One Insular Tahiti by Thea Atkinson.

click on over to Kate Policani’s blog to see this new review! I’m so stoked. Thanks, Kate

I’m thrilled to tell you that The Farthest Reaches blog run by Jason C McIntyre is running an interview with me today. Why am I so thrilled? Well, I met JC on twitter and he has proven himself to be a veritable fount of information that’s useful AND usable to nummies like me. He’s got it goin’ on, as they say. He has a huge following and everyone is always ready to listen to what he has to say. When he first RT’d a tweet of mine to his over…I don’t know…million followers, I swear my heart just stopped. He’s friendly, encouraging, and ultimately one of the funnest people I have on my list. Sometimes he sends out these really neat messages that make me run right over to his blog. And…heres’ the kicker for me…he’s Canadian. Yay Canucks!

One of my favorite of his covers is for Thalo Blue. It really speaks to me. Just not sure what it is the pulls me right to it, but my eyes are drawn.

Sigh. the feeling a writer gets when a reader ‘gets’ the story. You know, I’m feeling it right now. Tracy Riva is an articulate and insightful reader. you should really check out her blog….and not just because she gave Anomaly a big thumbs up.

A quick quote: “J is a rich and multifaceted character. He comes across so well on the page. Kind, infinitely human, with just enough smart ass thrown in to cause him trouble.”

sigh.

I just got word that I’ll be in two extra places this week and I’m thrilled to bits. I have an interview over at Robert Scarlato’s wonderful blog, Tales and Troubled Times of a HungryWriter and I have a recipe over at Mel Comley’s blog.

Please do visit both and let them know they didn’t take a chance on me for nothing.

Please please check out this blog to see what Big Al said about Anomaly. He was uber kind and genuinely got the story. I’m so thrilled to have been reviewed here and only just found it today. I hope he doesn’t mind me pulling a quote from his review, “Anomaly is also an excellent example of why the rise of Indie publishing we’re experiencing is a good thing.”

I’m particularly proud of that line. grin

Check me out. I’m not quite as articulate for JE Taylor as I would have hoped. Not sure what I was on…or what I wasn’t (caffeine) but I didn’t do too badly. While you’re there, check out all the other interviews of peeps that are pretty daggone interesting.

Linda is another indie writer who offers readers books via Kindle (and other platforms), and she has a blog where she interviews other indies and reviews their books. Great resource full of news and samples and well, for today, ME!

check out how she managed to blend my incoherent thoughts into something that actually looks articulate.

Then Digg, Stumble, Tweet, and FB share the hell out of it. grin

Great lil indie author spot. Check it out. Spalding’s Racket

Just in case anybody is interested…sure. there might be somebody. One body. a person who is interested.

yah.

I’m working out the bugs in my novella to publish. It’s the planned opening frame for the new series I’m writing with Theta Mae as the main protag.

So here’s a bit of that, just out of curiosity. Feel free to tell me how wonderful I am, or conversely, curse the heavens that i put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard)

Before

Wa-whump. Wa-whump. Wa-whump.

Darkness. Floating.

Space.

Wa-whump.

Warmth. Wa-whump.

Contentment.

Dark still. Wa-whump. Wa-whump. Floating free. Less space. Wa-whump. Wa-whump. Wa-whump. Love comes. I’m warm.

Her heartbeat is clear, even here in this darkness. I hear two heartbeats, but they move together so they could easily be one sound with just the merest of echoes coming after. There’s less room for me to move than before. Still, I feel wanted; everything is as it should be. She speaks to me through the thin veil of skin that separates us, and traces the bottom of my foot. I press against her hand with the part that is my sole and I hear voices then.

They speak to each other, those on the outside. Her voice, familiar now even though I’ve only heard it few times before, sounds without and within, echoes as my own heartbeat does, as sound waves moving through water. While this other, a brusque voice, sounds muted, disconnected.

She speaks to this other, “The time is near.”

He answers back. “Yes?”

And then his hand presses against my bottom. I can’t help but squirm away from it.  His touch is not tender like hers. Only she knows how to press gently against her skin to feel mine against it, as if we were one flesh and that my sense is her sense. We are one. I take her air. I take her food. I take her blood. From her bones and flesh she has stitched this garment for me. And I must remember when I am born that I should be eternally grateful. I hope I can remember.

The space she has provided is too small now. There’s less and less air in the liquid that moves into my mouth and down into my lungs. I’m cramped. I need air, real air with a shimmer of golden rays. Those rays that come from the great mother, the great father that I remember so vividly from before the time when I was here. So great is that presence that it shines throughout eternity, yet it’s not strong enough to find me in this confined womb. I have been away from that grace too long. I’m tired of imbibing it secondhand, through my belly, through her blood. It is used up before it gets to me, and I need to get to the outside. I need to feel grace on this fleshy garment and have it transformed into my breath.

If I stretch…if I press my feet against her skin, and my head against her bone, I may be able to find the air. The grace.