Isn't the title of this post ridiculous? Someone emailed me a list of 50 words GUARANTEED to attract readers. By the way, guaranteed is one of the words.
"You'll be astonished. You won't believe what happened next, etc" Then I read the post and, you know what? I'm not astonished, I do believe it because... yawn that's what usually happens.
This post is really supposed to be about my new book but I'll get to that later. The email with the 50 words almost frightened me. Not because I fall for the words but because I no longer do.
The overuse of superlatives is killing my sense of excitement, and I bet it's doing the same for yours. If something is interesting, just say so. If you loved something just say, I loved it, I hope you do too.
Anyway, that's my rant for the day. If I got you here under false pretense and you were not astonished, stunned, etc my apologies.
My next post will absolutely be about Shapeshifter Prophecy . All I will say at the moment is it's now available on Amazon as a pre-order and will become immediately available on Sept 15th.
Also, isn't the cover great?
Yesterday I took a day off from working on my new book. I went to the Del Mar Racetrack to cheer and jeer at all the horses I bet on that won and that lost.
I'm a big better. I've been know to bet $10 on a boxed Exacta. That's where you bet which two horses will come in first and second, then you cover your bet by boxing it. Which means the same two horses have to be first and second but it doesn't matter which wins and which is second. In other words, I'm a small time better.
It wasn't always that way. I spent one summer at Del Mar (years ago) with a friend betting in the thousands. We were absolutely delighted when we came out slightly ahead for that season. Imagine the fun of winning a $10 bet and collecting maybe $30. Now magnify the intensity of that fun (not to mention possible heart attacks) by hundreds. Ah those were the days,
Anyway, I had a great Mexican lunch, a few drinks and came away with a profit of fifty cents! Fun in the sun!
Actually I wasn't really shirking my work. As soon as my alter ego, Jess Allison finishes the Cancordian Adventures series, I'm going to start work on a romantic mystery series that takes place at various racetracks.
Next blog I promise to show you my cover for Shapeshifter Prophecy, the second in the fantasy series.
A few weeks ago I was traveling though a small town in northeast California. I stopped at a hamburger joint for lunch. Afterwards I was getting into my car when I glanced up the street and saw something that made me smile.
Three men, or rather two men and a boy were getting out of a pick-up truck, I imagine they were father, son and grandfather. All three wore jeans, boots and cowboy hats. Now there's nothing unusual to see men in boots and cowboy hats getting out of a pick-up truck west of the Mississippi. But I smiled because I thought I recognized them. Mind you I could barely make out their features, in fact I was mostly seeing them in silhouette. So how could I recognize them?
All three were lean as a whip, and I do not exaggerate. And that's what I recognized. That's why they were familiar, yet very strange in this time and place. When I was growing up, all the way into my teens, most of the men I saw, including my father and brother, were lean. Not thin, not "not fat", but lean.
After watching the two men and the boy with great pleasure I looked around me. About half of the people I saw were "not fat" and some I saw were a little overweight, and a lot of people were downright obese...including myself.
What have we done to ourselves? What have we allowed to be done to us? High fructose corn syrup is in just about everything we eat. We are seduced by fat, corn syrup and salt.
Remember the nicotine that the tobacco CEOs swore wasn't addictive? What has been added to our food so that we are never, never full enough until were are sick to our stomachs and sick of ourselves? Why is there a multi-billion dollar diet industry?
Yes, we need to get off our asses and move. But it's become like a treadmill, the faster you run, you're still in one place.
I loved seeing those guys. I loved being reminded of one thing that really was better in the good old days.
Thanks for letting me rant. Next blog I really must get around to telling you about my new book, Shapeshifter Prophecy!
When I first started this writing gig (I was five or six when I wrote my first book) I had no idea of the shear volume of things a writer was expected to do.
Just sit down, pluck a story from the hundreds that swirled around my head, write it down and voila! Yeah, right.
Mind you, I'm not complaining...well yes, I am. I still wouldn't have any other job. Take Gray Eyed Glory, that's its new cover in the corner. Why does it need a new cover? My answer is, why do I need a new dress every once in a while?
Why, every once in a while, do I add new metadata to the front, and now the back of the book? Because I want my book to stay relevant.
Not too long ago, authors were regarded, by me at least, as far away gods. In fact, it was hard for me to believe real people actually wrote these magic tomes that carried me away to other worlds. Now they have websites and blogs. At first I almost resented learning my favorite authors got toothaches and had to pick their kids up from school. In fact I think I wrote a blog about it. Now I've come to think of them almost as friends.
And that's what this blog is all about. It's kind of nice to step back and say to my readers, "Hi, I'm a real person and I think I'd like you a lot if we ever get to meet.
I want to tell you about a writer friend of mine. His name is Brandon Hale and he writes paranormal horror stories. They're very popular. But lately most of Brandon's time has been taken up battling cancer, and I do mean battling. So a number of his writing friends got together and wrote about 30 short paranormal horror stories. The kindle version of this anthology tops out over 400 pages and costs $4.99 If vampires and werewolves are your thing check out The Bitten. Also look at other works by Brandon. Day Soldiers is well worth a read.
The title of my new book (or the new book of my alter ego, Jess Allison) is Shapeshifter Prophecy.
Thank you Suzy for pointing out my crazy spelling and for your kindness in attributing it to euphoria.
"Honest judge, I'm innocent. Euphoria made me do it."
Next time I'll post the new cover from my cover designer, Dawn Smith of DarkDawnCreations. I love it, and hope all the readers of The Cancordian Adventures will, too.
Lucky me, I've finally landed in Paradise, AKA Encinitas, a small beach town in San Diego county about 30 miles from the Mexican border.
I wanted a three bedroom house with a view of the ocean, and a walled yard with lemon and orange trees. It's nice to want things. Gives you focus.
What I got was a one bedroom apartment on the third floor with a small patio overlooking jacaranda trees and scarlet bougainvillea.
I can't exactly see the ocean from my patio but I can easily walk down to it, and I do. I love it.
Now all I need is more furniture and less boxes cluttering up my living room. It's nice to have a goal.
The picture above is the road in front of my place, leading down to the ocean. It constantly temps me from my computer.
Further adventures to follow. Oh, forgot to mention my new book, under the pen name Jess Allison, SHAPESHIFTER PROPHECY due out soon.
My friend, Nick Russell, a NY Times best selling author and all around good guy has a mystery series out that I think all you mystery fans will love. THE BIG LAKE mysteries have it all; small town, interesting characters and big stories. Follow this link to a good time? http://www.amazon.com/Big-Lake-ebook/dp/B00522RM48/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1321151688&sr=1-1
Enjoy life, read THE BIG LAKE by Nick Russell.
No, this isn't a pelican, unfortunately I was enjoying the view so much I forgot to snap a picture. But this is the Encinitas, Ca beach, my old stomping grounds.
I've thought of returning to beautiful Taos, NM, and I still may. But for now, I'm falling back in love with Encinitas and thinking of beach bumming for a few years. Writing and beach bumming, what could be better for someone like me?
For all you millions of my readers (and the few thousands who really do read my work) Encinitas is in Southern California, in San Diego county. It's about 30 miles from the Mexican border. The nearest Mexican city is Tijuana, also know as TJ.
I have mixed feelings about TJ, but since I haven't been there for years and years, I think I'll revisit it before I write anything denigrating about it.
Have any of you been to Encinitas? Been to San Diego? Love it? Hate it? Couldn't believe people really live as if getting up and jogging in the morning is more important than closing down the house?
Enjoy life, read a book.
The clock tower on the Ferry building and inside the building, where they have all sorts of wonderful restaurants and shops, the cheese shop.
By the way, my two main characters in my new mystery are behaving very badly. Each is going off on his and her own, completely ignoring me. But what do I know, I'm only the author.
Bye for now. Enjoy life, read a book.
Alison Blake is both a novelist and a playwright. At the moment she is in a traveling mode and will be blogging from various stops on her journey.