Today is a little different. My wonderful friend Miki Markovich invited me to post over at her fantastic new site, which I was more than happy to do. If you’d like, feel free to click on the link for this weeks poem. If not, now is the perfect time for me to wish you and yours a very Happy Holiday Season!
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Eric Ruben is a powerhouse. Not only does he manage a thriving law practice and literary agency, but he’s a social media regular no one wants to miss. From rave reviews for his off-Broadway work, voiceovers, and work in commercials and films, to the enthusiastic authors and clients he represents, it’s difficult to envision him failing at anything he puts his mind to. Somehow, Eric manages to host #askagent and #tenqueries on Twitter (@RubenAgency). He also manages two different websites (rubenlaw.org, ericruben.com), conducts an enormous amount of interviews you can find online to assist aspiring authors looking for representation, and enjoys a well earned reputation as one of the most interactive, witty, and intelligent men anyone could possibly hope to know. The one thing I want to discover is if the man sleeps. I don’t think it’s possible, but we’ll find out this Saturday at 5pmEST!
I can’t wait to talk to Mali and Joe to discuss their phenomenal success with The Soulmate Experience, see what they have lined up next, and how their path in self publishing has contributed to their raging success!
Mali Apple and Joe Dunn are relationship coaches, lovers, and best friends, as well as hosts of the popular Soulmate Experience community on Facebook. Their bestselling book The Soulmate Experience: A Practical Guide to Creating Extraordinary Relationships won a 2012 International Book Awards Gold Medal and a 2012 Living Now Awards Silver Medal. It has been called “A relationship guide masterpiece,” “A catalyst for transformation in life, relationships, and self,” “Inspiring, motivational, and truly remarkable.” The book has been translated into Danish and Spanish, with other languages in the works.
Mali and Joe’s most recent collaborations are the audio releases Sensory Walk and Mantras for Making Love and the ebook 52 Prescriptions for Happiness: A Year of Inspiration for the Body, Mind, and Soul. They are currently at work on the second book in “The Soulmate Experience” series, The Soulmate Lover.
It’s fair to say I’m in awe of Brenda Drake. She does so much more than her bio suggest. She hosts numerous blog contests for aspiring authors and encourages them constantly on Twitter, making her a must follow. You can find her there @brendadrake. Not only does Brenda encourage aspiring authors, but she also promotes authors with new work out at her blog http://brenleedrake.blogspot.com/, AND she manages to pump out amazing work herself. I’ve not gotten my greedy hands on her debut, Library Jumpers, which is coming out in February, but I can guarantee I’ve marked down the date and will run, not walk to my Kindle to order it and happily devour!
Brenda Drake, the youngest of three children, grew up an Air-force brat and the continual new kid at school until her family settled in Albuquerque, New Mexico. Brenda’s fondest memory growing up is that of her eccentric, Irish grandmother’s animated tall tales, which gave her a strong love for storytelling. So it was only fitting that she would choose to write young adult and middle grade novels with a bend toward the fantastical. When Brenda’s not writing or doing the social media thing, she’s haunting bookstores and coffee shops or reading someplace quiet and not at all exotic (much to her disappoint).
The power of social media! I met the lovely Leisa Greene on Twitter, and have enjoyed following her (@IndieItGal) and reading her blog over at Indie It Press (link below). I cannot wait to talk to her about her project Early Out, and whatever else meanders through what passes for my brain!
Leisa Greene didn’t start writing until much later in life. For years, her passion and escape was reading anything she could get her hands on from Nancy Drew to Anna Karenina. In her forties and single mother of three kids, she attended the University of Montana with full intentions of being an English literature major. Then she took a summer composition course that changed her life. With strong encouragement from the composition professor to write, her college education began to change paths. Leisa focused her writing in the creative non-fiction genre as well as playwriting. She spent two of her college years learning Gaelic (with a twitching eye) and focusing on Irish authors Samuel Beckett and James Joyce– including one semester working on The Gathering Project: A Collection of Irish Oral Histories. Leisa started her memoir Early Out, in an independent study course with the professor who originally encouraged her to write. She earned a B.A. in English, creative writing, and a minor in Irish studies in May of 2011 with her very proud family cheering her on.
With that major goal accomplished, Leisa began writing special interest stories online about Montana indie musicians with www.MakeItMissoula.com where her first story was published. From that job she received another, publishing an article about the Lou Erck family for the Montana Bluegrass Association, A Jamboree Family. The article was featured on Make It Missoula as well.
With her passion for indie artists growing, and a need for an author’s platform, she decided to build a website www.IndieItPress.com, which focuses on indie artists and hopefully gives back to other readers and artists as well. Some of her excerpts from Early Out can be found on Indie It Press.
Currently she continues to work on Early Out, work for a photography and publishing company, raise her daughter, and be a support for her two older sons, son-in-law, and father, as well as plan her upcoming wedding. Life for her is busy, full, and a gift.
Monique has, unfortunately, come down with a cold, which means the show won’t go on this Saturday. That said, we will have the pleasure of her company on August 17th. Any prayers or positive thoughts for a speedy recovery from a nasty cold for Monique would be appreciated!
I met the lovely Monique Happy on Twitter, and am so very proud and honored to have her appearing as a guest on the upcoming show!
I am a native Californian and have lived in Southern California for most of my life. When I was five, my parents took me out of school to debark upon a three-year journey around the world on our 40’ Newporter, the Caprice. Out of sight of land for days at a time, and rarely provided the opportunity to play with children my own age, I turned to books for entertainment and solace. My dad introduced me to J.R.R. Tolkien’s The Hobbit and the Trilogy, and John D. MacDonald’s Travis McGee series; I then moved on to “brown bagging it” – rowing over to neighboring yachts with a shopping bag full of books to trade. And so began my life-long love of the written word.
I also love to write, primarily short stories and flash fiction. Sometimes my ideas come from dreams, sometimes I get bits and pieces of them while I’m falling asleep. I love to people-watch and make up stories about who they are, where they are going, who they love and who they hate. I have some short stories and flash fiction published on online websites, and am currently working on several more stories and a fantasy novel.
In 2011, I started my own editing company: Monique Happy Editorial Services. I have extensive experience in editing fiction manuscripts, as well as legal papers and documents, having been a legal secretary for almost thirty years.
Two plump, feral cats facing an emaciated dog.
A pile of food lay in front of her.
One they didn’t need.
But she did.
She was prepared to concede to their greed.
She would have.
And for a day or two, she did.
Until I noticed.
Put out their food.
And when they started creeping towards her.
Hissing and spitting.
I stood between them.
Watched her ribs fill out.
As I pulled guard duty.
Week after week.
Then there came a day.
A day when she felt safe enough to bring her pup.
I saw this from a distance.
The feral cats had learned their lesson and kept away.
Or so I thought.
When they saw the pup, they charged.
One more mouth to feed.
He would take what was rightfully theirs.
This would not be tolerated.
Yelping in fear, the pup ran off.
His mother followed.
They did not appear for food again.
But Mother did not forget.
She found a new pack.
A new family, first.
Then she planned.
I put food out they did not eat.
Thin dogs, all busily snuffling around all the cats hiding places.
And when the layout was firmly established by all.
Mother led the charge.
I got there too late.
Heard the attack.
Saw Mother darting under the deck.
While the pack chased another mother, out for her blood.
I rushed out.
But the damage was already done.
A kitten lay dead.
Strewn under the deck like so much wreckage.
The packs preparation had paid off.
Mother could take starvation.
She would wait while the hateful cats took the choicest bits of food meant for her.
But she would not forget their attack on her son.
So she killed their son.
Removed a threat to her kind.
And still I wonder.
The attack was executed with military precision.
Humans could do no better.
And indeed, have done much worse.
Dogs have been our best friends for thousands of years.
The question is.
Who learned from who?
I have everything.
Healthy, happy kids.
Roof over my head.
Food in my fridge.
A fantastic husband.
A good job.
Money to pay the bills.
A far cry from where I…
From where we.
Used to be.
Two scant years ago.
We were homeless.
Staying with our close friends.
One of the many foreclosed upon.
No idea what the next day would bring.
Only that it could not be good.
And it wasn’t.
Not for a long time.
We pulled ourselves up.
Like so many others.
And I have to believe.
That those others.
Those countless others.
Feel black sometimes too.
I wonder what they do.
I wonder how they do it.
I wonder if they ever feel guilt for wanting more.
After having nothing.
Having something stands in stark relief.
But gratitude for blessings only lasts so long.
We among the human race always want more.
This can be a boon.
It can also represent disaster.
The blackest deeds.
The harshest words.
All because we want more.
Wondrous things have been invented from our penchant for more.
As have numerous wars.
I wonder what they say.
When the black hole sucks them in again.
I say nothing.
Not to my kids.
Not to my husband.
I don’t tweet about it.
No depressing Facebook updates are posted.
My friends don’t know.
I get through it.
What bad times I have experienced are nothing.
Nothing compared to what some endure.
But my bad times have taught me much.
It is not the stranger on the street we attack.
When the black hole sucks us in again.
It is those we love the most.
So I keep my mouth shut.
Knowing that it will pass.
It always does.
I also know that sometimes.
Especially when those black holes come.
That it’s not what one does that counts.
It’s how they do it.
I’m intellectually aware I should post something thrilling today. In fact, I had two topics in mind…one of which I will tackle next Friday.
But I have spent the better part of today mowing and weed eating three acres of lawn.
So while I might be intellectually aware I should be posting something interesting, I lack the physical capability to actually do so.
Until next Friday…
(Edited to add: We’ll see if I post on Friday. Threw one out Sunday, instead. Have loads of errands to run on my favorite day: Friday the 13th! So we will see what we will see.)
I just had to post this when the amazingly talented Steven Curtis Lance posted this for yours truly; it’s profound, and I find it also to be incredibly true in these days and times we live in; without further ado:
for Lydia Aswolf
Have you seen the madmen walking
Men with something on their minds
Heard the angry sad men talking
Less aheads and more behinds?
Walking straight ahead into the past
Talking straight behind into the when of then
Having been but never meant to be again
Men for whom the endgame cannot come too fast
Ignorance in action rude reality
Closeted and goitered faked and baked and brewed
Laughing at us even as we help them be
Men for whom money is their favorite food
Have you heard the madmen talking
Less aheads and more behinds?
Seen the angry sad men walking
Men with nothing on their minds?
Straight ahead off the cliff after us behind
Blindly having bought and paid now for the blind
+Steven Curtis Lance
This is a man I MUST book for Lydia’s Literary Lowdown; we could all do with speaking to a poet, couldn’t we?
You can also find Steven’s Extraordinary book of poetry here: http://www.amazon.com/Steven-Curtis-Lance-Collected-Poems/dp/1411615301
You can also find Steven on facebook here: http://www.facebook.com/people/Steven-Curtis-Lance/712074781
Steven is also a great contributor here: http://www.authorsden.com/stevencurtislance