love for the book

February 19, 2017

Debris & Detritus, the lesser Greek gods running amok --  a fantasy anthology collection of short stories

The Night I Shot Johnny Valentine, by Max Adams, an excerpt from the fantasy anthology Debris and Detritus

 

In other news, the short story The Night I Shot Johnny Valentine, by yours truly, is coming to you in the fantasy anthology Debris & Detritus February 14th and now available for :::pre-order on Amazon:::

Yay!

 

 

 

3 weeks!

January 23, 2017

Debris & Detritus

3 weeks till the release of the sassy fantasy anthology I contributed too, Debris & Detritus the Lesser Greek Gods Running Amok, featuring my short story The Night I Shot Johnny Valentine along with more great stories from other fabulous writers like author Toni McGee Causey and author and editor Patricia Burroughs — and more. Yay!

 

:::Check it out on Amazon:::

 

anthology ahoy!

December 20, 2016


Remember when I told you I have a story coming out in an anthololy? Well there was a slight publication delay but the anthology Debris & Detritus: The Lesser Greek Gods Running Amok has arrived. Yay!

Okay almost arrived, it technically arrives on February 10th. It is availalbe for pre-purchase now however. And it contains my sassy story The Night I Shot Johnny Valentine. Yay!

Also look at the cover. Ooh, ahh, pretty!


Debris & Detritus: The Lesser Greek Gods Running Amok



 

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BTW, you whacky movers and shakers, if you are entertained by me talking about attending a product party, just think how entertained you might be when I talk about Hollywood. Never thought about that, did you, sports fans?

Maybe you should get the book. Or not. How long is your attention span?

 

the book battle

September 8, 2015

 

Calvin & Hobbes

I’m in this huge battle to give up books. This became really clear in the Seattle move when the movers told me I was moving 5 thousand pounds and 2 thousand of them were books.

 

I’ve been trying to give up books ever since.

 

In varying degrees, I am winning. I’m down like 1,500 pounds of books since then, and with every new move, it goes down a little more. And I move a LOT. Now it’s down to at least 500 pounds or less.

 

I worry about my priorities. I’ll be sorting through a stack of books and hit Calvin & Hobbes and say, Oh fuck you absolutely not, those stay. Or Captain Underpants. He stays, God Dammit!

 

I suspect this doesn’t much say I am an adult.

 

tnnsg does christmas

December 4, 2014

TNSSG 2 for 1 Deal

CHRISTMAS 2 for 1 SALE! Order your copy of The New Screenwriter’s Survival Guide now through January 1st and it will arrive WITH AN EXTRA BOOK FOR A FRIEND.

:::ORDER BOOK:::

:::ABOUT THE BOOK:::

a library story

November 4, 2014

 

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I went back to the town —

 

 

 

 

I went to high school in.

Okay not really the town I went to high school in. A town on a long highway lined by small towns where I lived and one of those towns, I went to high school in. And another, I lived in.  Actually, many of them I lived in.

It was a long road.  Highway 101. And the towns were very small. Lining Highway 101.  Far north.

It had been years since I was there.
 


 
I was appalled the library had moved off the main street to some back street. It wasn’t even in a real building. It was in a trailer. Surrounded by gravel. Like, real gravel. Small town gravel. This is what they do for parking lots in small towns when they don’t pave them. And if you don’t know what that means, well, that means you don’t know small towns.
 


 
I thought, Well this is where I am from, the library should at least have my book. So I went in and donated some copies of my book.

 


 

The librarian asked me to sign the books. I wasn’t sure how to sign books to a library. I am used to signing books to people.

I think I put something funny down like, To my friends and fans at the library, Love Max. Then I went on about my business trying to take care of things family while I was there. Very few of which worked out.
 


 
Later I was living on a mountain. There’s not much to do on a mountain besides chop wood, feed the fire, and make sure the water lines are still open. Or catch poison oak crawling through underbrush to fix water lines. Or — well this is not about mountain living.

This is a library story.

I hit the library for books.
 


 
At the library, they told me, You have to have a street address or something to prove an address. A utility bill or something. And I said, Well I got nothing, I’m on a mountain, no street address, no utilities, all mail is going to general delivery, I guess I am toes up here at the library.

Then the librarian who was there when I brought in books to donate came out and said, Wait, aren’t you the author who donated books?

And I said, Yes.

And she said, She’s okay. Give her a library card. And books.
 


 
I read about 500 books out of that library for the three months I was on that mountain. And was really glad I had donated those books.

 

 

Yes, it is all site madness all the time —

So the book site got overhauled too. Yay!

 

The New Screenwriter's Survival Guide

 

Pretty, ain’t it?

While we’re on the subject of the book, a pop quiz:

Have you read the book?

[ ] Yes. Yay! You are my favorite!
[ ] No. Boo! Get off my blog!

If you have read the book, have you posted an Amazon review?

[ ] Yes. Yay! You are my favorite!
[ ] No. Boo! Get off my blog!

 


In the off chance you failed that pop quiz, you can buy AND review THE BOOK ON AMAZON.

Go on now, what do you want to do, fail the next pop quiz?

:::GO NOW:::

 

 

Patricia Burroughs, This Crumbling Pageant

This is a guest post from the fabulous Patricia Burroughs, who has somehow run below the radar to talk about exactly what I told her not to talk about on my blog.

 


Of [Redacted] and Aubergine

Max wouldn’t let me write about [redacted]. I had to do that on Magical Words where I wrote about [redacted] and how Max mentored/bullied me into writing about them even though I Did. Not. Want. To).

Yes, there is Irony there.

So instead, I am writing about fashion.

Max is the Goddess Max in my pantheon for many reasons, one of which is her fabulous sense of design and All Things Fashion, including the Screenwriter’s Uniform in The Screenwriter’s Survival Guide.

And so when she nixed any mention of [redacted] on her blog, even though she made me write about them in my script, I decided I would write about fashion instead.

The problem is, I didn’t spend a lot of time writing about fashion in my dark epic fantasy, This Crumbling Pageant. And when I did write about fashion, I am not at all sure I wrote in such a way that Max, the Goddess of All Things Fashion, would approve.

I wrote about aubergine.

Aubergine is the French word for eggplant, that dark, dark purple that is almost black. In England in 1811, including the Magical version of England I write about, it is only worn by elderly dowagers.

Certainly not by young girls being presented to the Queen and to Society.

Persephone Fury’s sister [a beautiful duchess and a goddess of fashion in her own right] chose a lovely pale blue for her to wear.

But Persephone’s older brother interferes:

  

“Good gods,” Cosmo drawled. “So this is what they did to you?”

She blinked up at him, not believing her ears.

“I told them at all costs to avoid yellow, but I never dreamed they’d stick you in infant shades.”

She swallowed thickly. She looked nice; she knew she did.

“You’re fortunate to have me as your brother, poppet.” He sauntered into the room, waving the door shut behind him, locking it with a flex of his fist. “I thought they’d never leave.”

“What are you doing?” she demanded, fighting tears, all warm feelings gone in a flash. She curled her fingertips into her palms in an effort to calm herself. “You’re a wretch, Cosmo Fury, a wretch!”

He winced. “Oh good gods, and they even put a padded corset on you?”

She crossed her arms across her small breasts, her humiliation complete. She wouldn’t go downstairs, would never go downstairs, would leave London and never return.

“My sweet poppet, you’ll thank me.”

 

Should a seventeen-year-old girl ever have her older brother interfere and snatch away the dress the women in her family chose for her and replace it with one that doesn’t suit current fashion and worse, is an old woman color?

I guess it’s kind of obvious to say, read the book and find out. [Hey, that’s what blog tours are about, saying, read my book!]

This Crumbling Pageant is a book about magic and evil, about action and violence, about dark things and Dark things, about secrets and lies, and even in a scene or two, about [redacted].

But, it also has its moments of fashion, because this hero’s journey is happening to a girl.

And if that includes girly things like her menarche, her crush on the first man she meets, and her desire to be pretty for him?

Even better.

As for being trotted before Society to find a husband to further her family’s political ambitions…

Well, they can try.

And as for Max, and her opinions on the fashion choices in the book? Well, Max is always right. That’s a given.

But my characters? Will Persephone in aubergine be considered an Original or an Oddity?

The jury’s still out on that one. You’ll just have to read it to find out!

This Crumbling Pageant is available in print and digital at Amazon, BN and Kobo.

 


Patricia BurroughsNicholl Award-winning screenwriter and bestselling novelist Patricia Burroughs loves dogs, books, movies, and football. A lifelong Anglophile, she treasures her frequent travels in the British Isles researching The Fury Triad, the epic fantasy that has taken over her life and heart. She and her high school sweetheart husband are living happily ever after in their hometown of Dallas, Texas.

 

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