Archives for the month of: January, 2013

Hi all:

I mentioned that I’m working on a YA series (and I’m in the process of translating it to Spanish) but as an introduction to that I’ve decided to publish (within the next few weeks) a YA novella that I wrote some time ago. It has a touch of the paranormal and a bit of romance although that is not yet evident in the little taster/teaser I enclose.

I hope you enjoy it! I’ll keep you updated on its publication.

And without further ado, here it is:

Twin Evils?

Hilda’s friend, Ruth, was the prettiest and loveliest girl in town. Her blond hair was fine and silky, her eyes blue like sapphires, her mouth red like coral. She would have been chanted by the poets of old if she’d lived in a different time. Ruth was the pride and darling of Yorktown. And she was clever enough, and generous and kind. She had it all.

Ruth had a brother too. Max was her twin, but hardly anybody would have guessed that they were related. He was very tall and thin, his hair was thick, curly and black like coal, his eyes grey like slate, and his mouth had thin lips that hardly ever smiled. He was the black sheep of the family, and Ruth and him were known as ‘the angel and the devil’ by the population.

Hilda had known them both all her life. They were the same age, and, in fact, their families were friendly before they were even born. Their parents used to go out on double dates and they got married on a double wedding. They lived in contiguous houses and it was as if they were all members of the same family. Hilda had always felt that it was her duty to befriend Ruth and Max. The task had been very easy with Ruth, she was friendly with everybody, but Max wasn’t an easy boy. As a child, when they played together, he used to torture animals, insects, fight with other children…Ruth always shied away from him, she couldn’t bear any type of violence, but Hilda wasn’t squeamish, and Max had always assumed that Hilda approved of what he did. She told him many times that she didn’t like his behaviour but he insisted that her words were only a pose. Max was always as nasty as he could be towards his sister. He put dead animals in her bed, maggots in her food, ruined her dresses…Once Hilda stopped him when he was about to set his sleeping sister’s hair on fire. Ruth woke up with the discussion and slapped him when she heard what he was about to do, but he only laughed. No threats from Ruth, no warnings from his parents, no punishment from his teachers made any difference to him.

The summer of the twins’ seventeenth birthday, Max had given everybody a break by deciding to go camping with some other youngsters. They had had two weeks of peace, and the two families had been preparing the twins’ birthday party at ease, in perfect tranquillity.

“Hilda! Hilda!”

“Oh no, he’s back” Hilda’s father, Steph, mumbled under his breath.

“Hilda!”

“Go to see what he wants, before we all end up deaf or mad.” Mandy, Hilda’s mother, ordered.

“All right, all right. I’ll go.”

“Hilda!”

Hilda marched into the garden feeling like a martyr. The sacrifices she had to make to keep the peace! Max was restlessly running up and down his garden. He opened his mouth and began:

“Hi…Oh, you are here.”

Yes, Max. Here I am. Do you always have to be so noisy?”

“Shut up! I must show you something.” He grabbed Hilda by the arm and dragged her over the fence.

“Be careful, will you?”

“Sorry. Come, quick.”

Hilda and Max entered the house through the back door of the lounge, opening into the garden. Hilda said hello in passing to Max’s mother, Eleanor, and his father, Patrick. Ruth was sitting in her room, with the door open.

“Oh Ruth, how…?”

Max pushed Hilda into his room.

“Don’t talk to her. You aren’t here to talk to her. You’ve come to see something.”

“When will you grow up, Max? I’m your sister’s friend too, and…”

“Stop it, please. Look…”

Max switched the lights on. His room was painted in black, walls and ceiling, with strange cabalistic inscriptions and devilish drawings. It was always dark inside. Once he made light, he took his T-shirt off and showed Hilda his back.

“What do you think?”

Hilda was speechless. It was an incredible tattoo. A black eagle, with spread wings, attacking a white dove. The eagle’s beak was dripping blood, and the red colour of the tattoo was very intense, quasi pulsating. The dove had blue eyes and was carrying a branch of wheat. The eagle’s eyes were grey and the wings looked shiny and iridescent. It was an extremely vivid tattoo. And the meaning was too clear for Hilda to be able to ignore it. Max always called Ruth ‘the white dove’. It was horrible.

“Why did you do that, Max?”

“There was a guy incredibly good with tattoos nearby. It’s my own design.”

“I’ve noticed that.”

“Why don’t you like it? Isn’t it good?”

“It’s good. Real good. But, what does it mean?”

“Mean?…Nothing. It’s only a tattoo.”

Max tried his most innocent expression, but it didn’t come natural to him. Not convincing at all.

“I don’t like the imagery.” Ruth said.

“Imagery. Lovely word. I love how you talk, like a book.”

“Bye Max.”

Ruth turned her back on Max and stepped toward the door.

“Wait, wait! I have another tattoo!”

“If it’s like this one I’d rather not see it, thank you.”

“Oh no, it’s very different. Guess where it is.”

Ruth had stopped and turned to look at Max, but shook her head and carried walking.

“I’m not interested in games, Max. I have things to do.”

Max ran to the door to prevent Hilda from leaving.

“Come on…I’ve been away for two weeks and you haven’t even asked me how it was or how I am, or nothing. I’ve missed you, you know? And you don’t even care enough to ask.” He whined.

“You haven’t asked me either. You only came shouting…”

“OK, I’m sorry. I just had to show it to someone or I would have exploded. I haven’t showed it to anybody.”

“Is it a surprise then?”

“Yes, yes. You won’t tell, will you?”

Max and his secrets. Hilda had been selected as his official confidant many years back and she had never managed to get rid of the privilege. Although, Max never quite confessed everything. He always kept something to himself. That made things slightly easier for Hilda. Sometimes. Sometimes it made them worse.

“You’ll have to show your parents. They’ll find out.”

“I will, soon…But keep it quiet in the meantime, OK?”

“Fine.”

“Now, guess where I have the other tattoo.”

Thank you for reading, and of course…feel free to guess…I might or might not reveal the location of Max’s second tattoo…

Ah, on Friday guest author Judith Priay!

Hola a todos. Y a os había comentando que tengo unos cuantos proyectos, entre ellos una serie de novelas juveniles (que estoy traduciendo, muy lentamente porque siempre me aparecen cosas más urgente). Y se me ocurrió que como introducción a las novelas podría publicar una novela corta juvenil del género de fantasía,  romance paranormal, que escribí hace un tiempo pero aún no había publicado. Si todo va como está previsto estará lista para la publicación en unas semanas.

Para que no os aburráis mientras tanto he decidido dejaros el principio de la novela, a ver que os parece…Es cortita (unas 40 páginas, siempre quedan más largas en español, será que hablamos mucho)…

Espero que os guste:

Gemela Maldad

La amiga de Hilda, Rut, era la chica más bonita y encantadora de la pequeña ciudad donde vivían. Su pelo rubio era brillante y fino como la seda, sus ojos azules como zafiros, su boca roja como el coral. Si hubiera vivido en una época diferente los juglares le habrían dedicado sus canciones. Rut era el orgullo y deleite de Yorktown. Y era lista, y generosa, y amable. Lo tenía todo.

Rut también tenía un hermano. Max era su gemelo, pero casi nadie habría adivinado que estaban emparentados. Él era muy alto y delgado, su pelo espeso, rizado y negro como el carbón, sus ojos grises como la pizarra, y su boca tenía labios delgados que casi nunca sonreían. Él era la oveja negra de la familia, y a Rut y a él la gente les llamaba ‘el ángel y el demonio’.

Hilda los conocía a los dos de toda la vida. Eran de la misma edad, y de hecho sus familias se conocían desde antes de que ellos nacieran. Sus padres solían salir en citas dobles y se casaron en una boda doble. Vivían en casas contiguas y era como si todos fueran miembros de la misma familia. Hilda siempre había sentido que era su obligación ser la amiga de Rut y Max. La tarea había sido muy fácil con Hilda, que era amiga de todo el mundo, pero Max nunca había sido un chico fácil de querer. Cuando jugaban juntos de niños, él torturaba a los animales, a los insectos, se peleaba con otros niños…Rut siempre había intentado alejarse de él y evitarle, ya que no soportaba ningún tipo de violencia, pero Hilda no era nada delicada, y Max siempre había asumido que Hilda estaba de acuerdo con lo que él hacía. Ella le había dicho muchas veces que no le gustaba su comportamiento pero él insistía que sus palabras eran sólo una pose. Max siempre era tan desagradable como podía con su hermana. Ponía animales muertos en su cama, gusanos en su comida, le arruinaba los vestidos…Una vez Hilda detuvo a Max cuando estaba a punto de prenderle fuego al pelo de su hermana, que estaba durmiendo. Rut se despertó con la discusión y le pegó un bofetón cuando se enteró de lo que estuvo a punto de hacer, pero él sólo se rio. Ni amenazas de Rut, ni advertencias de sus padres, ni castigos de sus profesores obtenían resultados, ya que a él no le importaban.

El verano del diecisiete cumpleaños de los gemelos, Max le había dado un descanso a todo el mundo y había decidido irse de acampada con otros jóvenes. Las dos familias habían tenido un par de semanas de paz y habían estado preparando la fiesta de cumpleaños de los dos, tranquilos y en perfecta calma.

“¡Hilda! ¡Hilda!”

“¡Oh no, ha vuelto!” Murmuró Esteban, el padre de Hilda.

“¡Hilda!”

“Ve a ver qué quiere antes de que acabemos todos sordos o locos.” Le ordenó su madre, Mandy.

“Vale, vale. Ya voy.”

“¡Hilda!”

Hilda marchó hacia el jardín sintiéndose como una mártir. ¡La de sacrificios que tenía que hacer para mantener la paz! Max estaba agitado corriendo por todo el jardín. Abrió la boca y empezó a decir:

“¡Hi…Ah, estás aquí.”

“Sí Max. Aquí estoy. ¿Siempre tienes que ser tan ruidoso?”

“¡Cállate! Quiero enseñarte algo.” Él agarró a Hilda del brazo y la arrastró por encima de la pequeña valla que separaba los jardines.

“Ten cuidado, ¿no?”

“Perdona. Ven, deprisa.”

Hilda y Max entraron en su casa a través de la puerta del salón que daba al jardín. Hilda le dijo hola al pasar a la madre de Max, Eleonor, y a su padre, Patrick. Rut estaba sentada en su habitación con la puerta abierta.

“¡Oh Rut! ¿Cómo…?”

Max empujó a Hilda hacia su cuarto.

“No le hables. No has venido aquí para hablar con ella. Has venido a ver algo.”

“¿Cuándo vas a crecer de una vez, Max? Sabes que también soy amiga de tu hermana y…”

“Para, por favor. Mira…”

Max encendió la luz. Su habitación estaba pintada de negro, las paredes y el techo, con extrañas inscripciones cabalísticas y dibujos diabólicos. Siempre estaba oscuro allí. Una vez hizo la luz, se quitó la camiseta y le enseñó la espalda a Hilda.

“¿Qué te parece?”

Hilda se quedó sin habla. Era un tatuaje increíble. Un águila negra, con las alas extendidas, atacando a una paloma blanca. El pico del águila goteaba sangre, y el color rojo del tatuaje era muy intenso y vivo, parecía latir. La paloma tenía los ojos azules y llevaba una espiga de trigo en el pico. Los ojos del águila eran grises y las alas brillaban iridiscentes. Era un tatuaje extremadamente vívido. Y su significado estaba tan claro que Hilda no lo podía ignorar. Max siempre llamaba a Rut ‘paloma blanca’. Incluso le cantaba la canción a veces. Era horrible.

“¿Por qué lo has hecho, Max?”

“Había este tío que era increíblemente bueno haciendo tatuajes muy cerca de donde acampamos. Es mi diseño propio.”

“Ya me había dado cuenta.”

“¿Por qué no te gusta? ¿No te parece bueno?”

“Es bueno. Increíblemente bueno. Pero, ¿qué significa?”

“¿Significa?…Nada. Es sólo un tatuaje.”

Max intentó usar su cara más inocente, pero no le era nada natural. No convencía a nadie.

“No me gusta la simbología.” Dijo Rut.

“Simbología. Que palabra más bella. Me encanta como hablas, como un libro.”

“Adiós Max.”

Rut le dio la espalda a Max y se dirigió hacia la puerta.

“¡Espera, espera! ¡Me he hecho otro tatuaje!”

“Si es como éste preferiría no verlo, gracias.”

“Oh no, es muy diferente. Adivina dónde está.”

Rut había parado y se había girado a mirar a Max, pero sacudió la cabeza y siguió andando.

“No me interesan tus juegos, Max. Tengo cosas que hacer.”

Max corrió hacia la puerta para impedir que Hilda saliera.

“Anda…He estado fuera dos semanas y ni siquiera me has preguntado cómo me fue o cómo estoy, o nada. Te he echado de menos, ¿sabes? Y tú ni siquiera te preocupas lo suficiente como para preguntarme.” Se quejó.

tampoco me has preguntado nada. Sólo llegaste chillando…”

“Vale, lo siento. Se lo tenía que enseñar a alguien o hubiera explotado. No se lo había enseñado a nadie.”

“Entonces ¿es una sorpresa?”

“Sí, sí. Tú no lo contarás, ¿no?”

Max y sus secretos. Hilda había sido elegida su confidente oficial hacía muchos años y nunca había conseguido librarse del privilegio. Aunque Max nunca lo confesaba todo. Siempre se guardaba algo. Eso a veces hacía las cosas un poco más fáciles para Hilda. A veces. A veces las hacía aún peores.

“Se lo tendrás que enseñar a tus padres. Lo descubrirán de todas maneras.”

“Se lo enseñaré, pronto….Pero mientras tanto no digas nada, ¿de acuerdo?”

“Vale.”

“Ahora, adivina dónde está el otro tatuaje.”

Pues ahí está. Os mantendré informados de su publicación. Si os ha gustado, no creo que tarde mucho. Y si queréis intentar adivinar dónde tiene Max el otro tatuaje…Bienvenidos…

Gracias por leer.

Ah, y el viernes, autora inviada. Judith Priay.

Today I bring you an author I’ve met in Twitter. Jon Fletcher has a very interesting life (that he’ll tell us a bit about later) and he’s real fun to follow. With another Twitter friend, Olivia, we’ve shared all kinds of slightly off-the-wall conversations. Jon has also shared some of his writing with us and I couldn’t help thinking he’d make a great guest for my blog. He bring us not only an original (that will be part of the new book in the series) interview with his main character Josiah Trenchard, but also tells us about himself and shares the prologue to his book. And now, I leave you with Jon, and Josiah…

Transcript of interview with Captain Josiah Trenchard of the United Worlds Space Navy by I.N.N. anchorman, Alexander Robertson, from his late night current affairs show “Rob’s On”:

ROBERTSON: Good evening, folks. This is Alexander Robertson. I’m joined in the studio by Captain Josiah Trenchard of the Wolverine class hunter-killer star-ship, the Might of Fortitude. Captain Trenchard has recently returned from a covert mission to protect a vital installation owned by the Papaver Corporation, and we are fortunate enough to have him here with us in the studio tonight. Good evening Captain Trenchard, or may I call you Jo?

TRENCHARD: No. You may not!

ROBERTSON: Okay then, let’s start with a brief history. You served aboard the U.W.S.S. Hand of Valour and were part of the peace keeping force sent to Europa. That battle was won by Captain Fisher wasn’t it; the so called hero of Europa?

TRENCHARD: It was a joint effort.

ROBERTSON: You were then transferred to the prototype Wolverine class ship, the Might of Fortitude as Captain Bird’s executive officer …

TRENCHARD: It’s referred to as a “boat”.

ROBERTSON: Right Jo. I’m sure that’s real important (smiles to camera and winks). There’s some confusion about what happened next. Would you like to comment on the rumours that the crew mutinied and were about to hand the shi… er, boat, over to the pirates?

TRENCHARD: That’s classified.

ROBERTSON: But Captain Bird was killed shortly after launch?

TRENCHARD: Yes. (looks at his watch)

ROBERTSON: And then you somehow managed to save the boat, single handed?

TRENCHARD: Yes.

ROBERTSON: Gee, you’re a really talkative guy Jo, I like that!

TRENCHARD: That’s Captain Trenchard to you…

ROBERTSON: So then your last mission was to protect a Papaver Corporation facility in the Kuyper belt. Tell me, how did you feel being promoted to Captain?

TRENCHARD: It’s a great honour to serve aboard one of the finest vessels in the fleet. The Might has a fine crew. They all carried out their duties admirably, under extreme pressure.

ROBERTSON: But we’ve received information that you’ve never completed the “Perisher” officer’s training course. What makes you think you’re qualified to command a hunter-killer star-ship?

TRENCHARD: (long silence) That was a field promotion, there wasn’t time to…

ROBERTSON: So what you’re telling me is that you have no qualifications to serve as Captain of a Wolverine?

TRENCHARD: I have served in the navy for many years, I…

ROBERTSON: You had two crewmembers injured on the last mission. One even lost a leg. Isn’t that true?

TRENCHARD: Unfortunately, yes, but…

ROBERTSON: Would that have happened if you’d received adequate training?

TRENCHARD: The injuries were unavoidable. We were in a battle situation for (edited) sake! We had a pirate ship bearing down on us and a homicidal enemy robot tearing the (edited) space-station apart. We were lucky to get away with the few injuries that we did. The men who were injured fought extremely bravely.

ROBERTSON: …and yet you had to be rescued by the S.S. Bertrand, Claude Papaver’s ship?

TRENCHARD: Rescued! (whispers something inaudible)

ROBERTSON: How about this nickname that you’ve picked up among your fellow officers, “The Fixer”? It seems like a tough sounding kinda name Jo? Are you a tough guy Jo? Are ya butch?

TRENCHARD: Where did you hear that from? I’ve never…

ROBERTSON: You’re getting quite a name for yourself Jo. If there’s trouble, send in the fixer right? He’ll get the job done, whatever it takes; even if that means bending the rules a little?

TRENCHARD: What? You son of a…

ROBERTSON: You went into that space-station your-self didn’t you Jo? Shouldn’t you have sent your executive officer in command of the mission? Do you think that she would have let a man lose his leg?

TRENCHARD: Watch your mouth, you arrogant piece of (expletive removed)!

ROBERTSON: You like a drink don’t cha Jo?

TRENCHARD: (looks confused) Occasionally, like any other sailor I…

ROBERTSON: Well we have witnesses that have seen you in Mike’s Bar, regularly drinking heavily until you can’t stand up any more.

TRENCHARD: Who…

ROBERTSON: Do you think an officer who smokes, drinks heavily, breaks the rules continually and disobeys standing orders; is a fit person to hold command of a military star-ship?

TRENCHARD: (stands from his seat and rips off microphone) I don’t have to stand for this (edited), you (edited) piece of (edited)! (walks away)

ROBERTSON: (calls after Trenchard) Do you think that you’re fit to be a star-ship Captain Jo? Can’t stand the heat Jo? Are you a coward too Jo?

TRENCHARD: (walks back towards Robertson, swings fist and punches Robertson off his chair) (edited) you!

End of transcript…

Jonathon Fletcher: Author of the Josiah Trenchard series.

I first started working on the story ideas for the Unity story arc when I was a film student at the University of Northumbria. The original idea was for a short film that I made (with a lot of help) in my third year. Ever since then I played about with the stories, mainly as film scripts. But then life got in the way. I finished the degree and started a job working as an assistant prop maker at Cosgrove Hall Films in Chorlton-cum-hardy, Manchester. The first show I worked on was Brambly Hedge, and then Rocky and the Dodos and Gerry Anderson’s LavenderCastle.

After about a year I left Cosgrove Hall with a group of other people who were setting up a new company called Hot Animation. I became the head of props and worked on some more Brambly Hedge and then the pilot for Bob the Builder. I gradually worked my way up and eventually became Series Art Director on Bob the Builder. After around fourteen series (I lost track after a while) and a few specials, Hot Animation was taken over by another company and they instigated a round of redundancies. I had been thinking about leaving for a while and so I decided to take the redundancy money and set myself up in business as a gardener.

I’ve been working as a gardener now for nearly ten years. I recently moved from Manchester up to the beautiful Northumberland countryside. Gardening gives me the time to look after my wife, who works very hard as a Head Teacher, and also have some time off in the winter to write. I’ve been working on the universe that Josiah Trenchard lives in, on and off since 1992.  I initially re-worked my short film idea into a novel and then looked into publishing via the traditional route, which seemed very hit or miss! Then a friend suggested self publishing on Amazon. He had a work colleague who was now making a fair income from writing books for Kindle. I didn’t want to give away my novel straight away, firstly because it wasn’t good enough yet, and secondly because I wanted to dip my toes in the self publishing waters with shorter stories first.

I already had some off-shoots from the main story in mind and so I decided to write a series of shorter novellas following the adventures of one mighty star-ship and one infamous Captain. Most of the best military sci-fi follows the voyages of an iconic vessel, from Star Trek to Jack Campbell’s “Lost Fleet” series, so that’s the format I chose. The idea for the first story was fairly easy to come up with. I knew that I had to introduce the prototype Wolverine star-ship, the Might of Fortitude, and that it would be set in the Asteroid Belt between Mars and Jupiter and involve space pirates. To be honest, the most difficult thing was coming up with the name of the Captain, probably the single most important thing for the books. For a start his name would be on every book cover. Secondly it had to be something new, that nobody else had already used. I spent a while trawling through Google and searching for different names; nothing would do. Then one day, the name “Josiah Trenchard” just popped into my head suddenly. Was it divine inspiration or just my subconscious finally working it through? Whatever the reason, the name was perfect and the series was born. Josiah Trenchard actually translates as “the lord saves man of war” which is kind of cool for the main hero of your military sci-fi epic!

After that, the name of the space-ship was the next most important element. Most science fiction vessels have bold sounding single word names like “Vengeful”, “Nostromo” or “Enterprise”. Alternatively they have two word names like “Red Dwarf” or “Millennium Falcon”. I wanted to use a different format, one that could be adapted for many different star-ship names. Then I was near the sea one day (I tend to spend a lot of time at the coast when I can) and I started noticing the names on fishing boats. A large number of the boats were named “the something of something”, for example the “Pride of Newcastle”. And so after a fair bit of brain-storming, the “Might of Fortitude” was born. Other vessels in the series include the “Gift of Stealth”, the “Hand of Valour” and the “Breath of Vengeance”. It’s a format that suits military vessels and has millions of possible combinations.

Writing the first episode was hard because an establisher episode has so many constraints. You must introduce the main character, the setting, a problem for them to overcome, their enemies, and so on. You have to do all this in a finite number of words and keep it interesting for the reader. I think I did a pretty good job, and episode two is much better as the story just gets straight into the action. There are a lot of unanswered questions at the end of part two and some of the crew have undergone some pretty horrible traumas. Part three, “Berzerkergang”, should be out on sale as this blog is published. It picks right up where part two left off. This time the crew of the Might get to visit a planet’s surface and really delve into what make’s the Insurgent terrorists tick. The reader also finds out a good deal more about the mysterious Japanese assassin and the motives of Claude Papaver.

Each episode is loosely based on a classic horror / sci-fi theme, which is then re-told in my own style. Morgenstern obviously draws heavily upon Frankenstein, and Berzerkergang is a Jekyll and Hyde / Wolfman inspired plot. Part four is currently being written. It’s and action packed story and pits the crew of the Might against zombies! Well, it had to happen eventually, didn’t it?

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Excerpt from Josiah Trenchard Part Three: Berzerkergang:

Prologue “Campfire Tales”

The dancing flames flickered violently as a cold wind blew in across the compound. The four figures huddled around the old oil drum pulled their capes a little closer around their necks to ward off the chill of the night. The night watch was always hard, but the bitter cold was draining the last of the United Worlds trooper’s courage.

‘Throw another log on the fire would you,’ asked Stofan, hugging herself tightly to keep out the cold.

Coloroso duly obliged and the fire sparkled and crackled as the heavy log hit the smouldering embers, sending bright sparks whirling skyward.

‘You want to hear a story?’ said McGagh darkly, pulling a hip flask from his uniform pocket and taking a swig, then offering it around. ‘Not one of Vinny’s crap ghost stories, a real story?’

‘Hey!’ said Coloroso, alarmed. ‘Alcohol’s forbidden on duty,’ he cried.

McGagh gave him a disgusted look. ‘You haven’t been out of the academy long, have you lad?’

Coloroso shook his head.

McGagh pushed the flask towards him. ‘This is best Irish whiskey. If you don’t take a drink, then I’ll be offended, and so will my family and all our ancestors. You don’t want to offend my family do you?’

The underlying threat was clear. Coloroso took the flask and swigged a shot down, the harsh spirit stinging his insides. As he did, he noticed a tattoo on McGagh’s outstretched right hand. It read “Drink”. On McGagh’s left hand, the hand he preferred to punch with, he had another tattoo which read “Feck”. Coloroso passed the flask to Vinny on his left and then the others duly took a drink, the warmth of the spirit spreading across their chests. When the flask arrived back to McGagh, he took another deep drink and then stared into the flames, deep in memory.

‘Four years ago, just out of the academy myself, I was stationed on Mars. There had been grumblings from the Martian government for years. They didn’t like being ruled from Earth and wanted independence from the United Worlds. Our platoon was guarding the local United Worlds headquarters in the capital city of Belatu-Cadros.’

Shit…’ whispered Stofan. She knew what was coming. Every veteran in the navy knew about Belatu-Cadros. Vinny and Coloroso were probably too young to have heard the real story yet. Sure, they would have seen is on the news, but the media held back the details. They were looking on intently, their eyes shining in the dancing firelight with the innocence of youth.

‘Mars was still dusty then,’ continued McGagh. ‘The atmosphere processing was only half done. The magnetic pole shield had just been activated but the water hadn’t been released from the ice-caps yet. It was a hot, dry, hard-baked planet. Breathing was like being at high altitude, low oxygen. We still had to use breathing masks when the grit storms came down from the slopes of Olympus-Mons. It felt a little like hell. The only good thing about being stationed there was that the low gravity made moving around a little easier.’

McGagh stared off into the distance before taking another swig of whiskey and then grimacing, baring his teeth and making a sucking sound through them.

‘There had been demonstrations, banner waving and shouting mostly, a bit of pushing and shoving, nothing too violent; nothing that we couldn’t handle. I was on morning watch with ten other troopers at the front gate, all young lads. I’ll always remember those faces… good lads, good blokes. A young girl came up to the front gate. It wasn’t unusual for the local kids to sell stuff to the troopers, fags, booze, chocolate; anything that was rationed on the base. I remember the lads used to call her “Buttercup”, ‘cause of the flowery dresses that she used to wear. A guy called… Fred Townsend, strolled up to her and asked her what she wanted. I was standing just inside the guard hut. I could see her face clearly. She couldn’t have been more than fourteen…’

McGagh gulped. His mouth had suddenly become very dry.

‘She smiled, such a sweet little thing. I’ll always remember the look in her eyes…’

Stofan placed a reassuring hand onto McGagh’s arm. The big Irish man, tattooed, afraid of nothing and full of bravado, was actually shaking at the recollection.

‘She said something quietly in Townsend’s ear and his face just went… terrified, white like a sheet. He started running, but it was too late. This little girl, she raised her arm in the air and pressed the trigger that she had hidden in her hand.’

There was absolute silence around the fire. The flames whipped down for a moment in a gust of wind as if leaning in closer to hear the story.

‘I saw Townsend for a split second before I blacked out as the blast hit me. He was literally splashed across the ground by the force of the explosion. It even melted his dog tags and his fillings. When I came to, there was a pitched battle going on in the streets. We never found out where the Insurgents had got the weapons from, or the explosives. Suicide bombers hit several United Worlds buildings in a coordinated attack. Fifty troopers were killed in the first ten minutes. Then their armed forces moved in while we were still picking up our wounded.’

Vinny and Coloroso were standing with their mouths hanging agape. Stofan dropped her eyes to the ground. McGagh looked back up from the fire and stared straight into Vinny’s eyes.

‘That was the day that the war against the Insurgents really started. That day I learned one thing Vinny. Never trust anyone, not even a child. The Insurgents have no honour, they fight dirty. That’s why I did what I did to that crowd of civilians, why I’ve never been promoted, why nobody trusts me. I’m not proud of it, but any one of them could have been a suicide bomber. I couldn’t take the chance. I’ve paid for that every night since, when I close my eyes and see their screaming faces.’ McGagh paused and took another long drink of whiskey. ‘There’ll be no peace until every Insurgent sympathiser is buried in the fucking ground!’

There was another long silence. Stofan was about to speak when the silence was disturbed by a rhythmic banging that began on the ten foot high wire mesh gate that led into the compound. Vinny leapt towards the guard hut and hit a switch that turned on the overhead spotlights, illuminating the fenced off compound grounds. Stofan, McGagh and Coloroso, legged it over to the gate to see what the noise was.

The three troopers stopped still, their mouths agape. Standing outside the gates was a young trooper. His helmet was missing, as was the rest of his uniform. He was completely naked and his body was covered from head to toe with cuts and scratches. His face was blank, staring, void of emotion. A strange glow seemed to be coming from deep within his wildly staring eyes. He was hammering ceaselessly on the gate with his left fist.

Pound!

Pound!

Pound!

As the shaken troopers looked on, the most disturbing thing about the completely naked young man, was that he was covered, head to toe, in bright, scarlet, blood. Lumps of flesh and brain matter dripped from his skin. When he bared his teeth as the torchlight hit his face, there was human flesh and hair stuck between his crimson stained, snarling teeth…

Available in Amazon: Josiah Trenchard Part One “The Might of Fortitude”

http://www.amazon.com/Josiah-Trenchard-Might-Fortitude-ebook/dp/B009PK84WW/

 and Josiah Trenchard Part Two “Morgenstern”

http://www.amazon.com/Josiah-Trenchard-Part-Morgenstern-ebook/dp/B00AGZE6AO/

Part Three “Berzerkergang” is coming soon!

Jonathon Fletcher can be contacted on Twitter – @JonGardener and on YouTube – Evilgenius1972.

Honour, strength and unity!

Thank you to Jon for sharing with us (and I hope you’ll all download his books). And hopefully he’ll come to visit us soon with updates and tales. And next week…There will be more!

Hoy como es habitual los viernes, les traigo un autor invitado. Jon Fletcher. Conocí a Jon a través de Twitter (si, ya les oigo, otro…) y con otra amiga de Twitter, Olivia, hemos pasado ratos divertidos intercambiando Twitters sobre todo tipo de cosas, desde resfriados hasta animales con extraños cortes de pelo. Jon también nos ofreció muestras de su obra, una serie de ciencia ficción, y la verdad es que una página basta para quedarse enganchado. Así que le pregunté si vendría de invitado a mi blog. Y aquí está. Y no sólo nos ofrece una entrevista (que formará parte de su nuevo libro) con su protagonista, Josiah Trenchard, sino que también nos habla de su carrera (nada usual) y nos ofrece el prólogo de uno de sus libros. He traducido la entrevista y la biografía pero no me atreví con el prólogo para no interferir con el estilo de Jon, así que lo he dejado en inglés. Y si no hablan inglés, el resto del post yo creo que les animará a aprender.

Y sin darles más la lata, les dejo con Jon Fletcher!

Transcripción de la entrevista con el Capitán Josiah Trenchard de la Marina del Espacio de los Mundos Unidos con el presentador de la I.N.N., Alexander Robertson, para su programa de actualidad ‘Rob’s on’

ROBERTSON: Buenas noches. Soy Alexander Robertson. Me acompaña en el estudio el Capitán Josiah Trenchard de la nave estelar tipo caza-destructora Wolverine, el Poder de la Fortaleza. El Capitán Trenchard ha vuelto hace poco de una misión secreta para proteger una instalación vital propiedad de la corporación Papaver, y tenemos la suerte de que puedas estar con nosotros en el estudio esta noche. Buenas noches, Capitán Trenchard. ¿Puedo llamarle Jo?

TRENCHARD: No. ¡De eso nada!

ROBERTSON: De acuerdo, entonces empecemos con una breve biografía. Sirvió a bordo del U.W.S.S. Mano de Valor y fue parte del ejército para mantener la paz que se envió a Europa. Esa batalla la ganó el Capitán Fisher, el llamado héroe de Europa, ¿no?

TRENCHARD: Fue un esfuerzo conjunto.

ROBERTSON: Entonces le trasladaron a la nave prototipo Wolverine, el Poder de la Fortaleza como oficial ejecutivo del Capitán Bird…

TRENCHARD: Se le llama “embarcación”.

ROBERTSON: Vale Jo. Estoy seguro de que eso es realmente importante (le sonría a la cámara y guiña un ojo). Parece haber algo de confusión sobre lo que pasó después. ¿Podría comentar sobre los rumores de que la tripulación se amotinó y estuvieron a punto de entregar la nav…, embarcación, a los piratas?

TRENCHARD: Eso es información clasificada.

ROBERTSON: ¿Pero al Capitán Bird lo mataron poco después de embarcar?

TRENCHARD: Sí. (mira a su reloj)

ROBERTSON: ¿Y entonces de alguna manera logró salvar la embarcación completamente solo?

TRENCHARD: Sí.

ROBERTSON: ¡De verdad eres muy charlatán, Jo, eso me gusta!

TRENCHARD: Para usted, Capitán Trenchard…

ROBERTSON: Entonces su última misión fue proteger el edificio de la Corporación Papaver en el cinturón Kuyper. ¿Dígame, cómo se sintió cuando le promocionaron a Capitán?

TRENCHARD: Es un gran honor servir a bordo de uno de los mejores bajeles de la flota. El Poder  tiene una gran tripulación. Todos cumplieron con su deber admirablemente, bajo condiciones de extrema presión.

ROBERTSON: Pero hemos recibido información de que nunca completó el curso de entrenamiento para oficiales “eliminador”. ¿Qué le hace pensar que está cualificado para comandar una nave estelar caza-destructora?

TRENCHARD: (largo silencio) Esa fue una promoción en el campo de batalla, no hubo tiempo para…

ROBERTSON: ¿Entonces lo que me está diciendo es que no está cualificado para servir como capitán de una Wolverine?

TRENCHARD: He servido en la Marina muchos años, yo…

ROBERTSON: Dos de los miembros de su tripulación fueron heridos durante la última misión. Uno llegó a perder una pierna. ¿No es eso cierto?

TRENCHARD: Desgraciadamente sí, pero…

ROBERTSON: ¿Hubiera pasado lo mismo si hubiera recibido el entrenamiento adecuado?

TRENCHARD: Las heridas fueron inevitables. ¡Estábamos en medio de una (editado) batalla! Teníamos una nave pirata encima de nosotros y un robot enemigo homicida destrozando la (editado) estación espacial. Tuvimos suerte librarnos con tan pocos heridos. Los hombres heridos lucharon con extrema bravura.

ROBERTSON:… ¿y a pesar de todo le tuvo que rescatar el S.S. Bertrand, la embarcación de Claude Papaver?

TRENCHARD: ¡Rescatar! (susurra algo inaudible)

ROBERTSON: ¿Y qué me dice del mote que le han puesto sus compañeros oficiales, “El Arreglador”? Suena a nombre duro, ¿no Jo? ¿Es un tipo duro Jo? ¿Es un macho?

TRENCHARD: ¿Dónde oyó eso? Yo nunca…

ROBERTSON: Se está haciendo un nombre Jo. Si hay problemas, enviad al arreglador, ¿no? ¿El hará lo que haga falta, cueste lo que cueste; incluso si hace falta modificar las reglas un poco?

TRENCHARD: ¿Cómo? Es un hijo de…

ROBERTSON: Usted mismo entró en la estación espacial, ¿no Jo? ¿No debería  haber enviado al oficial ejecutivo al mando de la misión? ¿Cree que ella hubiera dejado que uno de sus hombres perdiera una pierna?

TRENCHARD: ¡Cuidado con lo que dices, tu arrogante (insulto borrado)!

ROBERTSON: Te gusta beber, ¿no Jon?

TRENCHARD: (parece confundido) Ocasionalmente, como cualquier marinero yo…

ROBERTSON: Tenemos testigos que dicen que te han visto in el bar de Mike, a menudo bebiendo tanto que no te puedes mantener en pie.

TRENCHARD: Quién…

ROBERTSON: ¿Crees que un oficial que fuma, bebe mucho, se salta las reglas continuamente y desobedece las órdenes; es la persona adecuada para estar al mando de una nave estelar militar?

TRENCHARD: (se levanta y se arranca el micrófono) ¡No tengo que aguantar esto (editado), tú (editado) pedazo de (editado)! (se marcha)

ROBERTSON: (llama a Trenchard) ¿Crees que estás en condiciones de ser Capitán de una nave estelar Jo? ¿No te atreves a contestar? ¿Eres también un cobarde?

TRENCHARD: (marcha hacia Robertson, dispara el puño y tira a Robertson de la silla de un puñetazo) ¡(editado)!

Fin de la transcripción

Jonathon Fletcher: Autor de la serie de Josiah Trenchard.

Empecé a trabajar en las ideas para la historia del Arco de la Unidad cuando estudiaba cinematografía en la universidad de Northumbria. La idea original era para un corto que rodé (con mucha  ayuda) en mi tercer año. Desde entonces siempre me he dedicado a darle vueltas y jugar con las historias, la mayoría como guiones de películas. Pero entonces la vida se puso de por medio. Terminé la carrera y empecé a trabajar como asistente del creador de atrezzo y decorados en Cosgrove Hall Films en Chorlton-cum-hardy, Manchester. El primer show en el que trabajé fue Brambly Hedge, y luego Rocky y los Dodos y Gerry Anderson’s Lavender Castle.

Al cabo de un año dejé Cosgrove Hall con un grupo de gente que iban a crear una nueva compañía Hot Animation. Me convertí en jefe de decorados y trabajé en más episodios de Brambly Hedge y luego el episodio piloto de Bob The Builder. Gradualmente fui avanzando hasta que me convertí el Director Artístico de la Serie Bob the Builder. Después de catorce series (perdí la cuenta al cabo de un tiempo) y algunos episodios extra, Hot Animation fue absorbida por otra compañía y querían recortar la plantilla. Yo llevaba tiempo pensando en dejarlo así que decidí aceptar el dinero del finiquito y empezar un negocio de jardinero.

Llevo trabajando de jardinero casi diez años. Hace poco que me mudé de Manchester a la bella campiña de Northumberland. La jardinería me da tiempo para cuidar de mi mujer, que trabaja muy duro como directora de una escuela, y también tengo tiempo libre en el invierno para escribir. Llevo creando el universo en el que vive Josiah Trenchard, a veces más a veces menos, desde el 1992. Inicialmente revisé la idea de mi corto y la transformé en una novela y entonces intenté publicarla utilizando la ruta convencional, que me pareció bastante impredecible. Entonces un amigo me sugirió que me auto-publicara a través de Amazon. Me dijo que uno de sus compañeros de trabajo estaba haciendo bastante dinero escribiendo libros para Kindle. No quería empezar con mi novela directamente, primero porque no era lo suficientemente buena, y segundo porque quería primero probar el agua de la auto-publicación con historias más cortas.

Yo ya tenía algunas ideas para historias colaterales así que decidí escribir una serie de novelas cortas siguiendo las aventuras de una poderosa nave estelar y un Capitán infame. La mayoría de las mejores historias militares de ciencia ficción siguen los viajes de una nave, desde Star Trek hasta las serie “Lost Fleet” (La Flota Perdida) de Jack Campbell, así que escogí ese formato. La idea para la primera historia me vino muy fácilmente. Sabía que tenía que introducir el prototipo de la nave estelar Wolverine, el Poder de la Fortaleza, y que tendría lugar en el Cinturón de Asteroides entre Marte y Júpite, y que habría piratas. Para ser sincero, lo más difícil fue inventarse el nombre del Capitán, probablemente la cosa más importante del libro. Para empezar, su nombre estaría en la tapa de cada libro.  En segundo lugar tenía que ser algo nuevo, que nadie hubiera utilizado antes. Pasé tiempo en Google buscando nombres pero nada, ninguno me valía. Y entonces un buen día, el nombre “Josiah Trenchard” apareció en mi cabeza de repente. ¿Fue inspiración divina o mi subconsciente finalmente llegando a una solución? Cualquiera que fuera la razón, el nombre era perfecto y nació la serie. ¡Josiah Trenchard se traduce “el Señor salva hombre de guerra” que es apropiado para el héroe principal de tu serie épica de ciencia ficción militar!

Después de eso, el siguiente elemento más importante ere el nombre de la nave estelar. La mayoría de los bajeles de ciencia ficción tienen nombres que suenan poderosos y decididos como “Venganza”, “Nostromo” o “Enterprise”. Alternativamente puede tener un nombre compuesto como “Red Dwarf” o “Millenium Falcon” (El Halcón Milenario). Yo quería usar un formato diferente, uno que pudiera ser adaptado para los nombres de muchas naves estelares. Entonces estaba cerca del mar un día (intento pasar mucho tiempo en la costa cuando puedo) y noté los nombres de los barcos de pesca. Muchos se llamaban “el algo de algo”, por ejemplo “El orgullo de Newcastle”. Y así después de generar algunas ideas, nació el “Poder de Fortaleza”. Otras naves en la serie incluyen el “Regalo de Sigilo”, la “Mano de Valor” y el “Respiro de Venganza”. Es un formato que se adapta bien a naves militares y tiene millones de combinaciones posibles.

Escribir el primer episodio fue difícil porque un episodio inicial tiene muchas limitaciones. Tienes que presentar al personaje principal, el lugar de la acción, un problema que tienen que superar, sus enemigos, y todo eso. Tienes que conseguir eso en un número determinado de palabras y mantener el interés de los lectores. Yo creo que hice un buen trabajo, y el episodio dos es mucho mejor ya que nos metemos directamente en la acción. Hay muchas preguntas sin respuesta al final de la segunda parte y algunos miembros de la tripulación han superado traumas horribles. La tercera parte, “Berzerkergang”, debería estar a la venta coincidiendo con la publicación de este blog. Empieza justamente donde acabó la parte dos. Esta vez la tripulación del Poder visita la superficie de un planeta y llegan a explorar de lleno lo que motiva a los terroristas insurgentes. El lector también descubre mucho más sobre el misterioso asesino japonés y los motivos de Claude Papaver.

Cada episodio está basado, libremente en un tema clásico de horror/ciencia ficción, al que yo le doy mi propio estilo. Morgenstern obviamente se inspira en Frankenstein, y Berzerkergang está inspirado en Jekyll y Hyde/Hombre Lobo. Estoy escribiendo la parte cuatro. ¡Es una historia llena de acción y enfrenta a la tripulación del Poder contra los zombies! Bueno, al final tenía que pasar, ¿no?

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Excerpt from Josiah Trenchard Part Three: Berzerkergang:

Prologue “Campfire Tales”

The dancing flames flickered violently as a cold wind blew in across the compound. The four figures huddled around the old oil drum pulled their capes a little closer around their necks to ward off the chill of the night. The night watch was always hard, but the bitter cold was draining the last of the United Worlds trooper’s courage.

‘Throw another log on the fire would you,’ asked Stofan, hugging herself tightly to keep out the cold.

Coloroso duly obliged and the fire sparkled and crackled as the heavy log hit the smouldering embers, sending bright sparks whirling skyward.

‘You want to hear a story?’ said McGagh darkly, pulling a hip flask from his uniform pocket and taking a swig, then offering it around. ‘Not one of Vinny’s crap ghost stories, a real story?’

‘Hey!’ said Coloroso, alarmed. ‘Alcohol’s forbidden on duty,’ he cried.

McGagh gave him a disgusted look. ‘You haven’t been out of the academy long, have you lad?’

Coloroso shook his head.

McGagh pushed the flask towards him. ‘This is best Irish whiskey. If you don’t take a drink, then I’ll be offended, and so will my family and all our ancestors. You don’t want to offend my family do you?’

The underlying threat was clear. Coloroso took the flask and swigged a shot down, the harsh spirit stinging his insides. As he did, he noticed a tattoo on McGagh’s outstretched right hand. It read “Drink”. On McGagh’s left hand, the hand he preferred to punch with, he had another tattoo which read “Feck”. Coloroso passed the flask to Vinny on his left and then the others duly took a drink, the warmth of the spirit spreading across their chests. When the flask arrived back to McGagh, he took another deep drink and then stared into the flames, deep in memory.

‘Four years ago, just out of the academy myself, I was stationed on Mars. There had been grumblings from the Martian government for years. They didn’t like being ruled from Earth and wanted independence from the United Worlds. Our platoon was guarding the local United Worlds headquarters in the capital city of Belatu-Cadros.’

Shit…’ whispered Stofan. She knew what was coming. Every veteran in the navy knew about Belatu-Cadros. Vinny and Coloroso were probably too young to have heard the real story yet. Sure, they would have seen is on the news, but the media held back the details. They were looking on intently, their eyes shining in the dancing firelight with the innocence of youth.

‘Mars was still dusty then,’ continued McGagh. ‘The atmosphere processing was only half done. The magnetic pole shield had just been activated but the water hadn’t been released from the ice-caps yet. It was a hot, dry, hard-baked planet. Breathing was like being at high altitude, low oxygen. We still had to use breathing masks when the grit storms came down from the slopes of Olympus-Mons. It felt a little like hell. The only good thing about being stationed there was that the low gravity made moving around a little easier.’

McGagh stared off into the distance before taking another swig of whiskey and then grimacing, baring his teeth and making a sucking sound through them.

‘There had been demonstrations, banner waving and shouting mostly, a bit of pushing and shoving, nothing too violent; nothing that we couldn’t handle. I was on morning watch with ten other troopers at the front gate, all young lads. I’ll always remember those faces… good lads, good blokes. A young girl came up to the front gate. It wasn’t unusual for the local kids to sell stuff to the troopers, fags, booze, chocolate; anything that was rationed on the base. I remember the lads used to call her “Buttercup”, ‘cause of the flowery dresses that she used to wear. A guy called… Fred Townsend, strolled up to her and asked her what she wanted. I was standing just inside the guard hut. I could see her face clearly. She couldn’t have been more than fourteen…’

McGagh gulped. His mouth had suddenly become very dry.

‘She smiled, such a sweet little thing. I’ll always remember the look in her eyes…’

Stofan placed a reassuring hand onto McGagh’s arm. The big Irish man, tattooed, afraid of nothing and full of bravado, was actually shaking at the recollection.

‘She said something quietly in Townsend’s ear and his face just went… terrified, white like a sheet. He started running, but it was too late. This little girl, she raised her arm in the air and pressed the trigger that she had hidden in her hand.’

There was absolute silence around the fire. The flames whipped down for a moment in a gust of wind as if leaning in closer to hear the story.

‘I saw Townsend for a split second before I blacked out as the blast hit me. He was literally splashed across the ground by the force of the explosion. It even melted his dog tags and his fillings. When I came to, there was a pitched battle going on in the streets. We never found out where the Insurgents had got the weapons from, or the explosives. Suicide bombers hit several United Worlds buildings in a coordinated attack. Fifty troopers were killed in the first ten minutes. Then their armed forces moved in while we were still picking up our wounded.’

Vinny and Coloroso were standing with their mouths hanging agape. Stofan dropped her eyes to the ground. McGagh looked back up from the fire and stared straight into Vinny’s eyes.

‘That was the day that the war against the Insurgents really started. That day I learned one thing Vinny. Never trust anyone, not even a child. The Insurgents have no honour, they fight dirty. That’s why I did what I did to that crowd of civilians, why I’ve never been promoted, why nobody trusts me. I’m not proud of it, but any one of them could have been a suicide bomber. I couldn’t take the chance. I’ve paid for that every night since, when I close my eyes and see their screaming faces.’ McGagh paused and took another long drink of whiskey. ‘There’ll be no peace until every Insurgent sympathiser is buried in the fucking ground!’

There was another long silence. Stofan was about to speak when the silence was disturbed by a rhythmic banging that began on the ten foot high wire mesh gate that led into the compound. Vinny leapt towards the guard hut and hit a switch that turned on the overhead spotlights, illuminating the fenced off compound grounds. Stofan, McGagh and Coloroso, legged it over to the gate to see what the noise was.

The three troopers stopped still, their mouths agape. Standing outside the gates was a young trooper. His helmet was missing, as was the rest of his uniform. He was completely naked and his body was covered from head to toe with cuts and scratches. His face was blank, staring, void of emotion. A strange glow seemed to be coming from deep within his wildly staring eyes. He was hammering ceaselessly on the gate with his left fist.

Pound!

Pound!

Pound!

As the shaken troopers looked on, the most disturbing thing about the completely naked young man, was that he was covered, head to toe, in bright, scarlet, blood. Lumps of flesh and brain matter dripped from his skin. When he bared his teeth as the torchlight hit his face, there was human flesh and hair stuck between his crimson stained, snarling teeth…

Disponibles en Amazon Josiah Trenchard Parte Uno “The Might of Fortitude”

http://www.amazon.com/Josiah-Trenchard-Might-Fortitude-ebook/dp/B009PK84WW/

Y Josiah Trenchard Parte Dos “Morgenstern”

http://www.amazon.com/Josiah-Trenchard-Part-Morgenstern-ebook/dp/B00AGZE6AO/

¡Parte Tres “Berzerkergang” está al caer!

Pueden contactar a Jonathon Fletcher en Twitter – @JonGardener y en YouTube – Evilgenius1972.

¡Honor, Fortaleza y Unidad!

Mucha gracias a Jon por compartir su obra y su vida con nosotros. Y a ustedes por leer. Y la semana que viene…más!

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Hello all: I know I promised you a surprise, and here it is! Today I’m bringing you something different. I’ve been inviting authors to contribute to my blog but I thought I’d try something different. So here is: Mongo Slane! I met Mongo Slane through Twitter (you will already have noticed that I’m met many people through Twitter, although a lot of them are writers) and he shared one of his songs with me. I loved it so I retweeted it and shared it on Facebook. Since them he’s kept me informed of his new songs, videos and performances. And I thought…everybody likes music. Not everybody likes all types of music, but music can connect with people and say so much…

I asked Mongo Slane if he would be a guest in my blog and he kindly agreed. I post his biography, some of his pictures, links to U-tube, and if I can manage to download them, a couple of his fantastic songs…

And without further ado….MONGO SLANE!

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To find one’s purpose in life is not an easy journey. A dark path Mongo Slane knows too well. From fulfilling crime sprees to handling the pressures ofIMG_0600 those who depend on his success; Mongo understands that success does not come from one’s status, but it comes from the recognition of being a man.  The journey starts in Memphis, Tennessee, where Mongo Slane was born. As a boy, he was quickly moved across the world including Italy, Portugal, and Greece before his family made Dallas, Texas a permanent home.

IMG_0587The days get darker, when the boy becomes a teen lurking in the shadows of some of Dallas’s desolate areas. His passion for music, the only source of light, buried deep within his soul. “I’ve always been in love with music and I know I can be successful in the music business, but I also was in love with…stealin cars and sellin dope mostly.” After three felony charges and many years in prison, Mongo Slane’s dark path took a turn towards something more enlightening. “I want to reach people with my music… and be able to give back to those less fortunate.” Ironically, the name he chose to bear as a rap artist represents his philosophy. Taken from a 1975 film called “Let’s Do It Again” featuring Sidney Poitier and Bill Cosby, the two main characters were using street hustling tactics to raise money for a noble cause. Cosby’s character created Mongo Slade.  However, due to trademark infringement with another rap artist, “Slade” had to be changed to “Slane.”

With a new way of life and a desire to help people in need, Mongo Slane has a different determination to being successful than relying on music stardom. As a man, he has realized that his friends and family are the source of his inspiration. “They push me to do better and to make the right IMG_0690choices.” Mongo Slane has made the correct decisions. He has recently worked alongside Chamillionaire and Bun B with Boomtown Productions on a movie soundtrack. Additionally, he is in the process of becoming a certified barber, so he can run his own legitimate operation. It seems, while many fall back into the gap, Mongo Slane creates bridges. With the release of his single “What’s Up” and his upcoming album “DON’T JUDGE ME” and “LATE BLOOMER” fans will respect Mongo Slane’s journey and will help celebrate his victory. “I really don’t know my purpose…… maybe God will tell me.”

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And now, two of his songs! I hope you love them as much as I do!

HOLD ON

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I FEEL LIKE I’M ALL ALONE

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And now for some links, to I-tunes where you can purchase HOLD ON  and you can also follow Mongo Slane on U-tube.

Thanks for reading and listening and thanks to Mongo for sharing his life and music with us:

NOW AVAILABLE ON #iTunes HOLD ON

http://bit.ly/VlkKNa http://yfrog.com/esx6cwg pls download

Follow Mongo Slane in U-tube:

http://YouTube.com/mongoslane

And before I leave you, on Friday, I bring you an author friend and his musings: Jon Gardener!

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Mongo%20SlaneOs prometí algo diferente hoy. Y aquí está. Os traigo a un hombre, Mongo Slane y su música. Conocí a Mongo Slane a través de Twitter (ya os habréis dado cuenta de que conozco a mucha gente en Twitter, pero hasta ahora sólo os había traído a autores) y me envió una de sus canciones. Me gustó mucho y la compartí en Twitter y Facebook, y me tuvo informada de sus nuevas canciones, videos y actuaciones. 

Y se me ocurrió que a todo el mundo le gusta algún tipo de música, y la música puede expresar mucho (cosas muy distintas que las palabras a veces). Así que le pregunté a Mongo Slane si le gustaría compartir sus experiencias y  su música con mis lectores y amablemente dijo que sí, y además ofreció compartir dos de sus canciones.

No os canso más y os dejo con Mongo Slane que nos cuenta algo de su vida, y luego, nos ofrece dos de sus canciones y enlaces…

MONGO SLANE!

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Encontrar el porqué de nuestra vida no es un camino fácil. Es un sendero oscuro que Mongo Slane conoce bien. Desde cometer olas de

IMG_0587crímenes a soportar las presiones de los que depende de nuestro éxito; Mongo entiende que el éxito no viene del status, sino de reconocer que uno es un hombre. El viaje empieza en Memphis, Tennessee, donde nació Mongo Slane. Desde niño viajó por todo el mundo, incluyendo Italia, Portugal y Grecia hasta que su familia se instaló definitivamente en Dallas, Texas.

Los días se vuelven oscuros, cuando el niño se transforma en un adolescente acechando en las sombras de algunas de las áreas más desoladas de Dallas. Su pasión por la música, la única fuente de luz, yacía enterrada profundamente en su alma. “Siempre he amado la música y sé que puedo tener éxito en el negocio de la música, pero también amaba…robar coches y vender marihuana sobretodo.” Después de tres condenas y

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muchos años en la cárcel, el sendero oscuro de Mongo Slane giró hacia algo más positivo e inspirador. “Quiero alcanzar a muchas personas con mi música…y poder aportar algo a los menos afortunados.” Irónicamente, el nombre que escogió como artista de rap representa su filosofía. Tomada de una película del 1975 que se llama Let’s Do it Again (Volvamos a hacerlo) con Sidney Poitier and Bill Cosby, los dos personajes principales usaban técnicas de timo callejero para conseguir dinero para una causa noble. El personaje de Cosby creó Mongo Slade. Sin embargo, debido a problemas de infringir el nombre comercial de otro artista de rap, “Slade” tuvo que cambiarse a “Slane”.

IMG_0690 Con un nuevo estilo de vida y un deseo de ayudar a la gente necesitada, Mongo Slane ha decidido que su éxito no lo definirá en términos de estrellato musical. Como hombre, se ha dado cuenta de que sus amigos y su familia son su fuente de inspiración. “Me empujan a hacerlo mejor y a tomar las decisiones correctas.” Mongo Slane ha tomada buenas decisiones. Recientemente ha trabajado al lado de Chamillionaire y Bun B con Boomtown Productions en la banda sonora de una película. Además, se está sacando el certificado de barbero cualificado, para poder tener un negocio legítimo. Parece que mientras mucho se escurren por los agujeros, Mongo Slane construye puentes. Con el lanzamiento de su single “What’s Up” y su futuro album “DON’T JUDGE ME” y “LATE BLOOMER” fans respetarán el viaje de Mongo Slane y le ayudarán a celebrar su victoria. “Realmente no sé cuál es mi destino…quizás Dios me lo dirá.”
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Y ahora les dejo con dos de las canciones de Mongo Slane, Hold on y I feel like I’m all alone, y enlaces a i-tunes y U-tube.

Gracias por leer y escuchar y muchas gracias a Mongo Slane por compartir su vida y su música con nosotros.

Y antes de que me olvide. El viernes tenemos autor invitado: Jon Fletcher!

HOLD ON

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I FEEL LIKE I’M ALL ALONE

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AHORA DISPONIBLE EN I-TUNES ‘HOLD ON’

http://bit.ly/VlkKNa http://yfrog.com/esx6cwg

Por favor, descárguenla y corran la voz!

Y sigan a Mongo Slane en U-tube

http://YouTube.com/mongoslane


Hoy les presento otra de las autoras a las que conocí a través de Twitter y que accedió a aparecer en mi blog para hablarles de sus novelas, y también de lo que los lectores consideran la esencia de las novelas de misterio.  A ver si están de acuerdo. Con ustedes: Carmen Amato.

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El Misterio Personal de Carmen Amato

Recientemente les pregunté a los lectores en kindleboards.com qué elementos les parecían los más importantes en una buena novela de misterio. Sus opciones eran:

  1. Personajes complejos e imperfectos (por ejemplo John Rebus, Harry Hole)
  2. Argumentos enrevesados que adquieren más importancia que el desarrollo de los personajes.
  3. Un entorno poco usual. (por ej. la serie Arkady Renko que tiene lugar en Rusia)
  4. Sentido del humor (por ej. los libros de Stephanie plum)
  5. Auténtica información forense (como en los libros de Patricia Cornwell)

La discusión digital fue animada. La mayoría de los que respondieron votaron por A y B. Los lectores quieren ver personajes intrigantes y argumentos que les dejen preguntándose qué pasará después. Muchos opinaron que los dos elementos debería ir juntos en lugar de predominar el uno sobre el otro.

Como escritora de novelas de misterio no puedo estar más de acuerdo. Estos dos conceptos centrales son los que generan y animan mi serie de misterio protagonizada por Emilia Cruz, la primera y única mujer detective en la policía de Acapulco. Inspirándome en mis experiencias propias cuando viví en México y América Central, la serie presenta la guerra contra las drogas de México y la corrupción oficial teniendo como telón de fondo la rica herencia cultural del país.

La serie fue lanzada el pasado Agosto con la exclusiva novela corta MADE IN ACAPULCO (HECHO EN ACAPULCO) y continúa con la novela de misterio CLIFF DIVER (SALTADOR DE ACANTILADO) que estará a la venta en Kindle y en papel a partir del 30 de Enero. El siguiente libro en la serie es HAT DANCE (EL BAILE DEL SOMBRERO), y su lanzamiento está previsto para el verano del 2013.

Aquí está lo que la serie de Emilia Cruz tiene preparado, no sólo para los fans de kindleboard.com sino para todos los amantes del misterio.

La protagonista

La serie es tan cruda y llena de acción como los titulares que nos llegan de México hoy pero también como le país, Emilia Cruz es a la vez dura de pelar y tierna. Una nativa de Acapulco que tuvo que crecer demasiado deprisa, ha sido policía por casi 12 años y detective por dos, una mujer en un equipo que no la quería y aún siguen intentando romperla. Pero Emilia no tiene miedo de defenderse y conseguir lo que se merece. Es una mentirosa convincente, pensadora rápida, investigadora determinada y una dura experta en kickboxing.

Y se siente sola.

Personajes secundarios interesantes

Emilia no sabe cómo manejar al gringo Kurt Rucker, el gerente de un hotel de lujo en Acapulco. Un ex-soldado, tiene la confianza y el liderazgo que ella admira. Un triatleta, se mantiene sereno en situaciones de alta tensión y sabe lo que quiere. Pero ¿está preparada Emilia para una relación?

El primer caso importante de Emilia atraerá la atención de Víctor Obregón Sosa, le Jefe del Sindicato de Policía del Estado de Guerrero, y la ambiciosa alcaldesa de Acapulco Carlota Mendoza Pérez. Cada uno tiene una peligrosa agenda personal y el poder de ayudar o herir a Emilia.

Como estímulo añadido a la lista de personajes, hay una puerta giratoria en el equipo y un teniente diferente estará a cargo en cada libro.

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Está el Acapulco que conocen los turistas, la extensión de la más hermosa bahía del mundo, la majestad del Pacífico azul claro, noches a luz de vela en la playa, y rascacielos de lujo. También está el Acapulco que es un premio por el que luchan los carteles de drogas- la ciudad que es hogar de prostitutas y ladrones, las calles donde la vida es barata y la pobreza es tan dominante como la brisa marina. Estas dos versiones de Acapulco figurarán en los libros, cada una desgarrando a la otra y obligando a Emilia a sobrevivir entre las dos. Ninguna investigación será fácil, ningún crimen será simple.

La salsa especial

Una serie de misterio a menudo tiene un algo extra si hay un hilo conductor que sólo se resuelve en el último libro y la serie de Emilia Cruz no es una excepción. A lo largo de la serie, Emilia mantiene una lista de las mujeres que han desaparecido en Acapulco y siempre está intentando averiguar qué les ha pasado. Son las perdidas y veremos qué éxito tiene.

¡Disfruten el siguiente fragmento y les veremos en Acapulco!

El saltador se estiró completamente y se impelió. Su espalda se arqueó y sus brazos se abrieron y parecía un crucifijo mientras volaba sobre las rocas. Sus brazos se levantaron por encima de su cabeza y sus manos se unieron justo antes de impactar con el agua. La espuma del salpicón se disparó hacia el cielo y él desapareció en las profundidades mientras la muchedumbre en la plaza se exclamaba y aplaudía.

El saltador apareció fuera del agua más allá de las rocas y la muchedumbre aplaudió de nuevo. Pasaron varios minutos antes de que el siguiente saltador subiera la minúscula plataforma en la cima del acantilado. Era mayor con un bañador negro y un torso pesado, y parecía menos atlético que el primer saltador. Cuando le giró de espaldas al océano la muchedumbre murmuró excitada.

“Tiene valor,” dijo Kurt. El dorso de su mano rozó contra la suya.

El saltador se lanzó hacia atrás de la superficie del acantilado y se giró en el aire. Al rotar su cuerpo cerca del acantilado la gente dio un grito de asombro, pero entró limpiamente en el océano, el agua explotando a su alrededor. El aplauso fue enorme.

Mientras se ponía el sol, contemplaron a los otros hombres escalando laboriosamente el acantilado para alcanzar la pequeña plataforma natural, estirarse y flexibilizar sus músculos, y lanzarse sin tocar las rocas al lugar perfecto en el océano al fondo.

“Esa soy yo,” dijo Emilia cuando el saltador más joven en un bañador rojo se preparó de nuevo en la plataforma. El sol poniente estaba teñido de sangre detrás de él confundiéndose con su bañador haciéndolo parecer desnudo y despellejado.

“¿Qué quieres decir?” le preguntó Kurt. Su mano se giró y un dedo acarició el pulgar y el índice de Emilia.

“Esa soy yo.” La mano de Emilia se giró por si sola y jugó gentilmente con la de Kurt. Él la estaba mirando a ella, no a los saltadores del acantilado y Emilia se oyó balbucear nerviosamente “Lanzándome de un acantilado, sin estar preparada. Sin saber si me voy a golpear contra las rocas y hacerme añico o no.”

Emilia miró como el joven saltador mecía sus brazos y volvía la cabeza de un lado al otro y se preguntó si lo estaba haciendo por la muchedumbre o era una forma de aliviar el miedo. Encogió los hombros hacia adelante, y luego los echó hacia atrás. Dobló las rodillas y los músculos de sus muslos se contrajeron y entonces se propulsó en el aire. Por un momento su silueta se marcó a contraluz de la espectacular puesta de sol y entonces se encogió en una voltereta. La gente ahogó un grito cuando su cuerpo rotó y su cabello pareció besar la superficie del acantilado. Entonces se estiró, esforzándose en cubrir la distancia, y completó una curva perfecta que le propulsó dentro del agua como a una flecha disparada con un arco y Emilia sintió el esfuerzo y el dolor y el asalto del agua fría.

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Y antes de dejarles un par de cosas.

Primero recordarles la fantástica entrevista que me ha hecho Eduardo Perellón, por si no la han leído todavía. Y no se olviden de echarle un vistazo a sus otras entrevistas y sus obras mientras le visitan.

Aquí les dejo el enlace:

http://eduardoperellon.blogspot.com.es/2013/01/olga-nunez-miret.html

¡Muchísimas gracias Eduardo! ¡Eres muy grande!

La semana que viene les puedo dar la gran noticia de que descansarán de mí ya que tendré dos invitados. A los dos los he conocido a través de Twitter y ahora los considero amigos. Uno es un escritor de ciencia ficción muy especial y se me siguen en Twitter le habrán visto por ahí ya que nos reímos mucho con nuestra otra amiga Olivia.  Jon nos viene a visitar el viernes. El martes, si la technología me acompaña (y es mucho “si”) les traeré algo muy diferente a lo que están acostumbrados. No les doy todos los detalles, por si acaso, pero…hay música de por medio.

Y por supuesto, no les puedo dejar sin recordarles mi libro en español (también disponible en inglés) El hombre que nunca existió.

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http://www.amazon.com/dp/B009TWEGC8

http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B009TWEGC8

http://www.amazon.co.es/dp/B009TWEGC8

Gracias por su seguimiento y sigan leyendo!

I’m bringing you as today’s guest author another writer I met through Twitter, who has been kind enough to agree to talk to us not only about her current novels and the coming ones in the Emilia  Cruz series, but also provides an insight into readers’ interests when looking at mystery novels. What are the most important elements of a mystery novel? Carmen decided to ask her readers. I leave you with Carmen Amato.

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I recently asked readers on kindleboards.com which elements they found most important to a good mystery novel. Their choices were:

A. Flawed and complex characters (i.e John Rebus, Harry Hole)

B. Twisted plots that take precedence over character development

C. An unusual setting (i.e the Arkady Renko series set in Russia)

D.  Sense of humor (i.e. the Stephanie plum books)

E. Authentic forensic information (i.e. books by Patricia Cornwell)

The digital discussion was lively. The overwhelming majority of respondents voted for A and B. Readers want to see intriguing characters and plots that leave them wondering what will come next. Many felt that the two went together rather than having one predominate.

As a mystery writer I couldn’t agree more. Those two central concepts drive my mystery series featuring Emilia Cruz, the first and only female detective on the Acapulco police force. Drawing on my own experiences living in Mexico and Central America, the series takes on Mexico’s drug war and official corruption against the backdrop of the country’s rich cultural heritage.

The series launched last August with the Kindle exclusive novella MADE IN ACAPULCO and continues with the full-length mystery novel CLIFF DIVER which will be released to Kindle and in print on 30 January. The next book in the series is HAT DANCE, scheduled for release in summer 2013.

Here’s what the Emilia Cruz series has in store not only for kindleboard.com fans but for all mystery lovers:

The Main Character

The series is as raw and action-filled as the headlines coming out of Mexico today but just like the country, Emilia Cruz is both resilient and warm-hearted. An Acapulco native who had to grow up too fast, she’s been a cop for nearly 12 years and a detective for two; a woman in a squadroom that didn’t want her and is still seeking to break her. But Emilia isn’t afraid to defend herself and get what she’s rightfully earned. She’s a good liar, a fast thinker, a determined investigator and a mean kickboxer.

And she’s lonely.

Interesting Secondary Characters

Emilia doesn’t know how to handle gringo Kurt Rucker, the manager of a luxury hotel in Acapulco. A former soldier, he has the confidence and leadership qualities she admires. A triathlete, he’s calm under pressure and knows what he wants. But is Emilia ready for a relationship?

Her first high profile case will bring Emilia to the attention of Victor Obregon Sosa, the head of the police union for the state of Guerrero, and Acapulco’s ambitious mayor Carlota Mendoza Perez. Each has a dangerous personal agenda and the power to both help or hurt Emilia.

As an added fillip to the character line-up, there’s a revolving door in the detective squadroom and a different lieutenant will be in charge in each book.

Twisted Plots

There’s the Acapulco that tourists know; the sweep of the most beautiful bay in the world, the majesty of the clear blue Pacific, candlelit nights on the beach, and luxury hi-rises. There’s also the Acapulco that is a prize to be fought over by drug cartels–the city that is home to hookers and thieves, the streets where life is cheap and poverty is as pervasive as the wind off the ocean. Both of these versions of Acapulco will feature in the books, each clawing at the other and forcing Emilia to survive between them. No investigation will be easy, no crime will be simple.

The Special Sauce

A mystery series often has an extra bite if there is a continuing thread resolved only in the last book and the Emilia Cruz series is no exception. Throughout the series, Emilia keeps a log of women who have gone missing in Acapulco and she is always trying to find out what happened to them. They are las perdidas—the lost—and we’ll see how successful she can be.

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Enjoy the following excerpt and we’ll see you in Acapulco!

 

The diver stretched to his full extension then pushed off. His back arched and his arms went wide and he looked like a crucifix as he sailed over the rocks. His arms rose over his head and his hands came together right before he impacted with the water. A spume of froth shot skywards and he disappeared into the depths as the crowd on the plaza gasped and applauded.

The diver popped out of the water beyond the rocks and the crowd applauded again. It took a few minutes before the next diver climbed onto the tiny platform on the cliff face. He was older, with a black suit and a heavy torso, and a less athletic look than the first diver. When he carefully turned his back to the ocean the crowd murmured excitedly.

“He’s got guts,” Kurt said. The back of his hand brushed against hers.

The diver launched backwards off the cliff face and twisted in the air. As his body rotated close to the cliff the crowd gasped, but he made a clean entry into the ocean, the water rippling out around him. The applause was wild.

As the sun set, they watched the other men laboriously climb up the cliff face to the small natural platform, stretch and limber their muscles, and dive past the rocks to the perfect spot in the ocean far below.

“That’s me,” Emilia said as the youngest diver in the red suit stood poised on the platform again. The sinking sun was blood-streaked behind him, blotting out his swimsuit so that he looked naked and raw.

“What do you mean?” Kurt asked. His hand turned and a finger stroked the inside of Emilia’s thumb and forefinger.

“That’s me.” Emilia’s hand turned of its own accord and gently played with Kurt’s. He was looking at her, not at the cliff divers, and Emilia heard herself babble nervously. “Going off a cliff, not ready for it. Not knowing if I’m going to hit the rocks and be smashed to pieces or not.”

Emilia watched as the young diver swung his arms and rolled his neck and she wondered if he was doing it for the crowd’s benefit or if it was a release for his fear. He hunched his shoulders forward, then pulled them back. His knees bent and his thigh muscles rippled and then he launched himself into the air. For a moment he was silhouetted against the spectacular sunset and then he curled himself into a somersault. The crowd gasped in unison as his body rotated and his hair seemed to kiss the cliff face. Then he stretched out, straining for distance, and completed a soaring arc that plunged him into the water like an arrow shot from a bow and Emilia felt the strain and the pain and the rush of cold water.

Thank you very much for reading and thanks to Carmen for the mouthwatering excerpt from her novel and also for her insights into her creative methods.

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I have two announcements. You’ll be pleased to hear that I have two guests in my blog next week. My Friday guest is an author and dear Twitter friend and we’ve plenty of laughs in the last few months. I had to bring him here. My guest Tuesday is an artist whom I also met through Twitter, but he does not write books…Hopefully if technology doesn’t fail me this would be quite a different post to my usual ones as it will involve….music!

Before I forget…You must recall my post about blog of the Year 2012. Lovely Jenna Brooks has returned the favour and given me another star. Now, I’m not promising you it will be here because as I was telling you technology isn’t my strong point. But just in case I don’t manage…now I have 2 stars!

 

And of course I had to leave you with a reminder of my offerings.

‘The Man Who Never Was’

Mancover(EnAmaz)

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B009TWRT22

And don’t forget my new series of novellas, Escaping Psychiatry about a psychiatrist and writer and her adventures.

‘Cannon Fodder’ (Escaping Psychiatry part 1)

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http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00AKWO8Z6

‘Teamwork’ (Escaping Psychiatry part 2)

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http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00AKWSQJA

And ‘Memory’ (Escaping Psychiatry Part 3)

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http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00AKWVRCS

Thank you for reading!

Hoy un post muy breve. Sólo decirles que acabó la promoción conjunta que organizamos Mary Meddlemore y yo. Considerando que somos unas doñas nadie y que no nos conocen ni los vecinos (bueno, un poco sí), no nos podemos quejar.

Esperamos que todos los que han descargado nuestros libros los disfruten. Y que los que no…los compren en el futuro, que de verdad, son muy económicos.

¿Y ahora qué?

Pues seguir escribiendo, y haciendo promoción (lo siento, es así la vida)…Yo he presentado mi novela para adolescentes para ‘Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award’. Vamos, un concurso que organiza Amazon para ofrecer un contrato de publicación a la novela (novelas ya que este año hay varias categorías) que lo gane. Y a las finalistas. No tengo esperanzas de ganar, pero es gratis, e incluso si no llegas al final hay posibilidades de obtener reseña y críticas  profesionales…En fin, si conocen a autores a los que les interese…No se preocupen. Si como supongo no gana, la publicaré de todas formas. Nada, ¡que no se libran de ella! (Si no cambio de idea es una novela de una serie que se llamará Asuntos Angélicos. Y la novela Alerta Pink).

Tengo una novela corta casi lista para publicar, también para público adolescente, y al ver la buena recepción de la promoción en lengua española he decidido traducirla al castellano y publicar las dos versiones a la vez…así que probablemente tardaré unas semanas…

He conocido a un grupo de autores independientes (a algunos lo de ‘indie’ no les convence mucho) a través de Manuela Herrero Palomar (ya recordarán el post) y  me han ayudado mucho con la promoción. Espero traerlos de invitados poco a poco. Eduardo Perellón se me adelantó y ha publicado esta entrevista con una servidora. Les dejo el enlace porque me hizo mucha ilusión y espero que a ustedes también les guste. Y no se olviden de leer sus otros posts y de echarle un vistazo a su novela. ¡No se arrepentirán!

http://eduardoperellon.blogspot.com.es/2013/01/olga-nunez-miret.html

¡Muchísimas gracias Eduardo! ¡Eres muy grande!

Y antes de que me olvide, el viernes les traigo una autora invitada. Para amantes de las novelas de misterio: ¡Carmen Amato!

 

Blog of the Year 2012’ Award
Jodie Pierce who is not only a talented fiction writer but also delights readers with her blogs and has been author guest in mine has been kind enough to honour me with the nomination for the Blog of the Year 2012 Award.
Before I tell you anything else about the award, I just want to give you details of Jodie’s webpage (where you can find more about her novels on the Vampire Queen series) and also her blogs, where she talks not only about her own work but also offers much needed exposure to fellow authors.
Here are the links:
http://www.thevampirequeen.webs.com/
http://www.jodiepierceauthor.blogspot.com
http://www.thevampirequeen1.blogspot.com/
http://www.vampiricallyrical.blogspot.com

And now, for more information about the Award.

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Do you know a blog that deserves an award?
Do you have special blogs that you love to read?
Which blogs do you bookmark and follow?
Would you like to give them an award this year?
Then the ‘Blog of the Year 2012’ Award is for you!

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The ‘rules’ for this award are simple:
1 Select the blog(s) you think deserve the ‘Blog of the Year 2012’ Award
2 Write a blog post and tell us about the blog(s) you have chosen – there’s no minimum or maximum number of blogs required – and ‘present’ them with their award.
3 Please include a link back to this page ‘Blog of the Year 2012’ Award – http://thethoughtpalette.co.uk/our-awards/blog-of-the-year-2012-award/ and include these ‘rules’ in your post (please don’t alter the rules or the badges!)
4 Let the blog(s) you have chosen know that you have given them this award and share the ‘rules’ with them
5 You can now also join our Facebook group – click ‘like’ on this page ‘Blog of the Year 2012’ Award Facebook group and then you can share your blog with an even wider audience
6 As a winner of the award – please add a link back to the blog that presented you with the award – and then proudly display the award on your blog and sidebar … and start collecting stars…

Stars

Yes – that’s right – there are stars to collect!
Unlike other awards which you can only add to your blog once – this award is different!
When you begin you will receive the ‘1 star’ award – and every time you are given the award by another blog – you can add another star!
There are a total of 6 stars to collect.
Which means that you can check out your favourite blogs – and even if they have already been given the award by someone else – you can still bestow it on them again and help them to reach the maximum 6 stars!

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Of course, with all this in mind, I wish to nominate Jodie for the award, not only for her original work but for assisting other writers in getting to be better known. She’s always generous with her time and happy to share her experiences.
Jodie, have a star on me!
http://www.thevampirequeen.webs.com/

My other two nominations are two women who are not only great writers but are also dedicated to bring attention and spread the word on two very worthy (and unfortunately still in this day and age sometimes ignored) causes.
I met both women through a group of writers we belong to, and have since been impressed with how hard they work and how much of themselves they give to help others.
Jenna Brooks is a writer (October Snow) counsellor and a staunch defender of the rights of women, particularly women who have been subject to domestic violence and abuse. I have participated in some of the discussions she has lead in a variety of forums (including Goodreads discussion groups) and although familiar with some aspects of the topic, have always been enlightened by the discussions and they have made me stop and think. If you are not familiar with her work, this is your opportunity.
Jenna, I’m really pleased to nominate your blog for blog of the year 2012.
http://jennabrooks.weebly.com/blogthe-scw-speaks.html

Amanda Green is another author (My Alien Self) I’ve been reading about and come across at our group of authors (it’s no secret; I mentioned them last week already, ASMSG). I would say she is one of the quieter members but passionate about her writing, particularly because of what it means to her and to so many others. Amanda has written about her experience in overcoming mental illness and talks with great insight and authority on issues such as stigma, labelling, and the impact such illnesses have on the lives not only of those suffering them but also on those around them. Like Jenna she often offers free promotions of her book to ensure that it reaches a wide audience and it can touch as many people as possible.
Amanda, you truly deserve this nomination to blog of the year 2012.
http://amandagreenauthor.co.uk

Follow the rules, collect the stars…and remember…You’re the real stars!
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And to honour these women, I won’t even bother to remind you about my books. Just tell you the free promotion with Mary Meddlemore is now over. I hope you’ve had a chance to get the books you were interested in. Thanks for your help promoting and spreading the word.
As usual on Friday I have a guest author. For all lovers of mystery novels I bring you…Carmen Amato!

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