Monday, October 13, 2014

Meet the Character Blog Hop - Alejandro Martinez

I have been tagged by K.C. Faelen to participate in a super awesome Meet the Character Blog Hop with some fantastic authors.

Many moons ago, with the encouragement of a write friend, K.C. Faelen wrote her first fanfic story. After a few years, her muse went into hiding, and then suddenly re-emerged, urging KC to participate and write a story for one of the prompts in the Goodreads M/M Romance Group's 2014 Love's Landscapes DRitC event. The story she wrote was "If At First You Don't Succeed," a romantic comedy about established couple, Evan and Julien and their unsuccessful attempts at kinky sex.

KC prefers to write contemporary male romance, but enjoys reading about them in almost every setting from paranormal, to sci-fi to historical backdrops. She loves men, from the Alphas to the omegas, and all the pretty boys in between. Intelligence and humor whet her appetite. Toss in a course of UST, a dash of angst, season with fluffiness, and she dives right in. Oh, and don't forget the extra-large side helping of sex. For dessert, it's HEA all the way. She loves dark chocolate truffles and candies, and food often play a part in her stories, and in the ones she enjoys reading.

KC lives in Northern California with her husband and two rescue birds. Their female bird hates women and wishes KC would go play in the middle of traffic or take a long walk off a short pier.

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Now it's time to introduce you to one of my characters in Beaten Track Publishing's Holiday Anthology, Boughs of Evergreen. My story is called The Bard and His Boyfriend: A Tale of Holiday Homecomings.

Seth is a member of an ancient clan of druids that have existed for over 5,000 years. The rituals they perform at the changing of the seasons keep the very fabric of reality from unraveling. But as he goes home for the Winter Solstice, all he can think about is the huge fight he had with his boyfriend before he left school for the holiday break.

Much to Seth's surprise, Alejandro follows him home to apologize.When Seth tells himi the truth about his heritage, Alejandro has to make a decision. Seth adn Alejandro must work together to make sure that wherever they are spending the holidays - they are home with each other.

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Since you get to see the story from Seth's point of view, I figured I would answer the "Get To Know You" questions from Alejandro's point of view. 


1. Who is Alejandro?

Alejandro is a junior at the University of Mary in Bismarck, ND. He transferred to the University of Mary from Williston State College. He is studying Music and is working on his junior recital composition piece. He is taking his inspiration from Achille-Claude Debussey, particularly his use of non-traditional scales and chromaticsim. He is twenty-one years old and, since he is new in town, his roommate (and now boyfriend), Seth Dearin is his best friend. He loves his sister, Carmen to bits and loves to visit her and his father on school holidays.

2. Where does The Bard and His Boyfriend take place?

It's primary setting is the made up town of Sweet Briar Valley, ND. Sweet Briar Valley is located near the non-ficticious Sweet Briar Dam. The story was actually inspired as I was driving one day and passed all the exits that said "No Services". My creative juices started flowing and I kept wondering what was at those exits. The end part of the story takes place in Williston, ND - a town which has recently experienced huge boom because of the oil industry. This is actually what brought Alejandro and his family to North Dakota from Texas.

3. What won't Alejandro talk about?

He doesn't like to talk about his mama's death and the first few years after. She died in a car accident when Alejandro was fifteen years old. Very soon thereafter, his papa lost his job and they had to move to where the jobs were (Williston, ND). During the last two years of high school, Alejandro experienced depression and came close to killing himself. None of their family likes to talk about it. While Seth knows Alejandro's mama died, he doesn't know a lot of the rest of it.

4. What is Alejandro's goal?

For the course of this story is it is to figure out how things went to wrong so quickly with Seth. He follows Seth home, without really even knowing where he lives (mystical powers, go!). Once they get on solid ground again, he just wants to spend the holidays with his families.

5. What is Alejandro's problem?

As I said above, at first, it is fixing things with Seth. Then it is coming out and spending the holidays with his papa and sister. He isn't really worried about his papa kicking him out or anything - especially after everything that happened after his mama's death. However, he is a little worried about explaining what it means that he is pansexual. It's pretty new to him and he hasn't even had a chance to talk to Seth about it yet. Since the story is from Seth's POV, we don't get to see much of that. 

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Meet the Next Author:

Hans M. Hirshi

Hans M Hirschi (b. 1967) has been writing stories ever since he was a child. Adulthood and the demands of corporate life efficiently put an end to his fictional writing for over twenty years.

A global executive in training and channel development, Hans has traveled the world and had previously published non-fictional titles.

The birth of his son and the subsequent parental leave provided him with the opportunity to unleash his creative writing once again. With little influence over his brain's creative workings, he indulges it, going with the flow. 

A deeply rooted passion for, faith in a better world, in love, tolerance and diversity are a red thread throughout both his creative and non-fictional work. His novels might best be described as “literary romance, engaging characters and relevant stories that won't leave you untouched, but hopeful.”

Hans is a proud member of the Swedish Writers’ Union, the Writers’ Center in Sweden and serves as chair of the Swedish Federation of Self- & Independent Publishers.

Hans' contribution to the Boughs of Evergreen anthology is a story called A Christmas Tale.


Imagine meeting Santa Claus for real and being granted a wish on Christmas Eve... This sweet little story will take you back to a time, not all that long ago, when life for gays was quite different from how it is today - a time when it seemed easier to believe in Santa Claus than believing it would ever be possible to build a family of one's own.

You can find Hans across the web at the following places:

Website

Email

Blog

Goodreads

About Me


Check out his blog this time next week to meet one of his characters!

Friday, October 10, 2014

The End of the Day is Almost Here...

I am at work (on a 15 minute break...hallelujah). I know it is Friday. I am so glad it is Friday. But I swear this last two hours is going to kill me, wrap me in a rug and bury me in a swamp where no one will ever find the body. Just in case anyone else is having a similarly slow moving day, I figured I would come on here and share some pretty to help make the day go by faster. Enjoy!

(I know it's a cat and not a hot man...I don't care. It makes me happy.)


Monday, October 6, 2014

Update and Pretty

Hello All,
I've a few update items to share!

1. I have written a holiday story for an anthology from Beaten Track Publishing. The title of the Anthology is Boughs of Evergreen: A Holiday Anthology. I'll be participating in a blog hop to introduce one of my main characters next week.

2. I have a release date for my story with Less Than Three Press. The title is Light Perpetual Shines and it will be released on February 4, 2015. More details, and the cover, are still to come.

3. This year I WILL participate in NaNoWriMo. Really, I will. Maybe. Hopefully. I'll keep you updated.

And now, some pretty to make this post worth it. :D



Saturday, May 31, 2014

Poem Post #11

This is my last Poem Post (for now). If you liked me posting poetry, let me know in the comments and perhaps I will do it occassionally (not as often as this month, I promise). This final poem is actually one the very first I ever wrote. Many of you may have read it in my short story, Broken. While I did include it in that story and it is even responsible for the title of that story, I wrote it before the story was even a blot bunny hatching in my head.

Broken
For Fatema

You look at me and
You ask
With fear
And disbelief
And maybe just a little bit of awe
How can you love, again?
It shows in your eyes
You think only of 
The broken heart
The shattered pieces
The lonely silence 
That comes after.
But I say to you
I have been broken
I have been shattered
I have been lonely
And none of that
Makes the love not worth it.

Friday, May 30, 2014

AND THE WINNER IS....

This winner for the Cross & Crown giveaway is calilathisway from tumblr. Congrats to calilathisway. If she does not respond within 24 hours then I will pick a new winner. Thanks for participating everyone!!!

Thursday, May 29, 2014

Poem Post #10

This is a poem I wrote many years after the fact but while trying to work through a lot of the stuff I never let myself admit when I was trying to heal.

An Angry Lament

O Great God,
You claim to lead us by still waters and green pastures,
but you LIED.
My waters are not still.
My fields are not green.
My waters are 
bubbling
boiling
raging
screaming by, red with emotion.
My fields are
jagged
sharp
tearing
shredded by your cold regard.

O God of Power,
words of love fall from your lips,
but they have no meaning
when the works of your hand
tear my heart from my chest.
Thoughts of asking "why" flow quickly through my mind - 
but do not stay for long.
What answer could have any meaning now?

O God of love,
my anger knows no bounds -
seething
writhing
churning
swirling through my being.
Take your love for it does no good.
I am overwhelmed and cannot bear it.
So be it.

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Hump Day Pretty

Happy Hump Day! Get excited. Only two more days til Friday. These fellows want to celebrate with you. :D



Monday, May 26, 2014

Poem Post #9

This week I am going to post three poems. They are all poems I wrote about dealing with the death of one of my best friends. She was killed in a car accident a month after we graduated college together. If there was one moment I could point to and say, "That moment changed my life forever," it is the moment I got that phone call. Despite the seven years since then, I still have tears in my eyes as I am typing this. Many of my poems have a religious bent because I am a spiritual and religious person. These - more than any of the other poems I have shared this month - show that.

That Day

God, there was that day
That day she held me while I cried,
That day she talked until I could laugh again,
That day we just sat and it was enough.
And on that day, I thanked you for her.
But then, on that day, I also thought to myself,
“She is more real to me than You.”
And, on that day I shocked myself with my thought.
But then we cried and laughed and sat some more, 
And I forgot my thought.

But then, God, there was that day,
That day you took her from me,
That day her body was not stronger than a car,
That day you ripped a piece of my soul out.
And God, on that day, I thought to myself,
“Did you take her from me to prove I needed You more than I needed her?”
And again, I shocked myself with my thought.
But she was not there to cry and to laugh and to sit, 
so I did not forget my thought.

Time and tears and pain passed, and life went on.

And then, God, there was that day,
That day I went outside and smiled at the sun,
That day I realized my life is now and started what I was meant to do,
That day love began to heal the pain.
And, God, on that day, I thought to myself,
“You did not take her from me. She is here, with me, always in my heart.”
And again, I shocked myself with my thought.
And I cried and laughed and sat with her once more, on that day.

Saturday, May 24, 2014

Poem Post #8

This is a poem I wrote as a part of  a reflective practices class I took in grad school. I'll be honest, I don't really remember what the assignment was.

Perspective

A pebble sinks into the lake
From afar, a tinkling splash
From within, a rolling shiver across liquid skin
From below, bubbles and chaos amongst the fish and weeds
From above, rings spreading and growing
From without, nothing more or less than an afternoon by the lake.

Where am I? Or am I everywhere?

Thursday, May 22, 2014

Poem Post #7

I most often write poetry when there is something inside that I can't let out in any other way, something might be just a little too dangerous to talk about. This is a poem I wrote soon after my Dad died.

I Remember

I remember cuddling on the couch, peeking through your fingers at the scary movie.
I remember talking for ages on the phone about my favorite books, which you read only because I loved them.
I remember you hugging me and telling me I was smart when I did well in school.
I remember you reading to me before I went to sleep.

But then, I also remember hiding parts of me for fear you would not love me as much.
I remember her tears when she did not hide and you seemed to love her less.
I remember her pain as you burned the thing she loved most because you thought it evil.
I remember weeks and weeks of silence because she said a word you did not like.

I remember crying out in my head, asking, “How can you be these two different people?”

But then, I also remember you being sick.
I remember when they took your leg.
I remember when they cut into your brain.
I remember when you barely remembered anymore.
And you were not yourself anymore so I could not ask you the question screaming in my brain.

And finally, I remember you frail and broken and gone.
So there was no one left to ask and all I have left is to remember.
So I remember it all: the bad and the good; the tears and the hugs; the anger and the love.

I remember you.

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Hump Day Pretty

Halfway through the week! Congrats. You can totally make it the rest of the way. Here's some encouragement. :D



Sunday, May 18, 2014

Poem Post #6

Sometimes, poetry is most powerful when read outloud by it's author. Today, I am going to share a video from Button Poetry. The poem is titled "21" by Patrick Roche. 



Saturday, May 17, 2014

Cross & Crown Giveaway

Let's get started with a list of all the booty. ;) 

1.) A pre-ordered eBook copy of Cross & Crown by Abigail Roux from Riptide Publishing.

2.) Minion themed duct tape - for all your kidnapping and sexy times needs.

3.) Minion Bandaids - for all your wound care needs.

4.) Vinyl Minion doll - just because.

5.) Minion themed recipe cards (not pictured).

6.) Cross & Crown/Nickels themed sticker collection.

7.) "LUCKY" postcards.

8.) Candy/Snack/Beverage combination of your choice.

9.) Anything else I feel like adding at the last minute. ;)

How to enter 

On tumblr: Reblog for one entry. Follow for one entry. Like for one entry. Reblog as many times as you want but it will only count once. Make sure your ask box is open. If it isn't, I'm just going to pick someone new.

On Goodreads: Comment on this thread with your preferred contact info (PM, email, smoke signal, whatever).

On Blogger: Comment on this post with your preferred email address. A follow will get you an extra entry.

THIS MEANS YOU CAN HAVE UP TO SIX ENTRIES FOLKS!

The Details 

I will pick the winner on Friday, May 30, 2014 at 8:00pm CST. I will use random.org to select the winner. The winner will have 24 hours to get back to me, at which point I will select a new winner. 

Good luck!!







Thursday, May 15, 2014

Poem Post #5

Today, I am sharing another favorite poem: Emily Dickinson's Because I Could Not Stop For Death. It is just so beautifully written. It makes smile, sigh and think of Sally Sparrow (of Doctor Who) saying "sad is happy for deep people."

Because I Could Not Stop For Death (479)
By Emily Dickinson

Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.

We slowly drove – He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility –

We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess – in the Ring –
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –
We passed the Setting Sun –

Or rather – He passed Us –
The Dews drew quivering and Chill –
For only Gossamer, my Gown –
My Tippet – only Tulle –

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground –
The Roof was scarcely visible –
The Cornice – in the Ground –

Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity –

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Hump Day Pretty

Gah...it's only halfway through the week. I think I need some hot guys to even be able to contemplate continuing on. I guess I can share with you guys. :D