Friday, November 30, 2007

Ducks and Other Fearful Distractions

by Jo Robertson

I was looking at some pictures of my granddaughter Annie the other day. Her family took a trip to Apple Hill, a beautiful place in the fall, where there’s a small fishing pond and a picnic area for children to play. Ducks swim on the water and waddle around the shore.

Initially the ducks fascinate Annie. She has no frame of reference to fear them. They look harmless enough. Pretty, too, with their white feathers and long "lellow" noses. Mommy whispers those noses are called beaks.

Annie reaches for one. It quacks or makes whatever frightening sound ducks make, startling her. She backs away, crying.


But, an hour later, with a little coaxing, and having become accustomed to them, their peculiar sound and smell, she inches forward.




By the end of the day Annie decides ducks are pretty cool.


Myself, I’m not the adventurous sort. I never cut class in high school. Really. I never sneaked out of the house at night. I never drove my dad’s car without permission. I never tried drugs in college even though it was the height of the hippie era. I avoided the deep end of the pool.

Like the words of that Kelly Clarkson song – I didn’t stray too far from the sidewalk.

There’s something wise and smart and cautious about not taking risks. Risk-takers often end up getting hurt. Or hurting other people.

When I was younger, I wanted to be a professional singer. After I was graduated from high school, I worked for the U.S. Government for eighteen months before college, lived at home, had a little extra money, and wanted so, so badly to take voice lessons from a professional instructor. But I was too chicken. I wouldn’t take the chance. I was afraid to risk embarrassment. Afraid I wasn't good enough.

As a result I didn’t sing my first solo until I was thirty-two in a small church in Jerusalem. The song was something about lighting a candle rather than cursing the darkness and every muscle in my body quaked like an aftershock -- but not my voice. My voice was clear and smooth and unfettered.

But you see, I could have done that at age seventeen or eighteen instead of thirty-two.

I know a lot of writers who never submit their work. Ironic, huh? That’s like a singer who won’t sing in the shower or a dancer who doesn’t tap his foot to the beat of the drum. But it’s true. Their convoluted logic is that if they don’t submit their work, they won’t face rejection.

There’s a concept that the more we do something, the easier it becomes. The task doesn’t get easier; our ability to accomplish the task becomes greater.

So my question for you is -- What have you learned to do that got easier with the doing of it? Come on, share those stories, folks. It doesn't have to be about writing. We writers get our inspiration and our perseverance from your successes!

Jo's Pumpkin Bread HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

3 1/2 cups flour
2 teaspoons soda
1 1/2 teaspoons salt
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1 teaspoon nutmeg
3 c. sugar
1 c. oil
4 eggs
2/3 c. water
2 cans canned pumpkin
Nuts (optional)

Mix wet ingredients well. Add nuts and dry ingredients. Bake at 350 degress in greased pans about 35 to 40 minutes. Do not overbake. This recipe works best in small loaf pans. Makes 6 small loaves or three large loaves.

Thursday, November 29, 2007

Party Favors!


Firstly, a big fat smoochy thank you to everyone who came to my launch party on Tuesday. I had such a lot of fun and you guys made it a real celebration for me! Mwah! And now for the important bit...

The winners of the consolation prizes of coverflats, the calendar and bits of stationery are:

Robyn E with her wonderful idea of having a hero party with no heroines permitted!

Bonnie for her fantastic Scottish extravaganza!


The winner of the signed copy of UNTOUCHED is:

Jennifer Y!!!

OK, girls, email your snail mail details to anna AT annacampbell DOT info and I'll get your prizes in the mail. Congratulations! And remember, you come back and see us now!

Holiday Gift to You!

by Suzanne Welsh
This year the Bandits are celebrating our first holiday season as a blog group. We talked in private how we could celebrate with you, our guests and readers. We decided to share some of our favorite traditions or foods with you. So starting today and ending with Boxing Day, December 26th, we'll have some of those favorite recipes for you to try, some great memories and stories to share with you, as well as some fabulous guests.

Every year after Thanksgiving I begin baking for the Christmas season. It's a tradition with my family that Mom is baking a new cookie or treat almost daily. Last year I'd injured my shoulder moving a patient and my husband realized that the stirring motion needed to make cookie dough was now impeded. So he bought me a new Kitchen Aid stand mixer..."so the kids can have their Christmas Cookies." Yeah right. Anyway, he saved the holiday season.


Here's the list that fluctuates depending on my mood and schedule:
Chocolate Mint Cookies
Buckeye Candy
Chocolate Covered Pretzels
Coconut Jam Thumbprints
Mexican Wedding Cakes (for hubby)
M and M Cookies made with green and red M and Ms
Peanut Butter Blossoms with Hershey Kisses
White Chocolate and Cranberry cookies
Raspberry Filled Pastries
Oatmeal Scotchies
and Cookie Cutter Sugar cookies my daughter ices with butter cream frosting.


The following recipe is one I actually make twice over the holidays. It's my kids' favorite, as well as several of their friends. The first batch always disappears quickly. My gift to all of you!

CHOCOLATE MINT COOKIES

I received this recipe while working at THE Ohio State University’s L&D unit. It became an instant hit with my family and a staple of every Christmas celebration from that time on.

Ingredients:
¾ cup butter
1 ½ cups firmly packed Dark Brown Sugar
2 TBS. Water
1 package semi sweet chocolate chips
2 large eggs
2 ½ cups all purpose flour
1 ¼ tsp. Baking soda
½ tsp. Salt
Green chocolate mint wafers, (Andes). About 1 pound.

Directions:

Heat butter, sugar and water in a large heavy saucepan over low heat until butter is melted. Add chocolate chips, stirring until partially melted. Remove from heat and continue stirring until chocolate is completely melted. Pour into a large mixer bowl and let stand about 10 minutes until slightly cool.

With mixer at medium speed, beat eggs in one at a time. Reduce speed to low and add dry ingredients, beating just until blended. Refrigerate at least one hour.

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Line 2 cookie sheets with foil. Roll tsp of dough into balls, place about 2 inches apart on cookie sheets. Bake 12-13 minutes. Cookies will appear soft. DO NOT COOK ANY LONGER.

Remove from oven and immediately place mint on each hot cookie. Let soften, then swirl mint over cookies to frost. (You can use the tip of a spoon or a toothpick.) Transfer to wire racks to cool completely.
HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO ALL OF YOU!

So is there a favorite food you have to have for the holidays or your celebration won't be the same?

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

REDECORATING THE CAVE

by Suzanne Welsh


This has been a productive week at my house. Yesterday I had three workmen stripping 1970’s era wallpaper and old chair rails from the dining room walls. They patched the plaster and filled holes from picture nails. Then they painted the eggshell white walls a lovely pale yellow green. They also painted the foyer a lovely shade of pale yellow gold.

Now you may be wondering what in the world this little bit of remodeling has to do with writing. Well, when we bought this house, we had a bedroom for each of the kids and one for us. As my children have moved in and out we managed to carve one room into an office for my husband. One where the door can clearly be closed while he works and when company comes.

But there never seemed to be a space for me to write. So I carved out ¼ of the front room which should be a dining room for my office. I have a large computer desk complete with hutch that faces away from the wall. I get plenty of sunlight, I have a filing corner, and a huge book case. There’s room for my chair, the trashcan, the shredder and of course space for Rocky the wonder dog, (aka my writing partner), to sleep in the sunshine or moonlight while I write.

We’ve finally been financially secure enough to buy nice dining room furniture, (which arrives tomorrow), have professional painting done and new floors put in, (those are coming in two weeks). All this is in preparation of having a space large enough and nice enough for the family to spend holidays and family meal nights together.


It is also time for me to consider moving my cave, (what we writers call our offices), to a small bedroom that will be an actual office. But for now I’m enjoying the fresh clean walls and the lovely color in my office/dining room. Oh yeah and it was great fun watching men work so efficiently yesterday!

So, writers, do you have anything special about your cave you’d like to share with us? And readers, do you have a room you’d love to do some freshening up to for the holidays?

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Nothing Can Touch This Party!


Welcome to my launch party! Whoo-hoo! I'm sure anyone who regularly visits the Banditas knows my second book UNTOUCHED comes out today! Yes, the Green Monster is poised like Godzilla to eat up shelf space in a bookshop near you. RRRRRAAAARRRRHHH! And maybe munch that pesky Golden Rooster that has abandoned me for colder climes in recent weeks. I'll show that mangy cockerel what it's like as a frozen chicken! Ha!

Anyway, back to the important stuff. As your hostess, I welcome you into the lair which is decorated with green streamers and beautiful pink roses (significant in the story - and yes, Christine, I know you recognize the reference. By the way, I love how you gloat, girlfriend! Makes me feel like teacher's pet!).

The menu is Boeuf en croute and roast chicken, both of which make an appearance in the story. Hmm, maybe the rooster did come to grief after all. And I've done my famous baked potatoes (Downundergirl will back me up here) in virgin olive oil. Yum! And lashings of champagne!

In the shadows, mysterious masked figures move around and dance to the pounding music. Of course, the song of the evening is You Can't Touch This!

Who could those masked figures be? Of course it's the Banditas!

This is Bandita party central! And weaving amongst the dancers are the real versions of Buffie's avatars! Oh, here comes the magnificent AC with her coterie of cabana boys! This party will make the New York Times social pages! I can see it now!

Cassondra, get me a shot of all this. NO, CASSONDRA, NOT THAT SORT OF SHOT! Ouch! There goes the chandelier! And what a pity Richard Armitage was hanging from it at the time. Excuse me while I take him outside for some first aid... No, no, I'm fine on my own, thank you. THANK YOU, I'M FINE ON MY OWN! Sheesh! That Vrai Anna, just because she's got the best shoes, she thinks she's got the right to steal my victim...uh, patient!

Tawny, all right, you have great shoes too! You should feel blaze-ay about that! Helen interrupts the argument about shoes to offer everyone a Tim Tam! Yum! They DON'T feature in the book, needless to say.

Goodness, is that Demetrius running through chased by Joanie? No, it's Joanie running through chased by Demetrius! Ah, thank goodness, we have our Regency specialists Keira and Madam CDW to add a note of Beau Monde decorum. Donna was meant to add the Victorian morals but she's in the corner painting something. Well, at least sable brushes are involved...

Who's that huddled in the corner? Could it be Kirsten and JoMama and Susan and Christie? Oh, no, now I know what happened to the other gladiators! Some things you just don't want in your subconscious! Nancy, help me! You're always a woman of sense. Oh, right. You're busy with the sable brushes and one of the cabana boys.

I tell you, where is the modern world going??!!

No point asking Jeanne and Kate and Beth. They're tying the avatar boys up and torturing them with feathers! I know this book starts with the heroine tied to a table, but really, girls, there's no need to enact the entire first chapter! And there's only one heroine and how many avatar boys have you got there???!!!

I look around for my last hope! KJ and Trish and Suz are dragging Pam forward to sing for us! At last some high culture! Oh, no, Doglady bursts into How Much Is That Doggy in the Window?

Caren, queen of the malapropism, has the last word - she calls the evening a in-your-farce sextragavanza!

Richard, take me away from all this!

Richard, where are you?

Sigh. I tell you, it doesn't take much to frighten the British male these days!

OK, enough of the silliness! There are prizes on the go! And I think anyone who has read to the end of this blog deserves a prize although sadly, my postage budget probably won't extend that far. There's a copy of UNTOUCHED on offer and consolation prizes of a couple of Anna Campbell desk calendars and signed coverflats. Just tell me about your fantasy party! Anything you like. Where? Who? How? Menu? Music? Ambience? My favorite answers win! Hurrah!

Hic! I'm off for some champagne before these wild bandits drink it all!!!

Happy release day, Grace and Matthew! May green be the color of the coming season!

Anna x

Thanksgiving Blog Prize

The guest commenter and winner of Nancy's $15.00 Borders gift card is . . . (drumroll, please) Pearl! Congratulations, Pearl, and thanks for stopping by! If you'll email me, nancy AT nancynorthcott DOT com, I'll send your prize on its way.

Monday, November 26, 2007

Snatched from the Jaws of Victory

by Anna Sugden


Yes, I did mean it that way around!

Those of us who watch sports have seen it happen all-too-often. That game-winning goal scored as time runs out. That bloop in the 10th inning that results in a run. That horse who comes from nowhere to win it by a nose. When it’s the play-offs, a championship or a title race, and the stakes and tension are high, the agony and ecstasy are extreme


Suddenly, supporters and players split into two camps. Those who celebrate the glory of success and those who are plunged into the shock and misery of defeat. How often do we see the tearful faces of the losing fans - still unable to believe that victory has slipped from their team’s grasp? And how often do we see the men and women who play on through injury and pain, unable to stem the tears or sitting in stunned silence, head bowed.


For those of us who write, it happens all-too-often too. The ‘East German’ judge whose insane score prevents your manuscript from finalling in that crucial contest. The editor who loves your voice and is prepared to buy you, then disappears from the company. The agent who raves about your high concept proposal, then tells you he/she can’t sell it because no-one knows how to market it. And, as several of us Banditas have suffered in recent weeks, the uplifting requests and revisions followed by that depressing rejection.

Even published authors aren’t immune. Tess Gerritsen’s latest paperback release has several chapters missing - worse, in their place is someone else’s work! Late or undelivered promotions, someone more ‘senior’ missing a deadline and taking your launch slot and even a publisher going broke or being bought out, which costs you your contract.

And yet, we battle on. Teams, players and writers. We cry and rant. We relive our tale of vanquishment with friends, partners, family or whoever will listen. We binge on comfort foods and have that extra glass of whatever alcoholic drink is our poison (or is that just me?). We threaten to give up and despair over all wasted blood, sweat and tears we’ve devoted to our project.

Some people do give up. But for most of us, as dawn breaks on a new day, we suck it up and carry on.

Why?

I think the best answer is in a great Superbowl ad from a few years ago. It has clips of players and coaches who hadn’t made it to the Big Game, singing “The Sun Will Come out Tomorrow” (yes, of Annie fame). (You can check it out here http://video.aol.com/video-detail/superbowl-xxxviii-commercial/2682993989 i). The strapline is “As of tomorrow, we’re all undefeated.” Or unrejected.

The fire burning within hasn’t faded. The desire to win still races through our veins.
And tomorrow truly is another day.

In the wonderfully supportive world of romance writing, there is a phrase that is often quoted “The only way to guarantee you have no chance of getting published is not to submit.” You’re encouraged to keep going. To revise or write another book. To submit to a different group of editors and agents. To enter other contests and go to conferences.

To keep throwing those pucks at the net, in the hope that one of them will go in and be the game-winning, Cup-winning goal.

Rejection hurts. But we need to be able to move beyond it. Learn from it. Use it to fire up our determination to succeed.

Cry, whine, sulk, eat chocolate, drink. Get it out of your system. Then tomorrow, get back to the game of writing and submitting.

Because tomorrow is another day. A day in which we are all unrejected.





So what do you do to get through the pain of loss or rejection? Whose shoulder do you cry on? And what is your favourite comfort binge?

Saturday, November 24, 2007

Business Plan for the Contest Diva

With all this talk about contests lately (American Title—vote for Trish!) (The Golden Heart – deadline's coming up!) (And hey, our own Susan Seyfarth won Best of the Best in Indiana's Golden Opportunity contest!), I think it's time we brought up a very important topic. Okay, it's a dry, boring, left-brain topic, but if you’re serious about entering and winning contests, you're going to need a plan.

A Business Plan.

I speak from experience. I’d been entering chapter contests for years, intermittently and without any particular reason or goal in mind. I was lucky enough to stumble into finalling in the Golden Heart in 2002 and I won a Daphne that same year. Pure luck, I assure you. I didn't know what the heck I was doing or why.

Then two years ago at my RWA chapter meeting, someone announced that one of our members had just become an American Title finalist. A few minutes later, they announced that that same person had just won two other contests. The applause was thunderous, the excitement was palpable, the room was buzzing.

I turned to my friend Maureen and said, “Do you feel that?”

She said, “Yeah, what is that?”

I said, “It’s BUZZ. And I want it.”

Yeah. Buzz.


Uh, no, not that kind of buzz.

I'm talking about the kind of buzz where people are talking you up, they're buzzing, and it's all about you. Your name comes up on the short list when Oscar comes to town. Okay, maybe not Oscar, but you know, Maggie. And Susannah. And Emily. And Marlene. And RITA!! Yeah, that Buzz!

Okay, but back to me. I was an unpublished, unagented nobody, so there was only one way I was going to get the Buzz. Through contests. I needed to figure out the best contests for my purposes and then enter them. A lot of them. Oh, and I needed to win. A lot.

What I really needed was a plan.

So for the first time in my life, I wrote out a business plan. I created a spreadsheet. It was a little frightening. I was left-brain-free, a writer, a geek. But I was slowly transforming myself into a ruthless Business Diva.

I won’t get too specific and I don’t want to brag, but my spreadsheet was a thing of beauty. It was color-coordinated with a time line and pretty border shadings, and it listed the contest names and information (cost, page length, other requirements), the name of each manuscript I was entering, the final round judges, the deadlines, the announcement dates, the prizes, and other pertinent information, including the reason I was entering that contest. One contest had a really pretty necklace as the prize. I wanted it.

(Now, all this presupposes that you've got a fabulous manuscript or three to send out. Of course you do! At this point, all you need is good luck and fortuitous timing.)

For me, I wanted to reach my favorite editors but not come across as a pesky stalker. It's a fine line. I tried to be selective and I tried not to get too greedy. I think I did okay. When I became a Golden Heart triple finalist in 2006, then found out I’d also finalled in the American Title contest, it made for one hell of an amazing conference experience. But I was beginning to worry about that greedy factor kicking in, so after winning the GH, I decided not to tempt fate or karma again. It was time to retire my Contest Diva crown and make room for others to play the game. I’d already hit the jackpot. I’d reached my goal.

I got the Buzz. Yeah!

We're all Contest Divas here, right? And even if we're not up for it this year, we all have friends entering the Golden Heart and RITA, along with all sorts of other contests out there. Care to share some of your strategies and goals out there on the contest circuit? Any fun memories? Horror stories? I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours!

But first, if you haven’t voted for Trish’s American Title entry, today’s the last day to vote – so go vote here! Then come on back and talk!

Spotlight on Trish Milburn!

Today the spotlight is on Trish Milburn, fellow Bandita, American Title IV finalist, talented multi-genre author, and all-around great gal! This is the final weekend for voting in the second round of the American Title contest, so please click on the side button and visit the Romantic Times site to see if Trish can earn your vote!

In the meantime, here’s a little more about Trish:

KJ: Congrats on making it to the top eight in the ATIV contest. As the runner-up in the ATIII contest, I have some idea of how much effort goes into encouraging voting. It's not easy to approach strangers asking for votes (think politicians!) and sharing information about the contest and your novel. Do you have any heart-warming/funny/frustrating tales to share from your travels thus far?

TM: A story ran in the weekly newspaper in the town where I grew up. When I was up there the next week, I kept running into people who mentioned seeing the article. I haven't lived there in eighteen years, so it was a little surreal and sweet at the same time. A classmate from high school who I haven't seen since then e-mailed me, and another friend that I haven't seen since college reconnected. It's certainly given me a taste of what self-promotion will be like when I have books come out.

KJ: You have recently sold YA novels as well as contemporary romances to Harlequin American. OUT OF SIGHT is a paranormal story and you've also been a finalist in the Romantic Suspense category of the Golden Heart. Diverse doesn't begin to cover your writing scope. Is there a particular genre that's your favorite? Do you write more than one book at a time? Please tell us about your writing process and how you manage to juggle all these genres.

TM: I'm lucky in that I write quickly. In the many years that led up to my selling, I tried several different sub-genres to see what was the best fit and because I just happened to have ideas that fell within those sub-genres. I like to mix it up a little so that I never get bored. I can honestly say I like lots of different types of stories. I'm really enjoying the resurgence of the YA market, and I've read some excellent YA in the past couple of years. I've always loved paranormal stories, whether in books, movies or TV shows—everything from Stephenie Meyer's paranormal YA stories to Buffy the Vampire Slayer. And who can resist just a sweet romance where a guy and gal find true love and live happily ever after? I know the reading public often poo-poos romance, but who out there doesn't hope to find that special someone to love and be loved by?

I typically don't write more than one book at once, but I'm often working on various stages of different books at the same time -- writing one, brainstorming another, editing another. For instance, I'm currently writing a YA novel, but I just finished revisions on my first Harlequin American, and I'm beginning to work with my YA editor on ideas for a second YA. I don't really keep track of how many hours I put in a day, but it's quite a few. I typically work about three hours in the morning, then take an hour break to do e-mail, errands, terribly exciting things like cleaning the house, then go back and work two to three more hours before another break to do e-mail, cook dinner, talk to the hubby when he comes home from work. I often work another hour or two at night.Sometimes it's less, sometimes it's more—depends on what deadlines I'm trying to meet.

KJ: OUT OF SIGHT. Great title. How did it come into being? Do you usually title your novels before you start them or do they come to you during the course of the novel?

TM: Actually, when this story came to me, it was supposed to be the first of at least two novels with the same characters, and I'd planned to have them all have titles that start with "Out of...". OUT OF SIGHT ties in to the fact that the heroine can make herself invisible. Sometimes titles come to me as I'm brainstorming a story. For some reason, those are often the easiest to write. It's like the title gives birth to the story. I sometimes think up titles for which I don't even have a story yet. I just write them on a slip of paper and put them in my story-ideas folder in hopes a story will form someday to match the title.

KJ: I admire how much time and effort you give to RWA. Can you tell us about your various volunteering positions and discuss why these commitments are so important to you?

TM: Right now, I'm the Region 3 director for RWA. Last term, I served as the PRO Liaison to the board. Prior to this national service, I held every position in my chapter except vice president at some point. I've gotten a lot from RWA and my chapter, so I've always felt I should give back in any way I could. Organizations are only as good as the members make them.

KJ: You wrote for many years before becoming published. What one piece of advice would you give unpubbed writers to keep them at their keyboards?

TM: Every day you stick with it, you're one day closer to realizing your dream. It sounds incredibly cheesy, but it's the honest truth. The longer I worked at it, the more I had invested (time, effort, money). So the longer I was at it, the more I wanted to stick with it (even on the days it was incredibly tempting to chuck it all). I will forever preach the perseverance gospel to fellow writers.

KJ: If you could cast OUT OF SIGHT with Hollywood actors, who would star in the film?

TM: Eric Bana and Michelle Ryan (who plays the new BionicWoman).

KJ: Thanks for joining us today, Trish! We wish you all the best and hope to see OUT OF SIGHT make the next round. For more information about Trish and her writing, please visit http://www.trishmilburn.com/

Friday, November 23, 2007

And the Winners are...

Helen, Doglady and Laura J! You've each won a set of signed over-sized postcards of Denise Rossetti's sizzling covers. Thank you for commenting! Please click on this link to Denise's website and email her your postal address through the 'contact' link on the sidebar.

Thanks as always to everyone who commented! And thanks to Denise for being a GREAT GUEST! We love to have people hang out with us in the lair. Please come back often.

Making Scents of It

by Donna MacMeans

As I’m writing this, there’s a butter slathered turkey roasting to a delectable crispness in my oven. Can you smell it? I think the whole nation must. House after house, filled from the rafters to the basement with that mouth-watering scent, open their doors to welcome friends and relatives, and, in turn, release some of the roast turkey scent out to the world.



When the house fills with that familiar smell, I can almost hear a football game playing on the television (of course, it doesn’t hurt that there IS a football game currently playing on the TV – but I’m going for association here). I can almost envision pumpkin pie and all the must-have casseroles that accompany the bird. I once read that more than all the other senses, a smell can trigger deep subconscious memories both good and bad. Turkey roasting is a good one, connected with fond memories for me.



As a writer, we can use this. We can set a scene with a familiar scent and thus draw the reader into the story. My characters all tend to be coffee drinkers - just so I can evoke that wonderful scent of coffee first thing in the morning for my story.

We can associate a character with a unique scent. I decided I wanted Emma in The Education of Mrs. Brimley to smell like winter apples as that spoke of a wholesome quality to me. I gave the hero, Nicholas, basic manly scents, but with a slight trace of turpentine to identify him as an artist.

To help keep myself in the story, I burned a Macintosh apple candle that surrounded me in Emma’s scent. Soon, I began to associate the scent with writing and formed a desire to write whenever I smelled apples. Not a bad association to form for a procrastinator like me!

What scents, good and bad, evoke strong memories for you? Is there a memorable character that you associate with a scent? For the writers, do you, like me, tie an overall scent to a book, and then hunt for a candle to “cast a spell”? (Hey, I’ll do anything if it keeps me at the keyboard.) One commenter will win a copy of The Education of Mrs. Brimley.

Thursday, November 22, 2007

A Thankful Day

by Nancy Northcott

The clock has rolled past midnight, so this is officially Thanksgiving Day in the United States. I'll celebrate with family and friends and be grateful for both. As we engage in our frantic last-minute cleanup for guests, we may take a few minutes to watch a bit of the Macy's Thanksgiving parade.

I have a weakness for parades despite having marched in one every Thanksgiving when I was in high school (I played the clarinet). I love the floats and the balloons and, indeed, the marching bands. I didn't think about it, all those years ago, but I was fortunate to have parents who could and would buy an instrument and drive to practices and games and, when necessary, parades. I had a fantastic band director, who instilled in many of us an appreciation for a wide range of music, and I had friends in the band who made outings fun. I had the physical health to play a wind instrument and to march in parades and at football bames. All these years later, I'm still thankful for that those things and those people were part of my life.

I hope each of us has cause to be grateful for something today and that some of you will share.

I feel fortunate that my circle of friends has widened. I have the banditas now, and they're a fantastic bunch! I have women friends who convinced me to join RWA and several of its chapters. Elizabeth, who extolled RWA's virtues, had the right bait. "If you joined RWA, you could learn a lot," she said. Over and over, she said it, until I believed her and wrote the check. I feel as if all of our guest readers and commenters are part of that circle, and I'm grateful for all of you.

Two and a half years ago, some women in my college class decided we should all get together, as many of us as we could gather, at the beach for a weekend. I didn't know most of them, having transferred in as a sophomore and so missed freshman orientation. Another friend assured me no particular groups were organizing the gathering and that I would have fun. I assured her that I'd blame her if I didn't, so it seems only fair that Sue get the credit for my having a wonderful time getting to know these multifaceted, smart women I barely knew before. We just had our third such gathering, and the streak of energizing weekends remains unbroken. I'm already looking forward to next year.

During my extended years of school, I had some wonderful teachers who loved their subjects and conveyed that love to their students. They shaped some of my most enduring interests.

My family remains supportive of my writing ambitions, an invaluable gift for those of us AYU, and we're all healthy. So that's my "serious" list.

On the lighter side, I'm grateful for chocolate, music, super-hero comic books, genre fiction, dedicated historians who write comprehensible, as opposed to convoluted and confusing, sentences they build into interesting books, and whimsical moments with spontaneous laughter. Oh, yeah--and parades.

So what do you like about this particular holiday? For those of us in America, what spurs you to give thanks today? For those of us abroad, what would lead you feel thankful?

To help with holiday shopping, or maybe just to offer a bit of indulgence during the shopping rush, I'm giving one commenter a $15.00 Borders gift certificate.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Denise Rossetti Swings by the Lair

Christine Wells writes: Denise Rossetti may not own bucket boots but she has a killer pair of red CFM heels--you can see them on her website. This Australian author of erotic romance and sizzling fantasy romance has written two novels and two novellas for Ellora's Cave and has just scored an impressive 4 book deal with Berkley for her scorching fantasy romance series.

Her latest release is her novella, Coming on Strong, in an Avon Red anthology called A Red Hot New Year. Denise also happens to be my critique partner and an all-round wonderful woman. So please welcome her with a hearty Bandita cheer!

A Red Hot New Year, out November 27 from Avon Red
4.5 Stars from Romantic Times

This New Year's Eve, turn up the heat . . .
At the stroke of midnight a new year begins—a time for passionate resolutions and brand-new pleasures; a time to let go of past restraints and embrace new sensual boundaries. Four masterful writers offer a quartet of boldly erotic tales guaranteed to heat up those winter nights.

Coming on Strong by Denise Rossetti
Sam Jones's laid-back charm and Aussie drawl have never failed him - until he meets Gina McBride. The little Yank has to be the most skittish woman he's ever met, and the most intriguing. Making love with her is an experience that makes Sam's eyes roll back in his head, but she won't do it with the light on. Then there's that sexy little growl in the back of her throat when she comes, and she's so strong…

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Visit Denise’s website to win an ARC of A Red Hot New Year! Contest closes 30th November.
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Finding Your Own True North by Denise Rossetti

I’m absolutely fascinated by the creative process – the way it’s so different for each of us, the utter joy and satisfaction it can bring. For me, writing is the most creative thing I do. I can knit very well indeed, sew a little, even garden, but that’s it. And in these areas, I’m a craftsperson, not an original artist.

But writing? Ah, that’s something wonderfully organic. The stories well up from somewhere inside me, no planning, no outlines with dot points. Mind you, it’s never easy – never! Dorothy Parker said, “I hate writing, but I love having written.” I don’t hate it, not at all, but heavens it’s difficult! I have to dig deep for every word. Plod, plod, plod, word after word, sentence after sentence, until The End. And I purely adore having written!

A few weeks ago, I was a tutor in an online workshop for Romance Writers of Australia. Romance 101 Bootcamp. There were other authors lending their considerable skills to character development, pacing, conflict. I was asked to do a session about the Writer’s Life. We talked about the Writer’s Compass and its four Points – Priorities, Personalities, Place and Space, and Permissions.

The participants impressed me with their clear-eyed courage as they did the soul-searching required to examine the place of creativity in their lives, each one looking for her own True North. And then I was awed all over again as they formed resolutions, declared them and followed up a week later by reporting on the changes they’d made. They were inspirational.

BTW, I warned them I’d probably come over like a Bossy Big Sister, or a noisy little cattle dog, nipping at their heels. The metaphors are a trifle mixed, but you get the idea, I’m sure! So here we go…

If you’re honest and brave, you can assess the PRIORITIES in your life relative to each other – family, work, finances, health, spirituality, community – and then add in your creative pursuit, whatever it may be. It’s that thing you do for yourself alone, the thing that gives you the gift of joy. Music, Art, Craft, Writing, Dance, Acting, Gardening. Whatever.

You will know too, how the PERSONALITIES around you usually react. Some will be indifferent, others will support you magnificently in your quest for creativity, and some – well, they won’t. Or can’t.

But what many women find difficult, I think, is giving themselves the PERMISSIONS they need. Permission to do what, you may ask? Ah well, you’re the only one who knows the answer to that.

Permission to sit quietly, all alone, staring into space? Permission not to be perfect, to hit an off-note on the piano, to write a sloppy draft? Permission to buy takeout for dinner? Permission to let someone else comfort a crying child? That’s a hard one, isn’t it?

All too often, sheer desperation compels us to carve out our own time and space, but without giving ourselves real Permission to do so. The result?

Guilt. Or exhaustion, because you’ve had to steal your “me-time” from sleep.

I’m a terrible mother/wife/partner/colleague. I’m so selfish. What about dinner/ballet practice/career/laundry? They’ll never understand. I wish I hadn’t… Sound familiar? Are you already saying to yourself, yeah sure, giving myself Permission sounds good, but I can’t because… Fill in the dots.

What makes your Priorities and Permissions worth less than anyone else’s?

It was years ago that I first read Virginia’s Woolf’s A Room of Her Own, and it made a tremendous impression on me. Such irony and intelligence, so exquisitely written. Back in 1928, Woolf pointed out that in order to write, a woman must have five hundred a year and a room of her own. I don’t think too much has changed, do you? (You can get it here for free - It’s short. Read it.)

Yes, financial independence is easier to come by, it’s even expected of women these days, but that room of one’s own… This is what I’ve called PLACE AND SPACE, because physical place and psychological/emotional space are intertwined. Of the two, mind-space is the most vital, because not everyone has the luxury of a study to themselves. I don’t. I share with two people I love beyond measure – my husband and my daughter – but it bothered me so much that I finally bought an office divider from a second hand store and set up my own space behind it. As a side benefit, I no longer have that prickly, vulnerable sensation in the nape of my neck as I sit with my back to the door. You can see my Place and Space here. You can also see that tidiness is not something I value. *smile*

Paige Cuccaro runs a wonderful site called The Cave - with photos of writers’ Places and Spaces. It runs from Susan Elizabeth Phillips to Laurell K. Hamilton to Lisa Kleypas to Jenny Crusie and Bob Mayer. Fascinating and revealing all at once!

So, think about the Writer’s Compass and its four Points. I’d love to hear your thoughts, especially on Permissions and on Place and Space. And please, you don’t have to be a writer to join in!
What have you given yourself Permission to do that has pointed you at your personal True North, given you the joy and the frustrations of the creative process ? How have you set up your Place and Space? Alternatively, what have you found most difficult and what is your solution?

Three lucky readers who comment will win signed over-sized postcards of my Ellora's Cave covers. And don't forget the contest to win a signed ARC of A Red Hot New Year on my website!

And in the interests of Full Disclosure, I should tell you that my children are old enough to be independent, My Beloved does the shopping and the cooking and we have a cleaning lady. But I do have a day job and I’m still Officer In Charge of the cat’s litter box.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

And The Winnah Is...


For the drawing in the Interview with Dianna Love Snell from November 9th:




1) For the autographed copy of Worth Every Risk......Helen!

2) For the certificate for Phantom In The Night, due June 2008, autographed by Sherrilyn Kenyon and Dianna Love Snell........P226!

3) For the five-page critique......Keira!

You can all email me your snail mail addy's, or contact me for info at cassondra_m AT mindspring DOT com. Of course, take out the spaces and replace the AT and DOT.

Thanks so much for making Dianna welcome in the lair, and for all of your great comments!

Let the Countdown Begin


by Beth Andrews

In the US, Thanksgiving is the official kick-off to the Holiday season. And since Thanksgiving is in two short days, I'd like to present my list of the Ten Things I'm Looking Forward To This Holiday Season and Five Things I Could Live Without

Ten Things I'm looking forward to (in no particular order):

1. Enchanted. I love Disney movies and this one about a cartoon princess who gets banished to New York City looks really good *g*

2. Nora Roberts' Sign of Seven trilogy. I LOVE Nora Roberts' books, especially her trilogies.

3. Big Boned, the latest Heather Wells mystery by Meg Cabot. Meg's books--both for adults and teens--are laugh-out-loud funny!

4. White trash. This yummy combo of pretzels, peanuts, M&Ms, Corn Chex cereal and Cheerios covered in melted white chocolate is addicting.

5. Chocolate Chip biscotti. Yummy biscotti with chocolate chips and a hint of cinnamon--and the ends are dipped in melted white chocolate (I'm seeing a pattern here)

6. Christmas songs - especially anything by Trans Siberian Orchestra or Bing Crosby.

7. Shopping. Well, I love shopping at any time of the year really, but during November and December I get to tell my husband I HAVE to go to the mall. Two or three times a week.

8. Watching holiday movies like It's A Wonderful Life, Holiday Inn and The Santa Clause *g*

9. Making a gingerbread house with my kids on Christmas Eve. Making the dough and frosting takes some time but it's worth it :-)

10. All those wonderful sappy commercials. Remember the Folgers one where the older brother comes home and his little sister is awake and they make coffee and the rest of the family wakes up to the fresh aroma of Folgers and is surprised to see him there? Gets me every time.

Five things I could live without:

1. My mom's meat stuffing. She makes it every year for Thanksgiving. I'm not even sure what's in it but it's dark brown and looks like a dry meatloaf. The only people who eat it are my father and brother. But even though I don't eat it, it's still there on the table tormenting me.

2. Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer. The TV show, not the actual reindeer. I know, I know, it's like I'm Scrooge or something, and it's not that I hate Rudolph, it's just that something about the animation freaks me out. And I've always been afraid of that snow monster.

3. The song, Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer. Argh! And now that I've typed it, it's already stuck in my head!

4. The five pounds I'll gain from eating so much White Trash and Chocolate Chip Biscotti.

5. Taking down the decorations. Funny how everybody and their brother is around when it's time to decorate the house, but when it's time to UN-decorate, I'm the only person within a five mile radius.

Okay, that's my list *g* What about you? What are you looking forward to this Holiday Season? What could you live without? Come on, I can't be the only person who doesn't watch Rudolph :-)

Monday, November 19, 2007

5 Random Things of Which I Am Afraid

by Susan Seyfarth

Here are, in no particular order, five random things of which I am afraid:


1. Snakes


And it's not the biting thing, really. It's that they have no legs, & yet are so very, very fast. This is a violation of some kind of natural law. If you're on land, & you're moving extremely fast, you should have legs. At least two, if not four. Or more. But to have none & still go faster than I can? This is wrong. Deeply, deeply wrong, & very disturbing.


2. Drains


Any kind of drain. Swimming pool, bath tub, storm drain. I'm not worried about getting sucked down. I'm worried about something unauthorized coming back up. Something alive. Something slimy. Something...pipe shaped. Oh lord. (see fear #1 if you can't decide where I'm going with this.)


3. The Ocean


I once went for a swim in a little lake near my house & had a blue gill mistake a mole on my back for a tasty treat. This tiny, toothless fish attacked me like it was auditioning for a part in Piranhas, the Movie. I believe I may have actually have leapt up out of the water & run across the surface all the way back to land while my husband looked on in bemused fascination. If a blue gill can do this to me, I don't even want to know what might happen should I attempt to share water space with sharks, jelly fish, or sting rays. Or, God forbid, eels. (Which brings us back to Fear #1, the water version. Only this time it IS about the biting.)


4. The Telephone


I find talking on the phone very stressful, especially to people I don't know well. I have a hard enough time making small talk with people I can see, but to sit there & try to figure out how a conversation is going without any visual cues? Eeeesh. You can't imagine how hard I resisted cell phones. I finally broke down, but I swear it's like putting a phobia in my purse & letting it stalk me all day.


5. The Mackinac Bridge


This is the bridge that connects Michigan's Upper & Lower Peninsulas. It's four lanes wide & the middle two are grates. Seriously. You can see through them to the water below. When I was a kid, a Yugo blew off. I didn't witness the event myself, but I don't care. They swear it wasn't the wind, that the driver lost control, but I refuse to drive on the grated lanes. I'm an asphalt girl, all the way. And even so, I sweat from one peninsula to the other.


Come on, admit it. You have some weird fears, too. Tell us! We won't laugh, promise.

And the winner is...


Lily! Lily, congrats, you're name was drawn to win a copy of DOUBLE DARE, as well as an excerpt of my upcoming Blaze, DOES SHE DARE?
Drop me an email at Tawny@TawnyWeber.com with your mailing information and I'll get that right out to you! And thank you EVERYONE for coming to share your adventures in toilet paper... I mean, your reader preferences with me!

Sunday, November 18, 2007

A Different Kind Of Gift

posted by Aunty Cindy

The holiday season is almost upon us. HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!?! (Aunty stops shuddering and pulls herself together.) This year, instead of tearing out all your hair trying to find the right gift for that impossible person, I'd like to make a suggestion: Make a donation to your favorite charity. I'm sure you can think of one, but allow me to tell you about one of MY favorites.

I might not be here today if it were not for The American Red Cross.

No, fortunately I was not a victim of some terrible disaster and the Red Cross did not have to swoop in to offer me food and shelter. My story is a bit more personal and smaller in scope.

The year was 1943, and my paternal grandmother, Mary was a single mom struggling to raise her two sons (my father and his younger brother) in West Texas where she worked as a waitress in a cafe. Mary received a letter from her younger (and only) sister, who was living in California while her serviceman husband was fighting somewhere in the South Pacific. The letter did not contain good news. Little sis had suffered a miscarriage, and the doctor would not release her to go home from the hospital unless there was someone who could help take care of her. "Please come and help me!" little sis begged.

Mary wanted to, but she had no car and very little money. Then someone, perhaps a co-worker or customer, told her that the Red Cross helped the families of servicemen, so Mary went to the local office and talked to a woman who worked there. She showed the woman the letter and told her how much she wanted to go to California. The woman told Mary to go down the street to the bus station and find out how much one way tickets would cost for her and her two sons. Mary did, and quickly came back and told the woman the amount. The woman immediately wrote out a check and handed it to an astounded Mary.

But when Mary looked at the amount, she gave the woman back the check and said, "You've given me $20 too much."

The woman shoved the check back into Mary's hands and replied, "It's a long way to California and you'll need to feed those boys something."

A week or so later, Mary and her two sons arrived in California. They never went back to West Texas.

Without the help of the American Red Cross and that kind employee, Mary and her boys might never have made it to California. My parents never would have met. I wouldn't be here.

I make regular donations to the American Red Cross. This holiday season, I plan to make one in memory of my grandmother, Mary.

Please tell us, who are some of your favorite charities and why?

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Big Plots, Little Plots...

by Christie Kelley

I’m in the middle of writing my second book, which is due in March. Most of my books have a lot of plot with villains and maybe a duel or someone getting killed. And yet, none of that seems to be taking shape in this book. It’s a much more emotional book with a lot of guilt thrown in. But it’s also the hardest book I’ve written.

My February release, Every Night I’m Yours, is a combination of external plot and emotion that I think has a nice balance (my opinion only). I haven’t been able to strike that balance with my unnamed book. It seems much more difficult with this couple. While I’m struggling with this, my critique partner just finished her latest book. We were talking about this topic because she tends to write less external plot and more emotion. She said she loved writing this last book because the plot was bigger.



Striking the balance between external plot and emotion can be difficult to say the least. Some writers have a natural tendency to write big plots with lots of action, while others can write a story with little external plot but huge amounts of emotion.


If you’re a reader, do you have a preference, big plot or little plot but lots of emotion? For the writers, do you write more external plot or emotional plot? Do you think you strike a good balance between the two? Any hints for striking that balance?

Friday, November 16, 2007

What's So Great About Contests?

by Caren Crane

Contests. We love them, we loathe them. And by "we", I mean all of us. Think about it. Did you ever, as a child (or maybe as an adult), squirm with anticipation waiting for the Miss America Pageant? How about the World Series? The World Cup, maybe? For the uber-geeks among us, the Scripps National Spelling Bee? Dancing With The Stars? Or, my personal favorite, the Winter Olympics? (what is cooler than the luge?!)

Competition appeals to some primal need we humans have to compete. To prove we are bigger, better, faster, more. Writers are not immune to contests, by any means. As a matter of fact, many of you know that the Banditas all have one thing in common: we were all 2006 Golden Heart finalists. Some of us have confessed to being a bit fixated on contests, entering more than a few at a time.

We sweat over entries, agonize over synopses, hammer those first three sentences or pages or chapters until they gleam and scream and beg for mercy. You will often hear us crowing (or is that the Golden Rooster?) about a Bandita being a finalist or placing in a contest. It works us all into a lather, let me tell you! A win for one Bandita reflects well on all Banditas (and honorary Banditas, too)!

But why do we care so much? Why not simply write and submit and write some more and submit some more? Frankly, it's the rejection. All we get from most of our submissions is some form of "not for me". And truthfully, all most of us get from a contest is a certificate or plaque or, if we're very lucky, a piece of jewelry. Ah, but there is always the brass ring. The ring, my precioussssss!


*ahem* In our case, the brass ring is a request from an agent or editor wanting to read more. To read the whole manuscript. To buy the manuscript. It happens. We have seen it happen to writers we actually know! So we keep writing, submitting, writing some more...and entering contests. Right now, many of us AYU (as yet unpublished) Banditas are polishing our Golden Heart entries. We hope - we pray - that the stars will align and we will once again be Golden Heart finalists. That some wonderful editor who shares our vision and adores our prose will read us, love us, publish us. Then we will all be winners, even you! Because you will get to read our books. *g*

Meanwhile, what are your favorite contests? Do you watch to see who wins or who loses? Do you ever, in a moment of mean-spirited weakness, hope someone trips on the Miss America runway or drops his partner on Dancing With The Stars? Did you ever vote for Sanjaya just to piss off a friend or coworker? Please share!

Meanwhile, I have to finish polishing my new manuscript for the Golden Heart...

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Communing with Nature

by Trish Milburn

As writers, we spend a lot of time indoors in front of our computers. Not only are we spending time writing and doing online research, but there are e-mails to answer, blogs to read, funny YouTube videos to watch. Even when we're doing something we enjoy, sometimes it begins to build stress within us and we need an outlet, something that doesn't require a computer or sitting on out butts. Something basic and simple.

For me, that wonderful release is spending time outdoors -- and more than just doing yard work. I love to go to state or national parks, out away from the city, away from the noise, away from my ever-expanding to-do list. I like to just sit and breathe in the scent of the forest after a rain, listen to the water falling over rocks in a stream, watch the birds float up high on the thermals, drink in the beauty of a clear, blue sky on a crisp, sunny autumn day. Just thinking about it makes me smile.

I've been very busy lately, and that's not likely to change anytime soon. But a couple of weeks ago before it began to get cold, I took most of the day off to spend with my husband. We drove about 90 miles from our house to one of my favorite state parks.

We walked hand-in-hand in the woods, sat and watched waterfalls, and strolled along a sandy beach. After we left the park, we drove through some rural areas dotted with big fields of cows and rolling, wooded hills filled with trees that are beginning to show some fall color. It was all relaxing and just what I needed before facing a lot of deadlines and responsibilities in the next couple of months.

I think we often forget to take time to do simple things like take walks in the woods. Whether we're writers or attorneys or stay-at-home moms, we've nearly forgotten how to just be. Even while trying to enjoy a day of freedom, our brains are constantly trying to interrupt to tell us about all those things back home that we have to do. This mindset causes a lot of stress that's unnecessary and unhealthy.

Does spending time outdoors help you relax? If so, where is your favorite place to commune with nature?
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Hey, if you can't commune with nature today, why not commune with your Internet connection and scoot on over to the Romantic Times site to vote for OUT OF SIGHT, my entry in the American Title contest? The second round of voting is under way, and I really want to "stay on the island." :) Thanks!

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Emotional Balance

by Tawny Weber

I spent this last Saturday in an all-day workshop given by the fabulous Margie Lawson on Empowering Character Emotions. Not only is Margie an amazing lady (the woman is such an inspiration) but the workshop really pushed me to dig deeper in my writing.

Now, here's the thing. Any one of my critique partners will happily tell you (ignore the whining in their tone if they do) that I'm the Queen of Emotions. My favorite critique questions are; What are they feeling here? Can you show me how this affected them? Can you go deeper here? Hehehe, they love me, my CP's do. But this workshop - wow... I had to hand over my crown. I have nothing on the level of writing emotions that I learned here. I loved it! I'm excited to bring this into my writing, to see if I can pull it off.


Then yesterday I was chatting with a friend who writes sci-fi/fantasy/romance and she mentioned that she's a thinker vs a feeler, so she shows this incredible action and detailed plot structure, but her characters can be on fire and barely show an actual reaction. Since I'm a total feeler (sounds weird, huh?) my characters can emote over anything, including the wrong kind of toilet paper. It was fun comparing how we balance our natural tendencies to bring in all of the story elements we need. I love hearing how other writers bring their strengths into their work. And even more, I love getting ideas on how to shore up the writing areas I'm not so strong in (cough-action-cough).

This workshop also had me thinking about the emotions of romance. This genre offers such a huge gamut of emotional payoffs. Especially given the wide variety of sub-genres. Everything from lighter stories who give the reader a laugh and a fun read to super hot sexy stories that offer a guaranteed turn on, all the way to deep, intensely emotional stories that dig deep into a readers psyche to push emotional buttons.


So as writers, and as readers, do you have a preference for the level of emotion in your stories? Are you drawn to the fun humor, or to the dark intensity or something totally different than both? When you're reading, what level of emotion is overkill for you and are there any books you've read (don't name names... especially if they are ours LOL) that left you feeling like you were cheated of seeing the emotional journey? Whats the perfect balance for YOU?


Just for fun, I'll draw a name from the comments and send the winner a copy of Double Dare, and an excerpt of my upcoming January Blaze, Does She Dare? as well.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Nalini's Winner!

Didn't we have a great day with Nalini? She asked me to thank everyone who came on and commented. She's chosen a winner at random and it's our wonderful regular commenter HELEN! Yay! Helen, please email Nalini at nalinisinghwrites@gmail.com with your snail mail details and let her know which book from her backlist you'd like. You can find a list of her books at: Nalini's website. Congratulations! I'm sure you'll love your prize!

Gifts of A Mother

Joan Kayse

A recent discussion on the Bandita loop prompted this blog post. Jo-Mama and Anna C., you can put your hankies away. This is nothing but pure celebration.

There are many individuals in our lives who have contributed to the shaping of the persons we are today. Any one of us could name dozens and dozens. Some family, some friends and the occasional enemy. But there was one person for every one of us who was there at the beginning. The one with whom we shared an exquisite moment of connection, a recognition of the miracle that is life.

Our mothers.

Now, God knows there are as many variants in this relationship as there are people in the world. I’m not about to go into a long discussion of the psychology of this most basic of human relationships. We all know those who have had good, bad and indifferent experiences. Believe me, my Mom and I both had tempers...Irish tempers. Enough said.

I can only speak of my own mother, Thelma, and the woman that she nurtured, the gifts that she gave me: passion, creativity, determination (also known among the unenlightened as stubbornness), courage and fierce independence.

Let’s start with the independent/courage part. She was only seventeen years old when she moved from the farm to the “big city” of Louisville. That was a pretty courageous thing for a girl in the ‘40’s to do. She found a job, a respectable boarding house and eventually, my father. This same courage would later manifest itself when faced with the trauma of a mastectomy, her 9 year old son being hit by a car (while she was in the hospital) and a daughter undergoing spinal surgery.

And if anybody sees me when I get upset about an injustice or an unfair situation you’ll get a glimpse of the passion that my mother had when anybody threatened her family or something she felt mattered. You may have heard writers dispute that a character cannot have “fire shoot from their eyes”? Um, well, that’s not exactly true. There are those of us in the world that have that super power...but we only use it for good. :-)

My mother knew how to create. Beautiful quilts, embroidery. She could crochet anything including a dining room suite (if pressed). She used to sew clothes for me and my Barbie doll. Her greatest disappointment, I think was that I had never latched onto that particular skill. (I still remember the pride in her voice over a jumper I made in Home Ec). And sadly, I could never use the sewing machine unless SHE threaded it.

But that type of talent was not lost on her only daughter. Besides learning all of the above, I took that love of creating into different directions: drawing, cross-stitch, cake decorating, baking and...writing.

See, I did manage to connect writing with this discussion. Because without these attributes bequeathed to me by my Mom, I might have fallen by the wayside, disheartened and wimping out at the first obstacle toward achieving publication. If I had not inherited her passion, her determination, her love of creating I’d have never written my stories. In fact, that was going to be included in my Golden Heart acceptance speech. “Thank you to my mother who gave me what I needed to survive this: the love of the written word, the stubbornness to keep at it and the hope to never give up.” She in fact had a favorite T-shirt with that quote from Jim Valvano “Don’t give up. Don’t ever give up.”

And she didn’t. Not through the death of her husband. Not through two heart surgeries. Not through that last year as her life slowly slipped away. The grief of losing her has been made bearable only by the knowledge that she gave me these gifts that live on in me. I’m passionate about my writing. I’m determined to make it to publication. I will spend my days creating stories with the HEA. And....

I won’t give up. I won’t ever give up.

What types of gifts have your mothers passed onto you? Tell me something about your mother that surprised you. (Mine? I found out right before she passed away that she LOVED the rodeo! How did I not know that?).

November 15th-Thelma's Birthday. Happy Birthday Mama!

Monday, November 12, 2007

Bestselling Author Nalini Singh is in the Lair!

by Anna Campbell

Last Christmas, I had a doozy of a flu and I was feeling so VERY sorry for myself. So I picked up a book that had been lurking on the TBR pile and it was so compelling, all my woes and aches and miseries went away and I was transported into this fascinating new world. A world full of really sexy heroes and amazing sensual tension and heart-stopping danger. You guessed it, I was yet another convert to Nalini Singh's brilliant Psy/Changeling series. These books have taken the romance world by storm and I'm delighted that Nalini has stopped by to shoot the breeze with the Banditas today.

Nalini, welcome to the Banditas! We’re so excited that you could find the time to visit us today. Firstly, can you tell us about your road to publication? Was it long and hard or were you one of these people who found success without too much failure along the way?

I wrote many, many, MANY words before I sold. But while dealing with rejection over and over was very hard at the time, the tough road to publication was also very valuable to my development as a writer. I think of this period as my apprenticeship - I learned so much and honed my skills so I felt ready for publication when it came. One thing not many people know is my very first book – DESERT WARRIOR - was picked up out of the slush pile. So if you're in that spot yourself, there's hope!

What has influenced your writing? Books? Movies? TV programs? Real life? Do you read a lot of paranormal for pleasure? Who are your favorite writers?

Influences are many and varied, from which country I'm living in to what I see out the window of the bus! I think most writers are that way - we see the world through the lens of imagination. I read across the board for pleasure, paranormal included. I have so many favorite writers, including: JD Robb, Jude Deveraux, Jayne Castle/Jayne Ann Krentz, Anne Bishop, Anne McCaffrey, Mercedes Lackey and Kay Hooper. More recently, I've fallen in love with Gena Showalter's ability to make me laugh, Meljean Brook's sexy, vain vampire, Ilona Andrews's and Patricia Briggs’s urban fantasy worlds, as well as Kristine Kathryn Rusch's “Retrieval Artist” series. Um, should I go on?

You write for Harlequin and Berkley single title. Do you find there's any difference in your approach to working across genres? What do you like about the different streams within your writing?

At the moment I'm focusing on the single titles, but when I was writing both, I did find differences. Category requires a much tighter story-world, while with single titles, there's more room for sub-plots. And with my Psy/Changeling series, I have scope to develop an overarching plot through a number of books as well. However, the skill of writing tight is one I'm very, very glad I had a chance to develop. Because single title gives you so much freedom, it can be tempting to go off on tangents. I love having so much room to play, but I'm always very aware of bringing it back to the love story.

You've created an amazing, vivid world with your Psy/Changeling series. Can you talk a little bit about how you put that world together, what inspired it, how you create such a convincing environment for your characters?

The world came together very organically. If you've been to my website, you'll know that I wrote the first draft in three weeks around a full-time job. It was insane in the best way. I just had these two powerful characters in my head - Sascha and Lucas - and when I started writing about them, they bought their world with them. It's still an organic and growing world - with each book, I see more and more of it. However, continuity is something I pay a lot of attention to. I have a story bible with info about the characters, details of the world, research notes, you name it. It's crucial that the world remains coherent as the books progress - I think it makes it the books far richer, because actions have consequences, and relationships that get forged in one book don't disappear in the next.

You do amazing sensual tension in your books. The sexual awareness just crackles between your characters. Can you offer any tips as to how you achieve that effect?

I think it's important to always keep in mind that the sexual tension develops from the attraction between two people. It sounds basic, but it's critical, and you have to give time for that attraction to develop. It's tempting to get the hero and heroine into bed straight away, but waiting can pay off (no pun intended). With CARESSED BY ICE, I had an iceman of a hero. The love scene was a long time coming 'cause this guy had to thaw out! Readers wrote to me saying they were crazy with waiting by the time the love scene came...but that it was worth it. The world literally shook (you gotta read the book to get that joke *grin*). So I guess what I'm saying is - stay true to your characters, give them the time they need, but make sure you deliver. No one likes a tease!

You live in New Zealand. Has this had any impact, good or bad, on your career or writing?

I think the isolation was good in terms of the development of my voice. I had (and still do have) a good bunch of friends in the Romance Writer of NZ, which was a tiny organization back when I first joined, and I had a good source of information in the RWNZ newsletter, but I wasn't bombarded with what I "should" or shouldn't be doing. I wrote from the heart and sent submissions out.

Can you tell us about your current book?

Currently, I have a novella out in AN ENCHANTED SEASON - Tamsyn and Nate's story is a sizzling prequel to my series. And in September, I had CARESSED BY ICE, the story of an assassin and the shapeshifter he falls in love with. CBI was just voted the best print paranormal romance by the readers at NightOwl Romance, which was really exciting.

Congratulations, Nalini! It’s always nice to get that sort of validation, isn’t it? Can you tell us about what you're working on now?

I'm currently working on book 5 of my Psy/Changeling series. It's called HOSTAGE TO PLEASURE and it's about Dorian, a sentinel in a powerful leopard pack, and one of its most dangerous members. Dorian lost his sister to a serial killer and he's so angry deep inside that it threatens to consume him. He's not ready for a mate...but when it happens, there's no way he's going to let her get away.

Oh, I’ve been hanging out for Dorian’s story. He’s one sexy big cat ;-) Congratulations on your success. You really have become a shining star in the writing firmament (waxing poetic here). What has your writing career so far taught you? Were there any major surprises along the way to becoming a bestselling author? Do you have any advice for people just starting a career?

Thanks, Anna! My advice and what I've learned - Work hard, write lots and get submissions out there. Luck is what you make of it. As for surprises, I've been wonderfully surprised by how many people have fallen in love with my Psy/Changeling world. It's been an amazing ride and I'm hoping it continues for a long, looooooong time!! :)

Nalini is giving away a signed copy from her backlist (winner’s choice) to a commenter who she’ll choose at random. Good luck.

Here's my question for you all. Who are your favorite authors and why? Tell me about your keepers, the books and/or authors you can read over and over.

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Bandita Booty!


Thanks so much to Keira who came up with the idea and everyone who played when I did my blog on sports and romance. I'd love to give you all a copy of SIZZLE, SEDUCE AND SIMMER. But as there's only one winner, I pulled a name out of a hat and it is...

DRUMROLL...

Annie Doyle!!!!!

Annie, can you please email me on anna@annacampbell.info with your snail mail details and I'll post your cookbook and your apron off to you. Congratulations!

Anna

Boys 'n Ballet


By Kirsten Scott

Romance readers are rather, er, old fashioned about their men. They like them big, strong, and alpha. No whimps or nerds need apply. Though we'd like to think the genre isn't limited by stereotypical male/female roles, this is one place where you don't see a lot of variety. Tall, dark, and handsome still describes most of our heros.

I've been thinking about this because my son just started taking ballet, and he's really enjoying it. He's young, still in elementary school, and not exactly the most graceful thing on the planet. He got interested in taking lessons because last year my daughter's ballet school put on productions of the Nutcracker and Peter Pan. The Nutcracker, if you haven't seen it for a while, involves an army of toys battling an army of scary mice. Peter Pan involves sword play, pirates, and flying.

Suddenly, ballet looked pretty darn cool.

But here's where I put my gender stereotyping on the line: it's making us a little uncomfortable. (Okay, it's mostly making my husband uncomfortable. I happen to think male dancers are HOT.) How many men do you know who dance? Read a romance lately with a male dancer as the hero? It's all well and good for us to say we're open minded and liberal when it comes to women assuming male roles, but when it comes right down to it, do you think a male dancer (a ballerino?) can be masculine?

What do you think? Could you send your little man to the dance studio and put him in a pair of tights and ballet slippers? Could you read a romance with a hero who was a dancer? Why is it so easy to open our minds to stereotyping when it comes to women, but so hard when it comes to men?

Friday, November 9, 2007

ANNA CAMPBELL RIFFS ABOUT ROMANCE, SPORTSMEN AND SEXY COOKBOOKS!


OK, important things first! I’m giving away a fantastic prize to a random commenter so comment now and comment often! Marion Lennox, double RITA winner and all round good egg, has put together a wonderful anthology of romantic short stories and recipes from some of Australia and New Zealand’s most popular authors. I was delighted when she asked me for a recipe – and even more delighted when she didn’t ask me for a short story as short isn’t my forte. But that’s meat for another blog! Anyway, the resulting volume has just hit the stands in Oz and it’s called SIZZLE, SEDUCE AND SIMMER. You can buy it here.

So the prize is a signed copy of SIZZLE, SEDUCE AND SIMMER and a fantastic apron with the cover printed on it – great for when you try the brilliant recipes that will have your mouth watering, I guarantee. Good luck and may the games begin!

And speaking of games, I’d like to thank regular Bandita visitor Keira for the idea that turned into today’s blog. We were talking privately about how strange it is that cricket features so rarely in historical romances, even though most historicals are set in Britain and cricket is such a huge part of the culture there. We then talked about amazing cricketers of the past and I’ve included pictures of some of the legends for your viewing pleasure – Don Bradman, the greatest exponent of the sport ever and an AUSSIE (pauses to wipe away a sentimental tear), Imran Khan who was always a pleasure to watch, in many, many ways, Vivian Richards, same.

Keira and I then moved on to talking about how writing a novel is very like a Test Match. Now, for those of you who find cricket completely bamboozling, don’t worry, we’re not going to delve into silly mid-offs and sticky wickets and 12th men (hmm, wonder what was wrong with the first 11!). But just to explain, a Test Match was originally a five-day event (I’ve got a feeling now that they’re four days – cricket actually isn’t my specialty) where two teams of 11 men play for the honor of their country and the glory of the game.

I asked Keira for her thoughts on why writing a novel is like a Test match and this is her brilliant response:

Those of us writing historicals set in the British Isles can relate to imposing civilized rules upon our unruly characters, not unlike the British public school system of Eton and Harrow, or the most popular English export of all time (barring Nutella) is cricket. Not the chirpy kind, but the kind that required a wooden bat, a hard stitched-leather ball, dollops of patience, and reams of arcane and archaic rules as well as a few civilized rules. It's a gentlemanly game lasting five days with precise start and end times and breaks for lunch and afternoon tea, having decided to forgo the elevenses. A slow and steady tortoise-like perseverance is what wins the game. You start out of the hatch foaming at the mouth, you're going to get out soon. Surviving by cultivating a Zen-like approach is the main strategy. The writing life is much like a cricket test match. It's a long-haul game of survival, of patience, of developing a calm attitude towards rejections/boos, and a dogged adherence to the writing goals of the current project.
I think Keira has hit on something profound here. Writing is like playing a long, long game of cricket. You need strategy. You need fitness (mental and physical although I can’t really comment on the physical!). You need to be tough, again both mentally and physically. You’ve got to play through those hot afternoon hours after lunch which can seem endless. You’ve got to keep your eye on the ball and wait for the opportunity that comes from nowhere to score a six or get that batsman out. Through all that long, long game, you have to stay alert and ready to make the strokes that will win the match. And even though cricket isn’t my specialty, my father was an enormous fan, and I can remember moments where a match has turned on a sixpence and everything changed in the flash of an eye because of something unexpected or brave or brilliant that a single player did. All of these things can be applied to writing.

So here’s my question for you. What is your favorite sport and does it offer you lessons you can take into your writing life? Or life in general! It’s not just writers here. I know many people find sportspeople inspiring because of their perseverance and skill and pursuit of excellence. I look forward to sharing the wonderful recipes in SIZZLE, SEDUCE AND SIMMER with the lucky winner!

Rita Winner Dianna Love Snell is in da Lair!


by Cassondra Murray

Get inspired by a fearless, fast-track writer, and enter to win one of three awesome prizes!

It was just about this time of year, two years ago, when Dianna Love Snell emailed me to ask if I’d sent in my Golden Heart entry.

“Well,” I typed, “I entered last year and finished in the bottom quarter. I wasn’t going to enter again.” I hit send. It took about two seconds for this email to pop into my inbox.

“You never stop putting your pages in front of them. Never.”

I griped my way to FedEx and sent my entry. I finaled. And the world shifted a little. I’ve believed in my writing a LOT more since then, and it’s because one lady took the time to push me when I needed it. It’s my honor and great pleasure to welcome that lady to the Bandit lair for the first time. Dianna, thanks for joining us.

Thanks for asking me to blog on this great site! I’m really a newbie at blogging – this is my first guest appearance, so thank YOU. I hear about the Romance Bandits all over the place. Yes, as Cassondra said, I get pushy when it comes to seeing any of you miss a chance to get your pages in front of an editor. Everything you do is a step forward no matter how large or small, so you have to keep taking those steps.

Dianna, you didn’t come into the world with pen (or keyboard) in hand. It was a paintbrush wasn’t it? You’ve built a phenomenal career creating specialty art projects. Will you tell us about your journey to writing award-winning Romantic Suspense?

I often joke that I fell out of the womb an artist. I won an art competition in third grade. I’ve had a love affair with pen and paper my whole life. I enjoyed writing in school, but it wasn’t my goal as a teen. My passion – to sketch and paint photo-realistic portraits - led to the businesses I built starting at age seventeen when I was faced with living alone and supporting myself. Small signs were okay, but I gravitated to painting walls 100’ long and murals.


People in outdoor advertising needed someone who could paint lifelike faces 15’ tall on billboards, and would climb two-hundred feet in the air to do it. Over the years, I created several companies and sold all of them except the one I now have, where I create large marketing projects that are three dimensional or Electronic.

After years of hanging hundreds of feet in the air alone, I started to amuse myself by creating stories. I’d gotten to the point I could paint and do something else mentally at the same time. Once I shifted gears in business to producing
projects that required neon bending, sign fabricating, steel workers, electricians, engineers and cranes, I had huge chunks of time when I wasn’t physically doing the work myself.

It’s not possible for a Type-A to be dormant. My husband says I’m like a shark, always moving.

I’d built and installed three 25’ tall fiberglass Coca-Cola bottles for Fenway Park (Congrats to the Red Sox winning the World Series this year!) in the late 90s. In 2001, during flights back and forth from Atlanta to Boston for another Fenway Park project, I started writing down ideas I planned to give to a “real” writer.

I caught the bug and couldn’t stop – the result of that beginning was WORTH EVERY RISK (Silhouette 2005). It didn’t take long before I had every bit as much passion for writing as I’d always had for art and could not get enough when it came to learning the craft.

Of course, that publishing success didn’t happen overnight. Dianna writes kick-butt heroines, but for me, she is the model of the tough yet tender lady we’d all like to emulate. Note the gorgeous Harley in the photo below.

Side note—she and her hottie husband, Karl, do bike trips across the US for fun. On separate motorcycles, thank you very much. That bike is her baby and you better not mess with it...... .uh….. .ahem…oh yes, I did have a point….

Dianna, I’ve noticed something consistent about the way you do almost everything. You decide what you want, and then you go and get it no matter the odds. Your drive is almost a tactile thing, like a ramrod that, once you’ve headed in a given direction, seems to clear the way for you. Were you born with that inner drive?

I’d have to say I was born with a drive I can’t tamp down. I do believe you can increase your drive or decrease it – based on your positive or negative mindset, the people you allow (and I do mean allow) in your inner circle and the value you place on your time. I place far more value on time than I do on anything else in this world with the exception of my husband and family. I follow my passion.

That hasn’t always come easy has it? I’ve learned bits and pieces of your story over the years. Will you share some of your background here?

I started my first job in the ‘70s in a steno pool at a large corporation and knew I’d never be happy working at a desk. People thought I had lost my mind when I handed in my notice because that was an era when you stayed at a job, especially at a big company.


People I had covered work for, celebrated their weddings and child births, had gotten to be "friends" with turned their backs on me and would not speak. It was amazingly hostile. They said I'd never amount to anything because I was leaving a job after a year.

I worked two restaurant jobs (one at night during the week and one all weekend) because they fed me a meal, the money was good and I liked the work. Customers came in and offered me office work. When I said no, they'd say, "Don't you want a job with some prestige?" I told them I couldn’t eat or pay rent with prestige. The only place that would rent an apartment to a single woman (they thought you were a prostitute if you were living alone at my age) was over a bar. I had to nail the window shut at night because it opened to the walkway.

Looking back, I realize my "live on my terms" attitude threatened many of them who maybe wanted to leave, but were terrified of the possibility that they might never work for a company that big again, with all those benefits.


My mother died at 42, two weeks after I graduated from high school and on the first vacation we'd ever taken. The way I saw it, there were no guarantees about how long we get to do what we want here.


And that’s your point, isn’t it? You followed your heart against the odds, and your business and career grew from there? I’ve heard you speak of this before—that if you’re not passionate about it, you just don’t do it.

I will always go back to passion when searching for the drive to accomplish a task or reach a goal. Here’s the secret - “If you truly want to do something, you will find a way.” I have never known where life would lead me, but figured if I followed my passion I would at least be happy during the journey. It hasn’t always been an easy journey, but it has always been a satisfying one. I find it much easier to get up in the morning and face a long day working at something I love than something I tolerate.

You’ve hit upon one of the reasons I wanted you to be our guest. You once said to me, “Don’t play their games…you take what you can use and you walk away and let the rest slide off.” Whether that’s a judge’s irrational comments, an editor or agent’s rejection, the loss of a coveted contract, promotion, or anything else in life, can you tell us how you use that to keep your head and heart on your own true path?

I do believe we drive our lives either in a productive way, a destructive way, a boring way, a strong way...not just in a good or bad way.

I needed money to buy paper when I was in middle school because we had a large family and a notebook was for school work only. Things like a blank sheet of white paper were frivolous. I drew charcoal portraits for supply money to feed my art habit.

People stood over my shoulder when I drew, which will make or break you when it comes to putting your work out in the world for criticism. 99% of the walls and murals I painted were done in front of the client and the world. So by the time I started writing, I had been through much worse as a teen than being told someone didn’t like my character or there wasn’t enough conflict.

When I started my business in Tampa it was frowned upon for a female to work out in a “labor” type environment. Men did not want women in the sign business – it was the ‘70s after all. Once you’ve walked into twenty-five businesses a day for weeks on end to be told, “We don’t want a girl painting our sign,” you have to decide to fade away or buck up and prove them wrong. I decided that if I proved I could paint as good – or better – than their male painters, they could not afford to turn me away.

I focused on becoming the best in my field. I was the only female doing that work in the ‘80s, and eventually I was the lead contractor in some of largest outdoor companies in the country.

You think life got simpler then? Nope. Five different times other painters sabotaged my work so I’d have to repaint the art, and some stole my equipment.

Eventually, the small minded people always fall away because they focus on the wrong things.

So you see, my philosophy is still the same – follow my passion, work at my craft to be the best that I can, act professionally and be good to others. That’s why in writing I try to help anyone I can.

Creative endeavors are not just hard work, but to create is to make a withdrawal from your muse bank. It’s easy to overdraw and think you are going to be bankrupt once in a while. That’s when you may need a helping hand from a friend.

Your passion for writing is paying off. I was thrilled to be up front, in the audience as a GH finalist when, in 2006, you won a Rita for Best Long Contemporary for your first book, Worth Every Risk, a Silhouette Intimate Moments. Did that change you or your writing?

To win in my category – Long Contemporary - was really a shock.
I can not tell you how much the cheers that
night meant to me. Even typing now it touches my heart to think about how many people wished me well.

I want that for every one of you.

As for what winning did for my writing - my agent started banking the award as soon as she got home—using it for leverage on submitted projects. We sold a novella not long after that. I don’t think an editor will buy a book because of an award, but I have had quite a few editors and agents come up to speak to me since winning, so the RITA – like the Golden Heart - definitely brings your name and face to the attention of the industry.

The first Worth Every Risk book out of my box of early copies and RITA, as Karl calls her, sit on our mantel and reminds me every day that anything is within my grasp if I’m willing to reach for it.

You have exciting things on the horizon—A novella, MIDNIGHT KISS GOODBYE, is scheduled for release in October 2008 as part of a St. Martin’s Press anthology DEAD AFTER DARK. This would suggest your writing has taken a paranormal turn, but you’ve included paranormal elements from early on, right?

I’m really flattered to be included in this anthology. Lead author is NYT best seller Sherrilyn Kenyon (who just hit #1 on the NYT list!) plus two more NYT best sellers – J. R. Ward and Susan Squires – then me.

I’ve had this strange paranormal series for a while, but didn’t let my agent take it out during the onslaught of Vampire and Werewolf submissions and releases because I don’t write those and no one wanted anything else. There are plenty of great authors already producing top Vamp and Were stories.

I’ve always had a keen interest in the paranormal, but the stories that came to me were a bit different. In fact, two editors have been interested in them, but when they pitched the stories at editorial meetings they were told marketing didn’t know how to market them. (Sidebar – Sherrilyn tells me she heard much the same thing about her now famous Dark-Hunter series, building an inch thick file of rejections on this series during the year before the first Dark-Hunter book sold.) The big thing about creating in a different subgenre is that I haven’t changed the core of my writing – I still write romantic suspense.

As authors, we will always be faced with morphing what we create to follow the change reflected in society and what readers want, but in my opinion this doesn’t mean to write whatever the latest hot streak is. I had one editor suggest if I changed my paranormal into a vampire story she’d take it. Hard offer to pass on, right? Not really. If it’s not what I write, then it will show in my story no matter how hard I try. Yes, I might get a “contract,” but if the story is not what I do best then will I build a reader base? Will I enjoy continuing the series?

A contract does not guarantee that you’ll continue with a house. Readers buying your book is the best guarantee. I’ve seen several new authors jump to change their stories to something they really don’t write only to have poor sell throughs, which ended in going out of contract. The next publishing house always wants to see your numbers. So there’s a lot more at stake than just getting a contract if you plan to build a career. Give serious thought to every opportunity.

I want readers to feel what I feel when I’m writing. If done appropriately and for the right reasons, passing on a project is not going to end your relationship with an editor. I’m still in dialogue with this editor on other things. The novella I sold is a taste of my paranormal series and I give kudos to Monique Patterson at St. Martin’s Press, for publishing something a bit strange. She’s an incredibly sharp editor. I’m excited about all four of the stories in the anthology and feel privileged to be included in such talented company.

Another release, waiting in the wings, is creating quite a buzz. You and Sherrilyn are co-writing the next B.A.D. Agency book for Pocket (June 2008). Will you tell us how you and Sherrilyn came to work together on this book?

Sherri asked me to tour with her the first time in 2006. I agreed because she had become a good friend who needed help so that she could give her best to her fans at each stop.

Touring 101 – with us - is hitting a city in mid afternoon, rushing to the hotel (“if” there is time to do that first) to change clothes, then racing to make the signing. Eating and sleeping are not optional and not generally part of the schedule most days. Somehow, we both manage to walk in on time. That’s when it’s all worthwhile.

Sherri draws over 150 fans at signings and many will have been sitting there for hours waiting. Some will have driven 6 hours or flown in. They bring friends and family. Sherri talks and does a Q&A until they are ready to sign then she takes her time with each one, chatting as she signs their stacks of books.


What amazes me is that Sherri knows so many by their names. We’ve turned these signings into fan events and the time spent from entering until we collapse in the car is exhilarating. I’ve learned a great deal by touring with someone like Sherri. I’ve also become better known by booksellers and readers due to Sherri’s generous nature – she always takes the time to introduce me as an author. Along the way, we became better friends ( touring like this will make or break a friendship, and don’t even think about doing it with a spouse).


It was on this last trip that we started discussing her next book for the B.A.D. Agency series. When she told me the blurb for the story, I naturally started suggesting things that could happen, then the two of us were brainstorming like mad.


Sherri’s reaction was “wow, that is so cool, why don’t we write this together?” What was my answer? Well, let’s just say my momma drowned all her stupid kids.

This collaboration is a contemporary romantic action/suspense. Can you give us a taste of Phantom In The Night?

On loan to the New Orleans police department, Terri Mitchell is working undercover for the Bureau of American Defense. The B.A.D. Agency suspects a drug kingpin of funding terrorism. When bizarre rumors begin to surface of a ghost interrogating members of that ring, she becomes suspicious. She doesn't believe in the paranormal, but an eerie encounter with someone in a dark house leaves her shaken. Could he be a phantom?


Most of all, the encounter leaves her beguiled and intrigued. She has to get to the bottom of an investigation that takes a deadly turn at every corner. Is this phantom really a spirit conjured up from the depth of the bayou, or a man set on a course of vengeance? The search for that answer puts her life in jeopardy when faced with exposing the worlds and plans of powerful people behind an unconscionable attack against innocent citizens.


To succeed, Terri will have to also reveal her phantom's secrets that will destroy him…and any future with a man who has captured her heart and soul with his dark passion.

The deadline looms for that June release, right along with holiday madness, and I know you’ve been holed up in the writing cave. I’m so pleased you were able to join us in spite of all that. Is there anything else you’d like to say to writers or readers about how you’ve tackled the ups and downs of the writing life so successfully?

Yes, speaking of deadlines…. All of you have a deadline of some sort right now. If it isn’t at home or in your day job, then it’s your own personal writing deadline.

Right now, many of you face finishing your Golden Heart submission in time to ship. I wish for all of you to have understanding and supportive families, but I bet there are some who catch grief while trying to finish their book so they can get into this prestigious contest. It’s hard to explain why you aren’t cooking a meal, visiting a friend, watching television with your significant other, making a ball game or why you are just plain grouchy from burnout when there isn’t a book deal on the line.

That’s why I am always confused by authors writing on contract who go on and on bemoaning a deadline.

Well, duh. Wasn’t that the point in going after a book contract? I’ve been around some very prolific authors who are on perpetual deadline and never utter a word about it. It’s their job, what they agreed to do.

Yes, I am in my writing cave this week typing furiously...and thrilled to have a deadline looming. Selling books and having a deadline is the good news that should be celebrated. It’s much more difficult for an unpublished author to forgo things they’d really like to do to finish a book and do revisions with no guarantee of a contract. I definitely know what that is like and empathize with those of you still waiting.

Get those manuscripts out there so that you can have a contract and deadline. When you do, remember to celebrate reaching your dream.

Everyone has a different journey on the way to reaching goals. Is there a time you’ve gone against the grain, stood up against the odds? Or would you LIKE to do that?

What home, family or writing deadline are you facing at the moment? And how do you handle the pressure when deadlines loom and stress levels mount?

And inquiring minds want to know….Is there chocolate involved?

All who comment will be entered to win one of the following three great giveaways:

1) An autographed copy of Worth Every Risk! (no longer available except through those in the know—ahem….that would be YOU, Bandita friends (grin) )

2) A five-page manuscript critique—in time for the Golden Heart if you’re entering!


3)A certificate for an autographed copy of Phantom In The Night—signed by Sherrilyn Kenyon and Dianna Love Snell, to be delivered as soon as the book is out!

Thursday, November 8, 2007

Words, Words, Words...

by Jeanne Adams

Writers live for words. We play with them. Substitute them. Delete them, add them and even invent them. Our "job" if you will, is to wordsmith; to hammer at the verbs and nouns, pronouns and participles, forging them into sentences that invoke images in our readers minds. If we do it well, we eventually get to the point where we win contests, get contracts, and get to see our name in print. Woohoo! If we don't...well, we don't. But print or no print, there are very few of us who could actually stop writing, even if we decided this publishing nonsense was for the birds. I know several Banditas who will admit that they tried to stop - much like giving up drugs or smoking - but came back to the addiction after a month, or two. In some cases, it took years to return to the "habit" but return they did. They couldn't stop. (Thank goodness, where would we be without Anna's CTC? and AC's wonderful soon-to-be published works?)

Neither can I, of course. Stop, that is. Thank goodness too, since if I'd given up, I'd never have gotten to be a Bandita, never gotten the privilege of a publishing contract. Not only that, my dear, departed Mama would have risen from the grave and boxed my ears. (She was a never-say-die kind of lady!) Grins. With an English teacher for a Mom and a Director of Libraries (now retired) for a Dad, I learned to love and play with words at an early age. My whole family loves books, love words and puns and malapropisms. Shakespeare, Dickens, Dante, Thurber, Dickinson and Austin were Olympians in my house. Point in fact, we can all quote from Macbeth and Othello. (And Mad Magazine, and the movie The Princess Bride!)

But its the playing with the words, the sly puns and the double entendres that's the most fun. Don't you agree? My sister regularly sends me "Eggcorns" - the misuses of words and phrases by public figures, all listed in their glory on the Eggcorn database. An Eggcorn, BTW, is what someone called an acorn. Some of my favorites include:

A posable thumbs - the real phrase? Opposable thumbs, meaning our ability to grasp.
A mute/mood point - the real phrase? A moot point. (Just how would one make a mute - silent - point? Assassination?)
A shot over the bough - the real phrase? A shot over the bow, as in the bow or front of a ship, rather than the limb of a tree.
And other words - the real phrase? In other words.
Collaborating evidents for the real phrase Corroborating evidence.
Extract vengeance for exact revenge...
Lack toast and intolerant...heehee, the real phrase? Lactose (milk) intolerance. This one nearly made me inhale Diet Coke when I read it, I was laughing so hard. I'm STILL laughing at it.


Never seizes to amaze
...for never ceases to amaze
Reek hammock (It stinks, I tell ya!)...for wreak havoc
Take with a grain assault (Quit throwing rice, darn it!) for take with a grain of salt
Two sense worth...two cents worth

You get the idea. And then there are the authors who in their zeal for the language, use a word in their book that is so arcane, so obscure that it stops you in your tracks and you have to go look it up. I read Mercedes Lackey and James Mallory's trilogy as it came out over the last two years. In the first book, they used the word marmoreal. I had no idea, from context, what on earth this could mean. I had to look it up.
What I mean is that it bothered me so much that I had to stop reading and Go Look It Up. Grrrr. Thankfully, I have this awesome, massive, four-inch-wide, ten pound dictionary. It exists solely to offer definitions for those incredibly odd, old, or long-forgotten words; unlike the ubiquitous Collegiate Webster's everyone has from school. As an aside, I met a woman not long ago who doesn't own a dictionary. Sacrilege, I say! Egads! How can this BE? (She owns five Bibles, but not one dictionary. What's wrong with this picture? I've had to look up tons of Biblical babble! Haven't you?)

BTW, marmoreal means "like marble." Yeah. Uh-huh. I use THAT one every day, don't you? Or remuda, which is a herd of horses. Yup. That's self-evident. NOT! Even those of us crazy enough to have taken Latin (JoMama, I know YOU did!) can't get some of these because they aren't based on Latin. Then again, lamia is Latin, but who the heck would get vampire out of the root word for blood? Jeeez.

Language, in all it's forms is so fascinating. The learning of it, the playing with it never ceases to fascinate. I love learning new words and phrases. I like to hear slang from different countries-our Banditas from Oz tell me that "flat out like a lizard drinking" is a euphemism Down Under for going fast. Did I get that right, gals?


What are some of YOUR favorite words, phrases or slang? Ever have to look one up, like marmoreal? Teach me a few new ones, ladies! The most unusual wins a Bandit Booty Barnes and Nobles gift certificate.

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Passion Will Take You There

by Cassondra Murray


Thanks to all of you who joined me today for the discussion of great first kisses in real life and fiction--and the passion those kisses evoke.

On Friday (day after tomorrow), I'll have the priviledge of sharing an interview with a rising star, and more important, my dear friend, Dianna Love Snell.


Dianna has gone against the odds and often against the grain, to follow her passion through life, and it's led her to some brilliant successes, among them the lovely Golden Lady named RITA you see in the picture.


I hope you'll join me on Friday as Dianna shares her story, her philosophy, and her words of encouragement for you no matter where you are in writing, or in life.~~Cassondra

Killer Kisses

by Cassondra Murray

I admit it.

I've had a few.


I've had MORE that fell flat.

But I'll tell you about one that did not fall flat. I bet I wasn't more than 18 years old.

I was running lights and sound for a local band at a gig 20 miles from my home town. It was your typical southern hole-in-the-wall warehouse of a dance club. Too loud, too crass, and all there was to do on a weekend in a small Kentucky town. Alcohol was illegal (it was a dry county) and had to be bought from the bootlegger and sneaked in--poured underneath the table into plastic cups of Coca Cola, and almost nobody was old enough to drink.

But here's the thing. I was NOT your typical kid. Never smoked, never did drugs (nope, not even a joint--just didn't see the point of it) and NEVER drank alcohol--especially if I had to drive. I was the definition of a good girl. That night, at that club, I wasn't drinking. I was there to work for my buddies in the band (for free of course, unless you counted the "cool factor" that went with the job). After the second set, when the band took its break, we sat around in the dark at ugly plastic laminate tables, eating bad nachos with fake cheese, and I looked over at another table and there he was, silhouetted against the lights of the disco ball.

And he was looking at me.

And it happened. That THING happened.

You know the thing.

That chemistry thing. Magnet to metal. Moth to flame. He was lean and a little rugged, with a bad-boy, barely-there beard and dark hair exactly too-long-enough.

I looked away. Then I looked back. And he was still looking at me.

It took almost the entire band break before the DJ finally played a slow song. I looked away for the thirty-fifth time and when I looked up, there he was, standing beside me, STILL looking at me. I don't think he said a word. He held out his hand and I went with him to the dance floor and about thirty seconds later he was kissing me, and he didn't stop kissing me until the song ended.

I don't remember his name.

But oh boy, do I remember that kiss. It may have been my first taste of real passion.

Now, much older and much wiser, I wonder where, exactly, that little boy learned to kiss like that. And where he learned to look at me like that, and keep looking when he shouldn't have. And thank heavens I was too scared to go back the following night because I was in waaaaaaay over my head for certain.

I think it was the power of it that scared me.


And I think it's that same power that makes us turn the pages of the books, and lean forward as the tension builds on screen, and makes us yearn and dream and get all starry-eyed and maybe ache just a little when we remember certain moments. When the chemistry is right, the power of the "first kiss" is undeniable.

It's silly what gets the muse going. This time it was an article on the news home page when I logged onto the computer yesterday. An article about how to be a better kisser. There were two separate installments--one from the male perspective, and one from the ladies.

I thought the article was pretty darn dumb. The series of opinions ranged from "always carry breath mints" to making certain you surprise the girl by nailing her with a kiss when she's not expecting it. None of it touched on the things that I believe make a great kiss such a life-altering experience.

Granted, it's a tough subject to approach, because everyone is different, and each individual will have different likes and dislikes.

But kisses are a subject discussed with some frequency in the circles of romance writers, and it seems to me that a lot was left unsaid.

For instance, if I were to say, "Toss out nominations for the BEST FIRST KISS in a film," odds are every one of you will have a particular unforgettable moment that you could name--usually without a lot of angst over which one to pick. And if we went a little further and analyzed just why that kiss was so spectacular, I bet you could come up with a reason why it tops your list.


For me, there's no competition. The best first kiss in a film was in "The Last of The Mohicans."

I think it's the way he looks at her first. There it is again--that looking thing--maybe that's my weakness.

The anticipation. The knowing you'll get there, but not....quite...yet....

That little pause just before lips touch lips.

They use that pause to sell stuff. Have you ever noticed--it's not the kiss itself they put in advertisements? It's the pause just before the kiss.

What is it about that?

Does that little pause--the looking--the wanting--make you ache with anticipation?

I remember some long-ago history or anthropology class where some professor said that humans haven't actually been kissing for all that long. Not sure how he knew that for certain--I mean, he was old, but not THAT old.... as writers we spend a lot of time on the buildup, and the payoff of that first kiss for our couples--and screenwriters use it just as effectively--along with the talent of amazing actresses, actors, and directors, to make us feel that moment right along with the characters.

What do you think is the magic element?

How in the world did we get from rubbing noses (or grunting and dragging one another into the cave for sex) to selling products on the power of the mere anticipation of a kiss?

Is there some magical mating of souls that happens when just the right lips touch just the right other pair of lips? Or is the anticipation the best part for you?

Do you have a favorite "kiss memory" that you're willing to share? Or maybe you have them but won't share...oooo...la-la!

What part of the "first kiss" ignites your passion and holds you breathless--in real life or in fiction?

Can you name your favorite fictional "first kiss?"

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

And The Winner...

of ONE of the following by Stephanie Rowe is...Heather Hiestand!! Congratulations, Heather! Please send me an email at bethandrews91@gmail.com and let me know which of the following prizes you choose:

1) An autographed copy of one of Stephanie's backlist (winner’s choice)
OR
2) A critique of a one page query letter (two rounds of critiques)
OR
3) A critique of a five page (double spaced) synopsis
OR
4) A critique of the first five pages of a manuscript (double spaced)
Congratulations, Heather and thanks to everyone who commented!

Time Travel

by Joan Kayse

Last week I was off from work. I hesitate to call it an actual vacation as I had no wonderful trips planned or exotic places to explore. Oh, I tried. I hinted and slyly suggested to various friends that New York City would be fun. Hey, how about a weekend in Gatlinburg? Um, what about Chicago?

Sigh. No takers.

I consoled myself that it is was economically prudent and just good sense to spend some time at home and take care of business. Organize my desk. Wash clothes. Clean closets.

Bleah.

What does this have to do with time travel? Well, ends up my closets took me back in time to other worlds, places I’d been in my life filled with memories. Check out some of the items I found:

My report cards. Yup, every one from first grade to high school. Turns out I was horrible in math, marginal in the sciences but could read an eighth grader under the table by the time I was ten. I only got sent to the principal’s office once. (I’m sorry. Eddie G. called me a four eyed creep from the deep….he deserved that tack in his desk chair!) Those slips of paper reminded me of the simple times, content times, fun times.

Twenty five purses. Dear Lord, when did I ever need that many purses? I sure don’t have money to put in them. But there they were in all their crocodile, patent and Liz Claiborne glory.

Clothes from the ‘80’s. Passed out on the floor with these. WHY had I saved them? Are shirt dresses and big belts making a come back? What delusional world did I ever live in that made me think I’d wear that stuff again? Or more importantly, do I have enough hair to make big?

A box of Troll dolls. Don’t ask me why, but the handful of colorful fuzzy haired little guys just made me smile. They did NOT go into the Goodwill box. Neither did the little stuffed Taco Bell chihuahua.

A bag of multicolored balls of yarn. Not a lot. Probably enough to knit the chihuahua a sweater.

Now, lest you think my time off was spent deep in nostalgia land and dust bunnies I did find time to write. To exercise. To eat two bags of left over Halloween candy. Seven days of rip roaring fun.

But I ended it with a trip back in time with a visit to the Roman Art from the Louvre. It’s an exhibit not far from Louisville at the Indianapolis Museum of Art. Talk about time travel! The pieces were beautiful. Huge sculptures of people who lived in Rome so many centuries ago. Replicas of the way life was in the time period that is so near and dear to my heart. I was in Roman hog heaven.

It took me less than two minutes to leave my critique partners in the dust. I slipped from statue, to jewelry display, to sarcophagus, to glassware, to representations of the chariot races and gladiator games reading the descriptions and smiling like a loon. My hands itched to touch the smooth coolness of the white marble, to pick up a clay amphorae, (don’t try to get by those retiree docents….they’re brutal LOL). I wanted to run my fingers along the etched inscriptions.


Caesar, take me away!

As an historical writer, I could have no greater gift. I’ve never been to Rome (at least in this lifetime). I rely on books, the internet and occasional movie or television show to give me insights into the world of my characters. But here I could FEEL Jared, Damon and Bran striding along the Via Appia, looking at the intricate sculptures, drinking from the wine bowls, relaxing by a fountain (sigh). It also gave me my new motto “Dum Spiro, Spero” While I breathe, I hope~Cicero.

Well, maybe I did have a vacation after all.

What are some of the things we might find in your closet? What could you simply NOT throw away? Is there any place you have never been but dream about?

Monday, November 5, 2007

Latest Booty Winners!

by Jo Robertson

Thanks for the brilliant participation in the malapropism contest. It was rather like opening Pandora's box, but as they say, "fun was had by all." According to my husband, all the comments were superbly clever, but he finally narrowed the choices to one lucky winner of the Target gift card.

The Malapropism Maven of the Bandita Lair is (very loud drumroll) . . . our very own Bandita CAREN CRANE. I think the winning comment was about her "incontinent" husband!

Since Gerri Russell's website is on the fritz, I'll also announce another Booty winner. Cheri J., please contact Gerri at ggrussell@juno.com to claim your prize!

Lucky

by Susan Seyfarth

I never used to think of myself as lucky. In fact, when I was younger, I considered myself actively unlucky. After all, I was the short, glasses-wearing, flat-as-North-Dakota girl in a family full of curvy, long-legged women with 20/20 vision. Throw in a full-body case of freckles & you have a junior high experience not to be envied.

But I got older. I lived a little. I discovered that what you don't have can't sag & then I got some really, really cute glasses. I realized that there's something to be said for never being taller than your date. And guess what? Girls who read their way through the ugly years are interesting to talk to, which is a bonus when you're finally dating boys old enough to care what a girl has to say.
On the whole, I've felt luckier & luckier with every passing year. Happier. More comfortable in my skin. I've gotten good at just letting the old freak flag fly, you know? Embracing my inner geek. And my outer geek. And the geek that pops out sometimes when I am taken by surprise. All of them.

But own up to writing romance novels? To strangers? That was hard.

See, ever since I quit my job to raise my baby, now 4, people have been asking me how I stay sane at home all day. (It comes up even more often now that we've been joined by my youngest, almost 1.) The answer, of course, is that I write. Romance novels. Unpublished romance novels. Yes, I do have a degree in English. And an MBA. I guess it's just harder to write good smut than you'd think.

And since that's not a conversation I care to have with everybody at my husband's office Christmas party, I started just patting the asker on the arm, smiling vacantly & saying, "Oh, honey, I'm not sane."

But then my husband, who's been treating my writing as a career since well before I ever did, called me out. He said to me, “You’re a WRITER, Susan. You’re good at it, and I’m proud of you. If you don’t start telling people about it, I’m going to.” Gulp. Time to embrace my inner geek again. All of her, this time.

Shortly after this conversation, we went on vacation with my husband's best friend from grad school and his friend’s family. Now bear in mind, this friend’s wife is a VERY accomplished woman. We both have lovely husbands & charming children, but she went & piled on a high-powered career, some scary smarts, & the ability to type really, really fast on a blackberry. Terrifying.

And of course she asked the dreaded question: What do you do to stay sane at home all day with an infant? One look at DH told me I was about to be outed, so I sucked in a deep breath, kissed my credibility with this woman goodbye and confessed. "I write romance novels."

We endured the requisite moment of awkward silence and then she said the unthinkable: “I’ve been writing a pirate novel for YEARS!”

And thus a fast friendship -- and happy critique partnership -- was born.

Now can anybody guess who this woman was? None other than our very own Kirsten Scott. The latest bandita to do us proud & SELL! We went to our first RWA National Conference together in Reno, & were first time GH finalists together in Atlanta. She’s been with me every step of the way on this bizarre, winding career path, and I've been lucky to have her. And I owe it all to my husband, his exquisite taste in friends, & his uncompromising determination to be proud of any old thing I do.

Am I the luckiest girl in the world or what?

So how about you? Has the universe ever rewarded you for being exactly who you are? How have the stars blessed you lately? Where's the luck in your life?

Sunday, November 4, 2007

Malapropism Maven

by Jo Robertson

A malapropism is a word that is used incorrectly in place of another similar sounding word. In fact, the word comes from Richard Sheridan’s Eighteenth Century play The Rivals, in which Mrs. Malaprop constantly misuses words with a comic effect.

My daughters have a game they play where they try to make up malapropisms in their everyday conversation. The trick is to slip the word into the discussion as if you weren’t aware of the error and wait for someone to catch it. You get a point for inventing the malapropism and two points if no one catches it.

Now you have to understand that my youngest daughter Megan often uses malapropisms accidentally, but we never know which ones are intended and which ones aren't.

For example, she is talking to a neighbor who reveals that her husband enjoys playing guitar and keyboards. “Oh,” Megan cries, “my husband’s a magician too.” A little brain fart there. Of course, she meant musician.

Another example: At a party Megan joins a group of other women clustered around the couch. “Are we all conjugating here?” she asks. Uh, congregating?

So, wanna play the Malapropism Game? I’m giving away a fifteen-dollar Target gift certificate to the commenter who wins the award as the Malapropism Maven, the one who comes up with the most clever malapropism. You have to create a sentence using the word in context like the two examples I've given above. Ready, set, go!

My husband will be the judge and YES, Banditas can play! Have at it!

Saturday, November 3, 2007

It Only Takes Once...

By Kirsten Scott

As of Thursday, October 17th, there are now officially two days that completely, and unexpectedly, changed my life.

The first came on January 1, 2000. My husband and I were staying at a condo in Northern Washington with our dear friends the Seyfarths (yes, that's Bandita Susan and husband), celebrating the new millenium. I was in the middle of my third year of law school, and had lately been bitten by that hormonal bug many of you women may recognize. This particular bug called out to me at odd moments of the day, "Procreate! Go Forth and Multiply!"

Now, having a baby wasn't really in the plan for my husband and I. First, I was going to graduate from law school. Then, I was going to study like mad and take the Bar exam. Then we were flying to New Zealand for a vacation before I started work at The Firm. Sometime after I had paid off some portion of my enormous student loan, we would think about babies.

But I've never been particularly patient (understatement of the year) person and there was one time..ONE TIME I TELL YOU...that I threw caution to the wind.

And it only took once.

We found out on New Years Day. Awestruck at what a difference one day can make, we changed all our plans. I put off starting work at The Firm, put the student loans on the 30 year plan, and New Zealand became a distant dream. We had a beautiful baby boy about two weeks after I took the Bar. Just like that, life changed.

So it happened again, on October 17th, 2007. I was at work, reading email during an endlessly boring meeting. Fabulous news! my agent wrote. Call right away!

I slipped out of the meeting and made the call, heart pounding. My agent had sent out my young adult manuscript a few weeks before, and I'd steeled myself for a long, long wait. What could "fantastic news" possibly mean?

It was more than I had ever imagined. An offer for a two-book deal for my young adult urban fantasy from Hyperion Books for Children, my dream publisher.

Being at work, I couldn't whoop and holler like I wanted, had to stifle the tears and pretend to be normal--normal, other than feeling like the room was spinning and I couldn't breathe quite right. I nearly passed out right in the hall, and barely managed to gasp, "I'll take it!"

I called my husband and he did the hollering for me, along with a little crying. Then I called Bandita Susan, who hollered some more and generally satisfied the rest of my need to make noise and dance around hysterically. I owe so much to Susan, and it was unbelievably satisfying to share my joy with her, and know she understood what it meant better than anyone.

What a difference a day makes. Twenty-four hours later, my husband and I were talking options--quit the day job? Work until I (please please) get another contract? Pay off the student loans? Can you believe we're even talking about this? Did it really happen?

What a wild ride. I've made virtually no decisions since then, just wandered around, awestruck once again at the difference a day makes.

So what about you? Any unexpected blessings change your life? Did it only take once for you, too? Did you guess I was hiding a call story in this post right from the start? :-)

Friday, November 2, 2007

The Bandits Welcome Stephanie Rowe

interview by Beth Andrews

To celebrate Stephanie Rowe being with us today, one lucky commener will get the choice of ONE of the following:

1) An autographed copy of one of Stephanie's backlist (winner’s choice),
OR
2) A critique of a one page query letter (two rounds of critiques), OR
3) A critique of a five page (double spaced) synopsis, OR
4) A critique of the first five pages of a manuscript (double spaced)

It is my pleasure to introduce multiple Rita Award Finalist and prolific author Stephanie Rowe to the Romance Bandits! Stephanie's latest release, Sex & The Immortal Bad Boy, is part of her paranormal romance series for Warner Forever but she's also written Young Adult, Chick Lit, Romantic Comedy and Suspense. I read Stephanie's book, He Loves Me, He Loves Me Hot, after meeting her in Dallas and am now a total fan - both of her stories and her. *g* Now that my fangirl moment is over, on with the interview :-)

Welcome to the Bandit Lair, Stephanie! To get us started, can you tell us about your road to publication?

Thank you so much for having me! I’m so thrilled to be here! As for my path to publication...hmm... how far back do you want me to start? I decided to try for a career in writing when I came to the conclusion that there was no job on this earth that I could deal with except writing. I’d spent several years soul searching, trying to find the job that I could do happily for the next forty years. I did all the career workshops etc, and finally realized that writing was the only thing that fit. I’d dabbled in writing before, but more to amuse myself and escape from the reality of the killer-day-job (hey, it *looks* like I’m working even though I’m actually typing a book, right?), but I hadn’t really been considering it a career, until then. At that point, I sat myself down at the computer and decided to write a book and see what I thought about the experience. It didn’t take long before I was completely hooked, and I knew that was what I needed to do for the rest of my life. And then after 18 full manuscripts, 7 partials and over 130 rejections, I was published. Obviously, I’m a fast-track kind of girl... LOL.

Another great story that shows perseverance really does pay off! What can you tell us about your latest Warner Forever release, Sex & The Immortal Bad Boy?

The hero in my November release (release date 11/1), Sex & The Immortal Bad Boy, was inspired by the heroine, Paige Darlington, who we met in the previous book in the series, He Loves Me, He Loves Me Hot. At the end of He Loves Me, Paige demanded the next book be about her (she wasn’t in my plans at all), and I had to come up with a hero worthy of her. Paige is facing some really tough crises (like, being cursed by Satan to become a soulless wraith who kills everything she touches), yet, she is a truly optimistic and positive person to her core. I needed to pair her with her worst nightmare, which of course would be the one man who needs to kill her, a man who has been tortured for so long that he lives in the darkest place, so utterly devoid of hope and joy that even Paige can’t reach him. But for Paige to survive, she has to reach past that hellish wall Jed has erected around his heart and soul, and she has to find a way to make him believe again. If she doesn’t, they’ll both die and bring down everyone they care about with them. Paige and Jed are such opposites, at such different places on the spectrum, yet they are both so incredibly desperate that they are forced to find a way to deal with each other if they are to survive. I wanted to give each character a partner that would challenge everything they believed in, everything that made them who they are, and force them to face their worst fears and deepest hopes.

Here is the blurb for Sex & The Immortal Bad Boy:

IF THE ROAD TO HELL IS PAVED WITH GOOD INTENTIONS...
Paige Darlington is finally free of the literal boss from hell—Satan. There's just one hitch: she's been cursed, and will soon lose her soul. The only way to reverse this ultimate buzz kill is to skinny dip in one of Heaven's cleansing moats. But Heaven has defenses against girls like Paige…and they typically involve being charred to a crisp.

MAYBE THE ROAD TO HEAVEN IS PAVED WITH SEXY ONES.
Jed Buchanan, shadow warrior and Satan Jr.'s favorite assassin, is on a fast track to hell. Until sexy, spirited former Rivka Paige Darlington begs him to help her sneak past the pearly gates. Heaven's no place for a man as dark as Jed, but one look at Paige's sensual eyes and long legs and he knows one thing for sure – he's in for a hell of a hot ride…

I love Paige and can't wait to read her story! Your paranormals are wonderful - funny and sexy with great characters -- but my favorite has to be Satan himself. Can you describe him for our readers and tell us how you came up with such a unique twist for Satan's personality?

Ah, Satan. What a love! Satan is one of those villains who does his very best to be bad, but he’s too vulnerable to be very good at it. Sure, he’s the ruler of hell, but he’s got a one-track-mind when it comes to his true love, and all his actions revolve around his attempts to win her and become a man worthy of her, and of his role as the leader of hell. He puts on no airs, and freely says whatever is on his mind. After all, when you’re the leader of Hell, it’s not like you have to worry that people won’t take you seriously, right? I love Satan because he defies all stereotypes about what the leader of hell should be, but he’s not ashamed of it. He is who he is, and anyone who has a problem with it, can just go rot in hell... LOL. I think he evolved from the fact that my goal as I was writing the first book in the series was to be unpredictable at all times. I tried to do the opposite of what the readers would expect, so, of course, I had to make Satan be the antithesis of what the leader of hell usually is. And then he quickly took on a life of his own, and by the end of the book, I had to go back and edit some of his earlier scenes, because his personality hadn’t totally evolved until the book was over.

You did an excellent job - Satan had me LOL througout the story *g* As with most paranormals, world building is a big part of your series. How did you go about creating the underworld and the fantastical characters that inhabit not only the underworld but the normal world as well?

Honestly, the world in this series just evolved as it went. It was originally supposed to be a stand alone book about the Goblet of Eternal Youth, but then I needed a villain, and I figured Satan would love to get his hands on the Goblet to persuade people to barter their immortal souls to him, and once Satan was involved, everything else just blossomed. With each page I wrote, the world grew bigger and more complex and took on a life of its own. I ditched the editorial censors early on and just allowed the world to expand as it wanted. I was so surprised by the end of the first book when I had such a complex world that was ripe for more stories. Who knew?

As I mentioned, these books are both laugh out loud funny and hot enough to make your readers wiggle in delight. Any tips on writing comedy and/or sexy?

I think the key on writing comedy is to let your inner censors turn off and let your own personality come out. I found that if I tried to write funny, I wasn’t funny. I had submitted other books as romantic comedies, and they kept getting rejected because the editors said they didn’t see what was so funny about them. So, with this series, I sat down and let myself have fun with the story, and when we sent it out, we didn’t market it as a comedy. It was just a paranormal romance. And, of course, people thought that one was funny! I did feel a little stress writing the second book, because I realized people expected it to be funny, and the last one had been funny almost by accident. I had to really concentrate on releasing the pressure to be funny and just allowing myself to be natural and amuse myself as I wrote.

Great advice! What’s next for you?

I have a new paranormal romance series launching in 2008 with a trilogy. The series is called THE ORDER OF THE BLADE, and it’s darker, sexier and more dangerous than my current series, and the cover art will reflect that. It was great fun to write, and I think readers will love the warriors in this series. I do, however, plan to continue my current series as well. I also recently sold a romantic suspense series with sexy Alaskan bush pilots that will be launching in early 2009.

Wonderful! I know I'll be looking forward to all your releases. Thanks so much for being with us, Stephanie and congratulations on all your success! Visit Stephanie's website at: http://www.stephanierowe.com.

Both Paige and Becca (the heroine in He Loves Me, He Loves Me Hot) are tough, take-charge, kick butt heroines. *g* Who is your favorite tough girl, kick butt, super smart and savvy or generally take charge heroine? Remember, one lucky commenter will get their pick of a prize from Stephanie!

Surrender The Booty!

Suz says: Since today's my birthday, I wanted to wait until today to post this. The winner for the Godiva gift certificate from my post about Chocolate is.........Deb Marlowe!! Hey Deb, contact me at swwelsh2001 at yahoo dot com with your snail mail addy and I'll pop that in your direction!

Aunty Cindy says: Yes, I saw that title on a t-shirt in St. Thomas along with a skull and cross-bones, and I'm still kicking myself because I didn't buy it. I figured I would see it again at one of our other cruise stops, and of course I didn't! *Aunty scowls at her own stupidity*


But SUPER CONGRATS to Stacy S! You are the winner of the chocolate rum balls! Please send your snail mail info to your old Aunty at cindymm18 AT gmail DOT com. And a HUGE THANX to everyone for their comments and compliments on the blog!

Thursday, November 1, 2007

What a Difference Half a Year Makes and Preview Of Coming Attractions

posted by Aunty Cindy

Here we are at the start of a new month and the Banditas have much for which we are thankful. Aunty is amazed to think that it was only six short months ago that we "officially" launched the Bandit blog into cyberspace!

Back in May, when we threw open the doors (and windows with attached ropes) of the lair and invited everyone in to party with us, we weren't sure what to expect. We were a rowdy bunch with 4 pubbed and 16 AYUs who knew that we had a special bond and a lot of positive energy amongst all of us that we wanted to share. Most of us were new to blogging, didn't know what we were doing, and weren't sure what kind of reactions we'd get. But we jumped in, bucket boots and all.

May I just say... WOW! And THANKS!

What a difference half a year makes!

We have been truly overwhelmed by the wonderful positive responses we've received! We've made so many new friends and are THRILLED that many of you drop by and share your days with us. We are also excited by the numerous NEW guests who pop in and leave comments every day. Back in June, we were astounded that we'd had several hundred unique visitors. Well, now we've had thousands -- EVERY MONTH!-- and from over 60 countries, including places like Malta, Sri Lanka and Qatar! And from every continent, even Antartica!

We have been extremely privileged to have fun and informative guest bloggers including best-selling authors like Lorraine Heath, Sabrina Jeffries, and Brenda Novak, just to name a few. We've shared recipes, favorite books and characters, writing techniques, and personal secrets. We've given away lots of Bandita Booty and watched our sold to unsold numbers swell to an even 10 and 10.

Most of all, we've enjoyed every minute of our wild blogging ride these past six months and look forward to many many more fun times! As usual, we have a lot of things on the horizon including:
  • Tomorrow, prolific multi-published author Stephanie Rowe joins us,
  • Nov. 9th, RITA award winner Dianna Love Snell will guest blog,
  • Nov. 12th, red-hot paranormal author Nalini Singh will be here,
  • Nov. 27th, we'll celebrate the launch of our Regency Noir Bandita Anna Campbell's newest release Untouched (which has already earned a 4 1/2 star top pick review from Romantic Times!)
And that's just a start! Aunty doesn't even need her crystal ball to know that those scales are tipping to the pubbed side. YES! More sales! More contests! And a super holiday bash that only the Banditas (and their buddies) can make happen!

We asked several months ago, but we'd like to ask again: Please tell us what you like, or don't like about the Bandit Blog. Is there something in particular that we don't include on the blog that you'd like to see? What were some of your favorite blogs?

Aunty will send one randomly chosen commenter a box of chocolate rum balls from her recent sojourn to St. Thomas, USVI.