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Wednesday, June 29, 2016

How Do You Like Your Romance?

I have to admit I like age appropriate love. I mean adult to adult or adolescence with adolescence. Some might say Jane Eyre and Mister Rochester were inappropriate because she was eighteen and he was already over forty- if my memory serves me. Anyway, I always felt they were both adults so I went with it and loved it. I've watched just about every version of the movie. Such a wonderful love story with tragedy thrown in.
Anyway, I wanted to write a modern, beautifully, tragic May-December romance that is sensual and sexy and full of honest emotion.
I think I accomplished that with  my novelette Just To See Him Again.  I fell in love, laughed and cried along with this magical couple. I hope my readers feel the same. I mean, I loved this story!

Friday, November 20, 2015

Just Do It The Best Way You Can

I'm going to go ahead and toot my own horn here. 
In three years, I've written, formatted, and published ten full length novels along with six shorter features I call my shorties. In order to save money, I learned to design my own book covers and create my own book trailers to go with them. Though not sophisticated, my biggest personal triumph is managing to put up a decent looking website. 
Why am I so proud of myself over stuff people do everyday? 
Well, for one thing, I'm at a  certain age where the digital era has left a few of us behind. For the sake of fulfilling the one dream I had since seventh grade, I've learned to adapt and catch up. I put aside my fears and self doubt and jumped into the playing field. A second thing is, I want to inspire other artists(not just writers) to seriously take up their crafts and let their talents shine on their own merit. Not what a reviewer has rated her work, or what an agent said was the reason he can't sell her. An artist, even a poor one, doesn't need someone else like a publisher or producer to validate her worth. The public will decide if a product is worth buying. Most of us don't need to be told what to like, contrary to what the industry seems to believe.
If one has a story to tell, a song to vocalize, a painting to display, or anything her mind, spirit, and hands have crafted- show it and share it. Publish and/or produce yourself. Believe in yourself even when family and friends forsake you. Come out strong when peers and associates try to scorn or ridicule your talent and commitment. Toot your own horn when it seems like no one else will. After a while other people will believe in you too. 
The last three years have been full of ups and downs, but the one thing which inspires me to continue working are my constant readers. Though not a big community, they have proven to me my time and effort spent on my writing is worth it. I have readers who appreciate what I do and actually have taken the time to contact me to relate  how much they like my style or my stories. 
And that ladies and gentlemen is what has made my writing and publishing  endeavors worth the aggravation that came with choosing to put myself out there with millions of others who are hoping like hell their product will catch on with the public. Though my sells are usually modest, this writing thing is well worth it and it has indeed been a dream come true. 
Never give up on yourself. Your success is what you want it to be, not the ideal of someone else who probably isn't rooting for you anyway. 
Just do it the best way you can and be proud of yourself.

Friday, May 29, 2015

What's Wrong With A Vampire Doing It With A Werewolf?


“Please,” he whispered, holding her waist in his shivering hands. “Take me, Monique.” She put her fangs in his neck hard, holding him around the shoulders. His fingers dug into her hips tearing her skin, his eyes rolled up and he started to tremble. She backed him into the corner of the shower. Pushing against the walls, he growled as she went deeper and began to suck his blood. He howled and grabbed at her body, squeezing her hard as a reaction inside him began to rage.  She pulled back to watch. The muscles in his body quivered, reshaping themselves as bone became like liquid and then gave his body support. It was brutal, and Monique loved it. 


I ask this question only because a reader e mailed me to say she would have enjoyed my novel Scarlett much better if the sex scene with Monique and James was left out. She said they weren't at all sexy, but disgusting to put it mildly. Okay. I asked her was it because James was fully transformed or if the writing was raunchy or just bad. She said she wasn't sure. Okay.
First, let me say, I am not offended or angry with this reader. She was honest and obviously felt the need to let me know how much the sex scene bugged her. I appreciate her feed back as much as anyone else. Second, I love hearing from readers so much that words can't express it. So don't ever think you can't share your reading experience with me(as long as you remember to be polite)!
 While I can't argue with what someone finds distasteful, I do think it was a great scene to express the special nature between these two characters. I have to say, I don't think sex between a fully transformed werewolf and a vampire, who is able to turn herself into a bat creature, exactly goes against the laws of nature. They are both shape shifters.  
If the problem was the writing, I admit my writing style is not gifted with the erotica- but I do what I can here and there to spice things up. Anyway, Monique and James are who and what they are, folks. Sorry if the way they like to get down bothers anyone. I hope you won't let something like that ruin your reading pleasure. Just skip the parts you don't like and keep on readin' baby!

      


Monday, April 20, 2015

Because The Rains Are Here...




"April Rain Song" by Langston Hughes

Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk
The rain makes running pools in the gutter
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night
And I love the rain


                                




 

An outstanding collection by my friend Cathy Jo for any season or reason. 
 http://www.amazon.com/Transitions-short-stories-rainy-day-ebook/dp/B0067DCZ20/
  












                                                 
The Rainwalkers by Denise Levertov
An old man whose black face
shines golden-brown as wet pebbles
under the streetlamp, is walking two mongrel dogs of dis-
proportionate size, in the rain,
in the relaxed early-evening avenue.

The small sleek one wants to stop,
docile to the imploring soul of the trashbasket,
but the young tall curly one
wants to walk on; the glistening sidewalkentices him to arcane happenings.

Increasing rain. The old bareheaded man
smiles and grumbles to himself.
The lights change: the avenue's
endless nave echoes notes of
liturgical red. He drifts

between his dogs' desires.
The three of them are enveloped -
turning now to go crosstown - in their
sense of each other, of pleasure,
of weather, of corners,
of leisurely tensions between them
and private silence.
                                               

Sunday, January 4, 2015

My Heart Always Always Knew Novella












I'm so excited about this novella. In three weeks it has outsold all my other titles combined! Wow. I thought I had another sleeper on my hands. Not that that is ever going to stop me from writing my daydreams down on paper. Even if this success is short lived, I don't care because having it and lost it is better than not having it at all! And success is a relative term. I'm not breaking any sells record except my own. But I'm one happy writer over here! 
I just put this trailer out for the novella last night. Check it out, let me know what you think.

http://www.amazon.com/Heart-Always-Knew-Sandra-Hall-ebook/dp/B00R23KU9O/ 




Thursday, December 18, 2014

How Magic Moons Was Born

Actually, I was writing Scarlett under the working title Oh Moon! Yeah, that's how I wrote it, with an exclamation point. I was thinking about a poem I read in my high school English Lit class. It was sappy of course, but I always liked the title for some reason. And except for the title, I don't recall anything else about the poem, not even the author. Anyway, I thought Oh Moon! would be a good title for my second paranormal novel, which sort of sprang forth from Fairlight. I was loving writing about kick ass witches then thought I should tone it down with another witchy creation. Anyway, while I was writing Oh Moon! I was thinking about another story and started on Fine Lines, an adult contemporary novel. My sister told me the two female leads had almost the same backgrounds with their husbands, and she was correct. No wonder the writing was so easy.
I stopped writing Oh Moon! as a novel and wrapped it up as a novelette. Which kind of became an outline(or something) for my paranormal novel, Scarlett and  the adult contemporary, Fine Lines. I re- named Oh Moon! to Magic Moons and hesitated to publish it, on account of I was afraid someone might read it and say, it was a hybrid of Scarlett and Fine Lines and claim I'm lazy or some other stuff that isn't true. When actually, Scarlett and Fine Lines were born from Oh Moon! which I re-named to Magic Moons. I am about to submit it to amazon tonight and by morning it will go live
So, if you should read Magic Moons and think it seems darn familiar, well, it's because it is- if you read Scarlett or Fine Lines. I hope you will and let me know what you think.



Thursday, September 4, 2014

Richard Wright




Richard Wright



Many moons ago, back in college(circa 1985) I attended a symposium in Oxford MS on this author. It was the first literary event of acclaim I was fortunate enough to become part of as a student.

 A personal friend of Mister Wright and celebrated author of Jubilee, Margaret Walker joined our small group of aspiring and hopeful writers. She was kind of grandmotherly and  during the lectures and dinner she sat with us and seemed to be having a good time. The next day she was on the panel and she was full of fire, refuting the misconceptions about the life and times of Richard Wright. "Because I was there," she said several times, sometimes softly and sadly. She got a standing ovation at the end. That's really all I remember well from her lecture- oh, and the the title of the new book she wrote: The Daemonic Genius of Richard Wright.

We also met Joyce Joyce and some guy with a salt and pepper beard. I don't remember his name, but Doctor Newsome, one of my instructors was really impressed. Believe it or not Joyce Joyce just came right up to us doing cocktail hour and introduced herself, shaking our hands individually. I was amazed to say the least. She was so pretty and gracious, even danced with a couple of the boys in our group. 

Anyway, that weekend was priceless. That weekend in Oxford, for the symposium on Richard Wright was the point in time, I knew I really wanted to be part of this fantastic world of literature.


From Biography.com 

Richard Wright
 

Richard Nathaniel Wright was born on September 4, 1908 near Natchez, Mississippi. The grandson of slaves and the son of a sharecropper, Wright was largely raised by his mother, a caring woman who became a single parent after her husband left the family when Wright was five years old.

Schooled in Jackson, Mississippi, Wright only managed to get a ninth grade education, but he was a voracious reader and showed early on he had a gift with words. When he was 16, a short story of his was published in a southern African-American newspaper.

After leaving school, Wright worked a series of odd jobs. In his free time he delved into American literature, going so far as to forge a note so he could secure a library card.

The more he read about the world, the more he longed to see it and make a permanent break from the Jim Crow South. "I want my life to count for something," he told a friend.

n 1927, Wright finally left the South and moved to Chicago, where he worked at a post office and also swept streets. But like so many Americans struggling through the Depression, bouts of poverty settled into his life. Wright's frustration with American capitalism led him to join the Communist Party in 1932.

When he could, Wright continued to plow through books and write. He eventually joined the Federal Writers’ Project, and in 1937, with dreams of making it as a writer, he moved to New York City, where he was told he stood a better chance of getting published.

A year later, Wright published Uncle Tom's Children, a collection of four stories. The book proved to be a significant turning point in his career. The stories earned him a $500 prize from Story magazine and led to a 1939 Guggenheim Fellowship.

More acclaim followed in 1940 with the publication of the novel Native Son, which told the story of 20-year-old African-American male Bigger Thomas. The book brought Wright fame and freedom to write. It was a regular atop the bestseller lists and became the first book by an African-American writer to be selected by the Book-of-the-Month Club. A stage version (by Wright and Paul Green) followed in 1941, and Wright himself later played the title role in a film version made in Argentina.

In 1945,Wright published Black Boy, which offered a moving account of his childhood and youth in the South. It also depicts extreme poverty and his accounts of racial violence against blacks. The book greatly advanced Wright's reputation, but after living mainly in Mexico (1940–6), he had become so disillusioned with both the Communist Party and white America that he went off to Paris, where he lived the rest of his life as an expatriate.

He continued to write novels, including The Outsider (1953) and The Long Dream (1958), and nonfiction, such as Black Power (1954) and White Man, Listen! (1957), and was regarded by many writers as an inspiration. His naturalistic fiction no longer has the standing it once enjoyed, but his life and

A year later, Wright published Uncle Tom's Children, a collection of four stories. The book proved to be a significant turning point in his career. The stories earned him a $500 prize from Story magazine and led to a 1939 Guggenheim Fellowship.

More acclaim followed in 1940 with the publication of the novel Native Son, which told the story of 20-year-old African-American male Bigger Thomas. The book brought Wright fame and freedom to write. It was a regular atop the bestseller lists and became the first book by an African-American writer to be selected by the Book-of-the-Month Club. A stage version (by Wright and Paul Green) followed in 1941, and Wright himself later played the title role in a film version made in Argentina.

In 1945,Wright published Black Boy, which offered a moving account of his childhood and youth in the South. It also depicts extreme poverty and his accounts of racial violence against blacks. The book greatly advanced Wright's reputation, but after living mainly in Mexico (1940–6), he had become so disillusioned with both the Communist Party and white America that he went off to Paris, where he lived the rest of his life as an expatriate.


Wright died of a heart attack on November 28, 1960 in Paris, France.