I'm excited to be hosting a Book Launch Party in the Magic Garden for TEN Muse Authors on 26-27 ... + July. ie. 27th Aussie & NZ time but we are at least 8 -16 hrs ahead of the rest of the world.
Let's all celebrate with
Rosalie Skinner, Michelle Pickett, Erick Burgess, Margo Sorenson, Kristy Brown, Joanne Elder, Heather Kuehl, Joyce Holland, Cheryl Dale, Mary Andrews and Alix Richards.
Pop in and out of the gate via the comments, at your leisure to mingle with strange fictional characters, eat fabulous cyber food and drinks, dance and chat. Just one thing, or two. Don't venture behind the hedge and Do Not drink the water. hehehe.
Everyone is welcome to this Aussie Party where Chubby Bubby Blue is our mascot, and the gates remain open until the last tired guest finally departs. Time is irrelevant in cyber space, so are calories. :)
BRING YOUR FRIENDS AND/OR BOOK CHARACTERS AND YOUR OWN FAVOURITE FOOD TO SHARE. (Right now I can smell the real Duck à l'orange my husband is cooking for dinner. I'm bring a tray load of that. mmmmmmm)
GIFT BOOKS TO BE WON BY SOME LUCKY COMMENTERS.
Sunday, 22 July 2012
Monday, 9 July 2012
Christmas In July Fun HUNT. Win ebooks from MIU
Christmas in July Contest at MuseItUp. Fun and Easy. Read all about it! Muse Bookstore on 9th-23rd.
Ebooks to win in fun hunt, including the medieval adventure The Unhewn Stone and 14 others in a wonderful variety of genres.
You can be a Winner! Just find the 15 Christmas trees located somewhere in the links found beneath the book covers listed at Muse Bookstore.
But wait...there's more...
From the Publisher --
We want to thank everyone who continue to support our authors by adding a little something to say THANK YOU.
Everyone who participates will walk away with a prize.
Located in our Muse bookstore (only on July 9 so don't start searching now) are 10 christmas trees. Find one of them and you win that ebook.
Only one free THANK YOU ebook per person. So if you want to locate all ten and pick and choose which ebook to win, go right ahead.
Send me the title of your free ebook to: publisher AT museituppublishing DOT com and I'll send you your prize at the end of the month.
NOT TO BE MISSED FUN HUNT.
Ebooks to win in fun hunt, including the medieval adventure The Unhewn Stone and 14 others in a wonderful variety of genres.
You can be a Winner! Just find the 15 Christmas trees located somewhere in the links found beneath the book covers listed at Muse Bookstore.
But wait...there's more...
From the Publisher --
We want to thank everyone who continue to support our authors by adding a little something to say THANK YOU.
Everyone who participates will walk away with a prize.
Located in our Muse bookstore (only on July 9 so don't start searching now) are 10 christmas trees. Find one of them and you win that ebook.
Only one free THANK YOU ebook per person. So if you want to locate all ten and pick and choose which ebook to win, go right ahead.
Send me the title of your free ebook to: publisher AT museituppublishing DOT com and I'll send you your prize at the end of the month.
NOT TO BE MISSED FUN HUNT.
Monday, 2 July 2012
Congratulations to Rosalie Skinner
Exiled: Autumns Peril, Book 1 of the Chroniclres of Caleath
#1 on Amazon UK,
#1 on Amazon Germany and
#3 on Amazon USA for Best Selling Anthologies free.
And . . . #16 Best Seller in Epic Fantasy, after her free day.
Congratulations Rosalie. I'm sure your new readers will love the rest of your series as much as they love the first book.
#1 on Amazon UK,
#1 on Amazon Germany and
#3 on Amazon USA for Best Selling Anthologies free.
And . . . #16 Best Seller in Epic Fantasy, after her free day.
Congratulations Rosalie. I'm sure your new readers will love the rest of your series as much as they love the first book.
Sunday, 1 July 2012
.Happiness Guaranteed on Sale
My sci fi short story Happiness Guaranteed is On Sale for Limited time at MuseItUp
Bianca, a beautiful Epicurean Supremo from a privileged futuristic society has a flaw which, if discovered and reported to the Rulers, will threaten her life and that of the man she loves. Unable to pinpoint the cause she tries to hide her anxiety until an ingenious birthday present from her husband provides a respite. Now, on her thirty-third birthday, her primitive behaviour and thought patterns return; stronger and more dangerous.
Excerpt:
Bianca’s bed swayed in gentle rhythm with her floating condominium. Smiling, she opened her eyes and reached across the white expanse for Derek. He wasn’t there. Damn. She’d overslept; very out of character. What if he noticed? No. He’ll return soon and find me on the balcony exactly where he expects me to be, especially today.
She rolled onto her back, stealing a few extra minutes in bed and glanced up at the domed ceiling high above her: Derek’s masterpiece. The wide, stained glass panels let shafts of coloured light sprinkle life into her sterile world. She watched the lazy sunbeams paint murals on the milky walls. They tinselled the buckles on the two pairs of shoes and spotlighted the confusion of clothes on a moulded chair.
Flinging back the covers, she stretched, letting the sun energize her skin. “What a glorious morning,” she murmured. Only Penthouse Dwellers, like Derek and herself attained this privilege. According to Derek, sunlight symbolized their status. For a moment she revelled in true contentment.
An image of her grandfather snuck into her mind. He’d told her of a time when sunlight shone on everyone, but he’d been a storyteller, a bad influence. On her seventh birthday her parents forbade her to visit him any more, and placed him out-of-bounds. Years later she heard he’d died.
Her happiness shrivelled. “Unimportant.” She scowled, jumped out of bed and slipped into clear, tensile slippers. A filigree tunic lay on the floor where she let it fall the night before. She picked it up, grabbed yesterday’s clothes off the chair, hurried to the primping room and dropped them all down the trash-chute. “There!” She stabbed her finger on the Restyle button.
With her fingertips, she massaged her cheeks and studied herself in the mirror. Thirty-three, today. No obvious flaws, not yet, apart from that one little glitch Derek inadvertently fixed last birthday.
Bianca, a beautiful Epicurean Supremo from a privileged futuristic society has a flaw which, if discovered and reported to the Rulers, will threaten her life and that of the man she loves. Unable to pinpoint the cause she tries to hide her anxiety until an ingenious birthday present from her husband provides a respite. Now, on her thirty-third birthday, her primitive behaviour and thought patterns return; stronger and more dangerous.
Excerpt:
Bianca’s bed swayed in gentle rhythm with her floating condominium. Smiling, she opened her eyes and reached across the white expanse for Derek. He wasn’t there. Damn. She’d overslept; very out of character. What if he noticed? No. He’ll return soon and find me on the balcony exactly where he expects me to be, especially today.She rolled onto her back, stealing a few extra minutes in bed and glanced up at the domed ceiling high above her: Derek’s masterpiece. The wide, stained glass panels let shafts of coloured light sprinkle life into her sterile world. She watched the lazy sunbeams paint murals on the milky walls. They tinselled the buckles on the two pairs of shoes and spotlighted the confusion of clothes on a moulded chair.
Flinging back the covers, she stretched, letting the sun energize her skin. “What a glorious morning,” she murmured. Only Penthouse Dwellers, like Derek and herself attained this privilege. According to Derek, sunlight symbolized their status. For a moment she revelled in true contentment.
An image of her grandfather snuck into her mind. He’d told her of a time when sunlight shone on everyone, but he’d been a storyteller, a bad influence. On her seventh birthday her parents forbade her to visit him any more, and placed him out-of-bounds. Years later she heard he’d died.
Her happiness shrivelled. “Unimportant.” She scowled, jumped out of bed and slipped into clear, tensile slippers. A filigree tunic lay on the floor where she let it fall the night before. She picked it up, grabbed yesterday’s clothes off the chair, hurried to the primping room and dropped them all down the trash-chute. “There!” She stabbed her finger on the Restyle button.
With her fingertips, she massaged her cheeks and studied herself in the mirror. Thirty-three, today. No obvious flaws, not yet, apart from that one little glitch Derek inadvertently fixed last birthday.
Friday, 22 June 2012
In Conversation with SS Hampton Sr.

I'm delighted to introduce my guest and fellow Muse author
S.S. Hampton Sr. author of
Better Than A Rabbit's Foot
Welcome Stan,
We are keen to learn more about you and your writing.
So, I'm putting you on the spot now.
Okay, Wendy, I can tell you something about me.
I'm a full blood Choctaw from the Choctaw Nation of Oklahoma, a divorced grandfather, and a member of the Army National Guard. I'm nearing retirement from the Guard, unless I can get a deployment to
I'm studying to be an archaeologist. Actually, my interest is underwater archaeology, but I need to learn to swim better first, and become scuba qualified – in
You certainly have a full life and such diverse interests. Quite inspirational. No wonder you are a writer. This makes me wonder, who inspires you?
As this blog is focused on fiction writing, then, Stephen King, Tom Clancy, and Frederick Forsyth, to name just three. King is a great horror writer, though sometimes I think his novels are a little long. Clancy writes military fiction, which is one of my favorite genres; I enjoy the way he weaves technology into the story of people. Forsyth was a journalist first, and his writing is a wonderful blend of journalism and storytelling, as well as blending fact with fiction.
I can see how those writers reflect elements in your own career. So, you are a full blood Choctaw. I find that fascinating. Would you say your childhood provided you with a wealth of story material?
No. I was adopted and raised by my Anglo “grandparents” who had raised my mother and her twin sister. I’m what’s called an “Apple” – red on the outside, white on the inside. I really knew nothing of my Native heritage, beyond the stereotypical media image, until I started exploring it in my 30s.
'Apple', what a great expression. I hadn't heard that before. I'm betting the result of your 'exploring' will find its way into a future story. What about photography? Your expertise in photography must give you an exceptional eye for detail. How does this transfer into your writing?
Photography is about composition, lighting,
and contrasts – in B&W, shades of light and dark, or in colour,
complementary, or even complete opposites. Describing clouds for example,
especially when setting a mood, I remember how a red lens filter brings out the
contrast. The sky is darker, the clouds are darker, the whites are a little
whiter, and the way they blend from one to the other is interesting.
I try to
capture that feel, when describing clouds or anything else for a story. It’s
the same when photographing, for example, a woman dancing at dawn in sheer,
flowing clothing. It’s the way the dawn provides a backlight that is flowing
across the horizon and the sky in that time when the night is yielding to morning.
It’s the way her form is silhouetted by the rising sun, and the way the
sunlight is muted by the folds of cloth, and even the shape of the cloth as it
“flies away” from her, or wraps around her, as she dances. Trying to describe
something like that is difficult for me, but I hope I manage to accomplish such
detailed descriptions.
I had to double check, and amazingly, I do address non-military topics. I wrote The Ferryman (Melange Books), which is a take on the Greek myth of Charon, the ferryman who carried the shades of the dead across the
So your short stories have been published in anthologies. Congratulations! Is there something about the short story that makes you prefer this form of expression over the novella or novel?
It’s faster! It’s shorter, faster, and
(hopefully) I can produce more writing. I still want to write novellas or
novels, but I don’t have the patience to devote the time to writing and
editing. I’d probably feel like I’ve wasted time if I only produced two or
three per year. And being middle aged, not that I feel like I’m in a race with
time, but…
Producing more than two or three short stories a year is pretty impressive, to me at least. It takes me a year to write one short story before I'm happy enough to send it off. I guess that's why I tend to live inside my novels - working on one major idea for a long time. But you have to find so many ideas. No doubt your bank of interests and accomplishments makes this possible. Do you ever find writing is a chore?
Yes! I should write every day, but I don’t.
I generally write when the mood strikes me, or when a deadline looms, meaning a
submission deadline, or I promised a publisher something by a certain date. If
I try to write every day when I’m not in the mood, it’s difficult to do so. And
yes, like I said above, writing only when I’m in the mood is a waste of time,
but hey, I’m human, and middle aged.
About the main characters in your stories, are they based on particular acquaintances or a composite of many?
Generally, at this stage, neither. Once in awhile I may add an actual personality trait to a fictional character, but never enough to where someone could say a fictional character is based on a real person. It’s hard to explain, but even though I’m writing fiction, if I base a character on a friend, or if a character is a composite of several friends, and I write that that particular character is killed or crippled, it gives me an uneasy feeling.
I can understand that. It's probably for the same reason I don't like writing in the 1st person. I become too protective of my main character when it's I. :) In Better Than A
Rabbit’s Foot, your newly released story from MuseItUp, your sergeant ponders the benefit
of carrying a lucky charm. Did you carry a charm?
Yes. Our unit was tasked with providing security for supply convoys headed into
Do you draw on personal experience in your stories or stay with what you observe in others?
I
draw on my personal experiences insofar as it concerns living a military life.
From those who’ve actually experienced combat, I try to remember how they
described it. And of course, there’s research, reading books, magazine
articles, and newspaper articles in which combat is described. I think the
greatest compliment a writer can receive is when someone says the story
captures the feeling, and describes “it,” as to how things really were. I read
somewhere once, that after Stephen Crane wrote “The Red Badge of Courage”—he
never served or observed combat, if memory serves me right—veterans and critics
praised the realism of his writing, meaning capturing the fear and confusion
inherent in any battle. Apparently he appreciated the praise.
Yes, he would appreciate that kind of praise. We'd all like to reach that level. Stan, would you like to introduce your main character from your latest release? Has he appeared in any other short story of
yours?
In Better
Than a Rabbit’s Foot, Sergeant Jerry Stanton is a young, ordinary soldier
deployed to a convoy support center in northern Kuwait . He’s a gunner on a gun
truck, and as he gets ready to go out on a mission, he learns that a gunner up
north has been killed. The news is a kick in the stomach, and it reminds him of
his own mortality. Though not actually scared, he’s not happy either. But like
all soldiers, he’ll go because his buddies are going—he can’t stay behind while
they head north. And, no, Stanton
has not appeared in any previous short stories.
If there was something Jerry Stanton could request of
you, the author, what would that be?
IfStanton
felt like talking, he’d want me to listen. I wouldn’t have to say anything,
just listen.
I remember late one night I stepped outside of my air conditioned tent to have a cigarette before turning in. A Soldier I knew from my first days in the Guard (I joined in 2004, and about 120 of us volunteered to deploy in 2006) came up and sat down on the concrete traffic barrier. It was just small talk, but then he started doing most of the talking while I listened. There was nothing profound, he was just talking out loud—but he mentioned the IED that struck his gun truck a few days before. Our battalion was less than three weeks into the mission; a Soldier from the battalion we were replacing had been killed. Then, a Soldier in one of our other companies was killed. A gun truck in our company was hit. Then, his gun truck was hit—he was knocked out but otherwise uninjured, and another Soldier had been lightly wounded. But still… So I lit another cigarette, and listened. After awhile, the kid sort of smiled at me, said “Good night,” and went off to get some sleep.
Ah, now there's a good answer from a writer. That's how you become a sponge to all sorts of knowledge as well as being a good friend. Thank you for your open answers, Stan. It's been a pleasure conversing with you.
If
I remember late one night I stepped outside of my air conditioned tent to have a cigarette before turning in. A Soldier I knew from my first days in the Guard (I joined in 2004, and about 120 of us volunteered to deploy in 2006) came up and sat down on the concrete traffic barrier. It was just small talk, but then he started doing most of the talking while I listened. There was nothing profound, he was just talking out loud—but he mentioned the IED that struck his gun truck a few days before. Our battalion was less than three weeks into the mission; a Soldier from the battalion we were replacing had been killed. Then, a Soldier in one of our other companies was killed. A gun truck in our company was hit. Then, his gun truck was hit—he was knocked out but otherwise uninjured, and another Soldier had been lightly wounded. But still… So I lit another cigarette, and listened. After awhile, the kid sort of smiled at me, said “Good night,” and went off to get some sleep.
Ah, now there's a good answer from a writer. That's how you become a sponge to all sorts of knowledge as well as being a good friend. Thank you for your open answers, Stan. It's been a pleasure conversing with you.
SS Hampton's short story Better Then A Rabbit's Foot is available at
MuseItUp Publishing and Amazon
and learn more about Stan at MuseItUp publishing Author Page
Tuesday, 12 June 2012
Blog Swap with Barbara Ehrentreu
It's my pleasure to welcome fellow MuseItUp author

Barbara Ehrentreu who has brought along her main character, Carolyn, to talk about the YA novel in which she appears called,
'If I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor'.
On the surface it looks like you have a great life. Why, then did you come to me one day crying and telling me you hated Jennifer Taylor and she made your life miserable? Who is Jennifer Taylor and why do you hate her?
I’m not sure I can talk about this, because it brings back awful memories. Do you want me to go all the way back to the rope line incident? I mean that’s what started all this.
Yes, tell us as much as you can.
You see I hate her and I also want to be like her. It’s awful and here’s how it started. When I was in seventh grade we did the ropes course. One part of it , the zip line, required you to climb up to this platform and you were given a harness. When you got up there you had to clasp yourself to the line and then you could slide down. A few people went in front of me and then of course, Jennifer did it perfectly. When my turn came I froze. Then I started breathing funny, because I have this thing. I hyperventilate when I’m nervous and that day I started turning blue. If I can’t start breathing I can faint. I started feeling dizzy and couldn’t clasp myself onto the zip line. Jennifer was on the ground and saw me. The teacher saw me too and raced up the ladder to the platform. She said to me, “Breathe, Carolyn, breathe.” Then Jennifer started saying too and soon all the kids who had been on the line echoed her. As I came down the ladder I wanted a big hole to open up and swallow me. So then Jennifer started bothering me at odd times every day. She’d sneak up and say “Breathe, Carolyn, breathe.” Or she would whisper it in class when I had to go up to the board. We were in Math class together and I started to dread it. So when I was in her Math class again and the teacher put us together as partners I didn’t know how I could stand it.
What happened?
Oh, my goodness, your story has more to it?
Thank you, Wendy, for hosting us today.
Wendy: Well that was an interesting interview. Thank you Barbara and Carolyn. It is clear Carolyn has been most forthcoming with her author. Sometimes when we stand back and listen we learn much more than if we probe.

Barbara Ehrentreu who has brought along her main character, Carolyn, to talk about the YA novel in which she appears called,
'If I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor'.
Blurb:
Carolyn Samuels is obsessed with the idea of being
popular. She is convinced that the only thing keeping her from happiness is her
too heavy for fashion body and not being a cheerleader. Hyperventilating when
she gets nervous doesn’t help. When she is paired for a math project with the
girl who tormented her in middle school, Jennifer Taylor, she is sure it is
going to be another year of pain. With Carolyn’s crush on Jennifer’s hunky
junior quarterback, Brad her freshman year in high school looks like a rerun of
middle school. When Jennifer is the only student who knows why she fell in gym
class, Carolyn is blackmailed into doing her math homework in return for
Jennifer’s silence. Jennifer takes on Carolyn as a pity project since she can’t
be seen with someone who dresses in jeans and sweatshirts. When Jennifer invites
Carolyn to spend the night to make her over and teach her to tumble, Carolyn
learns Jennifer’s secret and lies to her own friends to cover it up. Will
Carolyn become a cheerleader and popular? Does she continue to keep Jennifer’s
secret? Or will she be a target of this mean girl again?
Excerpt:
I spot him walking toward my locker with a small box
in one hand and a plastic fork in the other. My Crush! He hands me the box, and
I open it. Inside is a piece of luscious chocolate cake with chocolate frosting.
I look up into his blue eyes and give him the box so I can touch his cheek as I
smooth his dark hair.
“You always know just what I like.”
He smiles and feeds me a forkful of cake. I don’t
have to worry about eating it because I can eat anything I want and not gain
weight. He places the cake box in my locker so he can put his arms around me.
The first bell
rings in my ears. I ignore it because I’m thin and blonde and floating in the
arms of my dark-haired crush. The other cheerleaders run up to us laughing and
kidding around, and I’m about to speak. The ringing gets
louder.
The dream evaporates, and I realize it’s the darn
alarm piercing my sleep. Slamming my fist onto the Snooze button, I get this
nagging feeling. Then I remember. I have something to do. Worse luck, I have
to do it, not as the slender blonde beauty in my dream, but as the real Carolyn
Samuels with my brown curly hair hanging like shriveled spaghetti, mud brown
eyes, and a body too large for fashion. I see my new book bag is packed and ready by the door
with the initials C. S. in blue, my favorite color. Suddenly it hits me, and I
get this dizzy let-me-plop-on-the-pillow feeling.
Freshman year of
high school—first day. My brain is ready, but my body isn't.
Jennifer will be there. Math class and Jennifer; gym
class with Jennifer. My body curls into a fetal position, and I throw the covers
over my head. Don’t faint Carolyn, I tell myself, panting.
Dangling over the chair are those size twelve jeans,
clown pants—hardly a fashion statement. I groan. Paired with the red
long-sleeved T-shirt, they looked so good on the mannequin; I’ll look like a
stop light.
What was I thinking? How could I possibly go to
school looking like such a freak?
Actually, the real reason I can’t go is Jennifer,
with her long straight blonde hair, perfect body, and clothes from magazines
like Teen and Seventeen.
Yuck. I feel sick, sick with Jenniferitis.
I hear Mom's footsteps on the stairs.
"Why are you still in bed?" She comes upstairs and
peeks into my room with a puzzled look on her face
Moving the blanket up to my nose, I say, "Mom, I
can't stop shivering, and my stomach and head hurt.”
She feels my head and looks
at me with mother vision. "Carolyn, did you think I'd fall for your tricks?"
I cringe. Now my stomach and head ache for real.
Defeated, I climb out of bed and get washed. I slip the hated outfit onto my
body and glance at my bloated reflection in the mirror. It's too late to change.
I’m stuck with this. If only I could be like Jennifer Taylor.
After picking up my book bag, I race down the stairs,
take a couple of bites of a chocolate-chocolate chip muffin and a few sips of
non-fat milk. I almost trip over a lump blocking the door. Max, our five-year
old Newfoundland raises his massive bear-like head, sniffing like he’s never
eaten a thing in his life when he sees my muffin. I glance at his empty bowl and
throw the rest of the muffin into it. He sees it and licks my face; now I’m
going to smell like dog food all day. Grabbing a paper towel, I wipe my face and
lean to ruffle his soft fur. At least Max doesn’t care what I wear. Feed him and
rub him under his chin, and he’ll cover you with slurpy kisses.
Mom is already in our three-year-old silver Malibu
that, like my jeans, doesn't quite make a fashion statement.
On the drive to school, I'm
looking forward to seeing Becky and Janie my two best friends from forever.
Don't want to see Jennifer's face on the first day of high school.

Barbara interviews her main character, Carolyn Samuels, from If I Could Be Like
Jennifer Taylor.
Carolyn, would you please tell us a little about
yourself?
There’s not much
to tell. I live in Mill Valley, which is in Westchester, NY and I attend Mill
Valley High School. My best friends are Becky and Janie and I love Math. Oh,
yeah, I have a Newfoundland dog named Max and my favorite cookie is chocolate
chocolate chip homemade by my mom. My mom works for an ad agency in the city.
That’s what New Yorkers call New York City. My dad is a criminal lawyer. I’m an
only child, but you couldn’t ask for better parents. Except they don’t pay much
attention to me.
On the surface it looks like you have a great life. Why, then did you come to me one day crying and telling me you hated Jennifer Taylor and she made your life miserable? Who is Jennifer Taylor and why do you hate her?
Jennifer Taylor
has made my life a living nightmare since middle school. I call her Miss
Perfect, because she is a size two and her father owns half the town. She’s on
the path to be an Olympic gymnast so she’s excellent in gym. Jennifer is the
most popular girl in the freshman class. I think she knows everyone in the
class. And to top it all off she has this hot boyfriend, Brad, who is a Junior
and the quarterback for our football team. He’s so amazing and I don’t think
she deserves to be with him. Okay, maybe I have a crush on Brad myself.
What happened last year on the first day of school?
I’m not sure I can talk about this, because it brings back awful memories. Do you want me to go all the way back to the rope line incident? I mean that’s what started all this.
Yes, tell us as much as you can.
Well, I got up on
the first day of school after having this incredible dream where I was popular
and a cheerleader and my boyfriend fed me a piece of chocolate cake because I
was thin and blonde and didn’t gain weight. Of course the truth is I am a
little overweight and my hair is dark brown and hangs like shriveled spaghetti.
But still this was a great dream, wouldn’t you agree? I wanted to stay in bed,
because when my alarm rang I realized I might run into Jennifer Taylor.
You see I hate her and I also want to be like her. It’s awful and here’s how it started. When I was in seventh grade we did the ropes course. One part of it , the zip line, required you to climb up to this platform and you were given a harness. When you got up there you had to clasp yourself to the line and then you could slide down. A few people went in front of me and then of course, Jennifer did it perfectly. When my turn came I froze. Then I started breathing funny, because I have this thing. I hyperventilate when I’m nervous and that day I started turning blue. If I can’t start breathing I can faint. I started feeling dizzy and couldn’t clasp myself onto the zip line. Jennifer was on the ground and saw me. The teacher saw me too and raced up the ladder to the platform. She said to me, “Breathe, Carolyn, breathe.” Then Jennifer started saying too and soon all the kids who had been on the line echoed her. As I came down the ladder I wanted a big hole to open up and swallow me. So then Jennifer started bothering me at odd times every day. She’d sneak up and say “Breathe, Carolyn, breathe.” Or she would whisper it in class when I had to go up to the board. We were in Math class together and I started to dread it. So when I was in her Math class again and the teacher put us together as partners I didn’t know how I could stand it.
What happened?
Well the first day
of school after being pushed together with her for a Math project I was put in
front of her in line for gym. I don’t know what happened, but all of a sudden I
didn’t want to be anywhere near Jennifer and I started hyperventilating until I
fainted. I guess that’s when I got connected to Jennifer in a much more serious
way.
Oh, my goodness, your story has more to it?
Oh yes, I learned
way too much about Jennifer and wound up holding her secrets for a long time. I
mean, I did meet Brad and well, I don’t think I can say anymore. This is all
really painful to talk about, you know?
I guess if you want to learn more about what happened that
year you will have to read the book, If I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor
from MuseItUp Publishing in print or as an ebook.
Thank you, Wendy, for hosting us today.
My pleasure, Carolyn. I know talking about these
things is hard for you, but you did very well.
Wendy: Well that was an interesting interview. Thank you Barbara and Carolyn. It is clear Carolyn has been most forthcoming with her author. Sometimes when we stand back and listen we learn much more than if we probe.
If I
Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor - available from MuseItUp
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BTW, in this BLOG SWAP, YA Author, Barbara Ehrentreu, is hosting me on her blog, Barbara's Meanderings , today, where I talk about my YA novel, 'The Unhewn Stone', set in medieval Switzerland.
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Thursday, 7 June 2012
Short Story Writing
Anne Duguid invited me to write a post for the wonderful blog Slow and Steady School for Writers which she designed especially for serious writers. As an editor, Annie knows what writers need to know to get published. Slow and Steady School for Writers is a blog I have book-marked and keep the icon on my desktop because of the wealth of information and assistance Annie and her Guests provide.
I'm thrilled to participate.
I have a BA in English Literature and Classical Literature which I draw on for my novel writing, but I also have a diploma in Professional Writing (English, Fiction, and Freelance Journalism), from International Correspondence Schools (Australia), so I decided to talk about the five, three and two tiered plot framework, I learned about, there, regarding the short story. There are lists and links to make gathering the essential ingredients easier.
You'll find Annie's blog and my post at http://slowandsteadywriters.blogspot.com.

Orphaned, lonely and bullied little Billy battles to survive but his stubborn streak and false friends result in his failure to thrive. Billy needs a miracle. Without it he will die.
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Perfect Bianca has discovered a flaw, which if discovered by the Rulers, will cost her her life. For the past year she has hidden her restlessness by means of the ingenious birthday present her husband provided. Now, on her thirty-third birthday her primative behaviour and thought patterns have returned; stronger and more dangerous.
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Available MuseItUp Bookstore Amazon
I'm thrilled to participate.
I have a BA in English Literature and Classical Literature which I draw on for my novel writing, but I also have a diploma in Professional Writing (English, Fiction, and Freelance Journalism), from International Correspondence Schools (Australia), so I decided to talk about the five, three and two tiered plot framework, I learned about, there, regarding the short story. There are lists and links to make gathering the essential ingredients easier.
You'll find Annie's blog and my post at http://slowandsteadywriters.blogspot.com.

Orphaned, lonely and bullied little Billy battles to survive but his stubborn streak and false friends result in his failure to thrive. Billy needs a miracle. Without it he will die.
Short Chapter Book for middle graders. $2.50

Perfect Bianca has discovered a flaw, which if discovered by the Rulers, will cost her her life. For the past year she has hidden her restlessness by means of the ingenious birthday present her husband provided. Now, on her thirty-third birthday her primative behaviour and thought patterns have returned; stronger and more dangerous.
Happiness Guaranteed
SF -Mainstream-Short story $2.50
Available MuseItUp Bookstore Amazon
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