Monday, April 28, 2014

Review - Roan: The Tales of Conor Archer

Title -  Roan: The Tales of Conor Archer - Vol.1
Author - E.R. Barr
Genre - Fantasy
Available - Amazon Kindle

Book Description -


"Long ago, the Tinkers exiled themselves, sailing from the west of Ireland, their women weeping in despair over the men folk who had consorted on the sand with the shape-shifting Roan, non-human beings from Celtic myth. The sea-wives had returned in the shape of seals bearing pups that transformed to human children as soon as they touched the sand. 'Dark ones', the Tinkers called these offspring and claimed them as their own. Traveling to the New World, they found the spot where two rivers flowed together–a thin place, where myths from many cultures converged and legends came to life. There, for a century and a half, the 'dark ones' stayed hidden and the town kept their secrets.

That’s how Conor Archer heard it in the days after he arrived at Tinker’s Grove, Wisconsin. Three days earlier, the night his mother died, the seventeen year old was playing in a pickup band at a downtown Chicago Irish bar. A strange biker approached him, looked at Conor’s webbed hands, pronounced him kin, and then took a chunk out of the boy’s palm with weird pointed teeth. Racked with pain, he found himself at Buckingham Fountain, bleeding and delirious. He saw a woman there, washing her hair in the sparkling water. Dazzled by her beauty, he allowed her to wrap his bleeding hand in a piece of her dress. Incredibly, she aged to an old crone before his eyes, and then told him he had less than twenty-four hours to live. Conor made it back home to hold his mother as she passed, her last words a whisper for him to go to Tinker’s Grove, his only hope for salvation.


He did as she said; his fever left only when Malachy, the Abbot from the town monastery, took him down to the river where an old Indian Mound stood. With the twins, Jace and Beth Michaels by his side, they watched in wonder as something came out of the Mound, vaguely human, and healed the boy. A murky prophecy was spoken about Conor, but what he remembered more clearly was looking out at the river and seeing a shadow there of Piasa, the legendary Native American river demon, gazing at him with hungry eyes. Most of all he remembered Emily, his aunt, aged but loving, who took him in and gave him a home.

No peace for him though--he was changing. He ran in the night like a wolf and flew through the trees like an owl. Strange visions of what might be, and glimpses of otherworldly beings in the forest troubled him.

Conor’s nemesis is Caithness McNabb, wealthy landowner, who has a plan for power and riches for her and her three misbegotten sons. Selling land to a genetics company, she hires Dr. Nicholas Drake, respected bio-geneticist, to come and learn the secret of the ‘dark ones.’ Cate is motivated by Piasa, who whispers fame and glory to her in the night as she walks the banks of the Wisconsin River. The monster has told her who lives in the Mound, an immortal Welsh prince named Madoc, exiled by his countrymen centuries ago because of his strange affinity with the Roan. He’s Piasa’s mortal enemy, and an alliance with Cate will give Piasa the chance it needs to rise to power, spreading evil and chaos through town and countryside.

Into this web step Conor and his friends. When children go missing, townspeople panic thinking that their secret sins have come back to demand vengeance. Drake has abducted them and begins to experiment on them, seeking the source of their shape-shifting power.

All that Conor and his friends can do is awaken the power of the land and allow long dead myths to come to life. Conor, however, runs from who and what he is, becoming his own worst enemy. Beth carries his child and those who hate Conor need the infant to rise to power.

All seems lost as science and technology clash with myth and legend–two dying worlds trying to survive. The outcome will rest on whether Conor will accept who and what he is. Set in the present, but spanning centuries, a battle for humanity and the future of the world begins anew."


My Review:

This story was definitely up my alley. I love fantasy - epic, urban, paranormal, you name it. And this story hit the spot. For most people this wouldn't be considered a fast read, but I devour books at an insane rate, and this one flowed perfectly. A fantastic tale, crafted by E.R. Barr, this novel tells the story of Conor Archer who ultimately must decide whether or not he wants to accept his fate about who he is. And his decision will ultimately decide the fate of so many others.
This was a well thought out and well written story, that was highly detailed. I loved how the author incorporated so many different cultures and myths throughout the story. It really made for an intriguing read. The perfect hero's journey, this is one book you don't want to pass up! *****5 Stars*****

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Thank You, John Carpenter.

      Growing up, one of my favorite holidays was Halloween. I used to love being able to dress up and pretend that I was someone or something else (it was just the actress in me). Obviously my favorite part of the holiday, was, of course, the candy. But that's not what this post is about. 
        
       My least favorite part of Halloween, was getting scared. I grew up with two older brothers so you can see where this is going...You'd think they would be the ones who would perpetually torment me, but ironically, it was neither. My dad absolutely loved to watch scary movies. Anything scary. From the time I was very young there was always something along the lines of a horror or suspense movie playing, so you'd think I'd be accustomed. But the truth was, I was terrified. 

       When I was about 5 or 6 years old, I remember my family watching a movie titled, Halloween. 

I remember the excitement I felt - I mean it was about my favorite holiday right? How could have I been more wrong. Bottom line to this - I shouldn't have been watching the movie. My parents were usually really good about taking me to another room while they watched. But my curiosity was so great, I believe my dad let me watch, in hopes I would get scared and be through with it. How right was he. I was absolutely scared. Terrified. Traumatized. What made matters worse was the teasing that I received after the fact. 

My dad loved me. Loves me. But he did have a tendency to tease - a lot. He started small - "Don't do that otherwise Michael will come and get you." or "You don't want Michael to come visit you, do you?" or my least favorite "Don't go down the hallway, Michael might be waiting." He even went and tapped on my window, and claimed it was Michael. 

I spent too much of my young life absolutely terrified of a man in mask. THAT DIDN'T EXSIST! 

I had tried over the next few years to watch and re-watch the movie. To no avail. Still terrified. 

Fast forward 10years. I was doing a play and before a performance, we were all in the green room preparing and one of the actors decided to get on the piano and play a few songs. Little did I know the events that would follow. *Mind you - NO ONE knew how terrified Halloween had made me.

A few moments later the lights went out and the haunting melody started to play. I absolutely was beside myself. I felt my chest tighten and I literally started to feel light headed. I was in shock. Was he  really playing the Halloween theme? Although it ended soon, it didn't stop me from curling up in a corner, arms wrapped around my knees. I was embarrassed. Terrified. Angry. I hated how something could make me feel so panicked.  

Fast forward another 5 years.
I was working at a book store, and still having issues. I just couldn't seem to shake this. 
I went home one day and decided what the hell. My husband (boyfriend at the time) and I sat and watched the movie and the special features. And then it hit me. It wasn't the movie that I found scary.                

                                  
             NOT Michael Myers - as this was the man in the mask  



But the score. See, we muted the movie, and continued to watch for just a moment, and I realized what was truly scaring me. I was absolutely stunned. I couldn't believe that for all of those years I terrified by a goofy looking guy in a painted William Shatner mask and by music. I felt like an ass.





Fast forward once more.

Today, Halloween is by far one of my favorite horror films of all time. I have watched, re-watched and watched again this classic gem of a film. And went from utter petrification to, extreme love, and respect for this film, script, cast and of course the excellent score written by the amazing John Carpenter.


Currently I'm writing my first novel, which just happens to be a thriller. Like some authors that I know, I have compiled a playlist to listen to while I write. The "Halloween - Original Motion Picture Soundtrack" is on the top of my list.







Thank You, John Carpenter.
I know you'll never see this, but your creation is held in high regard.

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Today is The Day

Today is the day my muse returned.
Today is the day I'll use thoughts I've learned.
Today is the day I start to write.
Today is the day I win this fight.

A short rhyme, to clear my mind.

~A

Thursday, August 9, 2012

The Exception NOT The Rule

       "That's the exception, not the rule." I am completely fed up with this phrase! I hear this all the time at my job, and I can't tell you how mad it makes me. Frankly, I have gotten to the point where I feel that the people who use this phrase, use it, only when it accommodates them. You may be wondering why NOW I have chosen to vent my frustrations. And I am more than tickled to explain. 

I recently read an Article from LouisvilleKy.com The Pulse of the City, where an Author Spotlight was done on Sue Grafton, who is a Louisville native. During this article, I became enraged and offended, and to put it honestly, felt as though I had been given the finger. No, I apologize. I wasn't given the finger... but every hard working individual out there who can call him/herself an Indie Author was.

Sue was asked the following question:

Do you have any words of wisdom for young writers?

Her response was this:
Quit worrying about publication and master your craft. If you have a good story to tell and if you write it well, the Universe will come to your aid. Don’t self-publish. That’s as good as admitting you’re too lazy to do the hard work.
I was completely taken aback. LAZY?? Seriously. So someone who spends 18 of their 24hrs in a day, writing, promoting, networking, advertising, designing, editing - they're lazy? Excuse my language but are you F***ing crazy? I can think of so many Indie Authors who not only work full time jobs, but have full houses to take care of, and they are busting their humps to get their books out there.
I'm sorry, but to call them lazy, is not only rude and disrespectful, but its completely ignorant. We are in different times. The "keys to kingdom" (as one Indie Author I know puts it) have been handed over to Indie Authors and I feel that the traditionally published are not only jealous but they are scared and insecure. 
The interviewer goes on to ask the following:
In light of our Louisville neighbor John Locke’s blockbuster indie sales, and the growing percentage of each best-seller list being filled out by “indie” writers, do you still feel that advice is solid? I know it was the standard advice a few years ago, but is it still good advice?
If so, what hard work are indie success stories too lazy to complete?
Is it possible that indie publishing is more effective than querying agents & publishers, for the new writer? More and more agents and publishers seem to be treating indie books as the new slush pile.
And Ms. Grafton responds as such:
Good questions.  Obviously, I’m not talking about the rare few writers who manage to break out. The indie success stories aren’t the rule. They’re the exception. The self-published books I’ve read are often amateurish. I’ve got one sitting on my desk right now and I’ve received hundreds of them over the years. Sorry about that, but it’s the truth. The hard work is taking the rejection, learning the lessons, and mastering the craft over a period of time. I see way too many writers who complete one novel and start looking for the fame and fortune they’re sure they’re entitled to. To me, it seems disrespectful…that a ‘wannabe’ assumes it’s all so easy s/he can put out a ‘published novel’ without bothering to read, study, or do the research. Learning to construct a narrative and create character, learning to balance pace, description, exposition, and dialogue takes a long time. This is not an quick do-it-yourself home project. Self-publishing is a short cut and I don’t believe in short cuts when it comes to the arts. I compare self-publishing to a student managing to conquer Five Easy Pieces on the piano and then wondering if s/he’s ready to be booked into Carnegie Hall. Don’t get me started. Oops..you already did.  
Well Sue, here's the problem. YOU got me started. I will agree with her on the point, that there are a lot of amateurish self published books out there. Trust me, I've read them, as I ran a book review blog. But there are more books out there by incredible Indie Authors, that are a hell of a lot better than some of the traditionally published books I've read. Including yours Sue. 
See in my opinion, it all comes down to this - the reader. 
The Reader is the person, who, well g-o-l-l-y, is reading your book! Sur-prise Sur-prise Sur-prise! They are the only ones, in the end, who actually matter. Yes Sue they matter. They give you reviews. They give you sales. They really don't care whether you are a "trad" or an "indie" all they care about is the story and whether they liked it or not. They are the ones who are truly signing your paycheck.
So to conclude my rant, I'd like to end quoting a traditionally published author who said, "I think we’d all be well-advised to ignore the opinions of others." Well thanks Sue! I'll be sure to remember that. 
    
  

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Spread ♥ Not Hate

Most of us, at least once in our lives, have been an unfortunate victim of a hateful bully. And I don't just mean your typical playground bully who pushes you down because you won't give them your Fruit Roll-Up. I'm talking about being completely and utterly humiliated and criticized, over the way you walk or talk, what you wear, who you hang out with, your faith, your gender, your weight, or even your sexual orientation. Bullying can happen just about anywhere : school, work, church, and even home. I, myself, was a victim of bullying for over ten years - from my own father.


Bullying by definition is : an act of repeated aggressive behavior in order to intentionally hurt another person, physically or mentally. Bullying is characterized by an individual behaving in a certain way to gain power over another person. 

In other words - A bully wants control. They want to be the one in charge.


*** the following story is true ***

~*~ The bullying was always there, as far back as I can remember. We weren't allowed to go outside without permission. Check the mail without permission. Take a shower or bath without  permission - and when we did the time was limited. Practically breathe without asking to do so. I've been called every vile name in the book that you could think of ranging from A - Z, with fat, whore, b****, slut, just being the ones used most frequently. And, mind you, this was a daily occurrence. It got worse when he drank, which, as the years passed, turned from weekend to weeknight, evening to afternoon, and eventually all day. I think one of the worst things a parent can do to their children is to tell them that they don't love them. But I was told that frequently. 


The verbal abuse, slowly changed into physical, as well as mental. I couldn't go to sleep, there were many occasions when I was forced to sit up with him all night long and just talk, or play music for him while he drank. A typical nights sleep for me was maybe 3 hours at best. And this was just middle school. I went through a serious bought, of what I thought was depression during my 8th grade year - where I actually contemplated killing myself on more than one occasion. I absorbed myself into books and quickly started to surround my miserable existence, with any fictional one. 


The physical abuse became worse when I entered high school. Too many times was I forced to hide bruises, just to get through the day. I was choked, beat, kicked and even told to go take a life insurance policy out and kill myself. I was living in total hell. School became my sanctuary and I never wanted to go home. No one knew what was going on at my house and I was really to afraid to let anyone know, for fear of what he might do. I finally had enough my senior year in high school, and did what someone should have done all those years ago. I called the cops the night he went too far and beat me with a metal flashlight. He was arrested and had to do anger management for the next 6 months. 


It slowly got better, he drank less and stopped being physically abusive. He continued the verbal, but I knew better, and just ignored him. It escalated the year after I graduated high school and he kicked me out, when I started going to church. Today my relationship with my father is a very minimal one. My father is someone who is not only strong physically, but strong mentally. He is not someone who you would want to challenge. Yet my entire life, that is all I did. I challenged his behavior because I knew it was wrong. As much as he refuses to believe that he was the cause of many of my problems while I was growing up, I still can't help but love him. I forgive him because I know deep down, he is the one who truly needs help and who has the issues. I can forgive but I can't forget, and I don't think I ever will. ~*~




For those of you out there, who are being bullied or who ever have been, I implore you, please don't ever think it is your fault. It isn't. I spent too many nights crying myself to sleep wondering what I did wrong for him to hate me and not love me. Only now, after being out of that situation for 5 years, have I realized, I never did anything wrong. It wasn't my fault, I was a victim. Don't ever let anyone tell lies about you. To your face, to anyone else. You have to know in your heart who you are, no matter what someone says. And please don't hesitate to talk to someone, I know it may be difficult, you may be scared, alone, afraid of what people might say if you tell them whats going on, but you have to say something.


Today I'm married to the most wonderful man in the entire world who is my best friend and who has been there during the night terrors and the horrible dreams. The crying fits and the anger. I would not be here had he not rescued me. 


~AA~












Thursday, January 26, 2012

Author Thomas Amo: OFFICIAL UPDATE January 26, 2012

Author Thomas Amo: OFFICIAL UPDATE January 26, 2012: Just In Time For Spring Break! Here's an advance peek at the teaser poster for my upcoming YA Novel. HIGH SCHOOL IS HARD ENOUGH JUST BEI...

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Updates...Resolutions...etc.

So, I've essentially become non existent in the blogging world as of late. Not intentionally I assure you, but when you manage a bakery during the holidays, you really don't have time for anything else. With the recent passing of Turkey Day, Christmas and New Years,  I feel like time is moving so fast and I'm standing still. 

Being non existent in the blog world, doesn't mean I've been productively writing either. I'm only 12 pages into my novel, which at this point, seems to have a changing title every 30 minutes. And the cover???? Well that is a ridiculous story in itself.  Let's just say, that after careful thought and consideration, I now own Photoshop and will be doing my own artwork for book covers and posters in the future. 

I have started outlining for another project I'm working on, and I am quite excited about it! It wasn't a planned project, the idea was actually born out of frustration and anger, but it does seem to be shaping up.

~.~

So it's now 2012....another year gone and I guess it's time I figure out my resolutions for the year....

1. get my book finished! either of them, both of them...I'd just like to publish something this year.
2. move! this is a biggie as the husband and I detest where we live with a passion. mostly it's the neighbors, but its the city as well. I'd just like to move and have my own office... =) make me super happy.
3. blog more. i really need to keep up, i hate being off the radar just to pop in every once in a blue moon. 
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i could add soooo many more to this list but i think it would take me all year just to write this post!

anywho.... have a good year all!

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

we interrupt this program to bring to you......

the morning rant.....brought to you by: cranky me.
1: yes, it is my day off and i am up before 7am...
2: i have not had my coffee yet.
3: i really hate that movie trailer for mirror, mirror. sorry julia roberts, you just aren't evil enough for me.
4: why is it that just about everyone is complaining that billy crystal is hosting the oscars next year???? he's funny and talented, and frankly, i only watch when there is a decent host.
5: and why is it that my package from amazon was supposed to come yesterday, but noooo, thank you UPS, i'll have it today, by the end of the day....


thank you.


we now return you to your regularly scheduled programing.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Could It Be???

So how is it, that I'm only 9 pages into book one of my series and yet I seem to have found the covers for all three of my books!!!!?!?!?! Although this is extremely exciting, it's not official yet, I will update when I know more...but there are still a few more questions I have to ask myself...
Is it too good to be true? 
Am I ever going to finish book one?
Is it too early to be deciding on a cover for one book, let alone three?
Do I even have a decent story?
And when will I stop sounding like the ending of a SOAP episode??? O.o

all this and more......

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Why is it??? {my random thoughts}

Why is it, that I get my best ideas for writing when I'm not at home, or when I'm at work??? I mean, seriously?? It's not like I can stop helping a customer and go, "Oh, sorry, just a sec. I just figured out when and where the martians are going to attack." or...."OH OH!!! I figured out who the murderer is! Hold on I need to write this down."
It's not like I don't have any freedom at work, I do keep a notepad next to me to jot down ideas. But, it always seems that the best ideas, or even a writing streak, come at the most inopportune times  O.o

The other night I found myself comfortably lying in bed, drifting off into a dream state, when I had (what I thought was going to be) a writing breakthrough! I jumped out of bed, grabbed the laptop and started writing. I wrote 3 sentences...... Yes, you read right. 3 sentences. And the other morning before work, I wrote 8 words. LOL. I swear, at this rate, I'll have this book completed in about 20 years....

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

#AMWRITING

So of course I would title this blog post a twitter hash-tag...why? 
Because its #awesomesauce.
Ok seriously now, I am writing! I am so excited, I finally sat down and started this. Title - check. Series Title - Check. Prologue - check, and am currently working on Chapter 1! YAY for me....can I power out this book by say..... 
JUNE 14th 2012???? My birthday to be exact. Well, we'll see. I guess I can give myself a time limit, but then I don't want to push it. Let's just see where my imagination takes me.

~ash