Friday, August 31, 2012

Genre Hopping

Sometimes I worry that what I've written makes no sense. What I mean is, I have a YA zombie novella, a Princess picture book, and a short story that's adult romance, (along with a couple other things.) These things do not go together.

What does that say about me as a writer? Does it mean that really I just haven't found my niche yet? My voice? Does it mean I have no idea what the heck I'm doing?

Well, maybe.

But then I think of M.M Kaye. (I love M.M. Kaye.)

The first book I read of hers was The Ordinary Princess. It is an early middle grade novel. I read it when I was young, (many years ago) and it was-and still is-one of my favorite books ever! Princess Amy is sweet and strong and totally herself, which I love. The book is fun and playful and I can't imagine any young girl not enjoying it.

The Ordinary Princess
She illustrated this book herself!

It wasn't until many years later that I found out that she wrote for adults, too. Mainly, actually. Her most well known book is The Far Pavillions, a historical fiction. (I would say historical romance, but it is so much more than a romance.)

The Far Pavilions

She also wrote a series of cozy mysteries. The Death In series. (As in, Death in Zansibar, Death in Kenya, etc.) I've read most of them and they are a lot of fun. They are filled with wonderful, interesting characters getting into trouble.

Death in Zanzibar

She wrote many other books as well, but these examples illustrate the point I'm trying to make. She wrote in a number of different genres, and different age groups. And she did it really well.

Now, I'm not saying I think I will be able to write different genres as well as Ms. Kaye did, but I am going to let myself write whatever I feel like writing and not worry too much right now about whether my manuscripts 'go together.'

And if you have never read any M.M. Kaye, I highly recommend her! Have a great weekend everyone!

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Hello Again

I'm sorry I haven't been around much lately. Things have been busy. But I plan to be a better blogger! School starts next week and I will be down to just two kids at home. I'm not sure how it will go, I've been thinking I'll have more time but it occured to me yesterday that my third child might be far more dependent on me to entertain her once her brother and sister are gone. Wish me luck!

Today I am over on Susanna Leonard Hill's blog for Would You Read it Wednesday. If you have a chance, hop on over and check it out! Susanna has a wonderful and fun blog.

I will be back again on Friday, posting about someone whom I admire. (Like I said I would do on Fridays, but then haven't really done. Whoops.)

Monday, August 20, 2012

Theater Baby

My daughter, Maggie and I were recently in a play called The Last Boy in Blue. It was written by a local playwright about local events during the Civil War.
It was a great show and I was happy to be a part of it.
Maggie, being adorable, stole the show. :)
We had our cast party last night and she won a 'Witty' (the theater group is Wit's End Theatre)
for best new actor, under the age of one. ;)

Maggie and me backstage.

Maggie had her own dressing room.
She was quite the diva.

One picture of the guys, they did a wonderful job!

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Team Plot Twists

I am so excited for the What If blog fest! I love fairy tales, so this is right up my alley. I've already read a bunch of great entries, and I know there are more coming. :) A big THANK YOU to Cassie, Morgan, Leigh, and Mark!

They are dividing up the judging as follows:
· Best Plot Twist - Cassie
· Best Love Story - Morgan
· Best Tragedy - Leigh
· Best Comic Relief - Mark

You can click on any of the links above to go sign up!
I've decided to join Team Plot Twists with my new spin on Cinderella.

The shoe was the second thing Ella noticed when she stepped into her house that night. The first was the blood pooling under her father's back. The stiletto, just a few feet away, was the same shade of red.

Her eyes had been drawn to it as she ran to her father's side. She knew right away who it belonged to, even though she'd never seen it before. It was always that way with her and shoes. One look and she knew things about the person who owned them, sometimes more than she wanted to know.

It was how she'd known that woman was pure evil the moment she had stepped into their lives last year in a pair of hideous black and white pumps. Her father hadn't seen it. He'd married her anyway. And now the life was bleeding out of him, and it was all because of her.

Tears seared down her cheeks and her chest burned with anger as she held her father's cold hands.

She would make her pay, somehow. Ella knew she couldn't go to the police with a secret-spilling red high heel. She needed real proof, and it was going to take a lot more than proving that the shoe fit.

Friday, August 10, 2012

Kyra is Here and I'm Somewhere Else

I'm over at Falling For Fiction today, but I brought someone else here to entertain you. :)
I have the amazing Kyra Lennon on my blog today as part of her blog tour for Game On.
She is sharing an excerpt with us. I'll let her tell you about it.

Game On - Out Now!
This scene occurs in Chapter Two, shortly after Radleigh McCoy swore he’d stop trying to mess with Leah’s head by constantly hitting on her, and generally making her job difficult. She didn’t entirely believe him, but she wasn’t expecting this when she got called to her boss’ office!


Richard Bailey was a legend, highly regarded as one of the top U.S players of all time. In his youth, he played for the Westberg Warriors and as well as being a skilled goal scorer, he was once considered the hottie of the soccer world. Twenty-five years on his looks had faded a little. The stress of managing such a high profile team had aged him but he was still as fit, if not fitter than most of the guys he trained.

“Hi,” I said, peering into his office. “You wanted to see me.”

His head snapped up. “Leah, yes. Come in. Sorry to pull you away from work but I need to clear something up.”

I stepped inside, closing the door behind me. “What’s the problem?”

“Radleigh McCoy has made a complaint about you.”

It took a moment for the words to sink in. He made a complaint about me?

 “Don’t worry too much,” Richard said. “I had to follow this up but I know how McCoy is. If people don’t bow down to him he thinks they’re disrespecting him. I just want to hear your side. He says you’re treating him differently than the other players. That you’ve been bad-mouthing him.”

Oh, in his filthy-minded dreams!

“Bad-mouthing him? Richard, with an ego that size, do you think he’d even notice an insult?”

I hadn’t intended to blurt out exactly what was on my mind without thinking, but Richard gave an almost undetectable smile. “You’ve got the measure of him then?”

“Damn right I have. He’s got a bee in his bonnet because I answered him back in front of Bryce Warren on Saturday. Aside from that, I’ve been nothing but professional with him. Geez, if anyone should be complaining, it’s me!”

“You have a complaint to make about McCoy?” Richard asked, halting my verbal diarrhoea.

The last thing I wanted was for Richard to think I couldn’t deal with him. After all, part of the reason he hired me was because I was ‘feisty.’  Richard had unknowingly given me the perfect opportunity to report McCoy for his endless come-ons but I had no intention of letting either of them think I couldn’t cope.

I shook my head. “It’s nothing I can’t handle. He’s just been a bit … suggestive.”

“Leah, if he’s hassling you, you need to tell me because I take this kind of thing very seriously.”

“It’s nothing,” I insisted. “But if things change you’ll be the first to know.”

Especially since he’s been so petty.

 “So what happens now?” I asked. “Do I get an official warning or something?”

Richard shook his head. “Nothing official. You don’t even deserve to be here now. However, if you could be extra nice to him for a few days you’d be doing me a huge favour. I can tell him I’ve had a word with you, and everyone’s happy.”

He was playing it fast and loose with his definition of happy. Being ‘extra nice’ to McCoy sounded more like a punishment than a prize but when the alternative was a black mark against my name, I had no choice but to take it.

I excused myself, taking a few deep breaths before heading out to the pitch. Freya’s comment about McCoy playing games echoed in the depths of my mind. Less than forty-eight hours ago, he’d attempted to call a truce, yet I’d just had my arse hauled into Richard’s office over something I hadn’t even done.

Well. Game on, McCoy. Game. On.

You can find Game On at Amazon by clicking here.

Monday, August 6, 2012

This Week

I have a busy, but exciting, week ahead of me. My ten-month-old daughter and I are in a play in our home town, written by a local playwright. The play is very good and I'm really excited about it.

On Wednesday the Foreign Affairs anthology, which has my short story, Dimples and Roses, in it is coming out. I added a little thing over there ---> (down under the 'about me') about it and my pen name, Georgia St. Mane.

On Friday Kyra Lennon will be here for her blog tour for her debut novel Game On. Awesome! And I will be over at Falling for Fiction. :)

So what about you guys? Big plans this week? Anything you're particularly excited about?

Friday, August 3, 2012


I've decided that on Fridays I'm going to write about someone who inspires me. It might be another writer or blogger, someone I've read about, or (gasp) someone from my real life.

Today it is someone from my real life. My husband. He's so amazingly handy and artistic. He painted these in our kids' bedroom:

Isn't that cool? And he did that freehand. The kids love it. Now he's going to build them a built-in bunk bed. They are crazy excited.

He has also made me a jewelry box, with a beautiful carving on it, and a fairy house  for Christmas one year.

He built this play house for the kids with my step-dad, (another pretty amazing guy.)

So yeah, he's pretty much awesome. He's talented and very hard-working. He's much better at actually getting things done than I am. That's one of the many ways that he inspires me. If I just stay focused, it can be done!

Plus, he's pretty darn cute. ;) (He'd kill me if he saw this, but the truth is, he doesn't read my blog, so I'm safe.)

Thanks for the inspiration, Luke!

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Insecure Writer's Support Group

I almost forgot that it was IWSG day! Oh geez, what insecurity should I pull out of my giant bag of insecurities? (There are so many to choose from.)

Okay, here's a big one.

What if it never happens?

What if I work at this my whole life and never ever get a book published? I would love to say that I love writing, and I'd be doing it either way, so I really don't care. Now, while the first part of that sentence is true, the last part isn't. I do care.

Plus, so many people know. They know I'm trying to do this, which means they'll all know if I fail. (Honestly, if I had never told anyone, then I really don't think I'd care as much if it never happened.)

Okay, so focus on what really matters. I'm a goal type person. (Which is kind of weird. I never actually realized this of myself until my sister pointed it out once.) So I like having a goal to work toward. Right now, publication. That's it. I haven't thought past that at all. (Seriously.) But I know that if I reach that goal another new goal will come up.

And if I don't reach that goal? Well, I have been lucky enough to reach my goals in life that really did matter to me. I have a lovely family, and being a mom was always my number one goal. (No matter how old-fashioned that makes me sound.) I love being a mom, and my kids think I'm pretty good at it, at least so far. :)

So, bottom line, I will continue to work toward my goal of getting published. But if it doesn't happen it's not like I will go to my death bead feeling like a failure. So I guess I'm okay with it after all.

ps. We are getting new carpet in our kids' bedroom, so we have a bunch of chaos and messiness in our house right now. In other words, it may take me awhile to get to everyone's posts, but I will!