Loud Whispers

Warriors and Watchers

2012-01-17T08:22:00.001-06:00

Shadows lurk in every corner, swimming in the air like ghostly sharks, waiting, biding their time. The brave souls take surefooted steps, challenging the shadows and the message they bring. The timid squint into the darkness as the buzz in their head wars with the pounding of their heart, always under the perception of what they don't know can't really hurt them.

Which person are you? A warrior? A watcher? A combination of the two?

The Fork

2012-01-09T07:11:00.002-06:00

Which path do you choose? How is one to know? What if you choose the wrong one? Can you ever get back to this exact spot? Can you ever stand before this particular fork again, stare it in the eye and vow to get it right this time?

Leap of faith, right? Seek advice perhaps? Ultimately you can't hold anyone accountable but yourself, for your feet are attached to those legs that bend and stretch and propel you forward.

So here I am. Standing at the fork and tapping my foot to a beat only I can hear. I can't say for certain whether I enjoy the tune or not. Too much confusion has my core rooted, a bit afraid to take even one tiny step. I am afraid to miss something, miss an opportunity, miss THE opportunity. So here I am still, tapping my foot and sweating. I feel it trickling down my spine like a faucet with a perpetual leak.

I will move. I promise I will. I just need to take a bit more time to consider my options. A bit more time to chew my nails to the quick. I will move. I promise I will.

Time Flies

2011-12-31T21:36:00.002-06:00

Wow. I had no idea it had been so long since I last posted. Time simply flies by when life is busy. And my life has definitely become busy. I vowed to get revisions completely done on one of my tales by December 31st. Well. . . That would be today and I'm close but not quite there. Damn. I do hate being tardy. Matter of fact, I despise it and will definitely be posting about that topic soon. Now back on topic: I'll spend most of the day tomorrow banging out the end and sending it off to its promised destinations. I swear. I promise. I'll do it.

While I wait to hear back (crossing fingers the story will be as adored by others as it is by me!), I'll begin plotting a new novella. I've never attempted a novella but I like the challenge of getting just as much emotion, grit and action with fewer words. I'm lucky enough to be teaming up with two wonderful writers for an anthology. I have such high hopes for this as the premise is wickedly superb! More on this soon.

I read, I write and I still can't get enough of the book world. So I launched my digital art business this month and am thoroughly enjoying the process. If you know anyone at all who is in need of a book cover, website header, banner, or any other digital art service, please direct them to EJR Digital Art. I promise to take very good care of them! While you're at it, if you have Twitter accounts, please follow me and I'll do the same for you. My two accounts are @ellejrossi and @ejrdigitalart.

Happy New Year to each and every one of you. May 2012 be full of laughter, love, and most importantly, wicked imagination!

I'm A Stalker

2011-12-05T09:24:00.001-06:00

At least I can admit it. We all have our favorite authors, right? Those we'd love to meet? Those we'd love to sit with and badger with questions? Yeah, well, Heather Graham is mine. I'm in love with her and she actually kinda knows it. That's a tad embarrassing. I had the privilege of speaking with her on the phone once. Okay, whatever! She spoke and I bumbled like an idiot. I couldn't seem to form one coherent word. Again, embarrassing. She didn't laugh though I'm quite sure I may have in that same circumstance. I'm a laugher. It could very well be a disease. I laugh at the most inappropriate times. But that's a post better saved for another day.

Back to my stalking. I recently found out Barbara Vey will be hosting a reader appreciation day in April 2012. Details HERE. How lucky am I that this event is happening mere minutes from my city? How lucky am I that the keynote speaker is . . . Yep! You guessed it! Heather Graham!!!!! Oh, did I mention I sorta bought a ticket so I could sit at her table? I probably shouldn't mention that I almost bought all 7 tickets so I wouldn't have to share her. Oops. Was that out loud?

If you live in the area, check out the site. I'd love to have some fellow stalkers hang out with me!

So tell me, who would you stalk?

~Elle~

Free Book!

2011-12-01T08:33:00.001-06:00

Free Read!

Exciting news everyone! Starting today for one week only, JINXED, the first book in my sister's Friends and Lovers Collection is FREE via Kindle, Nook, and other e-formats. Please take advantage of this free offer and enjoy a story that still brings me much joy. Romantic Comedy with a twist of suspense and a cast of loving, colorful characters.

Click here for Kindle.

Click here for Nook.

I'd love it if you'd help Beth and I spread the word. remember--one week only! Happy reading!

Jumped Ship but Still Swimming Strong

2011-11-18T15:31:00.001-06:00

Woo! What. A. Month! So my NaNoWriMo started out well and quickly tanked. I went down faster than the Titanic. For real. Life felt the need to creep up on me and go nutso. But I have no complaints at all! I'm giving Cloaked in Light a needed major rewrite before I send it out again. This is taking quite some time, but in the end I know it's for the best. Love this book and the characters and I want to make sure I do them justice.

BIG NEWS!!!! I'm launching my digital art business and am looking to drum up some business. If you are in need of an e-book cover or perhaps a web banner, or know of anyone else who needs a digital artist, I'm your gal! I'm super excited to start this endeavor, so please check out my website: EJR Digital Art and "like" me on Facebook!

Thanks, all!

30 Day Challenge

2011-11-02T06:16:00.000-05:00

30 days, 50,000 words. Can it be done? Yes! Last year was the first year I competed in NaNo. I say compete because to me it is just that--a competition...with myself. The challenge requires focus, motivation, perseverance and a gut deep desire to conquer the world. Last year I exceeded the challenge and will never forget how on top of the world I felt at that time. The impossible had become possible.

This year I've decided to try my hand at a contemporary. Normally paranormal is my thing, but I'm feeling the need to change it up just a bit, if only for 30 days of my life. What I thought would be a lighthearted and fun contemporary took a sudden turn last night as I typed the last paragraph of chapter 1. Dead body? In chapter 1? Who knew? I'll either go with it or not. Perhaps I'm more of a romantic suspense kind of girl. That, on the other hand, doesn't surprise me at all. I've never been accused of being all sunshine and roses!

This story is tentatively titled DANCING WITH FIREFLIES. The mock cover I created is posted below.

I look at this cover and it really inspires me to write. Which I will. Diligently for the next 29 days at least. How about you? What challenges are you facing now? Feeling as though you need to conquer the world? If you need a cheerleader, I'm your gal. Just know my cheerleading skirt is black and I'm probably wearing boots instead of sneakers!

Stay Away From Apples

2011-10-31T11:55:00.002-05:00

In honor of Halloween and my new favorite TV show, Once Upon A Time, I'm passing along a warning to stay away from apples today. Trick or treat? Call me a cynic, but I'm guessing TRICK. Absolutely.

Fangless

2011-10-27T18:44:00.000-05:00

Let's play the what-if game! Think hard, be creative and don't hold back!

You ready?

WHAT IF a vampire had his or her fangs extracted?

Go!

A New Look

2011-10-24T07:43:00.001-05:00

I don't know about you, but I am forever changing things. Whether it's a fresh coat of paint on the walls or rearranging the furniture, little things can make all the difference. On Saturday a friend and I strolled around a small town full of charm and inspiration. I was so caught up in the atmosphere I immediately decided I had to move there and start my own business. Coffee shop/bookstore/vintage accessories/rustic home decor. I can already see the window displays. Ha! This probably won't happen, but it did set the tone for my next home decorating project. Mixing the rustic with the new and adding in a hint of Gothic for an eclectic look that will for sure warm my heart. Now I just need to convince the husband.

(An old wooden shutter wrapped in grapevine. I can see this acting as an interior window treatment)

(An old wooden farm ladder wrapped in grapevine and twinkling lights. Can't you picture that propped against a wall or hanging from the ceiling?)

So after my inspiring trip to smalltownville, I just had to give my website a fresh look. Small changes, big effect. There is nothing rustic about the design, but it has the edgy tone that reflects my writing style.

Let me know what you think: Elle J Rossi

What have you changed lately?

The Scenery Around Us

2011-10-12T07:18:00.002-05:00

As promised I am attempting to enjoy this season. The 70+ temps have definitely helped. I walked to the school to get the kids the other day and took advantage of the gorgeous weather and scenery by taking some photos. Other than having some sort of furry critter scurry over my flip-flop wearing feet, the walk proved to be uplifting. And when I screamed like a banshee when fur touched skin, noone came to my aid. Looks like I'm on my own when I brave nature! Side note: I am not typically so girlie. Must have been having a moment.

Enjoy your day and take the time to tilt your face up to the sun.

Great Song and Video

2011-10-03T09:40:00.001-05:00

For anyone who likes inspiring videos that may make you a bit teary. And for those who love their mothers!

Question of the Day

2011-10-02T07:32:00.001-05:00

Go with the flow or fight it and swim against the current?

Cover Art

2011-09-12T08:31:00.003-05:00

I absolutely love cover art. Good and bad. The bad is just bad and while taste is subjective, sometimes a cover is just B.A.D. I think we all can admit that.

I've been working on photo manipulation for a few months now and have a lot of respect for really good cover artists. My hope is to one day sit amongst that elite and talented crowd.

Today, I'd like to share a few of my favorite covers. Next year my taste may be totally different, but just now I do notice a common thread in my preferences. Can a girl help where her eye is drawn?

First up: Nalini Singh's ARCHANGEL'S CONSORT

Actually, I'm drawn to this cover for a number of reasons. First, I adore angels. The wings, the depth in the color of the feathers, are absolutely stunning. A strong female always catches my eye. I love bad ass heroines. I like the font selection as well. Not overdone, but just enough interest to stand out.

FALLING UNDER by Gwen Hayes

Absolutely one of my all time favorites. The color is stunning. I'm a huge fan of black and red. The contrast between the two really makes this cover pop. This beautiful girl is lying on a bed of black roses. The implications of that alone makes me want to open this book and read. The font is understated, instead allowing us to focus on the expression on the model's face. Fantastic cover!

Lauren Kate's FALLEN

While this heroine may not be the picture of strength, she is someone I feel I can relate to. Her profile is breathtaking. The lack of color in this cover, with its shades of grey, appeal to my darker side. A touch of the mysterious seems evident here.

THE GIRL IN THE STEEL CORSET by Kady Cross

Red, red, red, and lots of it. I want this dress! The word Steampunk doesn't even need to be on this cover. I get it in the background and even in the watch she holds in her hand. She appears strong, yet vulnerable. And once again, my focus is pulled to the expression on her face. I want to know more!

These are just a few of my favorites. Some I haven't even had the chance to read yet, but it's almost enough just to have these covers on my bookshelf.

What type of covers are you drawn to and why? Tell me one of your favorites.

Never Forget

2011-09-11T07:53:00.002-05:00

The Air is Changing

2011-09-03T09:08:00.000-05:00

It isn't just because the calendar now says September. Subtle changes are occuring each day. The air smells different; lighter, crisper. The edges of the leaves have begun to slightly curl as hints of yellow add dimension to the trees. There is pep in many a step as I take notice of the people around me. I think we all know what this means.

Autumn is just about here. To many this is the best of the seasons. In the past, it's been my least favorite. You see, I've never given autumn a chance because to me it's just the beginning of winter, and winter and I have never been friends.

This year I've decided to change my relationship with the crisp season. I plan to admire the colors, breathe deeply, and perhaps even get a little more pep in my step, though for the record, I do consider myself pretty darn peppy...in one of those dark and twisted peppy kind of ways.

I vow to utilize my camera to capture the beautiful scenery around me. I vow to step outside, mug of joe in hand, and take a close look at what the world has to offer. And, of course, I vow to find cool outfits to wear with my favoite boots!

I leave you with this beautiful photo I found online. Picture yourself there and tell me where this path leads...

Alyson Reuben and A Beautiful Cage

2011-08-29T07:51:00.001-05:00

AlysonReuben is here today talking about life and her new release. A BEAUTIFUL CAGE is available now and let me tell you, it is an absolute must read for anyoneand everyone. Alyson’s unique style blends the beautiful with the tragic,vividly giving the reader an emotional read with characters who linger longafter you’ve closed the book.

Withoutfurther ado, please welcome Alyson Reuben (and me)!

EJR: I always like to know about a writer's space. Can youdescribe where you work? What's on your desk? Scents? Colors? That sort ofthing...

AR: There is a fusion of antiquesand contemporary pieces in my home office. I work from a sleek, verymodern ‘L’ shaped glass desk. Handy baskets separate scrap paper, pencils,pens, watercolors, charcoal, and other art supplies. In one corner of the deskis a small stack of books — a Webster’s dictionary and thesaurus, Writer’sMarket, a Gregg’s Reference manual, and a baby name book (for characters andthe meaning of their names). On the wall to my right, hangs an acrylicstill-life of fruit. An antique (mid 19^thcentury) tapestry hangs on the wall above my computer. On the other side of theroom, a brocade fainting couch reminds me I have to take abreak sometimes, although, in reality, my husband uses it more than I do!Above it hangs an aged lithograph of Civil War-era southern belles gatheredaround a piano. It’s an eclectic, very beloved décor.

For fragrance, I light candles. Myabsolute favorite scent is spiced pear. Other scents depend on the particularstory I’m writing.

Last of all, there is always - Irepeat, always - a steaming cupof coffee perched on a miniature oriental rug coaster.

EJR: Sounds absolutely perfect. I look forward to lounging on thecouch and discussing characters with you! Do youneed silence while you work or can pure chaos happen around you?

AR: I can read a book in the middle of adeafening tornado. But when writing, I prefer silence, or near silence. Themain reason is because I can think more clearly, and the second is because,when I write historical/vintage stories, modern day noises like the TV, loudcar engines, and other contemporary sounds are out of place and distracting. Asfor writing where there are other people having conversations, forget it! I’mtoo prone to listen and even join in! My stories would never get finished!

EJR: Does music inspire you? What type?

AR: Yes! I love music! All kinds of music. Ilisten to a little of everything, from country to rock, and R&B toclassical music. I always pick a few songs that seem to fit the story I’mworking on and listen to them for inspiration.

EJR: Let’s take a moment to talk about your new release. How long did you work on A BEAUTIFUL CAGE before you wereready to send your characters out into the world?

AR: I started working on A BEAUTIFUL CAGE a fewyears ago, backed away from it for a long while, and came back to it a coupleyears ago, taking it through several rewrites.

EJR: A BEAUTIFUL CAGE is a very emotional read. I can attest tothat as you had me boo-hooing several times! How do you shut those emotions offso you can function normally as a mother, wife and friend?

AR: While a majority of the emotions used in thestory are due to my active imagination, a lot of them are garnered fromsituations I’ve experienced and continue to experience in real life. By puttingmyself in the ‘shoes’ of my characters, I allow myself to feel what I’m sure Ireally would feel if I was intheir particular situations. Gut intuition is very important to me.

Thankfully, my family understands mywriting process. To give you an idea of their attitude, a couple of daysago, when I came out of my office/cave after working on my current story set inthe twenties, my daughter turned to my husband and said, “Well, it looks likeMom’s back from 1927.”

I pretty much walk away from a story ina cloudy daze. Sometimes it takes me a few minutes to catch my bearings. Buteventually, I can lay it all aside and become a typical busy mother, wife, andfriend. Trust me, it’s a fine balance.

EJR: Being a historical author, you must need to do a lot ofresearch. Do you enjoy the process?

AR: I love doing research! Seriously. I'm such anerd! I’ve been guilty of spending too much time researching small details Idon’t end up using.

EJR: Being a history buff, you must set yourself back in timeoften. If you could pick any era to live in,which one would it be and why?

AR: Do I have to pick just one? How aboutsettling for the decades between 1910 and 1960? I love the variation ofclothes, cars, music, and furnishings of each decade. In many ways, ourgeneration lacks the class our grandparents and great-grandparents enjoyed. Andthose five decades are chocked full of powerful historical events, such as WWI,the roaring twenties, the depression, WWII, and the emergence of rock &roll. At the same time, many of our modern conveniences were being discovered,making these decades more convenient than pre-1900.

EJR: What'ssomething from our time you couldn't live without?

AR: Oh, that’s easy. The computer. But Icould probably handle using a typewriter… if I had to. Still, the internet isawesome. I could easily do without a TV. And yes, believe it or not, I couldeven do without a cell phone!

EJR: I’ve come to realize you’re not much of a cell phone person.You know, I think you’re on to something there! But speaking of phone calls,tell us how you felt when you got "the call".What did you do when you found out A Beautiful Cage would be read by many?

AR: How did I feel? Excited. Anxious. Queasy,yet ready to sing my anthem to the world. What did I do? Paced up and down thestairs and through the hallway. Back and forth. Back and forth. Couldn’t sitdown. Couldn’t sleep. I was caught between exhilaration that others wouldfinally read what I wrote, and terror that it would be rejected.

EJR: Was it hard to write the end, knowing you had to pull awayfrom the characters that were so close to your heart?

AR: Yes, it was hard to pull myself away fromthe characters, and, yet, because their story is captured in the written word,I know people will read about them and love them. And, in that way, they’lllive forever. What more can any author ask for?

EJR: But the end of one always means the beginning of somethingnew. What are you working on now?

AR: Two stories, actually. A BEAUTIFULTEMPEST is the sequel to A BEAUTIFUL CAGE, involving Rebecca’s American familyduring WWII. The second story is set in 1927 and is called CASTLES WE BUILD.

EJR: I look forward to both and extend an invitation to LoudWhispers as soon as those stories are available! I love making up new words. Usually they are inappropriate for the massesbut still fun. Make up a word for us and tell us what it means. Don't besurprised if it eventually makes it into the dictionary. Looks like they'reletting just about anything in these days!

AR: Electrologue: a book’s prologue or epilogue that containsoutrageous or scandalous material. “The diva’s biography contains a beginningelectrologue that is absolutely mind-blowing, enticing readers to hang on toevery word, leaving them begging for more.”

Edifungi: alocally grown, edible mushroom that could be mistaken as poisonous. “I lovehomemade pizza. No anchovies. Lots of extra edifungi.”

EJR: Such a pleasure to have you here at Loud Whispers today,Alyson. Please tell us where we can find you on the web and where we canpurchase A Beautiful Cage.

AR: Mywebsite: www.alysonreuben.com

Blog: www.abiteofreubensandwich.blogspot.com

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/#!/profile.php?id=100001136916696 Twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/alysonreuben

ABEAUTIFUL CAGE is now out in paperback and will be available in e-book formatthis Friday, Sept. 2nd. It can be purchased directly from the publisher at www.thewildrosepress.com , and will soonbe available at www.amazon.com , andBarnes & Noble bookstores.

Welcome Ilona Fridl

2011-08-17T06:00:00.011-05:00

I'm thrilled to welcome multi-published author Ilona Fridl.

Please join Ilona as she tells us a bit about her latest release!

As always, questions and comments are welcome.

The third book in the Dangerous Times series!

Available through The Wild Rose Press now

Silver Screen Heroes

Golden North

http://www.thewildrosepress.com

http://www.ilonafridl.com

Also on FaceBook and GoodReads!

The Japanese Invasion of Alaska

Why I Chose to Use This as a Story

In Bronze Skies, I use a World War II battle that not many people know about. I think the brave men that fought in the Aleutians should have their recognition. In June of 1942, the Japanese attacked the Navy Installation at Dutch Harbor and invaded the outer islands of Attu and Kiska, setting up camps on the outer islands.

I think the media didn't want to panic the public by saying that Japan held some of our native soil. We had just gotten into the conflict a few months previously with the attack on Pearl Harbor.

Almost a year later in May of 1943, the army and navy in the North Pacific attacked and invaded the Japanese stronghold on Attu. In a heavy and miserable battle, due to the bad weather, the American forces were able to reclaim the island in nineteen days of fighting. Most of the Japanese troops were killed.

At Kiska, the Japanese troops silently departed the island before the Americans arrived there. Because of that, both islands were back in American hands.

I show some of the battles through Lt. Tom Shafer's eyes.

Excerpt:

Tom turned back to the ridge and calculated how to get down to the American troops with as much cover as he could. It looked like they held the beach, so he would head there, carefully keeping on the tramped path the Americans must have used to go around.

The wind whipped around his head as he descended the cliff side, sometimes sliding on scree as he grasped the rough rocks. Returning to the tundra grass, he crept into a small valley where he could hear the thunder of the firing. I must be close. I’d better take cover again.

“Psst, Lieutenant!”

Tom whirled to see a small squadron of seven privates in an alcove of rocks. “Did you men get lost?”

“Sir, we lost all our officers, and we don’t know what to do next.”

There was anxiety in their eyes. Here were soldiers, younger than himself, looking confused. Tom judged the area he had moved into. “Boys, keep along the line of the beach that dips down, so if you crouch, they won’t see you. We should make it to the rear. How is your ammunition?”

“We’ve got enough, sir.”

“Good. Follow me.” These new recruits wouldn’t have had the battle tactics he'd received in officers' training, but, being a pilot, he had never had to use his knowledge. I guess I never really believed I'd be in this situation. He prayed he remembered correctly and could get the soldiers to safety. He fingered the small square in his pocket. Wish me luck, sweetheart. He stepped out with the seven privates behind him.

Sand and dust seemed to be everywhere, kicked up by the steady ocean breeze and the explosions that roared in his ears. It was all he could do to keep his eyes clear as he and the men edged their way to the American troops' rear. Tom found himself breathing and spitting sand. Finally he spotted a major with his battalion on the stretch of beach. Sliding down the small rise, he saluted the major. “Sir, I found these soldiers without any commanders and brought them back.”

“I’m grateful, Lieutenant,” he said as he returned a salute. “Who are you? I’m Major Porter.”

“Lieutenant Tomas Shafer, sir,” he replied and went on to explain what had happened.

The major turned to the soldiers, lined up behind Tom. “Men, Colonel Jacobs is over in that tent. You can report to him.”

One of the privates saluted the major. “Yes, sir.” He turned to Tom. “I heard you’re Lieutenant Shafer. Thank you, sir.”

Tom smiled. “You’re welcome―?”

“Private Abner Styles, sir.”

“Private Styles, you can take charge now.” Tom looked at the major. “If that’s all right with you, sir.”

At the major’s nod, Styles snapped Tom a salute. “Yes, sir!” Turning to the others, he said, “Let’s go!”

Just as Tom was about to ask the major for orders for himself, an explosion not far forward blew tundra grass and dirt all over them. Both dropped to the ground, hearing cries and screams from over the ridge. The American forces opened up with their answering fire, and the attack temporarily ceased. Tom and the major raised their heads slowly. “You up to seeing what happened, Lieutenant?”

I want to thank Elle for hosting me and thank you for taking a look. My web site is http://www.ilonafridl.com and I'm on Facebook and Goodreads. You can purchase Bronze Skies at http://www.thewildrosepress.com

A Week Full of Paranormal

2011-08-07T10:02:00.001-05:00

It's almost here! I'm headed to the Authors After Dark conference in Philly with my Wonder Twin, aka The Wizard, Berinn Rae. Workshop after workshop full of nothing but paranormal and Urban Fantasy talk. Oh, yeah!

(The Wizard and I, taken at the 2010 WisRWA conference)

Some of my very favorite authors will be in attendance and I can't wait to meet them and ultimately pick their brains! Hopefully I'll be so stealth they won't even know it's happening.

Lately, I've really been getting into making mock covers for my work and I'm dabbling with the idea of taking it a step further. So if you know anyone who is looking for a book cover, feel free to throw my hat in the ring. Another benefit to attending this conference are the workshops on book covers. Yes! This conference is just what I need right now. More on my book cover endeavor soon!

Life is forever changing, that's for sure. What's new in your world and what's lurking around the corner?

Breathe Deeply

2011-07-23T10:23:00.007-05:00

Oh, peeps, you're gonna love this. I'm going present tense with this in hopes you'll join me for the ride.

Another day headed to the day job. Same route, same scenery. I pull my big black truck to a stop at the entrance to the freeway and wait for my light to turn green. As soon as it does, I hit the gas hard (because I love to hear the roar of the engine--it makes me feel powerful). I edge out another in a race to get to the fast lane. I know I'll win. I always win this race. Out of nowhere I'm sucked back in time as a wave of nostalgia wafts by in the form of cow dung. I'd know that smell anywhere. I've smelled it thousands of times before. But never here. Never on this freeway. Curious, I look left, right, in my rearview. No cattle. What the hell? Ah, there it is. About three vehicles up is a long, steel, cattle hauling rig. Once again I jam my foot on the gas pedal and race around other cars. You think I'm going to pass the poop-on-wheels, don't you? Nope. Not a chance. I speed past two cars and weave in front of the last. Finally, I have my spot.

Breathe deeply with me. Do you smell that? That pungent farm odor that smells like no other? Fresh air is what I call it. I've missed it. Missed the feelings it evokes. From behind the wheel I'm dragged to the past. Cornstalks and soybeans. Tractors and Wranglers. Small town life. Hog roasts and country music. That was my life and in these moments, I crave it again. I see wide, brown cow eyes with white feathered lashes peeking out at me from the round air vents and slats of the steel trailer. I feel for the cattle, but know it is their destiny, just as driving behind them for a full ten minutes is mine.

My exit approaches and I regret having to divert my attention. I enjoyed the escape, the reminder, and at least for today, I will slow down and try to enjoy the scenery, the scents and life in general.

Done any time traveling lately? Do tell?

The Blood Moon

2011-07-19T07:02:00.002-05:00

Tell me a story...

See Ya

2011-07-15T07:00:00.000-05:00

See ya when I get back!

Six Sentence Sunday

2011-07-10T21:41:00.001-05:00

I sorta stumbled upon this site in a roundabout way today: http://sixsunday.com/ I'm not entirely sure what it's all about except several writers posted six sentences from a scene they've already written or are currently working on. I'm linking to Mac Perry's blog as she's how I discovered this. I don't think she'll mind. Her blog posts are always fun anyway, so feel free to browse. I'm sure she'd like the company. Maybe I should warn her as some of you tend to get rowdy up in here!

Anyway, what the heck. I'll post six sentences. This comes from Book 1 in the Cloaked series: Meera

Ghanem roared to life as Ryken stumbledback, a look of surprise on his pale face. His knife tumbled to the ground. Hehadn’t released his hold on her hair, but Meera didn’t let that stop her. Shehead butted him again and brought her knee up at the same time. Ryken fell to theground, bringing Meera withhim. Atta girl.

I Can't Stand It

2011-06-29T19:20:00.000-05:00

Either my tolerance level has drastically dropped or my expectation levels are on the rise. Neither are good for the people in my world. And so, ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to share a list of my current and ongoing pet peeves.

WARNING: This may offend the offenders!

When people do not capitalize "I", whether it be in written, text or status update form.
When I say, "How are you?" and people respond, "Fine." Oh yeah, well I'm fantastic! Thanks for asking, you #@*&#%*$!!!!
When people swear up and down I told them that was the way to do it when THEY make a mistake.
Spelling errors. Get a dictionary or spell check, please and thank you.
Wet towels on the floor.
When people are condescending.
Liar, liar, pants on fire. Suck it up and tell the truth.
This answer: "Oh, I forgot."
When people ask me a question and then talk over me when I try to answer.
When people say "Have a nice day" with as much enthusiasm as a squished slug. Don't say it if you don't mean it.

My list is getting long, so I'll stop...FOR NOW. But please share your pet peeves with me. PLEASE! See, even when I'm cranky I ask nicely.

Silent Power

2011-06-20T17:04:00.000-05:00

Her body quivered. On the verge. So close. Yes, so very close. Rayna stalked her prey with the confidence of a warrior, a confidence brought forth by eons of hunting. She'd like to say she'd played fair, had laid all her cards on the table, held no secrets, no tricks. But that would take all the fun out of the chase. So she stalked. She watched. She waited.

And then she screamed.

Dogzilla

2011-06-13T10:05:00.000-05:00

This is so fantastic, I just have to share. My 6 year old son wrote and illustrated his very first story. I'm posting it below and all the spelling and punctuation is completely his!

DOGZILLA

In japan there was a evil dog his name was dogzilla. he came out of a valcana.

DOGZILLA AND THE VOLCANO

there was army men and there was a tank.

THE TANK

the army men got struk by lithnig. and dogzilla rulled the univers. there was more army men and dogzilla at more food and he got bigger and stroger. And the army men got a Buzuca and scared dogzilla away. and all of the army were happy. and the army men had a pizza party. the end

I love this story. Especially the part about the "Buzuca"!

Where Am I?

2011-06-12T19:05:00.002-05:00

I'm guest blogging at Alyson Reuben's Summer Blog Bonanza! Stop by and see me: http://abiteofreubensandwich.blogspot.com/

Getting Ready

2011-05-28T11:29:00.000-05:00

Ah, yes. It's that time of year again. Love is Brewing in Milwaukee. Time to get ready for my local writing conference. What that means? I've got to work on my pitches and this year I have two books to pitch which means double the work and double the nerves. Funny thing is, I can sing in front of anyone. The crowd can be one or thousands, doesn't matter. It's like a natural high and I love it. But talking about my stories? Entirely different scenario. Not a high at all. In fact, I get sick to my stomach even when it's not in a professional setting. Now add the pressure of trying to sell my story in a few sentences to industry pros and I'm breaking out in a cold sweat. Why is that?

But don't get me wrong. I'm excited for next weekend. Excited to see friends. Excited to meet new people. Excited about the potential. Excitement will outweigh the nerves and I will meet and I will pitch. I'll hold the hurling at bay until after. That way my breath won't offend! I wonder if picturing them naked would help? Yeah, not going there.

What makes you nervous and how do you get past those jitters?

Serene Sanctuary

2011-05-16T16:39:00.000-05:00

Someone asked my recently where I find sanctuary. My mind immediately jumped to the word serenity. Are they one and the same? To me they are. And I have yet to find either. I think to go there, you have to have a clear mind. You have to let go of all the day to day distractions and just be. That is a difficult, if not impossible, task for me. My mind is a constant whirl of WHAT'S NEXT, WHO NEEDS ME and WHAT NOW.

But many times I picture a place very similar to the photo above and wonder what if. What if my mind could go there? What if I could lie in the grass and listen to the soft breeze as it whispers past my ear? What if the wind carried the sound of wooden chimes and laughter and the smell of fresh baked bread and spicy cologne? I'd love to find this place, if even in a dream.

How about you? Have you found your serene sanctuary?

The blog post that inspired my post can be found here: In Avalon

Morwyn's beliefs may not fully reflect my own, but they do indeed make me think, and that in itself is reason enough for me to keep going back.

When Fantasy Meets Reality

2011-05-09T11:43:00.001-05:00

And the winner is...EDIE!!! Congratulations!

As promised, I am thrilled to have Berinn Rae as my guest today. Her first release is called Knightfall and may I just say...I am loving every page of it! She's here today to talk about Knightfall as well as how a fantasy became her reality. Make sure to leave a comment so you can be entered for the giveaway. Take it away, Berinn!

Thanks for having me for a visit, Elle!

I feel like I’m living a bit of a fantasy life right now with my debut release coming out this month (although it’s already available for Kindle). Knightfall is a fantasy romance about a woman believed to be the harbinger of Armageddon and the sexy knight assigned to kill her. It’s the first in the Guardians of the Seven Seals series.

For the heroine in Knightfall, her fantasy life is being a bush pilot in Alaska. That is, until she meets a man who quite literally turns her life upside down. It got me thinking. What’s my fantasy life? What would I do if I could do anything? Easy. I’d be a storyteller. I’m a daydreamer. Always have been. Always will be. So I’d quit my day job tomorrow if I could write (and read) full-time.

Yes, I’m hopelessly addicted to books. And I would never give up that obsession. In my fantasy life, I would have plenty of time to read. As well as flying old, slow airplanes. There’s nothing like feeling the wind in my face at a thousand feet.

Where would this life take place? Maybe a small beach house on a quiet beach with a comfy cabana. Maybe a rustic cabin in the Ozarks. Maybe a cozy airpark (that’s an airport with houses on it). It doesn’t really matter as long as it’s somewhere away from the chaotic parts of the world and where I could follow my passions. Oh, and of course my hubs and incredibly spoiled dog would fit into that life just fine.

What’s your fantasy life look like? Leave a comment and be entered to win a copy of Knightfall (signed paperback or ebook – winner’s choice). Winner will be randomly selected and announced by Elle on the incredibly lucky day of Friday, May 13.

Berinn Rae was raised on a farm in the Midwest where she boasted the town’s largest (and only) comic book collection… and that pretty much explains why she writes. She flies a decent airport pattern and throws a pitifully bad game of darts. Visit her at www.BerinnRae.com.

Knightfall
Life is relatively normal for bush pilot Kerra Cain. That is, until a fallen angel reveals himself, with plans to use her to destroy the Seven Seals. To escape, she must place her trust in the arms of Gareth, a dangerously sexy but enigmatic man who has haunted her dreams for years. Thrown into a desperate war for survival, Kerra must embrace a heritage long denied her in Knightfall, Berinn Rae’s debut fantasy romance coming May 2011 from Crescent Moon Press.
Read the first chapter for free: http://www.BerinnRae.com/books.html

Available now on Kindle! Coming soon in paperback and other ebook formats.

Coming Soon

2011-05-04T21:05:00.000-05:00

Make sure to stop by this weekend. Author and friend, the fantastic Berinn Rae will be here to discuss her new release, living a fantastical life and if we're lucky....A giveaway!

And make sure to check back often. More guest bloggers, including another great friend...the wonderfully talented Alyson Reuben, are just around the corner!

A New Dawn

2011-05-02T07:34:00.002-05:00

Country Music at its Best

2011-04-25T20:23:00.001-05:00

I saw this on youtube and had to share. I believe this is one of the most beautiful renditions of How Great Thou Art I have ever heard. I hope you enjoy.

A Thousand Words

2011-04-05T08:06:00.000-05:00

This picture is the inspiration behind my 2nd book in the "Flight" series. No, I haven't started it yet. I'm still tweaking the first book and getting it ready to send out. I think I need another good month on it at least. Most of it is there, but other parts need some TLC.

When I came across this particular picture, I knew it was dead on. I'd love to know who created it and why, but alas the internet is full of nameless photos. I think it would make a fantastic book cover. If there's a way to find out who created this, I'd love to know!

I'd love your take. What does this picture say to you?

I'm Starving

2011-03-26T17:50:00.002-05:00

Oh my gosh. Call me late (fashionably) of course, but I just finished the first book in the The Hunger Games series. Oh my gosh. This book was recommended to me about a month ago, but I had forgotten about it. The same person recently asked if I had read it yet. I hadn't, so I figured I better jump on it. Oh my gosh. I'm so glad I did. Author Suzanne Collins is brilliant. After the first chapter I was starving for more and could barely put the book down. I used it as a reward. Write 500 words, read for 30 minutes. This went on throughout the last two days until I finally finished it. I'm dying to know what happens next, but plan to force myself to finish my current ms and then and only then can I start book 2. Oh my gosh.

I also just read (fashionably late again) that The Hunger Games is being made into a movie. It should be released in 2012 and, YAY, Ms. Collins is writing the screenplay. I'm really looking forward to this one, folks. Oh my gosh.

I'm starving for more of The Hunger Games.

For those who have finished the series, no spoilers please! I don't want to have to hurt you!
Oh! Thanks for the rec, Joe!

Shoot me more recommendations. Anyone read anything recently that's an absolute must? Do share!

If You Have A Hankerin' For More of Me

2011-03-24T20:51:00.001-05:00

Once upon a time, my sisters and I (and an honorary BRO) shared a blog called Sisters In Sync. When we lost our "true" brother, we also lost our mojo and put SIS on a temporary hiatus. The hiatus saddened me as I enjoyed seeing all the visitors and catching up on what my family was up to--which was usually NO GOOD! So, I un-hiatused us--Yep! I made up that word.

Stop by if you get a chance. I know my family would love to hear from you!

Thanks,

Elle

Whoopee

2011-03-22T08:10:00.000-05:00

Spring is finally here and I'm really busy wrapping up my current WIP!

So enjoy the flowers and I'll be back soon!

~~Elle~~

I Love Being a Chic

2011-03-12T09:19:00.002-06:00

I went a little crazy recently. I normally just delete my JUNK email, but I decided to open one from Bare Escentuals. I do love their make-up and they were having something like a 6 hour sale. How could I resist? They were practically giving it away. I went nuts! The payoff? A plethora of shadows and lip colors. Heaven!

I've been trying different combinations for the past week and people have taken notice! They can't wait to see what I'll do next. Not sure if that's a compliment. Perhaps I look like a freak, but it's so much fun I really don't care!!!

This is just a couple of the looks found on an awesome blog: http://www.temptalia.com/

The first one is definitely more daring, which is why I love it! But the 2nd one is subtle, pretty. I like it a lot, too. One of the great things about this site is the tutorials. Step by step instructions on how to achieve these looks.

Give it a try! I dare you!

Coffee After Dark

2011-03-05T10:33:00.005-06:00

Anyone who knows me knows I'm a huge fan of coffee. HUGE. If I really think about it, all my money is spent in two places: A coffee shop and a book shop. If I can get both in one place...GOLD! Saves gas money anyway.

I've dreamt about owning a coffee shop. One with huge comfy couches and oversized fireplaces. One with bookshelves and reading lights. One where once the clock strikes five, the atmosphere turns dark. A smoky (piped in...no cigarettes/cigars here) ambience, sultry music and after dinner drinks.

I swear it would be a hit. Maybe one day...(sighs as I stare out the window at the dreary colors covering every inch of the earth.)

While I don't have the location (or the license for that matter), I do have some recipes. Eventually I'd like to play around and create my own (any taste tasting volunteers?). But for now, I'll take some tried and true and rename them to suit me.

This one is amazing. Try it and let me know what you think!

Barron's Dark Brew

1 cup of strong, hot coffee (Espresso works well)

1 oz. Amaretto

1 oz. Kahlua

whipped cream (optional)

Stir the Amaretto and Kahlua into the coffee. Quickly top with whipped cream. This prevents the alcohol from evaporation!

From the Pages of Broken Flight

2011-02-27T09:32:00.000-06:00

A short excerpt from my current Work In Progress...

(mock cover by Berinn Rae)

Did angels bleed? Yes, they absolutely did and she was. Blood pooled beneath her feet. She stared at it, no longer having the strength to hold her head up. The reflection mocked her. The eyes that gazed back at her were full of defiance. Her eyes. Stick straight, black hair clung to her face and neck, locked in place by sweat.

The angels had taken a break from torturing her, but that didn’t mean she’d get a break from the pain. It only gave her more time to consider her options, which were slim to none. She could beg for forgiveness. Wasn’t much of a chance that would work considering Sarafina could read her thoughts and would know she wasn’t truly sorry. And where was the mind intruder anyway? The others were all still here, bantering back and forth, ribbing each other like frat brothers.

Anna tuned them out, tried to block the pain. Imagined herself back in her small corner of Beyond. A plain room with plain white walls. She hadn’t been allowed to decorate. No. That privilege was saved for the next level. Level 3. But she’d been at level 2 for so long, she’d wondered if she’d ever be promoted. She didn’t have to wonder anymore. She’d sealed her fate on a mountainside highway.

Back to her options. Escape wasn’t one of them. She’d tried it when they’d left her alone, when she’d still had strength left in her legs and blood in her arms. She’d pulled, twisted, kicked, all to no avail. These chains weren’t coming down for anything. She’d kept trying. And then they had come back and broken her wing and she knew it was going to get worse than bad. Where would she go anyway? It wasn’t as if they wouldn’t be able to find her. The other angels in Beyond were so scared of them, they’d be certain to point her out.

She’d wanted something exciting to happen. Something to break up the monotony of an eternity spent without those she loved. Without Grey. She hadn’t wanted this. For him she would endure.

A Great Song With A Cool Video

2011-02-11T14:30:00.003-06:00

Love the song and the look of the entire video!
A song and video perfect for paranormal lovers!

Enjoy!

Eternal Transformation

2011-01-28T18:31:00.003-06:00

When a heart shatters, the shards can never be swept away.

Never.

Not completely.

Instead, you will always find fragments, pieces.

When you stumble upon them you must stop, think.

Figure out where that sliver fits in the puzzle.

Only then will you start to mend.

Once broken, it will never be the same.

But different doesn’t have to be bad.

It just has to be. ~~Elle J Rossi

Angel Inspiration

2011-01-24T11:10:00.000-06:00

Broken Flight is a story of true love. A love so strong even death can't break the bond. The odds are against you. You are challenged with test after test. Do you think it's jealousy? Some never get a taste of true love; just teasers as they make their way through the world. To find your soulmate, your true soulmate, is nearly impossible. But what if you did? What would you do to save that person from hell?

I'd like to share some pictures I've collected along the way. A few were sent to me(Thanks, Berinn!) and if you come across any, please forward them to me! These pictures go a long way in inspiring me to write Anna and Grey's story.

Another Desire Quote

2011-01-14T07:00:00.000-06:00

You were once wild here.

Don't let them tame you!

~~Isadora Duncan (1878-1927)

Unplugging

2011-01-10T08:05:00.000-06:00

Sorta. I'm weak. I have a problem. At least I'll admit to it. I tell myself email and FB will wait. All those blogs will be there later. But they incessantly call my name and I, well...I'm weak. (drops head, kicks at ground)

I have the day off from my day job. This means I have hours to devote to my current WIP. But those hours are cut at least in half by my need to see if anyone needs me, if anyone has anything interesting to say, and, well...I'm weak. (Sighs heavily, picks at invisible lint)

Side note: Speaking of blogs, Magical Musings has a great one today. Liz Kreger talks about our wussy nation! If you click on the names above, I'll take you there!

Back to it: I have a plan. I stopped by my local bookstore the other night after winning a GC on the Magical Musings blog. I met the owner of Next Chapter Bookshop while there. I asked if they have WiFi. I'd love to sit there, surrounded by all those beautiful books and write, write, write. Lenora explained that they do not. Bummer. Guess it's back to the coffee shop for me.

Light. Bulb. Last night I wanted/needed to make a ton of progress. I didn't. I was beat. Who knows why. It's not like I'd done anything strenuous over the weekend. Playing chauffeur does not count. I thought about Next Chapter being in a dead zone. No WiFi = no email, no FB, no blogs. Hmm...Could I? Dare I? (chin going up, shoulders going back)

New plan. Grab a cup of coffee at my favorite coffee shop, wish them all a good day, then park my butt on a couch in the bookstore and write, write, write! (dons cape, makes adjustments and twirls around for maximum effect (or is it affect? I always get those two confused))

Hi, I'm Elle and I'm addicted to WiFi. See? First step!

How about you? Got any issues we need to discuss today?

Dagnabit

2011-01-06T08:10:00.000-06:00

I was lying in bed last night thinking about my story when the perfect query words jumped into my head. Over and over I heard these words and I just knew they would be the ones that caught some attention. "Get up," I think to myself. "Write it down." But I don't. I'm exhausted. It had been a very long day. And I was certain I would remember since these words were so flippin' phenomenal.

Guess what? I didn't. A snippet maybe, but it just wasn't the same. I tried desperately to get it back this morning. Uh uh. Nope. Gone...

Lesson learned? Absolutely!

Maybe it'll come to me while I'm at work today.

How about you? Any similar stories?

Lady Chatterly's Lover; 1928

2011-01-04T21:23:00.001-06:00

Rippling,

   rippling,

   rippling,

   like a flapping overlapping of soft flames,

soft as feathers,

   running to points of brilliance,

   exquisite, exquisite

and melting her all molten inside. ~~D.H. Lawrence (1185-1930)

I've Been Suckered

2011-01-03T10:03:00.000-06:00

And no, it's not of the lollipop variety. Of course not. That would be too tasty. That would make me smile.

Remember my resolution to not make any resolutions? I promise, I'm sticking to it. This is not a resolution. Really, it isn't. Instead it's a choice not to be left in the dust.

First: My sister, Beth, is making some life altering changes. Self empowerment. A better her. No comparisons to others. Just the best she can be. If you're so inclined, join her at The Year of Me and see what it takes to be the best you.

Second: My great friend, Berinn, told me she's on a mission. For privacy reasons, I won't share her exact mission, but she has a cut off date and I know she'll prevail!

So, that leaves me. While I'm not sitting here twiddling my thumbs, I'm not doing a lot towards being my best. Some aspects of my life? Sure. I work hard at them. Others? Fine, okay. I'll admit I don't work on those at all.

But today I did. I ate an orange for breakfast. Don't laugh! That's huge, people! I don't do breakfast. I do coffee. Lots and lots of coffee. My taste buds love it and I enjoy the experience. Sometimes I skip lunch too, but not always.

Anyway, back to the orange. I peeled, I ate, I sucked down a V8. And then, DRUM ROLL PLEASE, I got my arse on the treadmill, cranked the tunes and sang my little (fatigued) heart out.

You see, my life is measured by the song. The lyrics, the music, and most importantly...how well I sing it. You heard me right. I'm a singer. Always have been, always will be. It's inherent. It's me.

To me, 30 minutes on the treadmill was not about the buckets of sweat, the burn in the thighs, the hair stuck in my eye. No. None of those. It's about Jason Aldean and would he hire me to sing back-up and then promote me to duet status. And then P!nk. She's got grit. It's hard to be gritty when you're wheezing, yet I'm positive I gave her a run for her money. At minute 20 I moved on to Paramore. Singing high notes is difficult when there's a lack of oxygen to the brain. All I can say is thank goodness I was alone in the house. I'm surprised the neighbors didn't call the cops. You see, when I sing, I SING. Loudly! Sometimes it's great, other times I may make your ears bleed. In that case, I label it a rock song and move on.

Last but not least was Deborah Cox. An oldie but a goodie remix of You're Not Supposed to Be Here. Whatever! So what if I only managed every 3rd word between my gasps for air. Someone must have stepped on my lung or something. Totally not my fault.

All in all, I'd call it a success. I didn't fall off and I can still walk. Nice!

Resolved

2011-01-01T08:56:00.000-06:00

I resolve to make zero, I repeat, ZERO resolutions this year. First of all, I can't think of one person who has stuck with one. We all have great intentions, but within a very short time in most cases, the resolutions are put off, pushed to the side and then completely forgotten until mid December rolls around again.

By not making any, I'm sure to succeed! How's that for positive thinking?

Happy New Year!

Turning the Corner

2010-12-28T06:33:00.000-06:00

As 2010 draws to a close, part of me is glad to put this year behind me, while another part knows that there were some good things about it. My family suffered a tremendous loss. One I didn't think would impact me quite the way it has. But amidst the grief is a lot of love and a lot of hope. My family is closer and maybe even a bit stronger. I've been surrounded by new friends and old friends and I'm not ashamed or too proud to use those shoulders.

My writing is better. (If I do say so myself!) Perhaps it comes from the mere fact that I have more experience than I did two years, or even one year ago. Or perhaps, and I'd like to think this is the case, it's because I feel more. Whether one is dealing with happiness, anger or a profound sadness, those feelings are bound to come out on the page. Better, three dimensional characters find their way into the story. The problems and the conflicts are more intense, more real.

I'm currently revising Broken Flight (my NaNoWriMo story) and while I'm doing a lot of editing ("deleting") and I cringe every time I do it--my word counter meter hated me last night--I know I'm making it the best story it can be. The best I have in me. I need to add a lot of words before I can even begin to think of querying, but those words will be strong, from the heart and full of feeling.

So 2010 is almost over, but I'm looking forward to 2011. It will be a better year. A good year.

What makes you a better writer? A better person?

Merry Christmas To All

2010-12-24T12:00:00.000-06:00

May your days be filled with love, laughter and family.

May creativity find its way to you.

May your dreams be full of wonder.

May your cup be full.

Merry Christmas, Friends

The Best Ornaments

2010-12-20T09:33:00.000-06:00

My daughter is pretty darn artistic. She loves to paint, draw, paste and mold. Her bedroom is littered with so many art projects and supplies it looks as if a hurricane passed through. I tell her to clean it and three hours later it doesn't appear as though she's done anything. I usually threaten to clean it for her (which means me and a trash can) and typically that will put a small fire under her bum.

I do encourage her creativity and have come to realize that we do best with her door closed! if I don't see it, maybe it's not so bad.

She's decided to make ornaments this year and give them out as Christmas presents. I think it's a fantastic idea and when she showed me these two I laughed so hard I almost cried. She misinterpreted my laughing, sensitive artist feelings and all, and started crying herself. I assured her that my laughing came from pure joy and because she really, really nailed these two characters:

My son is on the left and my husband is on the right. She made the ornaments out of clay and then we baked them to make them hard. I love them and can't wait to see them on the tree every year! Way to go, my little drama queen artist!

What's your favorite ornament and why?

Nada

2010-12-15T19:16:00.000-06:00

I'm not saying anything today

and that's all I'm saying!

Eleven!

2010-12-14T20:03:00.000-06:00

I'm a little late with my post today. It must be because I was observing many, many scrooges today. MANY! I heard a lot of why should I's and what's in it for me's. Sad but true. Yet every now and then, within Scroogeville, I'd hear someone mutter a shy Merry Christmas. It was almost as if they were nervous to say it. I wonder why that is.

Thoughts?

12 Days and Counting

2010-12-13T09:01:00.002-06:00

Last night I couldn't sleep. It seems to be a pretty common problem amongst people of the arts. Once our mind awakens to a possibility, it refuses to shut down, to postpone until we rest our lids. I gave up, moved to the couch and flipped through the channels. Pearl Harbor was on and I hadn't seen that movie in years. I figured I'd watch for a bit, fall asleep and then pick up where I left off later considering I have the DVD. Didn't work out as planned. I watched the entire thing and loved it. So tragic, so romantic...

At 3:00 I finally felt as if I could get some shut eye. Then at 4 my son tried to crawl into bed with us. He's a fidgeter and a talker. I kindly sent him back to his room. I fell back asleep and dreamt of bombs going off in our neighborhood. Thankfully, in my dream, it was pouring and the rain doused many of the fires. My children were at a sleepover and my husband refused to let me call to see if they were okay. (Still dreaming) Me, being a mother, gave him the evil eye and pulled up Google Maps for a live photo of the neighborhood my children were in. All safe. No bombs. No fire. And then the alarm went off.

My alarm. Time to get the kids ready for school. Thankfully, no work today! I was going to crawl back into bed once the kids were off, but I knew that would waste and ruin an entire day. I showered, did minor primping, pulled a hat on and headed to the coffee shop. Time to write. Time to shine!

I have smiled at everyone who passes by and am pleased that they are smiling and saying hello in return. Many looked distracted, busy, but a smile had them pause. Perhaps they will pass the smile on as they go throughout their day. A holiday smile is worth more than... well, it's priceless.

I challenge you to paste that smile on your face today. Before long it will be natural and genuine. You will feel better about yourself and the world. I promise.

Have you seen any evidence of Holiday Cheer today?

13 Days of Cheer

2010-12-12T13:15:00.000-06:00

Call me cynical, but I find it difficult to find people who spread Holiday cheer. More and more it is about more and more. We want more, we need more and so on. This is not the case with everyone. I am very aware that there are still many good people out there. People who are genuinely kind and genuinely giving.

I'm on the look out for those type of people. Good people. Caring people. People who smile at strangers and help those in need.

My plan is to open my eyes and be more receptive to seeing the good in people. Over the next 13 days, I'll share what I find and I encourage you to do the same!

Today I'll share part of my daughter's Christmas Wish List:

1) ipod
2) doorbell for her bedroom door
3) drum set
4) Despicable Me movie
5) $150...(Don't worry. We had a long discussion about this one!)
6) food and suplise (her spelling-not mine) for the poor
7) presents for everyone

These last two made me smile. She is good. She has a big heart. She is a child and all is not lost in the world!

Have anything to share today?

What's Next?

2010-12-06T22:10:00.000-06:00

So NaNo Write Month is over and I'm thrilled to say I wrote 50,000+ words in less than a month. Three weeks to be exact. A feat I didn't think was possible. I was wrong. I can admit that. Occasionally.

My original goal for December was to go back and revise Cloaked, Meera's story, but I'm feeling this NaNo story with my heart and soul and so I must continue to work on it. Broken Flight is helping me to sort out many questions I have about life and death. It's a story I feel I must write and one I hope people will enjoy. It's full of love, passion, strength, pain, guilt, adventure, lies, evil and the will to be with your one true love no matter the cost.

I mapped out the entire story in 50,000 words and am now in the revising process. I'll add about 40,000 more words and make this story what I know it can be. It's taking all of my spare time, but I'm enjoying it and I know it will be worth all the blood and the tears. Literally.

I have some friends--yes I do--and this is a very exciting time in their lives and writing careers. Over the next few weeks and months I'll be highlighting them. I hope you'll stop by. It'll be worth the cyber trip!

~~Elle

Turkey and Trimmings

2010-11-22T19:24:00.000-06:00

At the risk of being cliche and cheesy, I ask...

What are you thankful for this year?

Can you name three things?

I'll start:

1) My family

2) My memories

3) My imagination

Happy Thanksgiving

Tell Me a Story

2010-11-18T19:35:00.002-06:00

3

2010-11-15T07:06:00.000-06:00

The refrigerator is not alive. It cannot sift through its contents and hand you what you want. You MUST bend at the waist, MOVE things around and find what you need.

And I am not the house seeker!

Your turn...

Another Random Thought

2010-11-14T08:25:00.000-06:00

If I don't respond right away, it doesn't mean you need to repeat yourself over and over again. It means I am busy at the moment and I'll be with you when I get to you. Now be quiet. I'm working.

Your turn...

~~Elle

Hello!

2010-11-08T21:52:00.000-06:00

Just letting y'all know I'm still here. I've just completely submerged myself in NaNo!

Random thought: I cannot stand cold food. If food is supposed to be warm then please eat it that way. I cannot stand to watch or listen to people eat cold food. Yes, cold food makes a different sound than warm food. It's gross. Totally.

Ice cream doesn't count. It's supposed to be cold!

How about you? Anything weird bother you?

On The Count of 3

2010-11-01T07:03:00.000-05:00

On your mark.

Get set.

GO!

If you're participating in NaNo, let me know and I'll add you to my buddy list!

My user name is ElleJRossi

The Best Two Words

2010-10-30T19:06:00.001-05:00

Those two words may be my new favorites.

One day ahead of schedule, I finished Meera's story in the Cloaked series. I am ecstatic and actually happy danced through the house.

Who knew those two words could bring such joy to one's soul. And yes, I feel joyous!

Now I'll concentrate on NaNo for November and then make book 1 of Cloaked the best it can be in December.

I know in my heart that Meera's story will be on the shelves one day. I hope she'll be on yours!

What are your favorite words?

The Final Countdown

2010-10-23T15:23:00.001-05:00

I googled HOURGLASS images and this one popped up. Works for me. She's stunning!

But here's why I was googling that. The time is winding down. It's almost the end of October and I have given myself that strict, non-negotiable deadline to wrap up my current paranormal WIP, Cloaked. I must do this so that I will have a clear mind as I go in to November. I have decided to give NaNo a try and the rules state you have to start a book from scratch.

I'll focus on that in November and then I'll revise, edit and fine-tune Cloaked in December with the goal of having it ready for query and submission by January 1st. I can do this. I WILL DO THIS.

Now, I'm getting really excited about my next story and thanks to my friend, Berinn Rae, who whipped up a mock cover for me based on a photo I sent her, I am practically jumping out of my seat! Here it is:

I love it! This story is begging to be told.

So how about you? Have you set any goals lately? What has you all inspired and excited?

~Elle

Another Picture...So Many Stories

2010-10-16T20:15:00.000-05:00

I'll start: I see a girl with power, yet she is confused. She is feared but does not wish to be. A small act of kindness on her part can turn disastrous in the blink of an eye. Avoidance has become her crutch. Only one can walk in the dark with her. Will she avoid him as well?

Your turn!

Tis the Season

2010-10-14T08:12:00.000-05:00

My daughter and I went hiking through the woods last weekend. Okay, actually we only meandered, but we called it hiking because that sounds more adventurous. It was a glorious day. The sun shone bright in the clear blue sky. There was a soft breeze--just enough to rustle the colorful leaves.

I'm a summer girl. Always have been. Give me heat, humidity and frizzy hair and I'm in heaven. But days like we'd have lately make me reconsider my ugly thoughts on fall.

Which season is your favorite and why?

~~Elle

What's Her Story

2010-10-10T10:18:00.002-05:00

Go Get Your Wings

2010-10-04T20:53:00.000-05:00

Bobby

August 7, 1963-October 4, 2010

I love you

My New Favorite Song With A Must See Video

2010-09-27T11:01:00.002-05:00

Inside This House

2010-09-22T07:44:00.000-05:00

Last night I attended a question and answer session with the amazing Jennifer Crusie. It was fun and extremely interesting. More on that soon...

But one of the things she touched on was how much a home says about the character that lives in it and how important a person's home is.

So I have two questions today:

1) What does your home say about you?

2) What does the following picture say about the kind of people who would live in this house? Feel free to expand...

~Elle

Possibilities...

2010-09-18T09:54:00.000-05:00

I came across this amazing picture while doing a search for a "beverage" I use to like. Go figure. This picture is so beautiful and haunting I just had to download it. The possibilities are endless.

Let's have a little fun.

Don't hold back.

What kind of story does this picture bring to mind for you?

Just share a couple of sentences.

I bet everyone's answers are different!

~Elle

Good Reads

2010-09-13T20:11:00.000-05:00

I just finished up the 3rd and final book in The Bone Island Trilogy by Heather Graham. I loved them all, but I think the last one may have been my favorite. It's that whole 'someone is watching me' feel that gets me every time. Spooky and romantic with just the right amount of paranormal to make us all wonder what else is out there.

Have you read these? What are you reading and do you recommend it?

Inspiration

2010-09-10T17:34:00.001-05:00

What Have I Missed?

2010-09-08T20:18:00.001-05:00

I like quaint bookstores and we actually have a very nice one in my town. I'd go more often if they had coffee and wifi, but oh well, a girl can dream. Anyway, I do stop by on occasion because I like to support all book stores, especially the smaller ones. At one point I signed up for their newsletter and typically glance over it just to see what's new.

When the newsletter popped up in my email today, I decided to peruse the entire thing, and boy am I glad I did. Who knows what/who've I missed by not checking out the entire thing in the past??? Back to my exciting point...It just so happens that one of my all time favorite authors is going to be there on September 21st in support of her latest novel!! If she'll be there then SO. WILL. I!

Who?

Jennifer Crusie

What?

When?

September 21, 2010 @ 7pm

Where?

Next Chapter Bookshop

Who would you like to meet? Who have you met? Were you pleased or disappointed after you met them?

An Interview and Book Giveaway with Beth Ciotta

2010-09-01T05:00:00.047-05:00

It's an honor to have author, Beth Ciotta, hanging out here again. Okay, yes, she's my sister, but it's still really cool! Today she is giving away a copy of Into the Wild to one lucky commenter. She'll also be checking in to answer any questions.

Welcome back, Beth. It’s always a pleasure to have you here at Loud Whispers. Your latest release, Into the Wild, has an official release date of today, September 1^st. Happy release day to you! I was fortunate to snag one of the early copies, but for those who don’t have their copy yet (I ask them…WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?) maybe you could tell us a little about it.

Thanks for having me, Elle. I’m super excited about this novel and appreciate the chance to talk about it.

Into the Wild is my tribute to a combination of movies that I’ve watched again and again. Romancing the Stone, Mummy, and any one of the Indiana Jones flicks. I combine romance, humor, and suspense. A hero and heroine who clash and mesh in exciting ways. An exotic locale and a legendary treasure. Needless to say, I had a blast.

I know there is inspiration behind every story. What was yours?

I’ve always wanted to be any one of the heroines in the above mentioned movies. How thrilling would it be to search for a legendary icon in a far off land with an uber sexy treasure hunter? I doubt very much that I’ll ever be in that position in real life. But, oh… the wonders of the imagination. Speaking of . . .

Although the characters and plot are my personal creations, the featured treasure (Inca gold) is based on an actual legend—Lost Treasure of Llanganatis. The story behind the legend is sad and fascinating. Oh, and there’s a curse. Bonus. Perhaps it would be more exact to say that that the true inspiration behind Into the Wild was the Lost Treasure of Llanganatis. In many ways, the legend’s the driving force.

What so many love about your books, like Into the Wild, is the adventure that the reader gets to share with the hero and heroine. Do you consider yourself adventurous?

Not so much. Like my featured heroine, River, I have quite a few phobias. However, I will say that I’ve conquered my fears on several occasions because I refused to miss out on a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. For instance, I braved my intense fear of heights to experience the spine-tingling mule ride down to the bottom of the Grand Canyon, to walk along a spectacular ridge in the Swiss Alps, and most recently to climb up and down the glorious Teton Mountains (with you, Elle!). Hmm. Okay. Maybe I am just a wee bit adventurous.

River is the heroine of Into the Wild. I’d love if you could share what makes her special to you as the writer.

That’s easy. Her inner strength. Though River is cursed with several phobias and insecurities, when it comes to the safety of another human being, she digs deep, braves her fears and takes enormous risks to help them. I admired her courage and ability to persevere under the worst of circumstances.

And how about the smokin’ hot hero, Spenser?

Isn’t it enough just to be smokin’ hot? Just kidding. I adore Spenser’s sense of adventure and sense of humor. His old fashioned chivalry and protective nature. And then there’s his sensitive side . . . The man’s complicated and therefore intriguing. Charismatic and deep. A powerful combination.

If you could go on any adventure imaginable, what would it be and why? Who would you take with you?

I couldn’t possibly name one adventure! There are so many that I want to experience. In fact, I have one coming up—a trip to Scotland with my husband—and one in the planning stages—a tour of Italy . . . with you!

Many of my friends here at Loud Whispers are fellow writers. Some are published, some are not…YET! In your opinion, what do you think is the most important attribute a writer can have?

I’ll name three. A winning combo.

Dedication to his/her craft, passion, and perseverance.

Thanks for being here, Beth!

Into the Wild

This is one call she can’t resist…

When River Kane's fiancé abandons her at the altar for being tooconventional, she's heartbroken. But everything changes when her estranged archaeologist father sends her his journal—filled with cryptic maps and a note indicating he's in mortal danger. Worried, River faces her greatest fears and flies to the Amazon to find him. But she needs a guide. Someone completely unlike danger-seeker Spenser McGraw.

A charismatic treasure hunter who thrives on risk, Spenser hosts the popular TV show Into the Wild, dedicated to locating lost treasures and mythical icons. But River's father's life depends on discretion, and too-sexy Spenser is all about publicity. Forced to team up, they embark on a jungle adventure ripe with temptation and danger…ultimately discovering a hidden treasure that could alter history—and a steamy love neither expected.

Alright everyone, make sure to leave a comment today so you'll be in the drawing for Into the Wild.

Check out Beth's website for more information on all her books.

~~ELLE

What I'm Reading

2010-08-26T19:25:00.000-05:00

I picked up 2 books this week at Borders and I'm equally excited about both of them. Into the Wild by Beth Ciotta and Demon From the Dark by Kresley Cole.

Beth Ciotta will be guest blogging here in just a few days so please make sure to check back.

I wonder if I could get Kresley Cole too. Anyone have an in with her? Let me know and in the meantime I'll see what I can do.

What are you reading and which author would you love to meet?

Enough!

2010-08-22T19:25:00.000-05:00

It's been awhile. Quite awhile. My last post was about fear. At the time it was what I was feeling. Unfortunately, I feel it still. And because of it I'm turning into someone I don't like, turning into the type of person I've never liked. The glass is not just half empty...it's bone dry.

Most of you know that my brother is sick. He is fighting for his life and to know, to see someone, someone I love, go through that has taken the light out of my world. The world I now live in is shrouded in darkness. This horrible disease has taken its toll on my entire family, but no one more so than my brother.

Why am I sharing this? Something so personal? I think I had to put it out there so that I could truly try to understand and to learn. We are told not to question, yet I am bursting at the seams with unanswered ones. We are told it is part of the big picture. This is a picture for which I would never place my bid.

My friend and fantastic CP--if she'll still have me--writes during the most emotional of times, all emotions, and her writing is that much more amazing for it. I want to be able to do that. Perhaps Hermit will share her secret with me.

I know my brother doesn't want me to be this way. He has always been happy, vibrant and one of the most positive people I have ever known. So for him and for me and for all the poor souls that have had to live and work with me lately, I will try to turn things around.

Any suggestions on how to get some light back in my life?

~~Elle

Fear

2010-08-02T15:33:00.000-05:00

Thucydides
The bravest are surely those who have the clearest vision of what is before them, glory and danger alike, and yet notwithstanding go out to meet it.

Anonymous
Courage is not the absence of fear, it is the conquest of it.

Corra Harris
The bravest thing you can do when you are not brave is to profess courage and act accordingly.

Well?

2010-07-27T20:12:00.000-05:00

What is the first thing you would buy if you won the lottery? The first is the best so make it a good one!

An Excerpt

2010-07-20T21:04:00.000-05:00

I hope you enjoy this small excerpt from Cloaked:

The bass hit them first. A strong, steady beat of four on the floor. Not too fast, not too slow. They stopped outside the club. A muscle head bouncer blocked the door, standing with his arms slightly out to the side as if the sheer size wouldn’t allow them to drop. Most would think he was kinda hunky in his tight t-shirt with ‘security’ stamped across his pecs, but he paled in comparison to the four that accompanied Meera and her crew.

He must have realized it. He stood up straighter and threw his chest out. “Twenty-five dollars. Each.” He leaned against the steel door and smiled smugly.

Thane stepped up. “Twenty-five? You may want to rethink that, bud.”

“Just pay it,” Ghanem ordered.

Meera eyed Thane, afraid he would ignore his brother and throw the bouncer across the street with one arm. He didn’t. He retrieved his money clip and counted off not two but three hundred dollar bills. And there were many more where that came from.

Muscle head snatched the money, ran a marker across it to check its authenticity before stepping to the side.

Drake grabbed the handle and pulled the door open, pushing the bouncer into an uncomfortable corner. Carrine stepped through first. Meera followed. She felt the heat before she made it all the way through the door. This place was a sauna and not just from the heaters blasting on full force. Sweaty bodies crowded the dance floor. Limbs tangled with others in an attempt to get closer to one another, swaying to the beat, hypnotized by the display of lights. The air felt heavy. If there was a scent for lust and need, this was it. A mixture of spice, sweat, alcohol and arousal.

She stripped off her cloak as the men ushered them to a table in a dark corner. She pulled her hair off her neck, caught Ghanem looking at her and dropped it. He turned his head. She did the same, taking the opportunity to scan the crowd. The club was packed. Those that weren’t dancing were standing at the bar or lounging in the booths sucking back drinks as though they’d just come back from a trek across the desert. She could relate. The heat was stifling…and erotic. Too bad Ghanem had become such a negative Nelson. They could have had some fun here, if she weren’t fighting for her life and if she were in to that sort of thing. Normally, public displays of affection made her uncomfortable. Still did, but in a much different way. She felt the pull, but refused to satisfy her curiosity by looking at him, instead focusing on the crowd again.

Even though it was new to her, she could sense magick. And a lot of it. Her skin was tingling, the differences in energy causing the fine hairs on her arm to stand up. She wondered how many here were magickal. Had they always mixed so easily with humans? Steffen had called it interesting. Interesting indeed.

La La La La La La La

2010-07-15T21:28:00.000-05:00

There are many types of writers. One of my favorites happens to be song writers. I think it takes a tremendous amount of talent to create words and melodies that are not only catchy but unique. There are a couple of songs that I've been playing over and over again lately. One reason is for the melody. The main reason, though, is that I am in awe of the lyrics.

The first is from a newer group called The Band Perry. Not only are they talented musicians, they are also wonderful writers. The group consists of two brothers and a sister. Their latest song, If I Die Young, is at the top of my favorite list right now. Here's a couple examples of the amazing lyrics in this one song:

Who would have thought that forever could be severed by the sharp knife of a short life

A penny for your thoughts, oh no, I'll sell them for a dollar. They're worth so much more after I'm a goner. And maybe then you'll hear the words I been singin'. Funny when you're dead how people start listenin'. (I love that last line. LOVE IT!)

Gather up your tears, keep 'em in your pocket. Save them for a day when you're really gonna need them.

This is why I LOVE country music.

The other one on my replay list: Guinevere by Eli Young Band

She's a Saturday night parade through the streets, that all eyes come to see. Including me.

She carries memories around like souvenirs down in her pockets.

She don't hold on to nothin' new for very long. Yeah she writes you in as just one more tale and then you're gone.

For as much as she stumbled, she's runnin.
For as much as she runs, she's still here.
Always hoping to find something quicker than heaven
To make the damage of her days disappear.
Just like Guinevere.

How about you? What songs are on your replay list right now? What is it about them that makes you play them over and over?

Hero vs. Heroine

2010-07-11T16:15:00.001-05:00

What would the romance genre be without a hero and a heroine? Pretty unexciting if you ask me. But is it important to you that one has more of a lead role in the book you're reading? Do you care if it's the hero? The heroine? Do you enjoy more of a 50/50 split?

These are questions I'm asking myself right now, so I though I'd shoot them to you. I'd love to hear your opinions. Personally I love to be in the heroes head whether I'm writing or reading. There's just something about all that testosterone that intrigues me. What makes the man tick? What makes his heart thump? What makes him pursue or enjoy being pursued? What makes him so strong? What are his weaknesses? Are they just as appealing or a complete turn-off?

But there's also a lot to be said for a strong heroine. I'm not into all the crying and boo-hooing. I like a girl that will take charge, let a few choice words fly now and again and when the time comes...GET THE JOB DONE! I like a heroine that can be an equal to the hero but still like when he sweeps her off her feet or comes along to save the day.

Thoughts on the subject? Do share!

Picking It Apart

2010-06-28T16:43:00.000-05:00

Gone are the days when I could pick up a book, read it cover to cover and just enjoy the story and the characters. Sure I still enjoy reading, but now I pick every book apart. If I like a particular scene, I go back, reread it and figure out what made it work so well. If a character really captures my heart or repels me, I dig deep to figure out why. The same goes for scenes I don't care for or characters that come across as a little blah. I have to know why.

Unfortunately this does take some of the enjoyment out of one of my favorite past times. There are times when I don't even feel like reading (GASP!) because I know that I'm going to rip it apart for the good and the bad.

Is there enough conflict? Is it believable? Did I root for the heroine? The hero? Did I wonder what would happen next or just wanted the author to get on with it already?

I used to believe that every book that's been published was good. Maybe it wasn't my cup of tea, but it got published so it must be good, right? Yeah, NO! I don't believe that anymore. Sometimes I think it's just luck and not good writing. But those instances are few and far between for me. There is tons of quality out there which means a lot of material to help me grow.

How about you? Writers... Are you able to read for pleasure? Readers...What do you do when a book bores you? Do you see it through to the end?

Elle

Fight

2010-06-20T21:49:00.000-05:00

Fight until you can fight no more.

When you are gone, I know you will soar.

No one knows the depths of your sorrow.

Live every day as if there is no tomorrow.

Yes!

2010-06-16T19:34:00.002-05:00

Today was better than Christmas. Amazon.com sent my package a day early. Like I said...better than Christmas. I can't even begin to describe how excited I am. Why, you ask?

This is why.

I've been waiting for it and here it is! The next installment of The Black Dagger Brotherhood! I mean, come on! What more could a girl ask for? I'm going overboard with the exclamation points, but I'm terribly excited! Not only have I been waiting for the next book in the series, I've been waiting for this hero's story in particular since he was first introduced so long ago!!!!

J.R. Ward is fantastic. Her character development is something I strive for. Hey, J.R., if you happen to stop by today, I'd love to have you guest blog sometime. Let me know!

So here's the thing. If you've already read this story, (BERINN) no spoilers please! If you haven't, I'll let you know what I think when I'm finished. And...If by chance you've lived on a different planet for the last couple of years and haven't read this series, picture me grabbing your shoulders and shaking the mess out of you!!!!! This is THE BEST series I have ever read. EVER!

And to my dear sister, Brandy...I need my books back when you're done! I think I need to re-read the entire series.

I have nothing left to say except, keep it down, I'm reading over here!

~~Elle

What's In A Name

2010-06-12T09:36:00.002-05:00

The decision to use a pen name was a no brainer for me. Personally I have a lot of names and if I could have more, there's no doubt in my mind that I'd take those on too and wear them with pride.

Our parents pick our names for us, but what if that's not the name we were meant to be? What if we don't feel like a Sue, Kimberly, Gretchen or Barbara? What if we feel like an Emily, Patricia, McKenzie or Justen? We could change our name legally (which I did-even if it was only the middle name) and I think that we should if we feel strongly about it.

Were my parents happy that I changed part of my name? I'm sure not. I hesitated to talk to them in great detail about it because I was certain they would object, but this was just something I felt I had to do. So I did and I now go by my "chosen" middle name rather than the first name that is still legally mine. Maybe someday I'll go back. You never know.

I also chose to use a pen name for many reasons. The first is that I love names and wanted a really great one for writing. I visualized my signature, the bold print on the front of my first published novel, the business cards, the bookmarks, the website, the way it rolls off my tongue. I have become Elle J Rossi in every way possible. I love it!

Another reason is because I didn't want to feel restricted. If I use my real name, everyone would know it was me and I would hesitate to write about certain things. I would most definitely hold back. What kind of writer would I be if I worried about being judged? If I held back?

I am a wife and a mother. They're proud of me and I am proud of my writing, but I didn't want them to have to answer questions or have other parents judge my children based on my love for romantic fiction.

I do, however, want to catch one of those parents with an Elle J Rossi book in hand so I can smile mischievously!

How about you? Do you use a pen name? If so, why? Do you use your real name? Do you feel you hold back because of it? And readers and writers alike--If you could have chosen any real name for yourself, what would it have been?

I'm also thrilled to say that I have created a new website for myself! Stop by and let me know what you think! Elle J Rossi

The Coffee Chronicles

2010-06-09T08:01:00.001-05:00

Phew! Crazy hectic life going on right now. I'm sure that's pretty normal for most of us. It's been quite awhile since I've posted here at Loud Whispers, but I plan to rectify that and be more consistent. That's a promise to myself and you.

I've decided to start something called The Coffee Chronicles and may even change the look of my blog. (but not the name)

I guess I should Google it and make sure it doesn't already exist. It probably does. It's pretty hard these days to come up with some completely original.

Why The Coffee Chronicles? Because I love coffee of course. It's not just the taste. It's the smell, the feel, the experience. The best coffee experience? Coffee with friends. Sitting around a table talking, catching up, bouncing ideas off of each other. To me, nothing compares.

So let's do this. Let's talk, catch up, bounce ideas off each other. It's an open forum, folks. The possibilities are endless.

And for those that don't like coffee (ahem, Edie) don't you worry, we have all kinds of tea here too. And for those that don't care for tea or coffee (ahem, Tori) we also have Diet Coke! For those who drink it black (ahem, Beth) I've made it especially strong. And for those who like a little something extra in their coffee (ahem, Alyson and me) the bar is fully stocked and open.

Let The Coffee Chronicles begin!

I'll start. Do you think it's possible to build an entire story around coffee? My contemporary (still a WIP) is just that. Sure there are other elements, but the foundation, the premise is coffee. Any thoughts? Ideas on how I can expand on this?

~~Elle~~

The World Known as Lemra

2010-05-25T20:52:00.000-05:00

Hi all! A quick post to let you know that I'm still searching for a name for my bad guys. But, I have decided to use one of Berin's suggestions for the realm that they live in. It works really well in the story. The realm is known as Lemra and nothing but pure evil resides there. Fun, huh? So thanks to everyone who participated and if you have any more ideas, send them my way.

Miss Berinn, If you would please send me your address, a prize will be on its way!

~~Elle

It's Brainstorming Time

2010-05-18T18:42:00.000-05:00

It's brainstorming time and all of you can help. But this isn't just any brainstorming session. No way. This particular session has an award. I'll let you know what it is at the end of this post.

I need you to be as creative as possible. I'm going to describe a creature/breed/species to you. Your job is to come up with names for it. Anything goes. I'll pick the one I think suits it best.

It's evil. It tends to work in a group. Very well trained in persuasion and all fighting tactics. It is surrounded by a dark aura/shadow that only few can see. In the human realm, it can morph to blend. In it's own realm, it flashes between beautiful and horrific. It stands about 6 foot tall. Very committed to the leader. This is most likely due to fear. Can sense and track magick. Travels between realms through portals.

Okay. Give me everything you've got. The winner will receive a gift certificate to Starbucks! And for you tea drinkers, they've got that too. No Starbucks in your area? Then pick out a paperback book of your choice and I'll send it to you.

~~Elle

Oh, yeah!

2010-05-16T19:37:00.000-05:00

Life is good, folks. Life. Is. Good.

Today we're focusing on the good stuff. Each commenter must share something good going on in their life. It's contagious. I promise.

~~Elle

Up To My Knees In It

2010-05-10T13:28:00.000-05:00

It's been awhile since I've last blogged here at Loud Whispers. I've been busy and it's all good. Right now I am knee deep in revisions. Revisions, you say? Yep. That's right. I'm not quite finished with my paranormal and I'm already revising. This weekend I'm attending the WisRWA conference and just in case an editor or agent would like to see more, I'm fine tuning the first 3 chapters.

I've added here, cut there, moved scenes around, but most importantly, I've discovered a lot about my heroine. Meera has remained a bit of a mystery to me until now.

Her story has unfolded beautifully and while it is tragic, it is also inspiring. Magick is what we make of it. It can be used for good or evil. But what happens when it's new to you and both sides are calling for you to do their bidding? How can one that has no idea just how powerful she is know if she's choosing the right path?

How can any of us know for certain we've chosen the best path?

~~Elle

Uh Oh

2010-04-30T17:19:00.001-05:00

It's happened again. All it takes is one incident, one little idea to get my wheels turning. The hamster in my head is getting a real workout.

So there I was, minding my own business. I'd jumped in my big black truck, turned out of the driveway on my way to pick my daughter up at school. I'd allowed about 10 extra minutes. The reason? I wanted to read. I have so little time to do so, therefore I sneak it in when I can.

Where was I? Oh, yes...as I pulled out of my driveway, I spotted my neighbor from across the street. I had to laugh. We have this running joke. She always says she never sees me until summer. She calls me a recluse. It's not that. I just hate being cold, so you don't catch me outside playing in the snow with my kids. Ever.

Anyway, I decided to stop and chat for a few minutes. Other than the occasional wave from the inside of my truck, I haven't conversed with her since, well, last summer. She's hilarious. She knows everything about everybody, including the young couple that just moved in next door. I haven't even seen them yet, but she knows name, age, occupation and even what they paid for their home. Hilarious!

Several cars drove by as we were talking and even though I had pulled off to the side of the road, I received more than my fair share of glares. Big shrug! I was just being neighborly. Sue me.

Are you wondering where I'm going with this? I know I am. We talked for a good 12-13 minutes, making me late to pick up my daughter. Even though there were several, SEVERAL children still waiting with her, she was sure to give me an ear full about having to wait FOREVER. Anyone with kids knows what I'm talking about.

We then went to the grocery store for fried chicken. It's been a long week and I had ZERO desire to cook. While there, we ran into the same people we always run into. Said many hellos and have a great weekend. Then what would normally take us 2 minutes to get home from the grocery store, took at least 7. Major construction going on on the little, but major street. Ugh. How long will this go on?

I'm getting there. I promise. We finally made it home about 1 hour after I'd initially left home. No reading time, mind you, but maybe something better:

AN IDEA FOR MY NEXT BOOK

I won't go into right now. I need to finish this book first, but I'm so excited that another idea is brewing. And all it took was a friendly hello to my neighbor.

How about you? Ever had a very minor event present a very MAJOR idea? Do share!

~~Elle

Power

2010-04-24T08:40:00.000-05:00

Writer: one that writes

Determination:  the act of deciding definitely and firmly; also : the result of such an act of decision : firm or fixed intention to achieve a desired end

Inspiration:  the action or power of moving the intellect or emotions

Goal:  the end toward which effort is directed

Persevere:  to persist in a state, enterprise, or undertaking in spite of counterinfluences, opposition, or discouragement

Confidence:  faith or belief that one will act in a right, proper, or effective way

Community:  a group of people with a common characteristic or interest living together within a larger society

Achieve:  to carry out successfully

~~Elle~~

Minor Distraction

2010-04-18T13:57:00.000-05:00

I want a new website. I want. I want. I want. It's not a necessity or even a priority at this point, but still, I want it. I rationalize this by saying if my website is more professional, I will be too. I'll work harder, write more, write better, be the next phenom. Am I crazy? Of course I am. I'm all right with that. I think it takes a certain amount of loon to be a writer. A certain amount of over the top personality. We're bigger than life--or at least we are in our own minds. See? LOON!

There are several websites out there that I like. Let me be honest...there are several websites I covet. I'd love to have them, but there are not mine to be had, so instead I will dream of what my professional website will look like and wonder how many people will admire it.

Here's a few that knock my socks off:

Author Jenny Crusie.

Author Linda Wisdom.

Author Karen Marie Moning.

Author Sherrilyn Kenyon.

Author Lisa Jackson.

How about you? Have a website? Want a new one? Is there one that knocks your socks off?

~~Elle

I Think I Just Shot Myself

2010-04-09T17:09:00.000-05:00

I've been reading several posts on perseverance, courage, strength and self-sabotage. The first are positive. The last is also known as shooting yourself in the foot. Interesting thing is, self-sabotage happens everyday. We just don't realize the harm we're causing to others, ourselves and maybe most importantly...our writing careers. I say 'career' because that's exactly what it is. For most of us it's either a second career or an additional one.

So, if we take, for instance, the career that actually helps to pay our bills (assuming we're an unpublished writer or a writer that must also work a full time job), would we expect to be able to talk trash about a co-workers "methods" or the "quality of their craft" and still find that we work in a happy, cohesive, positive work environment with the potential to climb the ladder?

I think not.

Then why do we feel the need to offer up scathing critiques of others work? Work they poured their heart and soul into?

Would we ask our boss for a raise while he/she is using the facilities? That's a big woppin' NO! Instead we would set up a meeting to discuss what we have and will contribute so that the company may continue to grow. We would do this in a professional manner in a professional setting dressed in appropriate and professional attire.

Would we discuss the color of our underwear, our bodily functions, how much we drank the night before with a potential client? A potential employer? Not a good idea. Then why do we put that up on our blogs, twitter about it and blow up FB with nonsense?

It's called self-sabotage and we only have ourselves to blame. I, for one, plan to make a change for the positive. I plan to think before I respond. Consider all the possible ramifications before I chime in with a negative or senseless comment. I challenge you all to do the same.

Please share. When is the last time you sabotaged yourself?

~~Elle

Fly, Pops, Fly

2010-04-07T20:49:00.000-05:00

A video in honor of a truly great man...

~Elle

The Day I Gave Birth on a Bus

2010-04-01T05:00:00.002-05:00

I am excited to share one of my favorite authors with you today. Am I biased? Not in the least. So ladies and gentlemen, please welcome multi-published author and my sister, the incredibly talented, Beth Ciotta.

Two summers ago, I took a bus up to New York City to have lunch with my agent, my editor, and a senior editor. It was a casual get together although my agent asked me to have a couple of new story pitches ready. Just in case. My then-current book contract was nearing its end and should my editor ask if I had something new in mind, my agent wanted me to be prepared.

As it happened, I had two ideas that I was super excited about. Two ideas for two separate trilogies that I’d been musing for some time. I had a good grasp, no, a great grasp on those stories. One was paranormal. One was historical western adventure. On the bus ride up, it occurred to me that I should probably have a contemporary pitch. My first three books with HQN were contemporary romantic comedies. What if they wanted more of the same?

Uh . . . why I didn’t think of that a day or five before, I don’t know. Luckily, the bus ride was 2 ½ hours one way. Surely I could come up with a strong idea within that time.

I mused and mused. Jotted down a few concepts on a notepad. Mused some more. Suddenly I remembered an idea that I’d had years ago. It wasn’t fleshed out at all. Just a very basic idea about a small town woman whose life was the same day in and day out year after year. A woman who, bored out of her gourd, went a little berserk on her next birthday and, wanting to do something out of the ordinary, took a different route into town and . . . drove up behind a car that had a pair of legs sticking out of a trunk.

That’s it. That’s all I had. But the mile markers were flying by and I was sort of desperate. I piddled around on my note pad and came up with this.

OUT OF THE ORDINARY

(romantic comedy with a twist of suspense – Gilmore Girls meets The Sopranos)

After lamenting nothing exciting ever happens in her small town, a shoe boutique owner shucks her loafers in favor of eccentric footwear, takes a new route into work… and stumbles upon two men stuffing a dead body into the trunk of a car. Unfortunately, no one in town believes her, including the cynical town sheriff, until a mobster books up the local hotel.

I felt pretty good about the pitch and just prayed they didn’t ask me details, because I didn’t have any details. Zip. Zero. The only reason I didn’t panic was because I was fairly certain it wouldn’t come to that because my other two pitches were so strong and so stinking fun and interesting (in my humble opinion) that they’d brush aside the contemporary pitch in favor of one of the other two. You know. The two ideas I’d been musing for months.

The food was great. The company lovely. The opportunity arose and I delivered my three ideas. You know. The two pitches I was super excited about and the one I pulled out of my, er, butt.

And which pitch do you think they both were excited about?

Uh, huh. The story I’d given birth to on the bus. The one I didn’t know at all! I was stunned. I was . . . shaking in my funky boots.

Could I have a synopsis to them in a couple of days? they wanted to know.

Uh. Sure.

I’m happy to say that, once I dug in, that kernel of an idea blossomed into a complex, zany, romantic adventure. Although the actual story veered somewhat (Okay. A lot.) from the synopsis, it did stay pretty true to the pitch. I worried a little because, although OUT OF EDEN is quite tender and humorous, there are some seedy elements as well. What would reviewers think? Imagine my joy when some pretty fantastic reviews started rolling in last month, including enthusiastic mentions in Publishers Weekly and RT BookReviews. Hmm. Maybe there’s something to be said for spontaneous, underdeveloped ideas.

Today is the official release day of OUT OF EDEN. I’m on pins and needles hoping this quirky story warms the hearts of readers. It was a challenge and an adventure to write and I’m over the moon by the feedback thus far. If you like humor and mystery, quirky small towns, quirky characters, a loveable heroine and a hunky tortured hero, you might go for OUT OF EDEN. Oh, and there’s a dog. Who can resist a dog?

What about you? Have you ever pitched a last minute idea (for any project/reason at all) and been caught with your pants down? Do share!

Multi-published, award-winning author, Beth Ciotta, lives in New Jersey with her husband, two zany dogs, and one crazy cat. To learn more about her quirky books and chaotic life you can visit her Web site at www.bethciotta.com For a dose of random madness visit her official blog at bethciotta.blogspot.com

Ghanem

2010-03-25T21:13:00.001-05:00

A few weeks ago, I posted an excerpt from my paranormal, Cloaked. That excerpt featured my heroine Meera. This time I'd like to feature my hero. His name is Ghanem and I have to admit, writing in his POV is my favorite. I know Ghanem well and today I'd like to share a bit of his struggle with you. What would a hero be without conflict, right?

I hope you enjoy this excerpt of CLOAKED.

It’d been hours. The sun had set, the moon was high and still the two Dockalfar were tight lipped. So far nothing they’d done had persuaded them to talk. Ghanem’s patience was spent. He paced the length of the abandoned warehouse, his footsteps echoing in the emptiness, and left the next session of interrogation to his brother. While he dreaded what had to be done to get answers, Thane reveled in it. Chalk that up to being a demon. Once upon a time, Ghanem would’ve been having the time of his life. But once upon a time was no longer and watching as another suffered made his stomach churn.

“Buck up, bro. Remorseful eyes won’t get us the answers you need.”

He stopped pacing long enough to nail his brother with an exasperated stare. “There’s got to be another way. Obviously this method,” Ghanem swept his arm towards the suit’s unconscious body, “isn’t working.”

“Ah, but it will. I’m just getting warmed up. I’m about to go full demon up in here and you’ll be thanking me for it when we’re that much closer to getting you what you want.” Already Thane’s horns were elongating, anticipation evident.

What did he want? Ghanem walked to the small window and wiped his bare hand across it to remove the grime. He ended up with a small clearing and dirt mixed with dried blood on his hand. He stared out at the dark night and watched as a lone car drove down the snow-covered street. He was that car. Or he had been until an opportunity had presented itself. Now instead of being alone, he had his brother by his side and a chance to reunite with the rest of his family and take back what was rightfully his. That’s what he wanted and there was only one way to get it.

Resolved, Ghanem shoved away from the window and let the years of anger and loneliness wash through his system. He felt the old but familiar feeling start in his chest. It burned through his veins and made its way down his legs and up the corded muscles of his neck. He felt the strength of it. His shirt ripped across his back as the muscles strained against the fibers.

Ghanem threw back his shoulders and roared as pain ripped through his system.

“Aw shit, Ghan. It’s too soon.”

But it was too late. The transformation was starting. This was what he had waited for for over two hundred years. Power.

Ghanem went down on all fours. The pain was horrific. If he could just make it through, he’d be that much closer to getting back to his true form. Getting back to his sister. And maybe one day getting a chance to make up with his father.

“Breathe through it, fratello. Breathe through it. You’re not ready.”

Ghanem saw the worry in Thane’s eyes, but was too weak to speak. The power was receding. The pain, too much. He was failing. His vision dimmed once and then twice. He shook his head fighting with what little strength he had left. He would not pass out. They didn’t have their answers. He couldn't pass out.

The last thing he saw was the suit’s shoes as they walked up behind his brother.

~~Elle~~

One Hotty Too Many

2010-03-22T19:51:00.000-05:00

So here's the thing. I know what I like and can rarely be swayed. Here's an example. I recently watched the second movie in the Twilight series. I've yet to read the books, though after seeing movies 1 and 2, I'm pretty convinced that I need to. Anyway, my friends and I are arguing about the 2 "heroes". For me, there is only one and that is Edward Cullen. I know that he is supposed to be 17 in the story, but I'm okay with that. I can totally transport myself back a decade, ahem, or two. Jacob Black doesn't do it for me. At all. Nothing against Taylor Lautner. I just prefer the vamp over the wolf. Big time.

I tried to explain this, but the questions kept coming! My friends were really into Jacob Black. But don't you think he's sweet? Not really. But don't you think he's adorable? Not seeing it. Isn't he ripped? I guess. He's so HOT. Don't you think? LADIES!!!! He doesn't do it for me. I'm a total Edward type of gal. Still, they don't get it.

I think the thing is that I am a one guy gal. I've read other books where the heroine is torn between two incredibly hot men and while I enjoy the story, I just don't get it. I know from the get go, which one she should go with. No offense to anyone who's written those books, but really, when do we ever get a chance to choose between 2 equally great candidates? Yeah, never. I know, it's fiction, but I prefer for conflict to come from other sources. Just my opinion, folks.

And for all those who have read and finished the Twilight series, I beg you...No Spoilers PLEASE. If Bella doesn't end up with Edward I may have to hurt someone!

How about you? Do you dig multiple heroes or are you a one hotty gal? And fellows, would you like to have to choose between two equally intriguing women?

~Elle