Tuesday, 28 August 2012

Where I spill my guts trying to update you with stuff...


I realize I've been posting a lot of promotional stuff lately - book launches, book reviews and the like - but not much else. Well, here's a bit of an update as to what i've been up to both on a personal front as well as um well, the more writerly stuff. 

  • I've got a new website! If you've been around for a bit, you might have noticed that I've changed things around this blog recently. This was done mainly so that it isn't such a far cry from what my new website looks like. Pop on by to www.annatsp.com for a look-see! You might have also noticed, but I'll point it out again anyway - the old natzthinks address now redirects you to blog.annatsp.com. The website and this blog is still a bit of a work in progress so I hope you'll bear with me!
  • On that same front, I'm trying out what Facebook pages looks like (and being a little unsure what to do with it) but if you like, you can like me at www.facebook.com/annatansp where I'll try to give you more writerly type updates than I do on this blog! (The key word at this moment being "try".)
  • On the writing front, I've compiled a book of my flash fiction surrounding my recent musical drama script, A Place to call Home. Most of these are pieces I've put up here for #fridayflash but there are some all new pieces as well. I'm currently waiting for the cover before I start the arduous (so I heard) process of the Smashwords meat grinder so expect news on that really soon!
  • Which leads me to the fact that I'm also currently editing 2011's A to Z challenge and that should be up in ebook format hopefully soon too! It's just a matter of whether I get too distracted with:
  • iBridge camp! This time it's a four hour drive down to Kuala Lumpur on Thursday(30/8) for four days full of fun! Will be coming back on Sunday (2/9). 
  • My long-awaited Bali trip will be at the end of Sept and we literally haven't planned anything at all! (Or at least, I haven't) I need to start looking up stuff, making bookings maybe? Doing some kind of itinerary. Oh and confirming my KL dates. I need to change my flight. Sigh.
  • Another acting workshop on the horizon, this time on the 6 & 7 of Oct in KL with Michael Parks Masterson. 

That's most of it at the moment, well that I can think of anyway. 

Monday, 27 August 2012

8 award-winning books on sale - 27 and 28 August

So the other day, I made a new facebook writer friend via another facebook writer friend, and his book sounded interesting, and so here it is. Just helping them spread the word!
(P/S I'm not sure if the one-stop link works because it comes up with a "Kindle Titles are not available in Malaysia" notice, but all the others do.)



Readers! Eight award winners in the 2012 eFestival of Words "Best of the Independent eBook Awards" have grouped together to offer you an amazing opportunity. They've reduced the prices of their award-winning novels to 99 cents for August 27 and 28th!

Whether you like to read mysteries, romance, horror, young adult, women's fiction, or fantasy, this group has it. Are you a writer yourself? Do you want to learn all about digitally publishing your next masterpiece? They've got you covered there too.

Get all eight award-winning ebooks for the price of one single paperback!



Award Winners

Best Mystery/Suspense: Dead is the New Black by Christine DeMaio-Rice
Best Non-Fiction: DIY/Self-Help: Let's Get Digital by David Gaughran
Best Horror: 61 A.D. by David McAfee
Best Romance: Deadly Obsession by Kristine Cayne
Best Young Adult: The Book of Lost Souls by Michelle Muto
Best Fantasy/Urban Fantasy and Best NovelThe Black God's War by Moses Siregar III
Best Chick Lit/Women's LitCarpe Bead'em by Tonya Kappes
Award for Best Twist ("I've Been Shyamalaned"): The Survival of Thomas Ford by John A.A. Logan

Here's a one-stop shopping link for your convenience: http://amzn.to/MO7qBY

Book Blurbs

Dead is the New Black by Christine DeMaio-Rice
Laura Carnegie gave up on the man of her dreams a long time ago. He's fashion designer Jeremy St. James, and not only is he her boss, everyone knows he's gay.

When the woman who holds the company purse strings is found dead in the office, and Jeremy's arrested for the murder, everything changes. If Laura can just solve this crime, keep the cops off her tail, break up a counterfeiting ring, and get the show on the runway by Friday, she might stop being Seventh Avenue's perpetual loser.

If you love Project Runway, or enjoyed The Devil Wears Prada, try Dead Is the New Black.


Let's Get Digital by David Gaughran
This guide contains over 60,000 words of essays, articles, and how-to guides, as well as contributions from 33 bestselling indie authors including J Carson Black, Bob Mayer, Victorine Lieske, Mark Edwards, and many more.

It covers everything from how the disruptive power of the internet has changed the publishing business forever to the opportunities this has created for writers. It gives you practical advice on editing, cover design, formatting, and pricing. And it reveals marketing tips from blogging and social networking right through to competitions, discounts, reviews, and giveaways.

If you are considering self-publishing, if you need to breathe life into your flagging sales, or if you want to understand why it's a great time to be a writer, Let's Get Digital: How To Self-Publish, And Why You Should will explain it all.


61 A.D. by David McAfee
61 A.D. For ten years, Taras has lived in the young city of Londinium, feeding off the city’s underbelly. But now Theron, his old enemy, has come looking for revenge, and Taras’ nights of living in relative peace are about to end.

Yet not even Theron can slip into town unnoticed, and the Council of Thirteen sends Ramah to deal with the two renegades once and for all. But unknown to the Council, a much older enemy is also in Londinium, and this time even the great Ramah might not be safe.

Set against the backdrop of the Iceni uprising in Roman-era Britannia, 61 A.D. continues the story of Taras, Theron, and Ramah, as they fight their way through history.


Deadly Obsession by Kristine Cayne
Nic Lamoureux's perfect movie star life is shattered by a stalker who threatens any woman close to him. When he meets photographer Lauren James, the attraction is instant--and mutual. She's exactly the sort of woman he craves, but the stalker makes deadly clear Lauren is the competition.
And the competition must be eliminated.

"Stock up on ice cubes because this is definitely one sizzling debut. Readers will be hooked from the first sentence- on the book and on Nic! As rich as a white chocolate cheesecake, Cayne's entrance into the suspense genre is invigorating, explosive and simply intoxicating." ~ RT Book Reviews Top Pick


The Book of Lost Souls by Michelle Muto
When teen witch Ivy MacTavish changes a lizard into her date for a Halloween dance, everything turns to chaos. And when no one is powerful enough to transform him back except Ivy, it sparks the rumor: Like father, like daughter. Worse, someone has used an evil spell book to bring back two of history's most nefarious killers.

Ivy's got a simple plan to set things right: find the real dark spell caster, steal the book, and reverse the spell. No problem! But first, she’ll have to deal with something more dangerous than murderous spirits: the school’s hotter-than-brimstone demon bad boy, Nick Marcelli. Demons are about as hard to handle as black magic, and Ivy soon discovers it’s going to take more than a lot of luck and a little charm if she wants to clear her status as a dark witch, get a warm-blooded boyfriend, and have her former date back to eating meal worms before the week’s end


The Black God's War by Moses Siregar III
Against the backdrop of epic warfare and the powers of ten mysterious gods, Lucia struggles to understand The Black One.

Her father-king wants war.
Her messianic brother wants peace.
The black god wants his due.
She suffers all the consequences.

"Moses is a fine writer deserving of success, and I think that it will follow ... I really enjoyed Moses's work." - David Farland, NYT Bestselling Author of The Runelords


Carpe Bead'em by Tonya Kappes
Hallie Mediate was raised by her (slightly) crazy Great Aunt Grace on the wrong side of the tracks in Cincinnati. Hallie escapes her hometown and never looks back.

That is, until she’s transferred back to the hometown. Not wanting her past to cross paths with her future, Hallie puts her life on hold.

Aunt Grace is still up to her old tricks, but Hallie finds some sanity at a local jewelry-making class where she uncovers a hidden talent for beading.

Will she keep searching for the happiness she may already have found?



The Survival of Thomas Ford by John A.A. Logan

Thomas Ford is the only survivor of the car crash which killed his wife. He is also the only witness who would be willing to identify the young, reckless driver who caused the crash. But the driver would sooner see Thomas Ford dead than ever let that happen.








Happy Reading!

Friday, 24 August 2012

Not all who wander are lost, and all that #fridayflash

Fingers scrabbling against the wall. Reaching, pulling, but never quite able to find purchase against the tight ropes around her wrists. She lay still as the sound of footsteps echoed down the corridor.

“Not here, not now, not here, not now,” she whispered, eyes squeezed shut. There was a long rattling at the door before it creaked open. She felt her heart sink. The long silence was unnerving. Cautiously, she peeked at the door.

Silhouetted in the doorway was a hulk of a man, leaning in, his head cocked to one side. He stepped into the room, the door swinging shut behind him.

She couldn’t help the sob that escaped her. “No, please, no,” she cried as he loomed over her.

“No?” he said in an amused tone of voice. He squatted beside her, thick fat fingers pushing her head up. He seemed to study her face, even as she searched his.

It was a hard face, his eyes dark and angry. A long scar ran from the edge of his left eyebrow, right across the cheek. He tugged at the end of his ponytail thoughtfully, pulling loose a stray strand of hair away from where it had tangled with stud in his ear.

“And what should I do with you?” he asked oddly as he grabbed her by the arm and roughly hauled her to her feet. A knife seemed to appear from thin air and she shrunk away, her eyes flicking desperately beyond him towards the door. He followed her gaze and chuckled.

“Please, let me go.” She didn’t know where she found the courage to say it, but the words slipped out. Her hands pulled at her tattered clothes, carelessly ripped off by her captor. “You’re not him… Let me go, I won’t tell on you. I won’t report you to the police.”

The man seemed to find that funny. “Come on then,” he said, slashing at the ropes around her wrists. “You won’t report me then, but you’ll report him? You can ID him?”

“Yes,” she stammered.

“How do you know I’m not his boss? How do you know I won’t do worse things to you?”

“You - I, I don’t know. I -”

“Stay there and don’t move,” he said, waving the knife at her.

She nodded mutely, tears streaming down her face. “Please…”

He slipped off his leather jacket, revealing a dragon tattoo that curled around his left biceps and a thick golden chain. “Here, you’ll need this,” he said as he draped the jacket around her shoulders. “Quickly now, we’ve got to get moving. He’ll be back in about an hour and I want clear of this as soon as possible.”

He pulled her by the arm out of the room and through the house to where a car waited by the back gate. He got into the back seat with her and nodded to the waiting driver.

“Found her, and she’s willing to ID him,” he said. “That’s right, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” she said, bewildered.

“Good job, Max,” the driver said. “Though you seem to have scared the wits out of her.”

“Who… who are you?” she asked.

The driver whooped in laughter. “Stuck your foot in it, didn’t you Max? Don’t worry kid. Max here and I are private investigators and we’re taking you home.”

---

There, KK - bondage, escape, long-haired guys and Max (though maybe not the same one) all in the same post. =)

Thursday, 23 August 2012

#bookreview: New Yesterdays by Jim Wright

My twitter friend Jim (@olbigjim) sent me his book way back in May for review purposes and... I was so caught up in a gazillion and one things (work, musical, WORK!, musical, Broadway!) that I delayed and delayed and delayed until... now.
I was trying to get this up yesterday for my Wednesday book review post (like, do I actually ever follow my intended schedule?) but found myself still working at it past midnight. It didn't feel nice to let him wait another week, so here it is... on a Thursday...
Sorry, Jim, for being such a bad friend :(


New YesterdaysNew Yesterdays by Jim L Wright
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

While exploring the old haunted house near his home, Jim stumbles upon a portal to the past. Stuck in the year 1828 for six months until the portal home reopens, Jim builds strong bonds of friendship with his new Cherokee friends. Realising that all he learnt in school about the history of the Cherokees in America, including the Great Removal and the Trail of Tears, would impact the lives of his friends, Jim is faced with the choice - to tell his new friends about their future and likely change the course of history, or to keep silent and let them face their fate?

When I first started reading New Yesterdays (as usual, without bothering to read the blurb) I thought it might turn out to be a horror story, seeing the amount of references to haunted houses and scary movies & stories. I was pleasantly surprised that it turned out to be a classic what-if book based on historical facts. Story-wise, it was a pleasant read, though at times the language shifted from an informal story-telling tone (when relating Jim’s story) to a more formal style (when dealing with the Cherokee war and councils).

A minor detractor to this book (I was reading the epub version - this probably won’t affect print/other versions) was that page numbering appeared haphazardly in between paragraphs. The title also appeared as “Ebook title” rather than the actual book title. More effort put into the formatting of the e-book version would probably have earned it at least another 1/2 a star!

*I received this copy for review purposes from Jim Wright.

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Monday, 20 August 2012

This is taking longer than I expected

I started a little project on Saturday which I thought would be pretty quick.
Except that I'm a little bit of a tech/IT noob and I've been fumbling through some stuff that should probably have been easy for others out there.

At any rate, it's coming together now, and there have been a few changes on this site. And more to come, probably.
I'm excited!
And also a little confused.

So while I'm still working things out and trying to make up my mind (decisions, decisions!) just sit back, relax and go visit some Raya open houses.

Selamat Hari Raya!

Thursday, 16 August 2012

Which Oracle character are you?

And... we're the next stop on the Oracle Blog Tour Olympics!






Oracle
With London gearing up to host the Olympics, the city doesn't need a serial killer stalking the streets, but they've got one anyway.

Leaving a trail of brutal and bizarre murders, the police force is no closer to finding the latest psychopath than Detective Inspector Kurt Lancer is in finding a solution for his daughter's disability.

Thrust into the pressure cooker of a high profile case, the struggling single parent is wound tight as he tries to balance care of his own family with the safety of a growing population of potential victims.

One of whom could be his own daughter.

Fingers point in every direction as the public relations nightmare grows, and Lancer's only answer comes in the form of a single oak leaf left at each crime scene.

Purchase Links: Amazon US | Amazon UK | Barnes & Noble
About the Author
J.C. Martin is a butt-kicking bookworm: when she isn’t reading or writing, she teaches martial arts and self-defence to adults and children.

After working in pharmaceutical research, then in education as a schoolteacher, she decided to put the following to good use: one, her 2nd degree black belt in Wing Chun kung fu; and two, her overwhelming need to write dark mysteries and gripping thrillers with a psychological slant.

Her short stories have won various prizes and have been published in several anthologies. Oracle is her first novel.

Born and raised in Malaysia, J.C. now lives in south London with her husband and three dogs.
Contact: Website | Blog | Twitter | Facebook

Psst... don't forget to drop by at the ORACLE Blog Tour Olympics HQ. The Medals Tally runs until August 31st, so there's still time to get in the running!

Friday, 10 August 2012

The bench #fridayflash

He sat, staring off into space. Life used to happen here. Stories had unfolded. Love was shown. He patted the empty space beside him, wishing that she would appear as she used to, her semi-cutting words, "existential angst, my dear Daniel?"
Her earliest words to him, and her last. Who would have thought?
"Dad, what are you doing here? We've been looking all over for you," Henry said, folding his arms, narrowing his eyes.
"Just... thinking," Daniel replied, looking at his gnarled hands, twisting the single gold band. We can make it work... We made it work.
Charmaine pulled away from her father and sat beside her grandfather, nestling into his side, just like Diane used to. "Are you thinking about Grandma again?"
"Just a little. We used to sit here a lot, you know. Just the two of us."
"Just the two of you?"
"Well, just the two of us and God."
Henry made an impatient sound, glancing at his watch. "Dad, we need to go."
"Go on then. Leave me here."
"Don't be difficult."
"I told you before, I don't need to visit her grave. This was where she was when she died, with me in the garden."
"You were in the hospital - "
"In our hearts, Henry. In our hearts." He looked up at his son wearily. "You don't understand, do you? Then again, you never had much of an imagination. Where did you first meet Sheila?"
"What's that got to do with anything?"
"Just tell me. Humour an old man."
Henry shrugged. "The coffee shop down the street, I guess."
"Still go there much?"
"Yea, sometimes."
"This was where we truly first met. You never forget. I used to talk to the trees, throwing out my grouses at God. She'd come up behind me and laugh at me. This was our place. I don't need a grave to remember her. I just need... to be here."
"But Grandpa, other people don't know here."
He sat for a while, gripping the edge of the bench. "I guess you're right, little girl."
"Grandpa, I'm not little! I'm fourteen!"
"Just the age I was when I first met this bench." Slowly, he stood to go.
As he walked down the familiar neighbourhood, flanked by his son and his granddaughter, he could hear Diane's laugh through the trees.
Existential angst, my dear replacement Matthew? You've proved them wrong, Daniel. 

---

Our show opens tonight.
=)
8 pm
10th and 11th August 2012
Penang Christian Centre.

Monday, 23 July 2012

The Backworlds Book 2 is Out!


So I've been really busy these past few weeks, leading to the lack of posts. This will likely continue until AFTER our musical on the 10th and 11th of August. No promises that I'll really be back after that though. I hope I am. I just might need some time to recuperate. :)

At any rate, M. Pax's sequel is now out - read about it here and head over to get your copy! (I'm going to... once I actually HAVE time to read.) 


The sequel to The Backworlds is now available. Craze and his friends continue their adventures in Stopover at the Backworlds’ Edge. See what role chocolate plays in the galaxy this time.

The interstellar portal opens, bringing in a ship that should no longer exist. A battleship spoiling for a fight, yet the war with Earth ended two generations ago. The vessel drops off a Water-breather, a type of Backworlder thought to be extinct. She claims one of Craze’s friends is a traitor who summoned the enemy to Pardeep Station. A betrayal worse than his father’s, if Craze lives to worry about it.





Available for all ereaders from:

iTunes and Kobo will be available shortly.

If you haven’t read The Backworlds yet, it’s available as a free read from many outlets. See HERE for links. [http://mpaxauthor.com/the-backworlds-series/backworlds-the/]


Mary spends her summers as a star guide at Pine Mountain Observatory in stunning Central Oregon where she lives with the husband unit and two loving cats. She writes science fiction mostly and has a slight obsession with Jane Austen. Mary blogs at http://www.mpaxauthor.com/blog/

Saturday, 14 July 2012

A Place To Call Home: The Musical - Teaser (2012)

Oh lookie lookie look!
Our teaser is out!
Slightly less than a month to show day! :D

Monday, 9 July 2012

On channeling Michael Parks Masterson

I was not made to be a director. I suck at it. I mean. I hate telling people what to do. Really. Like really, really really really.

And also, I'm bad at teaching people what to do. Because like, if I know it you should know it too, right? It's like in my head. And I can do it. But I can't tell you how to do it. Or exactly what you should do. (This is also why I should never become a teacher).

I mean, I don't know. How into specifics does a director get? I'm trying to describe what it should look like, but I can't give it to you in specific details about every single thing.

If I were to actually try to tell you like how I think it should be done, I would just have to act it for you. In which case, I should be the actor, and you should be... um. And then it wouldn't work anyway, because the way I do stuff probably isn't going to look or sound natural to you and then you would be awkward, and then I would be even more -

Let's just leave it at that. 

So I've been taking a biiiig breath and recalling Broadway Penang, and attempting to channel Mike. Except it's not working. Instead of sounding in command and like I know what I'm doing, I come out sounding like deranged-PMSing-fire-breathing-dragon-ogress-hulk.

Which is sad.

=(

Well yeah anyway. I have awesome co-directors who channel Mike much better, even if they don't know who he is. DO COME WATCH OKAY. 


P/S: Yes, this is the musical/script I've been talking about since last year, if you've been following this page for that long.

PP/S: I'm sorry I've been gone for so long. Life happened. The musical is happening. WORK IS KILLING ME, mainly because when I get home I'm too lazy to do anything else. 

PPP/S: Which reminds me, why is it that when people find out what I do, they ask me when I'm leaving and/or how I stayed for so long? I really don't know. 

PPPP/S: Facebook is a place for misinformation. In case you were wondering about the PP/S and PPP/S above. 

Saturday, 23 June 2012

Indicinelive IV - is nothing sacred?

Step aside SNL, Little Britain and MADtv: The Kuala Lumpur Performing Arts Centre’s sought-after sketch-comedy revue returns this year with its biggest and boldest installment to date! Premiering in 2010, INDICINELIVE! (in-dee-SEE-nee-live-!) satirizes the insane society we live in through a high-octane line-up of every-day characters, familiar situations, and parodies of songs we’ve heard and are all too familiar with. INDICINELIVE! is, essentially, a generous serving of how we see the world in fun-sized pieces – nothing quite like laughing at ourselves at the end of the day.

I didn't really intend to see this but went along when a friend of mine asked. I'm sorry if I'm a boring, prudish little bookworm, but I'm not really into comedy, especially crude comedy.
With the "mature audiences" warning, (emphasised over twitter a few times by Alvin) I kind of suspected what type of sketches would be staged but I guess I didn't expect some to be, well, simply put, that crude. Or maybe with my writer's mind I needed some point to be behind the crudity. Well, some did. But it was a little too much over the top.

That aside, the pieces I enjoyed were brilliant pieces of satire, touching on subjects like the NFC scandal, our First Lady, that girl - whats-her-name - about the towing of the cars in Penang, that wives club thing, the ballet ban fiasco - you get the drift. They weave seamlessly from scene to scene, as well as from language to language. Really, talking about that, the staging is brilliant. Props are minimal, mostly making use of wooden blocks, chairs and video/media. The cast are in and out of the stage within seconds, with restaging done in those short moments just by rearranging the blocks. The cast themselves are solid, give and take a few flat notes in some of the songs.

This is definitely NOT the show to watch if you still have sensitivities intact.

Details on the remaining shows at PenangPAC (until Sunday) on facebook here.
Extremely detailed review online here, in case you really need to know what you're getting into. 

Oh yes, no mikes were used in Stage 2 of PenangPAC, so you might want to get there early and grab a front seat (it's free seating) because whilst they're pretty clear when they speak/act, not all of them have strong singing voices.

Friday, 22 June 2012

Dancing through it | #fridayflash

Smile. First position.
Fae deepened her smile, showing her teeth. Funny how people said that. Smile, show your teeth. A threatened dog showed its teeth too. She inhaled sharply and adjusted her smile. It felt fake, plasticky. She wavered between the word smile and grin, then decided it didn’t matter. Poise was all that mattered. She pulled her back straight, lifted her chin, released her stiff hands gracefully, ever so gracefully to hover at her side and smiled.

Third position. Plie. Smile.

“You don’t dance around the pain, darling. That never helps. You acknowledge it, then you laugh at it, and then you dance through it,” Brad gripped her upper arm so tightly that she cried out in pain.
“Why are you doing this to me?” she cried.
He shrugged. “Do you want this job or not?”
“Of course I want it.”
“Then do as I say.”
“But it hurts so much.”
“If you can’t handle it, go home. Go home, Fae. Give it up.”
“I’m not giving up, Brad.”
Brad watched as she pulled herself up again, wincing at the pain in her muscles, the sting of torn skin. He nodded his grim approval as she stood ready and poised again, her wide smile drenched in salty tears.

Pirouette sur les pointes. Spot. Smile.

She massaged her aching legs surreptitiously, her eyes scanning the studio. The muscle spray was on the highest shelf, way out of reach. There were days she wished she were taller, that she didn’t still look like a child. Brad walked in and frowned at her.
“Sorry,” she mumbled, scrambling to her feet.
To her surprise, he walked over to the shelf, picking up the spray she had been eyeing. He gestured for her to sit, kneeling beside her. She wanted to cry with the relief his gentle kneading brought her.
“You don’t have to be strong alone.”
“But you said -”
“Not all dances are solos.”

Volte. Corrida apart.

“You don’t understand.”
“What is there to understand?”
“I don’t love you.”
“Give me a chance. Please.”
“It has nothing to do with that. I just… I just can’t.”
“Tell me why. Please, Fae.” He knelt before her, grasping her hands. She pulled away.
“I still love him, Brad. I’ve never stopped loving him. I can’t. I don’t know why.”
“But he’s gone.”
“And you killed him. It was your fault. Don’t bother telling me otherwise. I know.”
“It was an accident.”
“You were drunk!”
“He was worse!”
“Oh, so that’s justification for driving drunk? The least drunk person needs to drive?”
“I didn’t mean it that way.”
“I don’t care. He’s gone because of you. That’s all I know. I’m sorry.”

Allonge, facing him.

She drew herself up straight again, feeling for all the world like a puppet on a string. She thrust her chin out, roughly at first, then gently settling into a familiar pose. Her hands clenched compulsively, but she forced them open, tautly at rest. Body poised, she set her face.

Smile.

---

So I had this dance theme in my head since last week's Broadway show. I don't really know much about dance terms, so I googled, with most of the stuff coming from this site
To all real dancers out there, sorry if it doesn't make sense. Also, pointers would help. 

Also, this piece is exactly 500 words because I said I would write 500 words before bed. 

Wednesday, 20 June 2012

The Doll by JC Martin


I found this gem when I was scrolling through the books in my iBooks the other day. I had totally forgotten about it as I hadn’t had the time to read it when I first got a copy from JC Martin.

On The Island of the Dolls, hundreds of dolls have been strung up all around the island to appease the spirit of Salvadora, a young girl who had drowned in the canal many years ago. Now a tourist attraction, Joyce Parker can’t help but feel uneasy as she sets foot on the tiny islet. Trying to push aside silly superstition when one of their tour group drowns in his own swimming pool, Joyce’s worries are compounded when her own daughter Taylor, who was on the tour with her, starts developing strange mannerisms and talking to imaginary friends.

The Doll is a very frightening story, mainly because everything seems so ordinary. There are hints of dark spirits right from the beginning, but not anything that can’t be explained away - until you reach the ending. JC is a brilliant story-teller, weaving fact and fiction together seamlessly in this short story.

I can’t wait for Oracle to be out (really really soon!)

p/s The Doll is available free on Amazon (click the widgety thing below), or Smashwords.


Thursday, 14 June 2012

Two more days, feet, and you can rest

It's two days to show day.

TWO DAYS.

I have Sweeney Todd and Lion King stuck in my head. Right now, Green Finch and Linnet Bird is doing a major loop loop loop in my head and it's not even like MY song. Yeesh.



And I also have a new onset of profound respect for dancers. Like really. Respect.

I don't know. Singing is easy. But singing and dancing at the same time... is a REAL stretch. For me, anyway. I can't compartmentalise my brain enough to make either really good. So, it's either slightly crappy dance steps and good singing, or pretty okay dance steps and slightly breathless singing.

MEH.

It's time for classes, this being the gazillionth time I have said this since... um... three or four years ago. Or more. 

Wednesday, 13 June 2012

Zombie Candy - the craziest revenge ever #bookreview

Any one fancy some zombie candy?
Source:  http://www.niftycandy.com/weirdcandy.html

With a title like Zombie Candy (Annie Ogden Mystery 2) , what can you expect?

I picked up Zombie Candy mainly because Frederick Lee Brooke is a twitter and triberr friend. I’ve read some of his shorts/flash fiction on his blog before and thought they were brilliant. So whilst Zombie Candy, with its heavy references to the zombie craze, wasn’t exactly my standard reading fare, I figured why not give it a go?

This totally zany story starts with Candace Roach, Annie Ogden’s best friend, finding an unknown woman’s bra in her husband’s luggage. Candace hires Annie, freshly armed with a Private Investigator’s licence, to find out exactly what her husband is up to. But the truth is hard to swallow, and when Candace finally realises the true extent of Larry Roach’s infidelity, she devices a way to send him a message in the only way he can understand - through his obsession with zombies.

Zombie Candy is funny and light reading. I could have possibly missed out on some of its nuances, since I didn’t get some of the zombie movie references, but it wasn’t a big deal. I may even have to watch some of these movies myself, since he made it sound so interesting. Unless I discover I’m like Candace (who hates zombies with a vengeance). 

Now maybe I should pick up Doing Max Vinyl (Annie Ogden Mystery) too…

As part of this special promotional extravaganza sponsored by Novel Publicity, the price of the Zombie Candy eBook edition is just 99 cents this week. What’s more, by purchasing this fantastic book at an incredibly low price, you can enter to win many awesome prizes. The prizes include $550 in Amazon gift cards, a Kindle Fire, and 5 autographed copies of the book. All the info you need to win one of these amazing prizes is RIGHT HERE. Remember, winning is as easy as clicking a button or leaving a blog comment--easy to enter; easy to win! To win the prizes:
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About the book: Weaving elements of mystery, horror and romance in a hilarious romp that starts in Chicago and ends in a quaint medieval town in sun-drenched Tuscany, Zombie Candy is a genre-hopping knee-slapper of a novel. Get it on Amazon. About the author: Frederick Lee Brooke has worked as an English teacher, language school manager and small business owner and has travelled extensively in Tuscany, the setting of part of Zombie Candy. Visit Fred on his website, Twitter, Facebook, or GoodReads.

Monday, 11 June 2012

Interview with Frederick Lee Brooke, author of Zombie Candy

Please enjoy this interview with Frederick Lee Brooke, author of the genre-bending mystery Zombie Candy. Then read on to learn how you can win huge prizes as part of this blog tour, including $550 in Amazon gift cards, a Kindle Fire, and 5 autographed copies of the book.

1. What was the inspiration behind your novel, Zombie Candy?
There was a famous golfer whose wife chased him out of the house with a golf club in the middle of the night a couple of years ago. It was funny that she attacked her husband with his own weapon of choice. I got to thinking what must be going through a woman's mind in that situation? I thought it would be interesting to explore the thought processes of a woman who discovers that her husband is a serial cheater. After the denial comes anger, but there is also a phase of grief. There's guilt. Maybe she blames herself, rightly or wrongly. Candace oscillates between wanting revenge and wanting her husband back, and as the novel winds up she makes discoveries about herself that I thought a woman in her situation would be likely to make.

2. Do you think Zombie Candy will appeal to true zombie fans?
What's a true zombie fan? I don't want to give anything away, but any active zombie fan who participates in zombie walks, goes to festivals, etc. will love Zombie Candy. That being said, this is a book that has elements of mystery, horror and romance all in one. It had quite a few early readers, fans of all different genres, and the consensus is that it really works.

3. The book contains some of Candace's favorite recipes. Why?
I confess, I love to cook, and it's such an important part of my life, it just felt natural to have Candace want to share her recipes. We are all vulnerable to being attacked through our taste buds. I like reading about cooking, and I love watching cooking shows on TV. I feel like I'm learning something and tasting it at the same time. It felt right for this to be really important for Candace. At the same time, her husband Larry is so incredibly lacking in appreciation of her talents, not just the cooking itself, but organizing complex meals and directing the preparation of them by her class of twelve people. These are amazing skills, and Larry is blind to them. I thought marriages are sometimes like that, where people get to a point where they are totally ignorant of what their partner is great at.

4. There is a no-cilantro label on the back cover of the book. What is the significance of it? Candace is a gourmet cook, and her cheating husband Larry insists on covering all his food with cilantro. This is one of those minor points of contention in a marriage that flares up and becomes important, like a trigger. I thought it was funny. And it seems a lot of people really do have strong feelings about cilantro, either for or against. When I was searching for a good graphic I came across pages on the internet like ihatecilantro.com and facebook.com/i-hate-cilantro.

  5. After starting out in Chicago, why did you decide to set the story in Tuscany?
 I've been fortunate enough to travel to Italy forty or fifty times in my life, sometimes for a two-week vacation, sometimes just for a very short trip. I absolutely love it there, from the food to the language to the beauty of the countryside and the architecture. In Zombie Candy, Candace realizes at a certain point that she has to get Larry out of his comfort zone. This is a guy who travelled all over the country every week for his work, and cheated on Candace with waitresses, flight attendants, whoever. He can adapt just about anywhere. But in Tuscany Larry discovers two things: 1) it's not so easy to find a willing waitress or flight attendant to spend the night with him; and 2) there are zombies here.

6. How would you describe the way you work as a writer?
I guess I'm a bit of a chameleon, able to adapt pretty well to circumstances around me. My wife and I have three boys and they are not quiet. I can do most revision with significant background noise and interruptions. Only when I'm writing a first draft or doing some serious planning work do I need peace and quiet. Then I'll often take a walk in the forest anyway. It helps a lot to be adaptable. If I had to put off writing every time someone asked me to cook dinner or help them with their homework, my book would never have been finished. For me, being able to jump right back in has been the key to being able to finish big projects.

7. Did you always want to be a writer?
I was an early reader and this led to curiosity about writing stories. My sister and I wrote stories during long car trips. In high school and then in college I dreamed of writing novels, but I only started writing short stories after graduating from college. That writing phase lasted about five years, and I learned a lot about writing, but life got in the way, with marriage and job and career and kids. Only when my kids were halfway grown and my career reached a certain level of success did I find a way to return to writing. Now I'm fulfilling a lifelong dream.

8. What process do you go through to define your characters?
I start with an image of them as basically good or basically evil, and put them into a context or a situation, and then just basically make sure there is plenty of conflict. My characters are never perfectly white or black. I think we're drawn to weaknesses. We want to watch them mess up, and see how they'll extricate themselves. Of course, sometimes all my planning goes out the window. It's a cliche to say that characters surprise you with their actions, but they do. They're defined by what they do and what they say. I did some acting in high school and have always loved the theater, and knowing what it means to be in character helps me be in character when I'm writing dialogue. My books are fairly dialogue-driven. What the characters say reveals what they are thinking and feeling.

9. What writing advice did you receive that was most beneficial to you?
I had to learn to love conflict. The conflict is the story. The conflict shows the true colors of your characters. I grew up in the suburbs in a family where we avoided conflict at all costs. We talked like diplomats. So embracing conflict has been something I had to learn.


10. You're an indie author. Any thoughts on the divide between independent publishing and traditional publishing?
I think the market will sort itself out, but it's going to take time. Good books will find their way into readers' hands somehow, whether in printed or electronic form. We need our stories every day. We can't live without stories. For me personally, independent publishing has been the perfect solution. I found an excellent editor who professionally edited my manuscript. I like the idea that I can control the timing of the publication of my books. If my first book, Doing Max Vinyl, had been traditionally published in April 2011 instead of the way I did it, it probably would have hit the remainder tables by Thanksgiving, and it would be out of print now. I think Zombie Candy might spark some interest in Doing Max Vinyl, so it's a benefit to readers as well as to me that it continues to be available, rather than going out of print and being forgotten. E-books are clearly here to stay, because the consumers (readers) and providers (authors) are the big winners. The only losers are the bookstores, publishing companies, agents and others who refuse to adapt.   As part of this special promotional extravaganza sponsored by Novel Publicity, the price of the Zombie Candy eBook edition is just 99 cents this week. What’s more, by purchasing this fantastic book at an incredibly low price, you can enter to win many awesome prizes. The prizes include $550 in Amazon gift cards, a Kindle Fire, and 5 autographed copies of the book. All the info you need to win one of these amazing prizes is RIGHT HERE. Remember, winning is as easy as clicking a button or leaving a blog comment--easy to enter; easy to win! To win the prizes:
  1. Purchase your copy of Zombie Candy for just 99 cents
  2. Enter the Rafflecopter contest on Novel Publicity
  3. Visit today’s featured social media event
About the book: Weaving elements of mystery, horror and romance in a hilarious romp that starts in Chicago and ends in a quaint medieval town in sun-drenched Tuscany, Zombie Candy is a genre-hopping knee-slapper of a novel. Get it on Amazon. About the author: Frederick Lee Brooke has worked as an English teacher, language school manager and small business owner and has travelled extensively in Tuscany, the setting of part of Zombie Candy. Visit Fred on his website, Twitter, Facebook, or GoodReads.

Sunday, 10 June 2012

Days two and three: YES Broadway Penang

Okay, so I've been a little lazy, and tired. :)
Friday morning I re-twisted my ankle a little during dance, which was meh, so I sat out the morning dance. Went home at lunch to dig out my ankle guard, and was okay enough to do bits of the dance in the afternoon but skipped all the jumping bits.
Saturday was mostly music, yay, and we've practically done all the Lion King songs except chow down and most of the Sweeney Todd ensemble songs.
We're starting at two today so I'm lazing around for a bit... :)

Friday, 8 June 2012

#fridayflash - Surrender

It was not going well.

Leah squinted at the two figures on the horizon. The shadows were coming quickly - Prince had told her earlier that if the light failed, they were lost. Still, the two men stood, locked in a mysterious battle she couldn’t understand. Prince’s eyes stared unseeing at his opponent, his face a stony mask. The other man, known to Leah only as the Enemy, stared back, his sinister smile sending shivers down her spine. Or had, two hours ago when she had gathered the courage to creep up near them to watch.

But there had been nothing to watch then, and nothing to watch now, except the deepening dusk. She wondered where they really were - were they fighting a physical battle on some unknown planet? Or were they somehow battling wills here in the invisible realm? Leah pulled her coat tighter around her. Was it time? They looked like statues from where she was and she was reluctant to get any closer.


“When the shadows touch this rock, you have to wake me, Leah,” Prince had told her early that morning. “Promise me this.”
“Why?”
“Promise me first.”
“Okay. I promise.”
“If the Enemy holds me until night, I will never live again.”
“But if you lose -”
“If I lose because you wake me, so be it. We live to fight another day. If I lose because of night fall, all is lost.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You don’t need to.”
“But -”
“You promised, Leah. Wake me when the shadows come.”
“How?”
“You’ll know how.”


The shadows had come and Leah didn’t have a clue. She forced herself up the hill again, picking up the pace when she realised that the shadows had completely engulfed the stone. Had she waited too long? She hoped not.
“Prince?” she called softly as she approached.
Nothing happened.
“Prince!” she tried louder.
Desperately, she tugged at his hand as the sun slipped lower and lower, calling his name over and over again.
“You lied to me, Prince! I don’t know how!” she finally yowled in desperation, tears streaming down her cheeks.

A sliver of pink remained in the sky as she surrendered to her final impulse. If this was their last night alive, let her do what she had always wanted to do from the first moment she laid eyes on his roguish face framed by little brown curls. She kissed him. And then he kissed her back.

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Prompt "surrender" from Christine

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Also, argh, that doesn't really fit as surrender but... oh well. 

YES Broadway Penang - the first day of workshops!



Because I am still primarily a writer/blogger, a quick update on today's Yes Broadway Academy workshops:

A number of the people from Short + Sweet Workshops were also in the programme, so I wasn't completely lost and clueless when I arrived. (Yay!) Surprise, surprise, Michelle Tan, my ex-school mate is also in the programme, along with a bunch of her friends from KL.

S/N: being in with a bunch of intensely focused, creative, dancerly people (as in actually in the industry), makes me feel... well, a little out of place. Haha.

Anyways, we started off with dance, which is a bit of a boo :( because I am not really a dancer. I mean, I try. But it's not quite there. And being surrounded by these really intense dance people (see above) makes me feel nervous.

After lunch, we got round to singing, which is a YAY! because I got a solo part, doing The Worst Pies in London.

Yeah, we're doing a Sweeney Todd medley. =D

We've also covered most of The Lion King medley, song-wise, with choreography to come (God, help me survive!)

AND we've done most of the dance for The Nicest Kids in Town (which was uber tiring, BUT I CAN DO IT!, uh, with a bit of fudging still, heh) and a little bit of Dancing Queen.

That actually sounds a lot for one day. 

Wednesday, 6 June 2012

Book review: How Like a God by Brenda Clough

I picked up this book only because I needed an extra book to get the 3 for RM10 deal at a warehouse sale. Needless to say, expectations weren't that high, mainly because of the extremely lame cover, though the blurb sounded rather interesting.
How Like GodHow Like God by Brenda W. Clough
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

In How Like a God, computer programmer Rob Lewis is happily married and loves his crazy and hectic life with his twins - until he suddenly gains the power to read and change minds. At first, he is filled with moral impulses to help fix everything that's wrong with the country. But his power soon gets out of control and when he finds himself inadvertantly influencing his eighteen-month-old toddlers to act like adults, he takes the only solution that seems open to him: he runs away.

I found myself enjoying the story despite my earlier misgivings. Rob, in the vein of all super hero journeys, has to find himself and what really defines him before he can set out to defeat his nemesis; in this case he has to discover the perpetrator behind the strange messages being dumped in his psyche, and hopefully, the source of this mysterious power that plagues him.

Overall, it was an interesting read and and interesting concept to explore.

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