Open Night Mic tomorrow!

Posted: December 3, 2014 in Uncategorized

Tomorrow at the Joliet Public Library on black road, will be hosting their open mic night! I, as well as, others from the WriteOn Writers group, will be reading their pieces also.

I have chosen two pieces of mine, The Halls of Winterfield and My Inner War, a poem I wrote about what I had endured after my parents died.

Please come out, support us, and just have fun. Buy yourself a hot cup of tea or coffee, or even a sweet treat. Then sit down, relax and listen to some of the greatest writers you’ll ever hear.

It starts at 6:30p.m., so hope to see you all there.

My Inner War

Posted: November 16, 2014 in Uncategorized

Have you ever felt

like you’re losing your mind,

that people around you were distant,

unkind.

Or maybe you thought

you’d never be sane,

that life as you knew it,

would not be the

same.

Leaving the house

was a terrible fright,

wrought with emotions

that didn’t feel

right.

Or dreaming bad things,

of bodies broken,

put in bags, words not

spoken.

Nothing was right,

the day you had died,

I lost my ambition,

all I did was

cry.

Medicines helped,

I could live without fear,

live without worry,

live without

tears.

It’s a struggle that’s true,

a big battle within,

never seeming to end,

never seeming to

win.

So excuse me I beg,

If I seem not quite well,

I’ve lost my dear parents,

does it show?

Can you tell?

 

“In loving memory of my parents, David and Irene Eddy.”

I wrote this poem because I don’t believe anyone really knew what a terrible battle I had going on. Even to myself I wasn’t sure what was happening. I only knew that I was scared.

It started when my mother died. I was so grief stricken throughout her ordeal, up until the day she died, that I had gone down to a mere 99 pounds. Was I scared of the weight loss? Yes. I was sick, mentally and physically, that I was off balance, most likely due to the weight loss.

I also was scared to go anywhere far, mostly on vacations. I didn’t know why, couldn’t explain the reason for it, but I pushed it aside and made myself go, but under loads of stress. This was more evident when I decided to go on a canoe trip without my husband and children. I wanted to go, but then my mother wouldn’t be there. You see, it was the annual Eddy Canoe Trip at Balwin, Michigan.

I made myself go, still under much stress. I went with my sister, Patti and my two nieces. I was still filled with loads of anxiety, but I didn’t know that’s what it was. To make a long story short, the next day, I had a flown blown out panic attack, though at the time I had no idea as to what was happening to me, I was just panicking trying to figure out how to calm down, but was failing. It got so bad that I started to hyperventilate, and again, I didn’t know that’s what was happening, until a nurse friend of my sisters, gave me a paper bag and told me to breath into it. That helped the breathing problems.

On the way home, I know my sister was mad at me, I couldn’t function properly,was tired as all get out, but couldn’t sleep. I don’t think she knew what was going on with me, and I couldn’t tell her because I didn’t know myself. I was still jittery and watched a Disney movie to calm down and ate some chicken bouillon.

When my father was diagnosed with the same cancer that my mother had died of five years earlier, I didn’t think I could cope. He was my security blanket, as it were, all during moms death, now here he was dealing with this monster that took my mom.

I had gone back to school in September and told my father about it, which he was pleased as punch, but he’d never would see me get my degree, for he died the next month. I continued to go, but with much hesitation, because I was doing it for him and now he too was gone.

I began to notice that I had to write my address down whenever I got to the parking lot, and I couldn’t understand why. It wasn’t until I was in Abnormal Psychology class, during a movie of a person with multiple personality disorder, did it finally come out. I panicked. I had to get home, and fast.

From that day on, I was scared to death to go even down to the end of my street. I had Agoraphobia, and it stayed with me for a few years. During that time I was put on anti-depressants, which only made me feel worse, and anxiety meds, which helped big time.

It’s been twenty years now, haven’t taken any meds. I do, however, still get bothered by anxiety, but under big stresses. The doctor said my anxiety disorder will never go away, but I can control it, which I have.

I just had to write this, and if any of my family members read it, they’ll finally know what I was dealing with.

 

Human Servant

Posted: October 21, 2014 in Uncategorized, Words for thought...

I wanted my novel series to be something different than the usual vampire books that are out today. After reading a zillion of them, they all seemed to follow the same theme…girl meets vampire, falls in love, problem starts up between them, happy ending.  I got bored. I tried to read Anne Rice’s Queen of the Damned, but I couldn’t get past the first page.  I find her writing to that of Jane Erye, something that has to be read slowly. Although, I do possess a hard copy of The Interview with a Vampire, to which she signed, I haven’t read that one either, though I have seen the movie…it was ok. Didn’t like the ending.

Anyway, my book does have the male vampire/female human attraction, but its more on the lines that he is profoundly attracted to her, in that, her energy is what giving him the impulses of attraction. She, on the other hand, finds him annoyingly odd, maybe somewhat attracted but doesn’t know why, but mostly…he’s a pain in the ass.

Both my main characters are strong willed, both knocking heads, as it were, yet…the connection between intensifies with each meeting.

No, my vampire doesn’t shimmer in the sunlight, mine is pure vampire, scary at times, other times, wickedly seductive, and he usually gets what he wants, even if she is telling him to go take a hike…which hiking does come into play in my story.

I’ve done research, loads, and decided to use the human servant route in my story. It’s intriguing, brings mystery, as well as, symbolism into it, which I love immensely, whether it be in writing or in paintings, especially Renaissance as in Van Ike. His painting  Portrait of Giovanni Arnolfini and his Wife is chalk full of symbolism, but I could go on and on about Renaissance paintings, love art history.

Here is what I researched into human servants:

There are those humans who have taken to lives with vampires. These humans become the daytime eyes, ears, hands and voices of the master vampire that they serve. To become a human servant four marks must be given to a human by a master vampire. Master vampires are the only ones who have this ability and they can only have one human bound to them at a time. As a result of becoming a human servant, humans gain more power, strength and have a longer life. Human servants are harder to hurt and they heal easier than they previously did. Becoming a servant allows the human to be immune to the voice, mind and glance of the vampire that marked them.
How the marks are given and the result from each mark is explained below. Marking a human is usually a voluntary process but they can be given completely against the human’s will. Until a master vampire gives a human all four marks, any other master vampire may mark the same human.

Interested yet? If so, buy my book Birthright and The Legacy and tell me what you think.


Typically, from what I know of writer’s, is that they have a special place to write. It is somewhere quiet, sometimes secluded and the world around them can be blowing up, but you are so tuned into what your story is becoming, you don’t even notice. Not me.

I don’t have time to sit at home and write. Yes, I do have a room, but as of late, I have become over burdened with Art & Craft shows. My husband is a skilled scroll saw craftsman, and makes wooden bowls, and I sell my novels. So, we had a show last weekend, this past weekend, we have one this weekend and the following next two weekends. I also have to illustrate a children’s book and finish writing my third and final book. All this, and my husband fell down the stairs and has internal bruising, and now fluid in his lungs.

So, to try to get my book written, I take my Nook, which I downloaded a writing software. So, I take it to work, and when the classroom, I am a Special Ed. Paraprofessional, start reading for their 40 book reading goal, I type. At lunch time, I type. Anytime I have a free moment to type, that’s what I do. So, I’m already on chapter 4, and I have to say, it’s coming along nicely! Who’d of thought huh?

I’ve tried writing it the traditional way, in front of my computer, music on and door shut, but it has failed me 4 times already. I was ready to quit altogether and not write it, but so many of my fans who loved the first two books, are looking forward to the third, so I can’t let them down.

So, for all you newbie writer’s, write where you can, because I’ve found that the best place for me to write, for now is…at work.

Happy writing!

Third Book of Kane

Posted: October 19, 2014 in Uncategorized

I am constantly writing my third and final book, Kane. It’s been a very slow, and painful process, but I’d rather it be so, then to have a zillion mistakes in it.

What makes me post today is that from all the art & craft shows I’ve done so far, I’ve been telling people, those who buy my Birthright Series, that Kane is due out the end of this year, hopefully sooner, but I have another great idea.  If you have read books 1 and 2, and are waiting for book 3 to be done, give me your email addresses, and I’ll send out personalized emails stating where you can purchase when it does come out. I’ll also keep you informed of other books that I have written and where to purchase them.

So, those of you who are a fan of my Trilogy, give me your addresses!


While at Burgoo Fest, a very nice lady said she was going to start following me and read my books. I thought, “How awesome is that?” So, I told her of my Anthology book of 13 short horror stories, Tortured Minds and that they weren’t all that gory, or scary, in fact, some were funny, but with a surprise ending you weren’t expecting. All of the stories lead you to think one way, but by the time the end comes, you don’t know what hit you.

Anyway, to make a long story short, Angelic Knight Press is selling their publishing company to someone else and so, Tortured Minds will not be available, unless I self publish it myself or someone else. So, I’m trying to figure out, who I should go with or if I should just do it myself.

It’s a great book, great stories, and I’m not just saying that because I wrote them either. So, if I have fans, who read my posts here on my author blog, to please give me your opinion on the matter. Would love to hear from you.

Burgoo Fest at Utica 2014

Posted: October 13, 2014 in Uncategorized

This is an awesome event, and also my second time participating in it as well.  The first time I had registered to be a vendor was last year. My husband was selling his wooden scroll saw bowls and I my books and photography. I wasn’t sure if I’d sell anything…I usually go into these things optimistically, because I have found when I think I’ll do well, I don’t.

Anyway, my novel, Birthright takes place in Utica and my first book signing was at Duffy’s Tavern, so I was hoping I’d sell some books. Well, let me tell you, even before we were finished setting up, I had people wanting to buy my book!

Now, this event was to go on until 5pm, I sold out at 2pm! I had brought 35 books, and I had 2 books that had the old cover design on them, which I wasn’t planning on selling, but had to, because people were still coming to buy! It was uncanny, blew my mind away! I was so excited. I even had a lady walk past our tent shouting that she had read the book and said it was great!

This time out I had brought a boat load of books, still thinking I might sell some, but not all, and I was right. I did sell another 35 books, but this time, I had the sequel and fans who bought the first book came looking for me and bought the second, raving how good the first one was and asking if the there will be a third one.

There is a third one, Kane, and I have to tell you, it has proven to be quite difficult! You’d think writing the first one harder than the last, but it was actually my easiest, and the second even easier! But with this last one the difficulty is that the story is being told through Kane’s eyes. I have to think like a guy, so maybe that’s the reason…nah! My muse, the little voice inside me that helps me write my stories, is either on an extended vacation or is tired of working, I don’t know, but I’m getting desperate.

I have to say, I’ll be coming  back to Burgoo Fest next year, and I will have the third book with me. A huge thank you to those of you who bought my books and loved them. I don’t expect a movie to come out of this, nor do I expect to be rich, but the only thing I do want out of this is the fact that I can make someone enjoy what they read. To me, that is my reward.

So, again, thank you and I hope that my second book, The Legacy, proves to be even more thrilling than the first. If it was, leave me a comment or send me word! I’d love to hear what you think! Truly!

See you all next year!