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“Fear� – it’s only a four lettered word but boy what an impact it can have on your life.

There are so many people in this world that have great stories to tell, and maybe you’re one of them. So don’t let fear hold you back. Instead, put it under the spotlight and do something about it.

Here are three of the most common fears that writers have and what you can do to overcome them.

1. “I Can’t Write�
For most of us, grammar and spelling classes are a distant memory. So when you sit down and write your first paragraphs, you suddenly start to be super self-conscious about stringing together coherent sentences. And when it doesn’t flow the first time, it’s so easy to give up. The secret of course, is to practice, practice and then practice some more. And buy a really good dictionary.

2. “I’m Not Good Enough�
We all have our own inner critic sitting on our shoulder whispering snarky comments in our ear like, “Who do you think you are?� and “Why would anyone listen to you?� It can be very debilitating, especially if deep down a part of you secretly agrees. The way to overcome this is to think like a CSI Detective and gather “evidence.� Next time your inner critic speaks, get your pen and paper and write down three reasons to prove it’s wrong.

3. “What If No-One Buys It?�
So you’ve overcome the first two obstacles and you’ve finished your manuscript. The fear now becomes whether an agent or a publisher will want to publish it, or whether any customers will buy it once it’s on the shelf. The good news is that this one is easy to overcome. You have to be your book’s number one fan. If you can’t say why it’s amazing, fabulastic and the secret solution to world peace, then how can you expect anyone else to get excited about it?

And on that note, if you really want to kick your fears into touch, then “Gulp!� gives you a 7 day roadmap to show you how, plus tons of practical techniques, action plans and inspiring stories of people who’ve overcome their fear and turned their dream into a reality.

If you’d like an inspiration boost right now, then watch my “Gulp!� book trailer. It might just be the nudge you need.

By
Thomas M. MacKay
http://members.cox.net/thomas.mackay

Writing fantasy fiction, you would expect it would always be easy to think of a way to get your characters where you want them to go, but sometimes you just get stuck. You’ve introduced your (insert fantasy race here) hero to the reader, and now you want to get him/her/it into trouble so you can have fun writing a way out of it. Or even worse, you’ve gotten your character into so much trouble you can’t figure out how he could possibly get out of it. When this happens to you - and it inevitably will, if you keep writing - here are some tried and true plot devices to get things moving.

The MacGuffin

The term “MacGuffin” was made popular by Alfred Hitchcock to refer to some object that all the characters in the story value as being supremely important. This is typically an object whose importance is far beyond the value of the object itself. The microfilm in a spy story or the loot in a thriller; the key to the MacGuffin is that it doesn’t matter to the plot what the object is - in the spy story it could just as easily be secret papers, a disk, a DNA sample, or Hitler’s pen - the plot revolves around everyone wanting it, not what it is.

This is a common device in fantasy stories, typically appearing as the object of a quest which your hero must acquire to save the kingdom. Once your protagonist knows what it is and what it’s for, the plot is off and running.

I believe you’ve mistaken me for someone else…

Mistaken identity is a great way to get your character involved in situations that do not progress naturally from your protagonist’s own actions. Whether this is the evil twin, the long lost brother, the bad guy using magic to look like the protagonist, or just someone wearing the same clothes - there are a wealth of opportunities to get your character in trouble.

Another common variation on the mistaken identity device is when the protagonist herself is mistaken about her own identity. She believes that she is a simple woodcutter’s daughter, when really she is the hidden heir to the kingdom, or the prophesied heroine that will fight the dark. This is the unknowing heir variation of mistaken identity, and typically the bad guys know the truth before the protagonist herself does, which provides the initial momentum for the story.

The “get out of jail free card”

This is one to be careful with; used too much it becomes deus ex machina and robs the story of any real sense of drama. But used sparingly it can be surprisingly effective at lending a sense of mystery to the story - always a good thing in fantasy stories. There are essentially two variations of this plot device: the Rube Goldberg machine, and the prescient patron.

Rube Goldberg was a cartoonist who is famous for drawing cartoons of extremely complex and indirect machines that perform very simple tasks. The idea is to have your character do something the consequences of which are apparently insignificant, but which cascade into other consequences in a continuous chain until it comes back around at just the right time to help the character out. We’re talking mechanical, not spiritual - this is not Karma coming back to help out, but a side effect of a seemingly rational chain of events.

The protagonist knocks over a pitcher of milk that attracts a cat who is chased out by the barmaid who accidentally trips the delivery boy with the broom who stumbles against the innkeeper who drops the cask of brandy he’s manhandling right on the toe of a guardsman who jumps up with a curse and disrupts the spell of the evil wizard, allowing the protagonist to get away. This is a crude example, but when around that same number of connections is stretched across a longer work it can be an effective and humorous way to get the protagonist out of one dire situation.

Use it more than once and it quickly becomes tired, but it can be an easy device to retrofit back into a story once you’ve written your protagonist into a corner you can’t get him out of.

The prescient patron variation is much simpler; a minor character your protagonist encounters gives her a seemingly low value gift - typically as a reward for a good deed. It’s not until your protagonist finds herself in a nearly inescapable situation that she realizes that the gift is exactly what she needs for this one situation. The implication is nearly always that the giver had some foreknowledge. Again, this is a device you can typically only use once in a story without it losing its effectiveness, but the thought that there are really no coincidences is a staple in fantasy literature so don’t be shy about using the “get out of jail free” device.

The Tasks of Hercules

Literally a classic, the Tasks of Hercules are a set of quests, each building on the last, which the protagonist must complete in order to attain a single ultimate objective. The tasks are usually imposed by a single authority figure, as opposed to arising naturally from the development of the plot - this device is a plot driver, not a plot consequence.

Often the Tasks of Hercules are intended to prove the quester’s worth, though typically the authority figure assigning the quests will have a hidden agenda opposing the success of the protagonist. Your protagonist must be already skilled and knowledgeable in some arena for this plot device to work; after all, nobody would bother to assign a series of quests to the pot boy.

The nice thing about the Tasks of Hercules is that they can be used in even short works since you can jump into the story at the beginning, middle, or end of the series of tasks, depending on what you want to write – and the classic nature of this plot device requires little explanation or set up.

Out of left field

More commonly known as deus ex machina, or “god from a machine�, this plot device relies on something the author introduces suddenly without any plot setup in order to resolve a thorny plot situation – like the fairy godmother appearing just when Cinderella needs to get to the ball. Use of this plot device is generally frowned upon, as it can be jarring and will tend to disrupt the reader’s willing suspension of disbelief.

There are a couple of ways to get away with using an “out of left field� plot device.

At the very beginning of a story this can be effective to get the ball rolling, as long as you later do something to tie the divine assistance back into the plot – to explain why it happened. You can also combine this plot device with the mistaken identity device; the super-powered assistance or act of god was intended for someone else, and your protagonist just received it by mistake. The rest of the story is your protagonist trying frantically to keep up because the real hero missed the message and is off somewhere sipping margaritas and chatting up dryads.

You can actually reuse this plot device in this type of story, deriving humor out of the increasing puzzlement of the powerful messenger with long suffering questions like “Are you sure you’re a hero?� adding spice. Even with this setup, though, it’s easy to overuse this device. There just isn’t that much dramatic tension when the protagonist doesn’t have to work for his victory, and the joke will eventually get old.

The Joker’s Death Machine

Everybody is familiar with the Joker, of Batman fame. The Joker was constantly capturing poor Batman, tying him up, and unleashing some diabolical and slow acting death machine, and then going away – the better to savor the elimination of Batman over chianti and fava beans. Of course, Batman always had time to figure out a way to escape. When your protagonist is surrounded by overwhelming odds, and you don’t know what to do, let them be captured. The construct some reason why they can’t just be hacked to bits, but must be subjected to some longer, more elaborate demise.

For example, staked out alone in the holy grove beneath the light of the second moon, there to be eaten by the gnarly grue. This provides ample opportunity for the hero to figure out an escape. Then you can get back to your plot, and begin building up the suspense once again.

Snatch Defeat from the Jaws of Victory

Oops. So you got your hero to the finish line too fast. Now what do you do for the next 30 pages? No matter how sure success seems for your protagonist, the story isn’t over until the last word is written. The magic staff can be stolen, or turn out to be a fake. The princess can be kidnapped moments before the wedding. The villain can escape from the guards – they’re only henchmen, after all. How good could they be?

There are a variety of misfortunes that can befall your poor hero even after he has success within his grasp, any of which can set him dearly back – and next time, it won’t be so easy. This plot device is a great tool in the toolkit for when you’ve made your hero too good. Kick him in the shins a few times, steal his wallet, spray paint graffiti on his shield, and he won’t look so shiny.

Readers prefer a hero with a few dings, anyway. Repeated setbacks can be frustrating for the reader, so like all plot devices moderation is the watch word, but we all sympathize with the guy who loses when he thought he was winning – and we’ll cheer the more for him when he makes a come back.

Along for the Ride

Everyone is the hero of their own story. Tolkien understood this perfectly well. The hero of the Lord of the Rings is, perhaps, the least assuming person on the cast. Gentle, well mannered, anything but a fighter – quiet dignity and iron determination perhaps best characterize Frodo.

It would have been easy to cast Gandalf or Strider as the main protagonist of the trilogy, but the character that is best beloved - that captures the imagination - is Frodo. Poor Frodo, who wanted nothing more than a prosaic life in the Shire, is dragged along by Gandalf, events, and an unwanted legacy into an adventure from which he emerges changed beyond all fit with his past, but with the respect of the most powerful and wise in the land.

This plot device is based on linking your protagonist to another character or characters whose nature or position naturally leads them into an adventure, with your protagonist dragged along almost unwillingly. This allows your protagonist to be just an ordinary guy who emerges a hero through sticking to his basic principles through extraordinary circumstances. It’s much easier for readers to identify with this type of protagonist than one who is preternaturally wise, powerful, or strong – since few of us experience those qualities in our daily lives.

The Djinn’s Bargain

Sometimes your protagonist needs to accomplish an objective that is so large in scale or scope that there is no way for the character to do it by herself. You need to be able to get her some powerful help, but without detracting from the character’s own struggles. This is when you’ll use the device of the Djinn’s Bargain.

In this device, the djinn is any powerful person or being who has the power to help your protagonist, but who will do it from their own motivations and goals – and who inevitably will exact a price for the assistance. This could be a political ally or enemy, a demon, a dark wizard – generally the “djinn� in this device is someone whose natural inclinations are opposed to those of your protagonist. Then your heroine gets to deal with the consequences of her bargain, which allows you to preserve the scope of your outer conflict and add a tangible inner conflict as well. Lovely!

Wake Up Patrick Duffy! (it was all a dream)

…then she wakes up, and the whole thing was a dream. Dreams have a long and checkered history in fantasy literature – and other forms of entertainment as well. On of the most infamous uses of this device was on the TV show “Dallas�, where during the 1985 season Bobby Ewing (played by Patrick Duffy – see how this all ties together?) dies. At the start of the next season you see Bobby in the shower, and the entire previous year’s season was “just a dream�.

The uproar from the fan base was significant, but it was the only way to get Duffy back on the show, since much of the season was about the repercussions of his character’s death. That’s a bit much, though the dream device is certainly used to famous effect in Carroll’s “Alice in Wonderland�, the entirety of which is supposed to be a young girl’s dream.

You probably don’t want to go this far with your use of the dream plot device, but dreams can be useful as transmitters of information, or as transformative tools for your character; for example, one recent book uses a series of dreams to educate a young mage in her craft. Warnings and portents, wisdom and eldritch connections – all are fair game for the dream plot device. Dreams also open up the opportunity to explain something about your protagonist’s past without resorting to either exposition or flashbacks. The former can make the story drag, and the latter can be jarring as it yanks you out of the story.

Additionally, conversations with dream beings can be far more candid than conversations your character would have with other characters, and dreams offer the opportunity to use that bit of imagery you’ve been trying to find a place for.

This list is by no means comprehensive, but these ten provide a substantial tool kit to start with, with an infinite number of variations and combinations possible. So when you’re stuck, grab a plot device, wedge one end into your story, and yank. That will get things moving!

Thomas M. MacKay is an author in the Return of the Sword anthology. For more information click here.

by Robert Rhodes
http://rrhodes-writer.blogspot.com/

1. Read. Read quality speculative and non-speculative fiction to know what has and hasn’t been done, to learn from others’ craftsmanship, and to be inspired.

2. Pay attention and take notes. Ideas may strike at any time. Have quick access to a notepad and pencil, and use them before the real world intrudes. (A draft message in an email account may also work.)

3. Master the basics. Understand the rules of composition. When necessary, consult a dictionary or manual such as The Elements of Style (Strunk & White), but only dust off a thesaurus as a last resort. Remember that spell-checking software can’t, for egg sample, bee trusted.

4. Create a complete, vivid story. Almost all good stories, speculative or not, integrate these elements: (1) a compelling character (2) in a fascinating setting (3) overcoming vast difficulties (4) by his or her own efforts and (5) achieving a worthwhile goal. (This guideline is a paraphrased summary of the excellent article “What Is A Short Story?� by Marion Zimmer Bradley, found on the website of her literary works trust: http://mzbworks.home.att.net/ .)

5. Reach for the stars. Write one of the very best stories you’ve ever read. Even if the final work falls just short, it will still be outstanding (unless you just read junk).

6. Beware of infatuation. After initially completing a story, celebrate—then step away and go work on another story or in the real world. Once you stop wanting to admire your immortal prose, you may have the emotional distance needed to revise it mercilessly.

7. Be open to criticism. Identify a handful of skilled and honest proofreaders, and carefully consider their comments. At the same time, develop the craftsmanship, instinct, and confidence to be the best and final judge of your work.

8. Be—or pretend to be—a professional. Carefully identify viable markets for your story. (A good starting point is ralan.com.) Follow submission guidelines to the letter. Understand standard manuscript format or the alternative requested. Proofread any cover letter, and keep it brief. Resist the temptations to brag to or flatter the editor or make the physical manuscript “stand out� (e.g., by using colored envelopes/paper/ink/font). The story will speak for itself; everything else should be black and white and clean to the point of starkness. Never reply to a rejection notice unless it was extremely gracious or helpful, in which case you may send a brief thank-you note.

9. Reward yourself. If your purpose is simply to write for yourself or your friends, fair enough. If your purpose is to be read widely, remember that money should always flow to authors in exchange for their difficult work. Accordingly, submit your work only to markets that pay real money. (Markets that only offer “exposure� don’t even offer that, as most readers use their time to read authors who are good enough to be paid, and no one is trolling those markets to discover new talent.) Avoid vanity presses and self-proclaimed agents who want money up front. Read contracts carefully, and don’t hesitate to ask questions.

10. Never, never, never quit. The first story you write will probably not be the first story you publish. Keep reading, writing, and submitting. If you have a good story that’s “just not right� for one market, submit to another within three days. Publishers, editors, and agents don’t want to keep genius undiscovered; they want to sell as many books as possible and usually have a fair sense of what will sell. For better or worse, reading tastes are what they are, and the marketplace has never been more competitive. But if you write an incredible story, it will almost certainly sell. If it doesn’t, give the industry—not yourself—the benefit of the doubt, and keep reading, writing, and submitting until your art is too powerful to be ignored. Writing well is ridiculously difficult and demands talent and persistence. Between the two, persistence is arguably more important—and the trait everyone can have. Now go write.

Robert Rhodes is a book reviewer and author whose fiction has been accepted by markets including Black Gate and Flashing Swords Press. He is also a co-author of “The Sword in the Mirror: A Century of Sword & Sorcery�, forthcoming in The Greenwood Encyclopedia of Contemporary Popular American Literature. He can be contacted at rrhodes.writer@gmail.com or on facebook.com.

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*Special guest book review by Nick Oliva.*

Beatle George Harrison wrote “Something” for her and it remains one of the most covered Beatle songs ever. Eric Clapton, the guitar hero of the world for over three decades wrote the Derek and the Dominoes 1974 Album “Layla and Other Assorted Love Songs,” that fast and furious super-hot rock and roll epic about his love for this model and former wife of George Harrison and eventually Eric’s-Pattie Boyd. She’s the only woman to have two superstars write songs to her, and in her prime, her intoxicating beauty was that of a sexual siren driving men’s souls to the rocks in pure passion.

Her new book “Wonderful Today” is a biography that seems to want to tell all, and indeed sheds light on this wonderful woman who came from an abused childhood to make it as one of the world’s top models. Ms. Boyd begins in a chronological fashion with pictures of family and tales of Kenya with snakes, tigers, and scary natives. Quite the childhood, but then when her parents separate she is forced back to England with an abusive and cruel step-father.

The voice of the book is sweet and innocent, but the sixties flower children go through an innocence of their own and as the drugs they use to free their minds and give them empowerment for hope eventually drive them to pure misery as well. She became the wife of Mr. Harrison at the end of a fairy-tale courtship, but due to the heavy hand of the Beatle’s Manager Brian Epstein, was denied a proper wedding, as the public was not to know George was “no longer available” in the heady days of Beatlemania.

She and George lived a simple life, in a relatively small house with George off to the studio each day and Pattie embracing the role of wife, lover, cook, and home keeper. It was all she wanted and needed. George on the other hand became intensely involved in meditation, ironically because of Pattie’s suggestion, to fill a need for a childhood he never completely experienced, and they all went off to the Yogi Master Maharishi Mahesh in India.

For those who haven’t read past books on the Beatles, her book is full of references such as their Los Angeles house on “Blue Jay Way” and Prudence Farrow, Mia’s sister, was the “Dear Prudence” who would not leave her house in India with the Maharishi. Sergeant Pilcher was the British police officer who busted John Lennon, George, and many other rock and rollers of the day for drugs including Mick Jagger. “Jennifer Juniper” was a Donovan song for Pattie’s sister Jennifer who was also Mick Fleetwood’s main squeeze off and on and there are many other tidbits of rock trivia that have their place in history connected to Pattie’s life with George.

George eventually became emotionally unattached to her as he began binging on drugs and then meditation trying to find his way through a lost childhood. Eric Clapton then appears writing her passionate letters and begging her to leave George for a life with him.

At first, she thinks this is all very nice and flattering, but then Eric goes on a heroin binge because of her refusal to give in and be with him much like a spiteful boy. Eventually George’s lack of attention and Eric’s determined persistence, get the best of Pattie and she leaves George to follow Eric on tour. Years go by and the addiction to drugs, alcohol, and heroin take their toll on “Slowhand” and he shows no attempt to stay faithful to any one woman.

As much as Pattie wants to understand and deal with the issues of his dalliances and drunkenness, she indeed compromises her own principles in doing so, the relationship grinds to an inevitable crash as Eric “keeps on keepin’ on,” in full persona of what a rock star “is all about-After Midnite”-sex, drugs, and rock and roll. Pattie was and is only looking for love with someone who can make her laugh, and treat her as an equal.

This book is not a kiss and tell epic, and one would love to hear some of the intense times of emotion and vase throwings I’m sure, but one can sense the immense pain she had in finally putting this to words for all to read without destroying her relationships especially with Clapton.

Her only mistake was believing in young men that couldn’t tie their shoes on their own, and needed to grow up and take their marriage seriously. But now at last she is on her own, enjoying her life without expectations and has accepted her responsibility in enabling these “boys” and being a part of the problem. She still maintains great beauty within and without and is and will always be the mythical lady immortalized much like Helen of Troy in that Pattie launched a million flickers of light for encores at concerts everywhere in the world.

“Layla, you still got me on my knees…”

The Truth, (I’m a girl, I’m smart and I know everything) has so many topics imbedded into it for mothers and daughters and anyone who has walked the path of growing up as a girl that I hardly know which to pick. But since I must pick-let me pick purity of heart.

Purity of heart is in my opinion as a woman, a positive psychologist and having been a girl, a special vision that we often have in childhood. It is not just seeing with our eyes. It is a sixth sense combined with tender feelings and acute awareness of our surroundings. For example, when Laura Ingalls describes to us the way she ran through the prairie grass and looked up into the sky to follow hawks and looked at the stars at night while her father played the fiddle, her words evoke a purity of heart sensation in even adults.

She was able as a writer to create the whole atmosphere of her life on the prairie so that we feel something new and fresh and yet eternal as we read The Little House on the Prairie. In The Truth (I’m a girl, I’m smart and I know everything) I have tried to capture the same sense of purity of heart.

When the ‘girl’ is upset when her cousin swears it isn’t because she is making a moral judgment. It is because the swear words just feel bad as they hit her across the room. And when she dances with her mother up in the bedroom to rock and roll music, the relief of connecting with her mom and the pleasure of moving, laughing and hugging together is all there is. This is the moment and it is pure.

Purity of heart is a clean feeling and when we have purity of heart moments we can feel cleansed and delighted at the same time. Or if they are upsetting moments, as when the ‘girl’s’ cousin swore at least she knew he was not right and there was some relief just in the expression of her emotions.

I wanted to incorporate purity of heart into The Truth as we at all ages need to remember the intense pure feelings of childhood, both for ourselves and for the next generation. We need to remember them for ourselves so we can go there once again and experience the sweetness and passion that goes with really being alive, not just sleepwalking as sometimes we do as grown-ups.

And for the next generation’s sake we need to remember because we need to connect with our children and grandchildren and we need to reassure them and help validate for them that their emotions are not only pure but often more in tune with what is right that we are. Aging is not necessarily becoming emotionally more astute. Aging can sometimes just be aging.

The Truth (I’m a girl, I’m smart and I know everything) has many themes and one of them is most certainly don’t sleepwalk. Stay alive as you age and let the kids you know refresh you as well as the kid you were. After all, she is still inside of you! I promise and that’s the truth!

Hello everyone! Today I have a very special guest, author LK Silva who is here talking about her writing space, how she writes, and getting her books written.

I hope you’ll join me in welcoming her to The Book Stacks.

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So you saw my library. Nice, huh?

So, what do I do in there?

I pull out my fountain pens and ink, college rule paper and clipboard, and get to work. I have always written my novels longhand first for a number of reasons. First off, I love the kinesthetic feel and the intimacy that fountain pens lend themselves to. There’s something more personal to me about writing than typing. The second reason is that I can do it anywhere, and since I travel so much, anywhere is important to me.

I have never been a diva when it comes to writing. I can write anywhere, any time. I think this is important if you plan on actually finishing anything. There are ALWAYS a million other things that need our attention, and that’s such an easy trap to fall into. I have a friend who could be a great writer, but she’s so balled up about having the house clean, making sure everything is in order, that she never finishes a thing.

So I write longhand with my beautiful fountain pens…and I write in the morning while I have my tea, and in the evening, after I have finished with all of my teaching and grading papers. I usually get a couple hours of writing in each day…I’m lucky that way…at last, I feel very fortunate.

After I finish the rough draft by hand (which I usually start at some exotic location like…well let’s see…I wrote Tory’s Tuesday in 2 week on the beautiful Greek island of Santorini. I wrote the first Across Time in Puerto Vallarta. I wrote one the paranormal novels in Thailand, and the last two Storm novels in the rainforest of Costa Rica), then it’s library time. On my desk sits two laptops…a regular 15.4 inch that is connected to my Jumbotron 24 inch monitor. Since I do so much online teaching and writing, I decided to be good to my eyes and get a monitor that spoke to me. I’m pretty sure it lights up the entire neighborhood. Maybe that’s why all those giant moths have crashed and burned into my window.

Ya think?

Along with that, I have my mini…a cute little 3 pound 12 inch monitor that I recently purchased so I can travel and not lose functionality. If you’re looking for a handy little no name brand that packs a punch, try Everex. It even comes with an extra battery all for about 500.00. The life of the battery is almost 5 hours, so with the two, you can really stay wired.

So, my rewrite process begins when I transcribe the first draft onto the computer. This is when I start to add detail, paint a better picture, and focus on exactly how I want the scene to read. I go back and check for continuity….are her eyes blue or green? That sort of thing. With a series character, you have to focus in all the time and really know your characters. After that, I let it sit for a week or two before going back in for further revising. After the second revision, I send it to www.lulu.com, where I have the manuscript bound for my pre-readers. This is an awesome way to give them a book to read so they aren’t carting around a 10 pound ream of paper. They have really come to appreciate these little pre-reading books.

After they read, I go through and make another set of changes. Then I spell check again, and send it out. Once my editor, Katherine Forrest gets her hands on it, she sends it back with suggestions on how to tighten the writing and make the characters more realistic. Katherine is so good at what she does, I fix 99.9% of the things she questions and wind up with a much stronger piece.

So…that’s my process…

When the book arrives from the publisher, I usually open it alone. There’s something mystical and magical about opening a box of books that are going to have my name on them. I have my own little ceremony (which I can’t share here), and it’s the same for every novel. Across Time means as much to me as Taken By Storm…maybe even more because I had to start from scratch.

But I started…and I’m here to tell you….there’s nothing better than holding your own book in your hand after months and months of babying her. It’s wonderful!

Today we have a guest post from the lovely Amanda Ford, who is currently on virtual tour for her book Kiss Me, I’m Single. Today Amanda talks about her love of books…

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Since this is a site devoted to the love of books, I thought I’d share a story with you about how I came to love books. The story starts with my mother on a date with a man, her first date with this man. He took her to a bookstore in Seattle’s edgy Capitol Hill neighborhood. My mother has forgotten the name of that store now. She has not forgotten, however, that as she reached for a book on the shelf, he placed his hand on hers, sending a flood of energy through her muscles and marrow. That was the first time my mother experienced the transformative power of a simple touch. The man bought that book for my mother that afternoon, and six months later he moved into our house and stayed for nearly a decade.

They say that diamonds are a girl’s best friend. I guess it depends on the girl. For it is not that stone that makes me swoon. No, if you want to build a home in my heart, if you want to cross the threshold to my unyielding affections, you need only make one modest offering: Buy me a book.

I attribute the fact that I my knees buckle when presented with a paperback to the arrival of that man. His name was Ashoka, and I was four years old when he unlocked my mother’s heart and keyed his way into our home. By her late thirties my mom was both a widow and divorcee.

Her first husband died unexpectedly of a heart attack when they were both twenty-nine. Just out of college and frugal when they married, they gave up the pomp and circumstance of diamonds and opted for matching gold bands that they exchanged along with their vows. A few years after her first husband’s death my mother met her second husband-my father-and although she was truly still a grieving widow, he managed to woo her with a gleaming engagement ring.

Soon after their wedding day, I was born, and even sooner after my birth, my parents divorced. Faced with the prospect of raising a daughter alone, my mom decided to pawn her fancy ring, needing money much more than bling. But it turns out my father’s diamond was actually plastic, a humiliating fact she learned after the jeweler peered down at her ring for four seconds and then looked up, loop still attached to his eye, and blunted her with, “It’s fake.”

That’s probably why she fell for Ashoka. Having learned that marriage vows cannot protect one from catastrophe and that diamonds aren’t always what they seem, my mother needed something she could trust. That something was the exact thing that Ashoka offered; that something was knowledge. Ashoka brought books into our house by the bag load.

Through those pages he introduced my mother to writers, philosophers and dreamers, to activities, skills and techniques that taught her that she was not merely a pawn to Fate’s wild will, but rather an active player, an architect, a conductor with the power to direct her own life as she chose. Ashoka took me to the library to obtain my first library card, an outing that remains one of my most vivid, exhilarating childhood memories. By introducing us to the books he loved, by encouraging us to ignite our own reading romances, Ashoka woke our minds and softened our hearts.

Nine years after moving in, Ashoka was diagnosed with Non-Hodgkins lymphoma and died one year later. His last gift to my mother was a hardback book about papier-mâché filled with vivid color photographs. That was fifteen years ago and to this day my mother still opens that book, using it as inspiration for the craft that has become her passion in the years since Ashoka’s death. Today my mother specializes in papier-mâché bracelets and bowls that sell in art galleries and boutiques around Seattle. She learned the art form from that book, and every time she finishes a new creation we marvel at how his spirit always imprints itself upon each piece.

For me, as I approach thirty, I often long for Ashoka’s advice on how to navigate the stormy waters of adult life. Luckily he was not the type to give a diamond ring and call it good. He was the type to buy books and pile them in stacks upon stacks. At my mother’s house we have room dedicated to his collection. Whenever I need guidance, I pull one from the shelves and let Ashoka speak to me through the words he cherished while alive.

I cannot say whether a diamond ring will ever hug my finger. I can say, however, that any man who arrives barring books will remain with me until I gasp my final breath.

Amanda Ford is the author of Kiss Me, I’m Single. You can visit her at her website by clicking here.

Today author Dyan Garris is here to talk about her book and manifesting in your life.

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You’ve read The Secret. You think positive thoughts. You apply the laws of attraction. You visualize. You even clear pathways to abundance. And you manifest NOTHING. You long for someone to tell you the real secrets about money and manifesting so you can get out of debt and get out of the psychotherapy, which you have begun in order to discover why you cannot manifest anything.

As a clairvoyant counselor, I talk to a lot of people every day; and one of the main things that repeatedly came up recently was, “I’m applying everything I learned in The Secret, so why can’t I manifest?� There is more than one reason; but mainly it is because it is not enough to think positively, apply the laws of attraction, and/or even have faith that what you’re putting your thoughts on is going to come to you eventually.

You must learn how energy functions and you must learn how to implement and integrate this learning into your life. It is also not enough to simply think about clearing limiting beliefs unless you know (1) where these beliefs came from (2) where and why they are stuck (3) what to do after you manage to clear them.

I wrote Money and Manifesting to help people take the basics of what they learned in The Secret many steps further. People should have the real secrets to what stands in their way of manifesting, how to unblock the energy flow of money, or anything, and how to actually transform energy to get what they desire.

And this is not just a book filled with helpful information. Parts of the book are fictionalized, so there is an interesting story here as well. It is a story that everyone can identify with. When we can identify with something or someone, we then have a platform for change. When we have a platform for change, we can use it to make the leap into transformation and subsequently shift our entire paradigm.

There is another benefit to reading this book. The way it is written takes the reader on a journey of left brain/right brain integration. You move back and forth inside the pages, from a story which is processed with one part of your brain, to information which is processed with another part of your brain. When you get done and you close the book, you will feel the shift. Automatically.

Dyan Garris is the author of Voice of the Angels Spiritual Cards, The Book of Daily Channeled Messages, Talk To Your Food! Intuitive Cooking, and Fish Tale of Woe – Lost at Sea. In 2005 she created a series of music and meditation CDs for healing, Automatic Chakra Balance,™ and vibrational attunement of mind, body, and spirit.

Today we have a special guest book review from author Nick Oliva. Join me in welcoming him to The Book Stacks and enjoy the review!

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Review by Nick Oliva
The Sun Singer is a book of calculated splintered realities. The line between the real and the metaphysical is blurred through the eyes of a coming-of-age teenager whose psychic ability mirrors that of his precious grandfather. His grandfather holds the secrets of a world that co-exists with and within us here on earth.

The plot of the book is revealed shortly after he is informed of a family trip to Glacier National Park for reasons that have been unclear to his parents, but because of the grandfather’s “gifts” no one questions this apparent pilgrimage and they faithfully bring the teenage boy to meet his destiny.

Mr. Campbell’s prose is burgeoning with all manner of intricate facts providing a most accurate description to the background through which the characters are exposed. It is obvious the author is an outdoorsman and his ornithological knowledge is deep and concise with each description of any winged creature that he brings to the forefront.

Each character that our unintentional hero meets places another piece of the mystery into play ever so much as to beg to want to ask even more questions. We breathe along with the main character, we feel his confusion and innocent bravery as he takes on a medieval persona, fighting soldiers and conjuring supernatural power from a magical wooden staff that has been given to him, another legacy of his grandfather. The maze of tunnels seem to be a metaphor for the possibilities or alternate paths that one can choose, having to take the responsibilities for choosing such paths.

If Faulkner wrote science fiction I would envision it would read much like this novel. I could easily envision a screenplay that would surpass “The Golden Compass” in scope and imagination. The only criticism that I can offer is that the language of this teenage boy seems a bit seasoned and older than his years, but I’ve been critiqued for the same reasons myself in my first novel.

I found myself running to “Google” latin words and phrases and noticed a few new words being added to the English language such as clairaudiently that means the hearing of things metaphysically through different realities. Mr. Campbell also employed the use of split columns that expressed the separate lines of Sonny’s or Osprey’s or Robert’s (the same boy depending on what universe and who he was with) thinking at the same time, again the constant alluding to parallel posturing within the writing itself. Are you intrigued yet?

The road to and from the magical universe that Osprey’s (I like that name it was my college’s mascot) is loaded with surprises and revelation. There are a cast of characters that have distinct and immediate personality and the rapid movement of the plot requires one’s concentration to keep it all in order.

This is not fluffy pulp fiction. The subject matter is fantasy but it’s presentation is far from it. It is a very structured intelligent novel, each word placed exactly where the author intends and this author intends to stretch the rules, so stay strapped in and bring along your bookmarker-it is not a book to be read quickly.

By Marvin L. Zimmerman
Author of The Ovum Factor

Every novel starts with an inspired writer - a person who draws from a fountainhead of emotions and feelings they have accumulated from reading the fictional works of others.

As a young boy, I was especially fascinated by tales of great adventure that took place in far off lands and overlapped with tales of tragic love - the best kind of all since it is short-lived and never withers. Books such as Knight Without Armor and Lost Horizon by James Hilton, captivated me from the moment I opened them and became immersed in their tales of people struggling against almost insurmountable obstacles.

At the time I could not realize it. But reading these masterpieces was setting the stage for my own novels some forty years later.

In The Ovum Factor, I have tried to create a story that pulsates with the same restless energy that drives its protagonist through one seemingly impossible trial after the next. The plot overlays a tale of adventure and survival with the emotional angst of an unlikely hero who becomes separated from the woman he loves just when she needs him most. His struggle to survive and find what he desperately seeks is made infinitely more complex by the fact that the person he loves depends so much on him.

From the moment the hero, David Rose, awakes in his Manhattan apartment asking himself: What am I doing with my life? until the time he finds himself alone and critically injured in the deepest Amazon jungle, there will be a steady escalation of tension. And if this were not enough, the stakes are the highest possible - maybe even the very survival of mankind in the face of ecological degradation and climate change.

The reader who gives my first novel a chance will I hope be rewarded a story that will transport them from the centers of high-finance in New York to the California Institute of Technology in beautiful Pasadena - from China to the crime-infested slums of Rio de Janeiro, and finally into the hidden depths of the Amazon jungle. In between, there will be more twists and turns than the Da Vinci Code.

By the end of his journey, David will have completed both an actual and a metaphysical journey toward his true destiny - something that should prove emotionally satisfying for the reader.

To view The Ovum Factor video trailer, please go to www.youtube.com/TheOvumFactor

To learn more about the book and the author, please go to www.theovumfactor.com

by Gary Maccagnone

There is a soccer trainer in Michigan by the name of Jordan Mitkov. As in the story, by chance, our paths crossed when my son Garrett went out for a team Jordan trained.

There was a moment early in the relationship when Mitkov explained to Garrett and I what type of individual and what type of temperament was needed to play the midfield position. He elaborated that a midfielder had to be a good person, a person who would sacrifice for the team, an individual with strong enough character to be willing to give up the ball and the glory for the sake of the team. For around ten years, that conversation burned in my mind while I wrestled with how to build a story around it.

Meanwhile, during that period of time, my son Garrett, who was considered to be an extraordinary player, had to deal with injustices based simply on the fact he was playing on a team coached by Mitkov and assisted by me. For instance, once after a game at an indoor complex, my son Garrett was approached by the Director of the boys program with the Olympic Development Program. Two other boys, who witnessed the discussion, now play for the University of Michigan varsity soccer team. The Olympic Development Program is sponsored by the national and state soccer organizations as a means to identify superior soccer talent.

In this particular case, I watched from the other side of the field as the Director put his arm around my son while talking to him as they walked. When the boys came over to my side, one of the boys, named Santos, told me the director was really hot for Garrett to play on the ODP team. “Coach,� Santos said to me. “He said if there was ever a player meant to be on ODP it was Garrett.�

Two weeks later, when I arrived at the ODP tryout, I noticed a blank stare on the Director’s face when I walked up to sign Garrett up for the team. His Adams apple plunged like a fishing lure underwater when he recognized me as Garrett’s father. Two hours later, when the names were called off from the first cut list, my son’s name was read aloud. My son, who was the leading scorer in the league, and considered to be one of the best players in the State, was cut from the ODP team on the very first cut.
It was from moments like that, and many others I could write another complete novel about, that the story of “St. John of the Midfield,� was incubated.

The book chronicles the hypocrisy, the hyper-sensitivity and the antipathy, of the soccer establishment toward an aging coach whose approach to the game is totally misunderstood. Unfortunately, in life, and in the story, those who are innocent get caught up in the destructive force such hatred brings about.

“St. John of the Midfield,� is a story that clearly defines for the reader the nature of good and evil. Though the soccer theme is only one thread of the entire story, the treatment of Jordan Mitkov and my son was the catalyst for the creation of the story.

Hello everyone! We have a special guest on The Book Stacks today. Camille Marchetta, author of The River, By Moonlight (which will be reviewed on this site) has joined us to talk about her writing experiences.

I hope you’ll join me in welcoming her.

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This is my first guest post, ever, and honestly I’m not quite sure how to go about it, especially since the parameters Jaime gave me were pretty broad. But there’s nothing like a new adventure, so I’m going to plunge in, do my best, tell you how I came to be a television writer, a producer, a novelist, and what I learned along the way. And when you get to the end of the piece, I really hope you’ll post a comment because I’d like to know how you think I’ve done.

For as long as I can remember, I wanted to write. Before I could even read (according to my mother), I would sit at my little doll’s table, home to my father’s old Underwood typewriter, and pound away, pretending to write a story. So why did it take me until my mid-thirties to become a produced and published writer? Lots of reasons, but chief among them was lack of confidence.

When I was eight, I began a novel, but abandoned it after a few chapters. I wrote articles for the high school newspaper, stories for the college magazine. I entered contests and won prizes. I took a writing course at the New School in New York City and came away with a story I submitted to one or two magazines, but the rejection letters, even the nice ones, discouraged me. I ignored invitations to send another story because I didn’t have another to send.

Of course I should have sat down to write one, but I didn’t. I thought I just wasn’t good enough to get published. Instead of writing, I began reading biographies of writers, hoping to discover the secret of success. Hemingway wrote standing up, I learned. Faulkner wrote drunk. Edith Wharton wrote in the morning. Thomas Wolfe wrote endlessly and left it to his editor to whip his work into shape. There didn’t seem to be just one way to become the writer I dreamed of being.

The obvious lesson was that nothing mattered but writing, just sitting down, and doing it. But somehow I didn’t get it. Not then.

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Hello everyone! I have a special guest here on The Book Stacks today. Deborah Woehr has been kind enough to stop by and speak her mind. Please welcome her to the site and check in at Fiction Scribe where I will be interviewing her.

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I was still a few years from finishing Prosperity when I realized something very important: marketing. How was I going to let my prospective readers know about my book? This question sent me on another quest for book marketing. I bought a handful of books on the subject, but still had only the foggiest clue as to how I was going to reach people.

Then I discovered blogging in 2004 and instantly fell in love with this technology. I didn’t have to rely on email, and I no longer had to tread carefully on forums. Blogs are the perfect platform for writers not only to buzz about their upcoming books, but to build relationships with their readers. I set up my account with Blogger, posted a few articles, and waited for the comments to come. When they didn’t I became frustrated.

This sent me on another Internet search, this time for blogging. I felt like I had hit a bonanza. There were other, better software programs than Blogger. I ditched my Blogger account, paid for a domain name (deborahwoehr.com/blog/) that would make it easy for people to find me, and signed up with an account with Blog Explosion. The last move turned out to be my best because I began receiving comments on a regular basis from repeat visitors, who eventually became friends.

While blogging is still a popular networking tool, social sites such as MySpace and Ning are booming. Podcast and video technology is growing. This year, I watched several book trailer companies launch. Many writers produced their own book trailers and posted them on YouTube.com. I don’t know how many sales came from their book trailers, but the exposure they got for their books was huge.

Thanks to the Internet, the playing field for writers of all skill levels has opened wide. Today, you can build a huge following of loyal readers on a global scale that was nearly impossible twenty years ago, unless you had a sizable marketing budget. So many doors have opened up for writers, both in the publishing world and in freelance. As the technology continues to evolve, I see the Internet opening more doors for writers.

About the Author

Deborah Woehr is a writer, designer, and problogger who lives in San Jose, California with her husband and two children. She earned her A.S. in Computer Graphics in 1993 and began writing in 1997, publishing one short story and several articles. Currently, she is a freelance writer for Syntagma Media. In 2006, she edited and published the 2006 Writer’s Blog Anthology, a collection of essays and poems written by bloggers. Her novel, Prosperity, will be available on Amazon in February. For more information about her books, please visit her website at DeborahWoehr.com

by Aram Schefrin

In Chapter 23 of Marwan: The Autobiography of a 9/11 Terrorist, as the hijackers meet in a Las Vegas hotel room to discuss which planes they are going to take, there is an unexpected knock at the door. Everyone’s afraid they’ve been discovered. But it turns out to be a man from Domino’s with two thin-crust pizzas Marwan has ordered up.

This completely fictional incident is a key to understanding my approach to Marwan.

For one thing, it illustrates that people do not stop living their normal lives while they, for instance, plot mass murder. We tend to think of these men as monomaniacs. But even monomaniacs have to eat.

But, more importantly, it illustrates another point.

Although some of them were highly educated in Saudi Arabia, most of the Saudi muscle brought in to handle the rough details of the hijacks had never been in the West before. Like bin Laden himself, all they knew of America was what they had seen on TV or what they had been told by others – and the effect of American policy in their own region. So they could not understand, and were indifferent to, what they saw here.

But the pilots were a very different matter. Nawaf al-Hazmi and Khalid al-Midhar lived in San Diego. Hani Hanjour had spent a lot of time in California, Arizona and Florida. Ramzi al-Shibh, Mohammad Atta, Marwan and Ziad Jarrah were living in sophisticated Hamburg, Germany, and Jarrah came from a westernized Lebanese family. Atta, Marwan and Jarrah spent over a year in Florida. All of them had a great deal of exposure to Western ways. They knew very well what they were attacking.

Al-Shibh, because of his religion, his personality and his politics, was immune to the attractions of the West. Atta had consciously rejected them, out of outrage at Western doings in the Middle East. But al-Hazmi and al-Midhar immersed themselves in some Western behavior – particularly involving sex shows, alcohol and prostitutes (much like the Saudi princes on the French Riviera). Jarrah was nearly an American kid: he had been educated in a Christian school, he played basketball, and his romance with a Turkish girl was very un-Islamic. The perception that these men were from an alien culture is, therefore, only partly true.

That was the point which interested me most about these people – and the reason I felt I could approach them from Western eyes and turn them into characters Westerners could understand because of their somewhat Western behavior. And I wanted to make one of the characters almost completely Western – in the way he thinks and the things he does and believes – so that the story rang true to American readers. With the actual histories of these characters, I didn’t think that was farfetched.

I knew that in Germany Marwan had rented fancy red sports convertibles to make the club circuit. And there were other details I knew about him – plus the fact that there were many, many details completely unknown – that made him the perfect nearly blank-slate candidate to illustrate this point of view.

Although he was raised in an Islamic backwater, he was influenced by American TV and very aware of what was happening in Europe and America – and went to Germany because he wanted to play a part in that. I suspected that his personal weaknesses and flaws had led a kid who might have become another Silicon Valley clone to become, instead, a killer – or, as he saw it, a soldier of Islam. He was the perfect character to illustrate the process by which your perfectly sane neighbor boy might find himself doing insane things.

The point of Marwan, and of the book, being: some of these people were not so different from us. To understand what they did – and what others like them may yet do – I think it’s important to look at them as we would at any other sad case and try to learn what it might take to stop the continuing creation of people like them.

And that’s what Marwan is about.

My third or fourth grade teacher asked us to write a paper entitled “What I Want To Be When I Grow Up.� Ever since I can remember, I wanted to tell stories. I wrote, “I want to be a best-selling writer, but since that is almost impossible, I guess I want to be a dress designer or an interior decorator.� Even back then I realized how hard it would be to become an author.

Some dreams die hard and I found myself in my mid-fifties still wondering what happened to the childhood dreams I still nurtured. I had lived an incredible life filled with pain, promise, radiant joy, and tragedy. I had gone from living in a 900 square foot house with five adults and three children sharing one bathroom to an 18,000 square feet with nineteen bathrooms no one had to share back, then finally to a reasonable sized home. There were times in my life when I led an incandescent existence surrounded by everything money could buy, and times when I cursed myself for not having the courage to kill myself.

I found the God of my childhood and that is how I stayed alive and sane. Slowly, He healed me and showed me that no matter how difficult life gets, if we refuse to surrender to the pain, promise blooms in the desert. Dead dreams are resurrected in ways we never dreamed of. I once heard, “One idea from the Lord can change your life.�

My journey to fulfilling my dreams happened on a country road in Colorado. In my mind’s eye, I saw a young lady standing in the field wearing pioneer clothes. From a distance, I felt I knew her. She was young, hopeful, and passionate. She looked forward to life eagerly, but it was clouded with sorrow. I knew I had to write her story.

Pieces of the story flowed into my mind almost as if I were watching a movie. The wagon train journey to the California Gold Rush. The beautiful horses. The young man whose eyes held her madly pounding heart. The thrill and hope of first love. The violence and passion swirled around a story so shocking I began researching wagon trails. And there on the Internet I saw it, the Mountain Meadow Massacre.

I cried when I read the story. I cried when I wrote it. I cried when I saw it filmed. And I cried the first time I saw the words come to life on the big screen. This was a story that needed to be told and retold so that this horror would never happen again.

My next screenplay is a happy family film because “September Dawn� tore at my gut and haunted me for the two years I spent writing the screenplay with director/producer Christopher Cain.

I looked at the thousands of pages of research, discarded scenes, and the character profiles I had written and knew I wanted to write a novel. There was so much more I wanted to say that couldn’t be told in two hours. In order to understand why my characters did what they did, I had invested a lot of time creating a past for them. The naysayers of my movie had no idea that Micah, the younger brother of the hero, was one of my favorite characters. He radiated life, there was a haunting innocence about him. He was a man-child thrust into a role so horrible, the essence of Micah could no longer exist. He represented all the young Mormons who remained haunted by their actions on the dawn of September 11, 1857 for the rest of their lives.

Although the heart of September Dawn is a love story, it is much, much more. It is a morality play, a dire warning against blindly following any leader, and fanaticism of any kind. I hoped that people would see the boy next door, like Micah, could do horrible deeds given the right set of circumstances. I had hoped that by his example, we would all cease to demonize terrorists but see them as only ten degrees of separation from us. I know we are all flawed human beings, every single one of us.

This is not about Mormons being good or bad. There are bad Christians as well as good Muslims. “September Dawn� is a warning. Forgive your enemies for the enemy may very well be you.

*Interview with Carole Whang Schutter