The Three NEVERs of Social Media

The Three NEVERs of Social Media

This post was blogged on a fellow author’s site and I thought it was a good reminder. Personally I always try to remember the rule of Thumper

The author of this particular post is right in essentially saying that everyone has different tastes in books, movies and artwork  but we should all remember that the the people behind the works have feelings.

It’s o.k. to dislike it, it’s even o.k. to leave a review saying you didn’t like it. But doing it privately rather than publicly, and treating others as you would wish to be treated is a something to keep in mind.

The Three NEVERs of Social Media.

Take a read through. There is never a bad time for good manners.

Adaptation or Fan Fiction??

So it’s not news that I spend time cruising the internet for inspiration to jog my muse. It’s also not news that I started my writing journey on various fan fiction websites. With the condescendingly amused chuckles I get thrown my way, or in some cases outright derision when I mention fan fiction, I thought it would be amusing to remind people that their most recent obsession may in fact be the very thing they scoff at me for writing.

In addition to all the mentions in the attached blog post I would add:

True Blood – clearly fan fiction of the popular Sookie Stackhouse Mysteries by Charlaine Harris

Game of Thrones – A Song of Ice and Fire by George R. R. Martin

My Fair Lady – based off of George Bernard Shaw‘s Pygmalian

Teen Wolf – originally a movie starring Michael J Fox, it is now a hit TV show.

Chronicles of RiddickAlan Dean Foster. What came first the book or the movie? He also had a heavy hand in Star Wars and Star Trek the Motion Picture

My point is, before you look down on someone for writing derivative fiction or fan fiction take a look around it’s more prevalent than you think. Take a read through another authors thoughts.


PAPERBACKS Now Available!

That’s right people. The projected release of the paperback editions went live sooner than predicted!

Available for purchase from Amazon now. At 300 pages it’s not a quick read but a full length novel.


AR PaperbackI should have been paying attention. Growing up on the run from religious fanatics gave me more than a few good reasons to be careful, but I was just too tired to be as vigilant as I should have been. My mind was occupied with my latest case—a missing nine year old girl. I was usually good at my job, but sometimes I needed a little extra help from magick. I always managed to track down a cheating spouse or the occasional runaway, but now it seemed more children were missing from the streets of Seattle and nothing I did worked.

A cat jumped on my shoulder and jerked me from my exhaustion induced stupor. I spun into a defensive crouch only to see the cat had landed on the sidewalk behind me.Time seemed to stop for a moment when the cat spoke.


My name is Jocelyn Matthews and if I live through tonight, I’ll tell you all about my life as a witch.


For the past ten years, Jocelyn has been living as a closet witch in Seattle. When the Inquisitors that have been after her from the time she was nine finally manage to find her, Jocelyn is thrust into a world she never guessed existed. From talking cats to Dark Elves, she’ll have to do something she’s never done before: trust someone other than herself. If she wants to find the children that have been going missing all over the city, she’ll have to open her eyes to the bigger picture and find her place, not only for her safety but for the city as well.


Who wants an Excerpt?

Helping to celebrate the two year Blogoversary with Talk Supe, I was interviewed and offered up an excerpt from Andromeda Rising. Also there are two signed copies of the book up for grabs to celebrate two great years of reviews and reveals.

Make sure you stop by and enter to win!


So you have this little hobby. You like to write stories. You have characters in your head that have conversations, go on adventures, fall in love and sometimes have troubles. After dabbling a bit in poetry or short stories or fanfiction you decide to get serious and actually sit down and write a book. At this point who knows if it’s going to be any good, but you write what you like and make small considerations for marketability.

Research, hours of mumbling out loud looking like a mental patient as you work out believable dialogue, long nights and even longer mornings, four am bolt-from-the-blue waking-out-of-a-dead-sleep ‘aha!’ moments, and finally you have something resembling a manuscript. Then you find an editor (if you don’t you should!) and proudly send it off with a madly beating heart. Will they like it? Did I miss something?

What if it’s BAD?!

You get it back – broken and bleeding, oozing blood from every sentence. Your grammar was horrible, punctuation was embarrassing, and why were there spelling mistakes? Doesn’t Word catch these things?

You are far harder on yourself than your editor has been. While you are horrified at the literary disaster you seem to have emailed them, they say, “It wasn’t that bad.”

If it wasn’t that bad why is it dying of exsanguination? And the notes! You’re mentally facepalming over the obvious plot holes you’re surprised you didn’t trip over, the style of certain concepts is all over the place and they’re (your editor) is completely right, a whole new first chapter does sound like a good idea.

So you start the painstaking process of editing what you thought was a completed manuscript. More changes go back and forth until you are so sick of reading your own story you think, “Why did I decide this was a good idea?”

Once it’s actually done, your editor has no more notes, there are no more mistakes and the grammar and punctuation are as perfect as someone who is not a robot can make it – now what? If you’re as lucky as I am, you have an editor who kindly, but gently (like being shot from a cannon), get steered in the right direction. There is such a thing as professional formatters? Who knew.

Formatting, cover designs, posting, blog tours, promotions, reviews, release dates, sales figures…it starts to feel a little like it is all happening to someone else.

Until that day.

AR Paperback

The day the UPS guy arrives on your doorstep and you are completely confused. Who could be sending you a package? You open the box and a dream comes true. Who knew dreams could come in boxes?

I opened that little cardboard package and inside was my book.


I did it. I had tons of help, but every word, every image, every character, came from my head. Somehow knowing people were reading and reviewing my e-version on their readers and tablets didn’t feel half as real as having three hundred pages of actual bound paper in my hand.

The beautiful formatting, the smooth texture and smell of the paper under my fingers, flipping to the back cover to read about the author and seeing my picture. My name.

Crying a little when my husband says, “Think of how proud your grandpa is right now.”

My grandpa who owned a bookstore for most of my life. The guy who loved to tell his friends at the Elks Club about his granddaughter the figure skater. The one who was at every competition, tears in his eyes as he hummed and swayed along with my routine and gave me a standing ovation every time (even when I didn’t always get to do my best). My self-professed biggest fan who loved to see my face as he gave me new books for my birthday or Christmas.

Yeah, he would be very, very proud of me right now. Even if no one ever buys it, even if I don’t ‘make Harry Potter money’ or have TV series based off my books, even if I only ever sell one copy to my mom – Grandpa is somewhere, tears in his eyes, still my biggest fan and he’s proud as punch right now.

This one’s for you Grampy. I love you.