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Monday, October 29, 2012

From Rising Flames is Here!

Everyone, FROM RISING FLAMES has just been uploaded to the internet.

*Jumps up and down and does the happy dance*

Beginning today, Rhiannon's tale continues on e-readers around the world. Every site is different, so please don't freak out if the book is not immediately showing for your device. It'll get there. I promise. I love this story. I mean LOVE it. There's adventure, danger, fighting, faeries, surprises, quests, bloodshed, romance, tension, answers, questions, and a surprising new character who steals the stage. You're gonna love her!

It's been an exhausting weekend, so I'm gonna let you go for now. I have a giveaway planned for later in the week and it involves chocolate! Until then, happy reading.

~ Jamie

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Odd Things

I'm a writer. I write what's on my mind, when and where it reaches me. Sometimes, that's in the kitchen. Other times, at the park. Often, in the bedroom. Better yet, inspiration finds me while I'm at work. I'm at work right now and the muse is talking, which is a good thing. I work at a place that encourages my creativity.
While I'm sitting at my desk, typing away, I'm noticing how strange a place my office is. There's more here than just a photo of my family, a stapler, and a phone. There's also adventure and mystery. I'm surrounded by hundreds of objects that add life and color to my working environment. Here are a few of those objects I'm looking at:
A telescope.
A pillow with an embroidered dog on it
An empty flask
A Viking hat
A painting of a dragonfly
A leather purse
A diamond ring
A light bulb

Imagine the fantastic stories that one could create using these objects. The possibilities are neverending. I guess that's why my mind is always spinning, because there's always something odd to inspire me.
How about you? What odd things can you see right now?

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Cover Reveal: FROM RISING FLAMES

Ladies and Gentlemen, I present FROM RISING FLAMES.
 
 

Rhiannon thought the worst part of her life was over—she was wrong.
She lost everything last season: her rights as a faerie, her passion, and her love. Still grappling with the loss of her fiancĂ©, and determined to solve the mystery behind his death, Rhiannon wants nothing more than forgiveness from the Fae she betrayed. But a raging fire threatens to destroy her village and the bandit responsible for her pain has escaped—and he’s coming after her.
Will she redeem the mistakes of her past, or will everything she’s known and has left to love be consumed by rising flames?

 
Coming soon...very soon.

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Coming Soon

The cover reveal for FROM RISING FLAMES will be later this week. It's epic, folks. Stay tuned.

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Fitting In


I’m not a social butterfly. Nope. Never have been. Probably never will be. If there’s an event happening, chances are I’m off in a corner somewhere away from the excitement. I don’t need attention, I don’t want attention, and I certainly don’t go looking for attention. This should not be taken to mean that I don’t like people or I’m anti-social. I’m really quite friendly. I’m also comfortable in my own skin.

When I was in fourth grade, a substitute teacher was giving us a lesson about fitting in. “How many of you would like to be constantly teased?” she asked.

I raised my hand. I had been teased for as long as I could remember. To me, it was part of life. When I grew up, Jamie was not a common name for boys.

The substitute called on me and asked again, “You wouldn’t mind if everyone teased you?”

I shook my head. “It wouldn’t bother me,” I answered.

Trying to prove a point, the teacher told everyone in the class that they could tease me during the next recess. She might have thought I playing the role of the class clown and would back down, or she might have thought I would come sulking back from recess, sorry for my answer. (Of course, in today’s world, she’d be fired for what she did before the school day was done.) Regardless of her reason, she did it. She told the class to tease me during the next recess. They teased as best they could. I was called every name imaginable. I was chased and laughed at and had fingers pointed at me. Guess what? Recess ended, the teasing ended, and life went on. I didn’t cry, or sulk, or write everyone’s name down to seek revenge later in life. I took my lumps and moved on. (One girl tried teasing me after recess and I did get angry then because that wasn’t in the rules the teacher had given.) After that day, I don’t remember being teased again. Ever.

My point to this is that all of us are different for a reason. I think of the human race as a giant puzzle. We’re all pieces of that puzzle: some might have a straight edge or two; others none; while all have unique shapes that vary in subtle ways. We each have varying needs and wants and likes and appearances. And there’s a place for all of us in the puzzle—that’s what fitting in means. Alone, each piece is only part of the big picture, and without every piece, the puzzle isn’t complete.

Being a non-social type of person, I am inspired by stories of those who stand up to bullying and teasing. It’s hard to deal with such abuse and even harder to face it with strength. There’s no place for cruelty toward others in this world, and I believe that those who overcome such things are the champions of humanity.

Sometimes I’m good with words; I don’t think I was today. I just want people to know that humankind is better than those who choose to not let people fit in.

Monday, October 1, 2012

Sunset and Sky

 
Have you ever sat on the edge of a cliff and watched the sunset take over the landscape? That’s how I feel right now. There’s nothing special or magnificent about anything in particular that I want to share, only the love and the peace that I find when exploring my imagination. I think that’s why I enjoy writing. It’s a chance for me to open my mind and let ideas create my vision. There are no rules, no guidelines, and no limits to what can be formed. Find peace in your craft and you’ll never want for ideas again.
Happy dreaming.
~ Jamie