a notebook gets started. If that idea turns into a full story then I form an outline. I’d love to say my characters follow what I think, but they do their own thing. A lot of my stories are made up, but if I’m writing something that is real to life and I don’t know about it, I either ask people in that field or I turn to the internet. My schedule is all over the place. I have to fit writing in around my swag business and my kids’ crazy schedules. Many times I’m writing, sitting on the couch in my living room, while my family is running around, screaming. It’s pure chaos. I’m fortunate, though, to have a handful of amazing beta readers who get my books every couple chapters. With their help, I get a lot of the rewrites done before the book goes to my editor. The amount of rewrites varies by book. My editor does two to three passes through each book, normally two, but if she suggests a lot of additions, a third run through happens. The only book that has been different is Sevyn. The idea came to me and I let the story sit in my head for eleven months, just swirling around and completely forming. Then I wrote for seven weeks until it was complete. The characters didn’t veer off course too much.

7. “I think I have a good idea for a story, but I don’t know where or how to begin. Your process may not work for me. Any advice?”

Everyone has to find their own process. I know authors who have to have a full outline. Some just plot their characters. Others simply write. My piece of advice is find what you think will work for you and write. If it isn’t working, you’ll find that out and know where to tweak it. Don’t get frustrated. There’s no right answer. There’s no one way to make the process work.

8. I saw an amusing T-shirt the other day which read, “Every great idea I have gets me in trouble.” What is your philosophy of life?

I always tell people life is for living, or be happy, you’re on the right side of the grass. We spend so much time surrounded by negativity I try to show people as often as I can that there’s a lot of good out there.

9. Please tell me you’re not going to stop writing? What’s next for you?

Oh, hell no. The multitude of started notebooks in my back room can’t go to waste. Besides, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if I wasn’t writing. The Healing Hearts Series is a big project for me. I am currently doing some rewrites on books one and two. They are already published, as well as book three, but they were my first books and I feel they could use some cleaning up. Exposed, book four is written, but won’t be published until I get the rewrites done. And Hidden, book five has been started. I also have children’s series started with my two younger sons. One series for 4-7 year-olds and the other for 8-12 year-olds.

10. Where can people find more information on you and your projects?

I post on Facebook the most, but you can find me at any of these places:

Facebook author page

https://www.facebook.com/AuthorReneeDyer

Twitter

https://twitter.com/ReneeDyerAuthor

Instagram

https://www.instagram.com/reneedyer1/

Amazon Author Page:

https://www.amazon.com/author/reneedyer

Pinterest Page:

http://www.pinterest.com/reneedyerauthor/

Google + Page:

https://plus.google.com/u/0/+ReneeDyerRomanceAuthor/posts

Goodreads Page:

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7529668.Renee_Dyer

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Renee Dyer

Genre: Thriller/ Romantic Suspense/

Dark Romance
Publisher: Forever Red Publishing

ISBN: 978-1-941853-39-9

Number of pages: 300

Cover Artist: Lee Ching from Under Cover Designs

Tagline: When life hands you impossible choices, can you become the man you want to be?

Book Description:

Born into rival drug cartels, Kevyn Zozlov and his best friend Esperanza Torres defy the odds, finding laughter in a world full of pain. Ripped away from her at a young age, Kevyn has to learn the difference between family, loyalty, and obedience. Fear keeps him focused each day. Memories fill his dreams at night.

Torn between the death he sees daily and what he believes is right, he struggles to decide the kind of man he wants to be—until a promise he makes to his mother, the person he loves more than anyone, changes everything.

Get out of here and find Esperanza. Promise me.”

Now, Kevyn has to figure out how to make his way to the only friend he ever had—the one person who understands his damaged world. Will she welcome him back with open arms, or turn him away, leaving him more lost than he already is?

With time against him, can he find Esperanza and his happiness, or will he be another casualty of the drug war, buried in an unmarked grave with no one to mourn his loss?

Excerpt:

My fourteenth birthday started with screaming, “I want to see my son. He would never ask for this. Kevyn! Kevyn!”

My father was screaming for me?

The hopeful boy in me that had always prayed he would love me ran out of my room and down the stairs. He was in the cage. I stared at him in confusion. Looking back at me was nothing but hatred. Still. He didn’t need my help. Didn’t want it. He wanted me to see how much I disgusted him.

You fucking bastard!” He screamed. Spit flew from his mouth. As usual, he was high. “How dare you wish this for your birthday?”

Excerpt 2:

There is no way to explain the punch in the gut you feel seeing someone murdered. The sound of the gun shooting. The way their head jerks. That moment before the body realizes that its essence is gone, eyes staring nowhere, devoid of all emotion, before finally crumbling to the ground. Blood dribbles from their lips and pools on the floor. It’s like your soul performs one last dance before wrenching away to find out what lays beyond. One last morbid, horrific waltz, it gripped onto me and imbedded every detail into my young mind.

I would never be the same.

He was really gone.

I never wanted to be responsible for someone’s death, but I was responsible for this. My father was dead because of me. As he laid there, his eyes devoid of life, no longer able to judge me—hate me, I looked up to the sky and silently thought to my mother…justice is yours.

Excerpt 3:

Esperanza’s lips touched my cheek and she whispered, “I always knew you were still out there. My heart would have known if you ceased to exist. People thought I was crazy, but I told them you’d come back. I knew you’d come back for me.”

I could feel her breath on my face and couldn’t stop myself from the stupid action I took. It was quick, and anything but smooth, but I turned my face and brought my lips to hers…only for a brief second. I whispered back, “I’ll always come for you.”

She pulled away and put her fingers to her lips before a smile so big it could split her cheeks broke out. “Never leave again, okay? My heart can’t take it a second time.”

I’ll never go anywhere without you.”

IMG_20170504_124048108About the Author:

From a young Renee Dyer had a love of writing, starting with a doodle pad at age four that morphed into journals. Poetry became short stories and short stories a novel. Although she’s surrounded by males all day having three sons, a husband, and a hyperactive chocolate lab, she still finds time to be herself by escaping into the fantasy of reading and writing romance. That is, until she needs a male’s perspective and garners eye rolling from her husband at all of her questions. Renee is a true New Englander. You can find her screaming profanity at the TV while the Pats play and cuddling under blankets during the cold seasons (which is most of them), reading a good book. She doesn’t believe snow is a reason to shut things down, only to slow down and admire the beauty. Ask her anything. She’s an open book—pun fully intended.

Facebook Author Page

https://www.facebook.com/AuthorReneeDyer

Twitter

https://twitter.com/ReneeDyerAuthor

Amazon Author Page:

https://www.amazon.com/author/reneedyer

Pinterest Page:

http://www.pinterest.com/reneedyerauthor/

Google + Page:

https://plus.google.com/u/0/+ReneeDyerRomanceAuthor/posts

Goodreads Page:

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7529668.Renee_Dyer

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Following Directions

When-all-else-fails-follow-directionsMay I have a few paragraphs to discuss a minor issue? This is about following directions.

Before I joined Gannett, I spent years filling out online applications (paper applications having almost gone by the wayside) and have spent years querying agents and publishers regarding my books.

Each site and organization has directions to follow to fill out their applications or to submit material.

Online applications are relatively easy to follow, although a complaint I would make is that the forms are long and heaven help you if you mess up or your computer balks in the middle or when you hit SUBMIT to forward your application to the HR department. I don’t know how many times some glitch occurred and I had to start from the beginning. Ten, fifteen, or more minutes gone because of a glitch and I had to re-type all of the information.

Many times, there are directions on what material to upload to attach to the application. Resume, references, salary requirements, blood type, birth certificate, driver’s license, school transcripts, grocery receipts, etc. (Okay, some of these might not be needed.) This was a slow process, too, because I remember at one company-which shall remain nameless-I wasn’t sure whether the information had actually uploaded because the system wasn’t designed to be user friendly.

Applying to a college which shall also remain nameless (but I’m very tempted), I couldn’t work their online system. So, I spent an hour trying to find the campus HR office (which was off campus), and walked in to find half the lights out, and one woman manning the desk. I explained my situation but she said I had to apply online. “But I’m right here. I have my resume. Could I fill out an application.” No, it had to be done online. “But I’m right here.”

I walked out thinking she needed to find another job because her position was obsolete.

But, it comes back to following directions (which I balked at because I couldn’t navigate the system.)

With regards to submitting to an agent or publisher, I don’t know how many times I’ve heard to follow their submission requirements explicitly. If they want three chapters, send three chapters. If they want 50 pages, don’t decrease the font size to have the entire book on fifty pages. Most don’t want a manuscript until about the third round.

I have no problem with these directions. I may have a problem with them not replying, even to say no. I realize they’re inundated with hundreds and hundreds of queries, but I think it comes down to basic business courtesy. “Thank you but this is not for us.” That’s all it takes and that’s what I’ve received numerous times.

Anyway, I bring up this topic because I’ve signed up on a couple review sites. Authors look on the site, find a reviewer, contact him/her to request a review. Now, in my section on both sites where authors are able to see what books I’m interested in reading, I suggest that authors please look at my review blog (braytonsbookbuzz.wordpress.com) to see how I review and to read past reviews. This is so they understand the difference between my review blog and others. There is also a sidebar where I list the genres I’m interested in and how to make a request.

It lists my email and states the following: “In your email, please submit name (duh!), website (must have), and any relevant information about your book (including publisher and purchase sites). Please do not send attachments with queries.”

I want something more than, “Hey dude, here’s my book. You want to review it?” Most of the time, however, I receive an email with not much more than this. Also, I don’t know how many times people have attached the book in anticipation of my acceptance or else to save time.

One of the best requests I received started with a deference to my busy schedule. She introduced herself, gave a website, gave me the elevator pitch on her book and formally requested a review. Normally, I wouldn’t have read her book because it was a foreign mystery and I think twice about those. However, because of the way she wrote her request, I accepted it, and mentioned that in the review. The book didn’t rate a black belt, but was still enjoyable.

I don’t like attachments, partially because of the reason other businesses don’t like them: the possibility of the attachment being corrupted. Another reason is I think it shows a bit of courtesy toward the person (as it would the agent/publisher) not to assume. I certainly wouldn’t attach a manuscript to an agent/publisher and basically say, “Here it is!” They’re going to be suspicious and reject it automatically…unless their instructions ask for the manuscript.

I’m not saying I’m as important as those agents and publishers, but if I speak to another blogger, in regard to either review of my book or getting space with a guest blog/interview, I’m always formal and courteous.

I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that.

Do you?

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My Desk

2017050295072915Wanted to show you a small section of where I work.

My desk.

On my side of the floor, there are rows and rows of desks just like mine. Each has a dual monitor Macintosh and is L-shaped. Some of the residents have put up pictures, some have action figures standing guard. Others have small plants and all have bits of personal items.

You know, a typical work desk.

When I started this job, I shared the computer with the guy who came on in the evening. After awhile, he moved to another shift and another computer. Which meant his action figures went with him. I didn’t mind them at the desk. They were interesting to look at.

About a month ago, the artists and assistant artist who had been grouped into teams, moved to be together in the same area. So, I moved from a desk near the inside window where I could peer down into the central atrium, see what’s happening down there, hear how groups of chattering children sounded like seagulls, to an outside window across from the Savory hotel that is being renovated (at a snail’s pace in my opinion), where I can peer down on Locust Avenue, and enjoy the sunlight and the thunderstorms.

However, I am back to sharing a computer with the night shift guy. Now there’s no major problem with this arrangement. He has his stuff (movies quotes on the partition, Vikings trivia and Get Fuzzy calendars, lotion, back scratcher) and I have my stuff (small Santa ornament on the back partition). He has the bottom desk drawer and I have the top. I have my little fan which he probably uses.

The only minor issue that I’ve worked around is he has the computer up on a stand. I tried it the first day but didn’t like looking up so much. Plus, he has the monitors tucked back into the corner of the L. I like them right in front of me, not at an angle. So, each morning, I move the monitors to where I like them, and before I leave, put them back where he likes them. I also switch out the mouse and the mouse pad.

See, when I previously shared a computer, the guy and I used a Windows mouse. I don’t like the Mac mouse. It’s too small and I don’t like the scroll wheel. About a month into the job I started getting dry skin on the areas where my hand touched the mouse pad. A dermatologist finally told me it was a personal problem. Seriously. Because I was using a mouse constantly throughout the day, it brought to life some internal problem that resulted in dry skin. I thought it was something I might have picked up from the other guy who also used the mouse pad. So, IT gave me a separate pad for my use only. I’ve brought those over to the new computer.

However, last week, the Windows mouse died and I was forced to use the Mac mouse for a couple days. IT didn’t have another Windows mouse so I bought my own wireless Windows mouse.

So, I’m set.

This is my desk. This is my workplace.

I know, nothing really special about this week’s blog, just a bit of my thoughts on my workplace.

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Chapters – XII

C12I think it should be explained in the brochure that the local convenience store does not sell proper biscuits like custard creams or ginger nuts.”

I feel sorry for the patron who made this complaint because this person probably missed out on something else delicious. Maybe the store didn’t have the usual items your hometown store did, but one of the beauties of travel is to poke your nose into a local small shop and see what’s there. Many times the items on display might be interesting, locally made, a homemade treat that is made only in that town or country.

The same can said of independent book stores. Yes, it’s quite all right to wander around the aisles looking at the variety of books in your local Barnes and Noble and I’ve done it often. If you’re an online shopper, Amazon probably has what you need.

But it’s the local shop with the narrow aisles and the crammed shelves that might net you something unexpected. For instance, my book. That’s right There are a couple of stores within an hour’s driving from my town where you will find my book. I had to contract with the stores for them to allow my book on their shelves but that’s the nice thing about indie stores. Sometimes they’ll let local authors sell books. They may even have a ‘local authors’ section that you find at B&N, and who knows what treasures you may find from people in your hometown.

Just a short blog today to encourage you to visit small, out of the way shops, poke around, chat up the owner. You might learn and discover something wonderful.

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Integrity

Richard-Norton-with-quote-296x300Another set of student essays. This time, on Integrity:

Stella –

I think integrity is practicing you hardest and doing the moves the correct way. It is about not fighting with or being mean to my brother even if mommy and daddy are not watching.

It is also about doing what the teacher says, like standing quietly in line when the teacher is helping someone else.

Helping others when you say you are going to help is also a way to show integrity.

I think mostly, it is trying your best, working hard, having fun to get better and learn more about karate.

Noelle –

What is integrity? Well, the definition of integrity is basically honesty and knowing what’s the right thing to do. Integrity is when you are honest to someone. Integrity is a good attribute to look for in a friend.

You can use integrity wherever you go – school, outside, at home, or even in the small, unimportant place. Integrity is a key characteristic that you should look for in people. If you see honesty shining out of someone’s personality, you know that they have great integrity quality.

At school, integrity is seen all over. If someone forgot to do their assignment and is afraid to tell the teacher when she asks if the assignment was completed by everyone, integrity is being honest and admitting to it.

If, at a friend’s house, I am called to come home because I didn’t clean my room like I was supposed to, integrity is doing the right thing honestly by telling your friend that you need to leave and why and not making an excuse.

Integrity is being honest and always doing what your heart tells you to do. It’s telling the truth even if you don’t feel like it instead of lying. Integrity is showing people that you are trustworthy. There are many examples of integrity all around in your life. You just need to look for them.

Elijah –

The definition of integrity is: being honest or having strong moral principles. Integrity is a good thing to look for in a friend.

If I want to go to a friend’s house, but I have to clean my room, I don’t lie, I clean my room. In the same way, if you ant good grades, you do your homework. You don’t just lie and say, “No, I don’t have any homework.” You do you homework.

If my instructors ask me if we practiced our form, but we didn’t we don’t say we did, we tell the truth and say we didn’t.

Integrity is shown all around you. If you don’t tell the truth, the consequences are greater than they would have been if you would have told the truth.

Madison –

I love doing the right thing. At school, I pick up paper towels off the ground. AT home, I play with my sister and use kind words. At swim practice I share the lane and let others in front of me unless they’re scared.

Amber –

The meaning of integrity is being honest and having fairness to others and share with your friends and also show people your courage and strength no matter what you’re going through. Be honest if someone asks you something, do tell the truth. Always return things if you find them. Don’t keep it. Show strength and courage no matter what situation you’re going through.

Saleena –

Integrity is about sharing with others and being fair to your friends and taking turns and honor the things you do at home or with your family and teachers. Integrity is about being honest about things, being trustworthy to other people.

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