The Greenest Green I’ve Ever Seen

We’ve been back for almost a month now. I’m always on top of these things, you know. Here are the photos we took in Ireland. You may have already seen some of them if you follow me on Instagram. Enjoy!

Crosshaven
Crosshaven
Myrtleville
Myrtleville
Kinsale
Kinsale with the kiddos
Kilkenny Castle
Kilkenny Castle
Blackrock Castle
Blackrock Castle
Three generations of Barry boys
Three generations of Barry boys
Bunratty Castle and Durty Nelly's
Bunratty Castle and Durty Nelly’s
Galway Bay
Galway Bay
Thatched roof on Inishmore
Thatched roof on Inishmore
Ruins on Inishmore
Ruins on Inishmore
Rock walls of Aran Islands
Rock walls of Aran Islands
Irish heather
Irish heather
Barren landscape
Barren landscape on Inishmore
Cliffs of Dún Aonghasa
Cliffs of Dún Aonghasa
Cliff view from Dún Aonghasa
Cliff view from Dún Aonghasa
Curious cow
Curious cow
Father Ted caravan
Father Ted caravan
Ger and Rosie
Ger and Rosie
Low tide in Youghal
Low tide in Youghal
Lismore Castle
Lismore Castle
Wooden sculpture
Wooden sculpture
Michael Collins
Michael Collins
Michael Collins home
Michael Collins home
Inchydoney Beach
Inchydoney Beach
Michael Collins assassination location
Location of Michael Collins’ assassination

We also spent time in Dublin celebrating the Easter Rising Centenary, but apparently I was having so much fun, I forgot to take pictures. The whole trip was amazing, but I’ll never forget hearing the proclamation read aloud in Irish and English in front of the GPO. Definite high point, though choosing just one would be nearly impossible. (Yes, Katie, afternoon tea. Without a doubt, afternoon tea was the highest.)

Can’t wait to go back!

 

How a Husband Handles Heartbreak

I spend a lot of time telling stories about my husband that make people laugh. Fortunately, he’s fine with it. In fact, he kind of loves being “internet famous.” But this man is so much more than a laugh factory.

When Hurley nabbed a baby bird in our back yard last month, I figured the poor thing was dead. I shooed the dog away and ran back inside for some shoes and my glasses. With the ability to see properly, I could tell the little guy was probably injured, but I didn’t know how much. He could still hop around the yard, but the tree branches were out of his reach. Still, he was safe enough without the dog menacing his every move, so I left him to his parents.

Later, I ran to the car to grab something and found the little guy just underneath the driver’s side door. He didn’t move a muscle while I was there, so I left him again. The next time I let the dog out, I’d nearly forgotten the tiny bird. Hurley had not. Within moments, he was chasing the poor thing around the yard.

Liam and I decided to act. We snatched the dog back and put him inside the house. Then we set up a makeshift nest in the bottom of a cooler. The walls were too high for the bird to get out, which was reassurance for us that he wouldn’t inadvertently jump to his death on the hard ground or inside my dog’s mouth.

I visited the Walden’s Puddle website (a wildlife rescue near Nashville) and learned how to care for the injured bird until we could get an appointment to turn him over to smarter and more experienced people. Every hour, for twelve hours, I hand-fed the bird mushy cat food by tweezers.

When I woke the next morning, I ran out to check on the bird first thing. Liam wasn’t far behind. My heart skipped a beat when the bird jumped up to greet us—or probably to escape, but I’m sentimental. Liam brought out the cat food mush and herded Hurley into the yard so I could get the bird fed. I couldn’t believe he’d made it through the night! We just had to keep him alive until 4:30 for our appointment with Walden’s Puddle.

Every hour, I fed the bird, but then we had to leave him alone for a bit. We timed our trip to the wildlife sanctuary perfectly. When I rushed through the house to grab the cooler for our trip, I was so excited that we’d saved this bird. Until I reached the cooler and found that our tiny new friend had slipped away while we weren’t looking.

His little body lay limp on the nest we’d made, his bright eyes once filled with trust now glazed. Just thirty minutes away from salvation, he’d given up. He didn’t know, of course, that we were working hard to keep him alive so that he could be healed at the hands of wildlife experts.

The first tears slipped out as I ran back to tell Liam we’d lost the bird. I expected him to think I was silly for crying. It was just a bird, right? Instead, that funny man of mine took my hand and led me back to the cooler where we stood in silence for just a few moments.

Then he grabbed a shovel and dug a small grave next to Rosie, and we laid the little guy to rest. As I cried, Liam just held me. Before we walked away, he said a short prayer. That bird wasn’t our pet and never could have been, but Liam gave him a final resting place of honor. And he’d never admit it, but I saw him shed a tear or two, as well.

And that’s how a good, loving, respectful husband handles heartbreak.

I wrote this just after we lost our little friend but waited until now to post for reasons I can’t really explain. Mostly, I couldn’t proofread without crying. :-\

Bibliocast: Favorite Reads of 2014 and What I’m Excited About for 2015

Don Theo invited me back to the Biblio Circus Bibliocast yesterday, where I talked about my favorite reads of 2014 and the books I’m looking forward to in 2015. I’m a big fan of indie and small press authors, so we explored Brigid Kemmerer’s Elemental Series, Elizabeth Hunter’s Irin Chronicles, Kate SeRine’s Transplanted Tales, Emma Trevayne’s Coda Series, and Carol Oates’s Shades Series.

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Another Moment with Irish Author Carol Oates

Carol Oates is one of my favorite people. We’ve never met (though I hope to remedy this when in Ireland in a few weeks), and sometimes we go months without contact, but when we do get a chat, she’s always friendly, engaging, and fun. That’s why I love sharing her work with anyone who follows my books, too. Well, she also writes exciting Young Adult and New Adult books with some similar themes, so I figure if you like my stuff, you’ll like hers, too.

Carol has a new book coming out very soon, so I asked her to come back and let us know what she’s been up to. She agreed to answer some questions about her latest book and everything that has come before. Enjoy!

You have several books available right now. What’s the latest release? Can you tell us a little about it?

My latest is Something Wicked. It’s a New Adult supernatural and draws on a number of elements to twist a vampire story into something I hope readers will find unique. Something Wicked spans 1869 to modern day, and follows Henry Clayton, a young medical student, who is attacked by a vampire and abandoned on the streets of Dublin. His search for a cure drives him to London and the brink of madness in the time of Jack the Ripper. Back in Dublin after more than a century, Dougal, an immortal highlander and Henry’s friend, learns of a plot by a vampire cult to awaken the first vampire. Reluctant to get involved at first, Henry is drawn into the mystery when he meets a young American woman who seems to have a role to play in the cult’s plan.

something wicked by carol oates

Do you share any traits or characteristics with the main character?

Not at all, unless you count both being Irish, and I suppose we both are a little hot tempered. Henry is a dark character. He flips flops between self-hatred of what he is and a sort of reluctant acceptance. He lies to himself all the time about his motivations, whereas I’m an open book. He never learned how to move on. That’s not me at all. I hate giving up on anything thing. However, once I do, I’m over it.

What’s the hardest thing about writing in the fantasy genre?

Keeping my imagination in check. For instance, this book has vampires, witches, druids, my own spin on Celtic folklore, and a sin-eater. World building to include everyone can be hard at times, but it’s worth it to read the finished story.

Describe your process from start to published. Do you have any writing rituals? Do you self-edit or work with an editor?

Something Wicked was a failed NaNoWriMo project in 2010. I’m not one of those writers who can turn out a story in six months. I wish I was. It can take years for me to go from idea to complete manuscript, but I also usually have several in different stages at the same time.

I start with an idea, research, and make notes. The research tends to continue as new things come up during writing but the bulk is done at the beginning. I write everything longhand in notebooks, so the typed up version is a second draft and usually unrecognizable from my scribbled version. I then write another couple of drafts.

Sometimes at this point, I might set the story aside to percolate while I work on something else or rewrite it entirely. Eventually it will go to trusted pre-readers who will always have a lot to say on the story and my writing. I am not a good writer. I was in a remedial English class in school and a critique of a much earlier work suggested I get myself a copy of English for foreign speakers, despite English being my first language. I have to work very hard for anything to be even a readable standard.

After I apply feedback, I will go through the manuscript again. Then, a last run through following along with a text to speech program.

After all that, I have to submit the story and hope it will be picked up for publication.

Something Wicked required a re-write, then intensive editing, copy-editing, and proof reading. In other words, if my book is good, it’s because an entire team of people worked solidly for almost a year to make it good. In the meantime, I turn in acknowledgements, dedication, and a cover form with any input I might have for the cover artist. At this point, I begin working with a marketing associate on ways we can promote together to get the book noticed.

The last stage of the process is reading and approving galleys (which I’m doing at the moment), a cover reveal and publication. Publishing is hard work and long hours, but at the end of it, the idea has become something tangible and out there in the world.

Are you working on anything new at the moment?

A couple of things. While writing Something Wicked, my notes contained Dougal’s backstory from the time he was a wee lad in the Scottish Highlands to when he left after he was turned. I loved writing Dougal and kept writing him because he kept talking to me when Something Wicked was done. I don’t know if or when I’ll ever make it public.

I’m a good way into the third and final Shades book, Atlantis Rising. I also have a few other things I’m tinkering with.

What was the last book you read?

I’m almost done with Jessamine by Shani Struthers. It’s a wonderful story, with a slightly ghostly feel to it. Shani’s prose is simply dreamlike and she has a wonderful way of submerging the reader into the location of the story with her words. This one should be on everyone’s ‘to read’ list.

What song would be on the soundtrack if your book were a movie?

I try hard not to imagine a movie. It’s like that fantasy thing I spoke about earlier, it’s very hard to keep in check. It starts out picking songs and end up with me wondering who I’ll be sitting next to the premiere. My imagination runs away. However… if there was a movie… Halestorm featured heavily on my playlist while writing. Innocence, Familiar taste of Poison, I’m Not An Angel. Dante’s Prayer by Loreena MeKennitt was also on there.

What does your typical day look like? When do you find time to write?

Typically, my day revolves around my son who is 19 and special needs and requires full-time care. I will try to get up before he does and check my emails, then get both of us dressed and have breakfast. I have to drop him off at his day service for a couple of hours. While he’s there I’d do shopping or house stuff, or any errands that need doing. Walk the dog (a new addition to the family). I might get a chance to write a little or check on social media. Then I pick up my son. The late afternoon and evening is often taken up with his plans or projects. On days he’s not in his service, we usually have trips or activities planned. I try to keep one day a week free, what we call a home day. I write around him, which is where the notebook comes in handy. I write on the train, or the bus, or if we are out anywhere I’m not driving. I take photographs everywhere we go to use for inspiration.

You have more than one series. Can you tell us about your other works?

The Shades books start out with Shades of Atlantis, then Shades of Avalon. They are about Guardians, a race of supernatural beings who once rules a utopian society on the island that became Ireland. Their battle and subsequent downfall became the inspiration for the fall of Atlantis. The books revolve around three main families, Wallace, Pryor, and Hamilton families. They live in the human world, hiding their true heritage. Their shared history and connection to the royal bloodline of the Guardians puts them all in the path of a corrupt Council that will stop at nothing to retain power. The second book introduced heroes of Camelot to the story. Each book is told by a different character and the third book is one of my current projects.

Ember is set in an alternative reality where angels are exiled from Heaven, those who wanted to live among humans and those who came to destroy those angels. When Candra Ember learns she is the only Nephilim in existence, she finds herself having to choose a side or be the cause of a second angelic war. The second book, Iridescent, sees a demon unleashed on earth who offers Candra a way to send the angels home. The story is complete as is, although there is potential to expand further as some point.

Can you share an excerpt of your latest release?

A scene from 21st century

Doug came from the back yard carrying an armload of thick chains. The aroma of smoke and lighter fluid permeated the air, blown in by the sharp breeze. He glanced down at his bounty and raised an eyebrow.

“Look what I found in your shed. Do I want to know what you were planning to do with these? Something fun I hope.”

“I picked them up while I was out the other night. I thought you might want to use them on me at some point.”

He chuckled. “Aye, you’re a fine looking man, Clay, but not my type.”

“In the event I lost control,” I clarified. “I don’t want to hurt Ari.”

He scowled, his lips pinching up in disapproval. The chains clanked against the quartz countertop of the island. “Well, at least it’s convenient. Will you please reconsider leaving now?”

“I can’t.”

He rolled his eyes.

I took a blood bag from the fridge and poured it into a large glass. “It’s hard to explain it. I can’t leave.”

“How long do we have before—” his eyes flickered upward “—wakes up?”

“He looks like he went a few rounds with a truck, so a while yet.”

Doug dragged his fingered through his hair. “I wish I didn’t have to ask…”

“It was Ari.”

He huffed out a breath. “What happened while I was gone?”

“Four of them came in as soon as daylight faded. I fought off three and the fourth got to Ari.”

Doug began to pace slowly and shook his head as though trying to work something out. He tilted his head sideways and an eyebrow arched into his ruffled fringe. “And she took care of him?”

I dipped my head once.

“I knew it wasn’t normal how she just took everything.” He rolled his hand toward himself, illustrating his point.

“I really don’t need an I told you so.”

Doug stopped across from me. “I wasn’t going to offer one.” He tapped the counter with his knuckle, his knowing green eyes piercing through me. “What else?”

I took a swig of blood, biding some time. “We talked and we kissed.”

He waited a moment while I finished the glass and rinsed it. However, I wasn’t inclined to share the details.

“Just a wee kiss, eh? Anyone ever tell you that you’ve a gift for bad timing and understatement, Henry Clayton?” A moment later he expression hardened. “I want this to be a good thing. I want to believe it’s real, but you have to admit the timing is all screwed up.

“You don’t have to tell me. When I kissed her, it was like the end of the world.”

He laughed. “Exactly how a good canoodle should be.”

 

Where can readers find you and your books? 

Website

Twitter

Facebook

Amazon.com

Amazon.uk

Simon and Schuster author page

Omnific Publishing

Something Wicked Trade paperback link