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GIVE ME BACK MY BOOK!

When Characters Take Over
by
Janine McCaw
Genre-Paranormal/Supernatural/Fantasy
               
If you write fiction, then this has probably happened to you. You’ve carefully plotted your chapters so you’ve got a clear idea of where you’re headed in this journey you’ve mapped out for yourself. You know that your antagonist is scheduled to meet his maker around two-thirds of the way into your story; his own conflict being resolved with three words—Monroe was dead. 

Then you pause. You wonder if you’ve done the right thing, unaware that what Monroe really was, was clever. About a third of the way into your story he began to seduce you. Sure he had shown you his bad side, but every once in a while he began to throw in some charm. He’s so charming in fact, that by the halfway point in your book, you’re starting to think that maybe Monroe doesn’t die. Maybe your protagonist gives him an epiphany so empowering that evil no longer lurks in good old Monroe.

It’s the curse of writing good characters. They come alive. They dance around in your brain like multiple personalities and prey on you like your kids. They start to talk back. You try not to listen to those voices in your head, but they just won’t shut-up. They take you to the left when you really want to go right.

Remind yourself about the book you initially set out to write. Go back to those initial notes and swear on Monroe’s grave that you’re going to take him down on page 175. Maybe he doesn’t go down in a hail of bullets, maybe he goes down in just one, but down he goes—Monroe is dead.

P.S. Here’s a tip I’ve learned from experience. Save the day of Monroe’s demise for when you’ve had a really bad day at work. That’s right. That scene will be so much easier to write when Monroe begins to sound like the person or situation that has driven you to the point where chocolate offers no comfort. It also saves you a trip to the therapist.


“The Gilmore Girls meet Buffy the Vampire Slayer”


Fifteen year old Goth-chic Ellie has a lot of explaining to do. She’s just moved to the small town of Troy, fought with her uptight mother Helen, met the boy of her dreams and found a dead body on her sexy “new-age” grandmother Helena’s porch. All on the first night!

But Ellie’s not alone. Helen is hiding something. Helen knows all about the kind of eerie dreams her daughter is having — the dreams that show the whereabouts of the missing children of Troy — because she’s had them herself. But she’ll never admit it. Not while Ellie’s sex-crazed friend Ryan is safely behind bars for the murders. Helen knows what it’s like to be attracted to dangerous men.

Then there’s the little matter between Helena and Gaspar Bonvillaine, the teenaged vampire who is learning to feed on young prey. Now that he’s caught Ellie, he doesn’t know whether he wants to kill her or turn her to the dark side and keep her forever. Helena should have finished him off when she had the chance.

To survive the vampire feeding frenzy surrounding them, mom Helen needs to come to terms with her own insecurities and deal with the gifts she has. Helena must learn to ground herself for the good of mankind and more importantly her own family. And Ellie has the toughest choice of all. Ellie must decide whether its time to let her own childhood go and become the woman she is destined to be, one of the ageless and timeless “Helens of Troy”.


HELENS-OF-TROY is the second novel completed by Janine
McCaw.  For the Vancouver-based novelist
it is the continuation of a dream, and the fruit of years of working in a
different creative realm.
McCaw’s deep
understanding of compelling plots, widely appealing characters, natural
dialogue and strong story arcs comes directly out of her early career in the
film and television industry. McCaw’s skills as an observer started early when
her family uprooted from the City to small town Ontario – and she became the
classic fish out of water.  Writing down
her thoughts became an outlet as she scribbled her way through childhood, while
she also developed her observational skills and visual eye with photography.  A die-hard hockey fan, McCaw studied
Cinematography at Humber College, and was headed for a career as a cameraperson
covering professional sports when she landed an internship in a broadcasting
services company. 
McCaw excelled
in the television distribution arena. 
She joined Thomas Howe & Associates and moved with that company to
Vancouver, where she distinguished herself with her talent for identifying the
right product for the right market, and her people-skills in negotiating
contracts. After furthering her professional development with several
high-profile Canadian entertainment companies, she parlayed her reputation as a
leading Cable Programming specialist into her own boutique firm.  Formed with a partner, Dark Horse Ent.
specialized in finding, and selling, niche Canadian television series –
entertainment, information and variety – around the Globe.  McCaw also acted as an independent executive
producer on award-winning television Classic Car series,  CHROME DREAMS, and as a distributor for
series including ENTRÉE TO ASIA, and AT HOME WITH HERBS.
In high demand
as an insightful, humorous and engaging guest speaker, juror and analyst for
festivals and trade forums around the country, McCaw also spent large amounts
of time traveling abroad to television markets. 
Writing relieved the stress of constantly being on the road.  Increasingly, she turned her main hobby into
outlines for novels, and finished fleshing out the characters, plot and
dialogue for OLIVIA’S MINE, a fictional account of a young bride’s struggle to
make a life for herself against the backdrop of the disasters that hit
Britannia Beach, British Columbia in the early 1900s.  The book was released in 2006 and continues
to be sold at the British Columbia Museum of Mining.
HELENS-OF-TROY
was released early in 2012.  McCaw is
also currently developing eight other stories for novel form.  All set on the Pacific North West and in
Canada’s North, they include the murder mystery A LITTLE FIRST DEGREE,  a feel-good trilogy THE INN AT HAZY WATERS
(Northern Exposure meets Fantasy Island), and PUMPER an action romance that has
already garnered interest as the basis for a feature film.
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Twitter: @mc_janine
Excerpts:
 “I don’t envy
him,” Helen said to Helena as she tightened a fuchsia-hued scarf around her
neck. It clashed with her coat, but it was the only one she could find while
scrounging through Helena’s hall closet. “Having to tell a parent you can’t
find their child,” she continued, “that would be a horrible thing to have to
do.” She thought about all the times Ellie had threatened to run away when she
was younger.

 “It makes finding the odd body on a
porch swing seem like a walk in the park, doesn’t it?” Helena said
sarcastically. “I’m sure our bad days don’t even compare to theirs. I have to
clean up snot all the time when I’m teaching someone how to use a neti pot.
They scrape brains off of windshields after a head on collision. Neither are
pleasant, but really…”

 “Okay. Don’t get so defensive. Or
descriptive. I take back what I said about the police and the cereal box,”
Helen said. “Neti pot?”

 “Think nose bidet. And thank you. But it
doesn’t get you off the hook. You still need to tell Ellie about Willie.”

 “Who’s that plump, curly-haired woman
who’s glaring at us?” Helen asked, in an attempt to distract her mother. “I’m
not getting a love vibe from her.”

“You mean the one dressed in the neon pink tracksuit?”

 “Yes.
She’s got to be cold in that outfit. Not to mention embarrassed. Never wear
neon after Labor Day. Or ever, really.”

“That’s Betty Lachey, Ryan and Stan’s mom and our illustrious neighbor. With
any luck she’ll be hibernating soon and we won’t see her until spring.”

 “That’s not very nice.”
“Nor is she,” Helena laughed. “She hates us.”

 “Us? How can she hate me? She doesn’t
even know me.”

“Hate by association,” Helena said, forcing a smile and giving her neighbor a
wave. “There’s a small town attitude in Troy, I’m afraid. You’ll get used to
it. I did.”

“Is there a Mr. Lachey?” Helen asked, nodding politely to the woman.

 “That subject is strictly verboten if
you happen to want to keep the peace. Betty got sick of him constantly hanging
around the house and told him to get a hobby. Well he did. A five-foot-six
Texan named Traci. She was a brassy woman with guns from the double D ranch, if
you get my drift. He ran off with her two summers ago.”

“Well, that explains why she hates you.”

 Helena looked at her daughter. “For the
record, I never even looked at her husband.”

 “
Hate by association,” Helen answered.

*******

What are you wondering, Ellie?” he asked, as if
reading her mind. “Are you wondering whether it’s better for me to kill you now
or later?”

 “I was, yes.”

 “And what did you decide?”

 “I was thinking later would be good.”

 “Me too.”

“So, you’re going to let me go?” Ellie asked hopefully. “We can still be
friends. Maybe even go to a movie sometime.”

 “Go?” he laughed. “What ever gave you
that stupid idea? I’m still going to kill you. Someday. We’re just going to
take a little detour. I’m going to take you to hell and back, and then it’s off
to grandmother’s house we go.”

 He pulled a switchblade from his pocket.

 “What are
you doing?” she asked, terrified to hear the answer.
“You’re too perfect, Ellie.”

 “What’s that supposed to mean?”

 “They’d never believe it. The rest of
them. They’d never believe that girl like you would want a boy like me.”

“Then they’d be right.”

He grabbed her arm and pushed up her sleeve. The edge of the knife was cold as
he very lightly drew the blade across her wrist. No blood flowed, but it scared
the shit out of her, he could tell.
“There’s this thing that happens,” he began to explain, “when one of us wants
one of you. Forever. We make a nice little slice in an artery, like this vein
hidden so delicately under your skin. Then we suck the consciousness from you,
almost to the bitter end. But just before you take your last breath, we give
you back one.”

 He saw the the terror in her eyes.

 “Which means?” she asked, her voice
barely audible.

 “Which means I bring you back to life.
And then you are my slave.”

 He took the edge of the knife and gave
her skin a poke. Droplets of ruby red blood rose to the surface. He raised her
arm to his lips, his tongue darting to the blood in a slow, deliberate lick.

She felt a warm uneasiness run through her. The initial unpleasantness was
replaced by something she could only describe as anesthetic-like. She felt
euphoric. Her senses were going into hyperdrive.
She could see the miniscule pores on his skin. She could smell his
perspiration. She could hear his heartbeat. She found none of it unpleasant.

“Does that give you some idea, Ellie?” he asked. “Of how magical it could all
be?”


How scary do you find the publishing process?



Where’s Your Towel?
By Amber Scott

I’m sure you’ve been there before.
First day at school. First date. First…
Posting my first blog article. EEK!
Replying to a fan letter hoping I
say just the right-write?-thing. Nerve-rack-ing.
Preparing to promote another new
release. (Fierce Dawn, Soul Search) le Gulp.
It never fails, when I’m facing a new edge in my comfort zone, I feel like
I’ve just stepped out of the shower.
In public. And can’t find my towel.
Yep. Buck naked and sopping wet.
An old Adam Sandler skit comes to
mind. “Noooo! They’re all going to laugh at you!” a paranoid mom screams at her
children (read as: in my head).
Three Kindle bestsellers, eight
published books, eleven successful manuscripts, two screenplays, umpteen
articles and podcasts later, how can fear still
wriggle its way in? I don’t know.
Okay, okay. So, I do know why. It’s
how our brains work. I’ve read enough neuroscience books that I should know
this is simply a normal function and part of life. Doesn’t help! Fear will
never go away. But, luckily, thanks to a little magic, I’ve learned how to face
it.

Here’s how:
Laughter.
“Everybody farts!” said my 3 year old angel to her Uncle Matt after she let a toot loose on his lap.

“Grow a pair!” the accidental great advice my career coach and laugh partner, Ann Charles, once emailed me. (It was supposed to be a link for a hilarious YouTube video. I thought it must be her way of motivating for the latest roadblock.)
Belief. 
Aunt Tammy’s magic dryer. My son is
hooked on balloons and when we couldn’t take his onto the plane, my husband
went to the local chain restaurant location and put an identical version in our
dryer then gave my sister all the credit, saying she sent it to him.
“Big red balloon!” are three magic
words that open any closed security gate. I dare you to try it!
Support.
The HOT Club is the misnomer for
Amber Scott fans and our secret group on Facebook. The first members of the
Amber Scott Books HOT Club absolutely rock. Not only do they wear their flaming
heart emblem with pride, but they post things like “Don’t hate me because I’m
hot!” They show up when I write articles, they shout out my events on Twitter
and high-five me on Facebook.
Love.
With each new release, each new book
‘baby’, I fall in love. Right now, I’m crazy for Elijah Stokes, the winged
seeker from Fierce Dawn. I’m swept into this world where human blood is a drug
and vampires are the immortals addicted to it. I’m fascinated by human
changelings like Sadie Graves, evolving from human into immortal. *sigh* (Don’t
worry, Ashlon Sinclair still makes me swoon in Irish Moon and he isn’t the
least bit jealous.)

My family has learned to share me with my imagination, with characters so real they make me laugh out loud and cry. My children ask me if I’ve finished my chapter. My husband really means it when he asks how my writing went.

All these things and more, combined,
remind me that while I might feel naked and wet in public from time to time, in
fact, I’m wearing an oversized, plush towel that fans, friends and family will
always be ready to hand me.
To celebrate my next brave
adventure, Fierce Dawn, I’d LOVE to
give some eBooks away.
Please
tell me one thing that helps you face your fears and be sure to include your
email address. – Amber

New Release By Amber Scott – Fierce Dawn

Big Screen, Big Dreams…Right?
The title and credits roll in. Dark,
heartrending music plays and the sound of brush strokes mingles with the music.
We see little bits of a painting and paintbrush. Strokes in blue and black and
teal. Wings. A bare chest in shadows.
A pause. The camera pans back and we see
Sadie, frowning at the painting. She looks at her watch. Oh crap!
She’s going to be late. She rushes away and
the camera zooms in on
 the painting closer and closer on the man’s face until
is dissolves and the real Elijah takes up the lens view.
He and Holly, the tips of her hair glowing
like embers, are sitting in the campus library…arguing and waiting.
For Sadie.
This is how I see “Fierce Dawn” unfolding
on the big screen.
The
soundtrack:
For fight scenes: Prodigy- “Firestarter,” http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bh6eznhPcOo&feature=fvst
And Massive Attack- “Angel” http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hbe3CQamF8k
For dark moments: Florence and the Machine-
“Cosmic Love” http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2EIeUlvHAiM
Love scene: “Electric Feel” by MGMT http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MmZexg8sxyk
Sadie could be played by Anna Sophia Robb
or Kristen Bell. Elijah would be more difficult to cast, though.
Think dark hair, built, brooding. A lot
like the model on the cover.
Who
would you cast?

Kindle Best selling author of addictive Paranormal Romance

In between naptimes and dishes, Amber Scott escapes into her characters’ addictive lives. She often burns dinner, is hooked on chocolate and still believes in happily ever after. She makes her home in Arizona with her two cuddly kids, one talented husband and, someday, many, many cats.

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So, my good people, I hope you enjoyed Amber’s guest post. If you’d like to win an E version of Fierce Dawn tell us, in the comment box below, how you face your fears.