Sunday, October 5, 2014

Interview with Clay from Hellfire's Judgment by Linda L. Barton

Hello, and welcome to Lisa's Place. Today I am interviewing Clay, the character from Hellfire's Judgment, a novel written by the talented author, Linda L. Barton. So without further delay, let's begin.

Hello, Linda.  I'm glad you and Clay came to visit me today.  Here is my first question for Clay.

Where are you from?

I come from a small town in southeast Texas, right in the center of God’s country.

I love Texas.  What were your parent's names, and what were they like?

My parents were Harold and Annebelle Jefferies, and were two of the most honest and upstanding people I ever knew. Dad worked in the oil fields and mom stayed home taking care of me, and my sister.

It sounds like you had a hard working father and good mother. Tell me about your sister.

Clarise was older than me, but she passed away during the birth of her son. She was so excited to be a mother, and had prepared everything for the blessed event. Oh well, they are together in heaven because her son died three days later; very sad.

Oh, that is very sad, I'm sorry. What did you do as a youngster for entertainment?

What every young boy did in my neck of the woods. My friends and me hunted, swam in the creek, fished, rode our bicycles down every dusty, dirt road in the county, and stole goodies from Widow Carson’s garden. Years later, I apologized for stealing from her garden, but she said that she never minded. She said that she loved watching us grab what we could hold in our hands and run away, laughing and cheering as though we had a great treasure.

Awe, Widow Carson sounded like a delightful woman who apprently loved children. This story makes me laugh. Where did you go to school?

I went to our hometown school. It was a small school, with kindergarten through High School all in the same building. My graduating class only had 14 students.

14? Whoa, that is a small class. I bet you were all close. How were you disciplined?

My father was a stern, but fair man. I can only remember a couple of times that he whooped me. Most of the time, he would give me that I’m disappointed in you look. To be honest, I would have rather had the whooping.

It sounds as though you had a lot of respect for your father. I think respect is what is missing from a lot of families today, a lack of respect from children toward their parents, and elders. And, sadly from some parents toward their children. What do you think is wrong with society today that causes more crime, kids going bad?

I’ll tell you what’s wrong. Parents who don’t want to be parents. Too often, people want to be their child’s friend. You are not their friend; you are their parent. No one likes to have their child angry with them, but that’s just part of being a parent. For some strange reason, parent’s today don’t want their kid to feel bad, or go without. Hell, there are only a few things that a child truly needs. Food, clothes, a roof over their head, and love. Parents now days seem to think that a child needs to have everything. Every new toy, expensive shoes, and clothes; anything their little heart desires. Kids don’t NEED all that crap. They may want it, but they don’t need it. Another mistake parents make is covering for their child’s bad behavior. If your child acts out, don’t cover for them. Make them take responsibility for their actions. You are only cheating your child, and teaching them that they can do whatever they want. Sometimes as parents we need to dispense a little tough love, no matter how angry our children get.

I agree with you wholeheartedly. How did you feel when you heard of your granddaughter’s attack?

My heart broke into. She was an innocent child, full of life. To see the emptiness in her eyes caused a deep, agonizing pain inside of me that no one should ever have to endure. (wipes a tear from the corner of his eye)

I cannot even imagine the pain you and your family went through in this horrid situation. However, you were all very strong people, for which I admired the most about all of you. Do you have regrets in this situation?

The only regret is that Sherry had to endure the pain forced on her by that bastard. I do not regret my actions. I would do it again.”

I would have wanted to do the very same thing if it were to occur in my family. How are you coping now?

I am doing great. The family is happy and healthy. The sparkle has returned to Sherry’s eyes, and Amy is walking now and getting into everything. Life is good.

I am so glad to hear life is going well for you, Sherry, and your entire family. Is there anything you want to add?

I know there may be people out there who think I overstepped my bounds, but until you see someone you love brutalized in such a manner, NEVER SAY NEVER. Sometimes, a man is forced to protect his family in the most extreme way.

I personally applaud you for what you did, sir. Thank you once again for agreeing to this interview.

I hope you all enjoyed my interview with Clay. Now, I have a few questions for the Author, Linda.
Hi, Linda, thank you for joining me today. 

  What inspired you to write this story?

This is a difficult question to answer.  Having personal knowledge of the pain and sorrow from the brutal act of rape, I felt that I needed to tell a story of how it affects the victim and their family.  Too often in the media, we hear of the attacker and their life story, but what the victim faces on a daily basis, is ignored and forgotten.  The Jefferies could be any one of us.  They are a normal family forced to face an evil that no one ever should.

What projects are you working on? 

I am currently working on a book title, Surrender of Freedom/ A People Betrayed.  It’s another difficult subject that I’m sure will be both upsetting and inspiring to the reader.  I don’t want to give too much away just yet, but let’s just say the inspiration for this book is ripped from the daily news we are all seeing today.

Do you have new projects you want to share with us?

I recently published my first Children’s Book titled, Sheriff Bunny and the Lucky Horseshoe under the pen name Nana Barton. 

 After I finished writing Hellfire’s Judgment, I found myself drained emotionally.  I needed something light to recharge me, so I decided to write a book that my grandchildren could read after several requests.  I really enjoyed doing this little book.  I not only wrote the story, but I did all the illustrations, as well.  It’s a fun little story of how Sheriff Bunny helps Lightening, the horse find his lucky shoe with the help of the barnyard animals.  It’s a book that teaches about friendship and helping each other.  This is the first installment in the Happy Farm Series. You can find it on Amazon in ebook or paperback.

It was my pleasure, Lisa.  Thank you for having me.


Next Monday, join me back here for a wonderful guest post from Author Shaun Allan, Author of Sin.

Saturday, October 4, 2014

Halloween~Shaun Allan

Hello, everyone and thanks for joining me. Today I have asked the talented Author Shaun Allan to guest post for me today. So without further day, welcome Shaun!

Singularity Books (coming soon):
Twitter: @singularityspnt @SinNotSinful @singularitybks

Works in progress...  Well, it’s a tossup, really.  I am working on multiple projects at once.  I’m very close to completing Puddlebrain, my latest children’s book – the first draft at least.  I know exactly what’s going to happen, but I also know it needs a good edit and parts rewriting, so perhaps that’s scaring me off.  I’m wanting to work on Mortal Sin, the sequel to Sin, too.  Sin, as you know, can be very vocal.  Mainly, though, I’m working on Darker Place, the follow up to my Dark Places collection.  I’m writing the final story and have about 4 poems left to pen.  The cover is being worked on too.  Hopefully, that’ll be finished soon so I can get on with the others!

To be honest, since writing Mr. Wattpad for NBC Universal, to coincide with the release of The Purge: Anarchy movie, I’ve not written as much, preferring to have a reading stretch, which I think all authors should do at some point.  Plus, time isn’t my friend!

Also, my books are going to be rebranded under my own Singularity Books ‘imprint’.  Hopefully that will give them their own identity.

Shaun Allan
Read Mr. Composure, commissioned by NBC Universal for the
release of The Purge: Anarchy here!

Author of the "dark, disturbing and amazing" paranormal thriller Sin and
"brilliant" supernatural collection Dark Places.


Today is the first day of the end of my life.

That's not how that line is meant to go, is it? Shouldn't it be 'Today is the first day of the rest of my life'?

Oh well. I'm not entirely traditional. Being normal was always boring.

Well, I thought so, anyway.

I had a life. A normal life. A job I actually enjoyed, which probably was weird in itself. How many people wake up in the morning and don't mind going to work? How many, instead, want to throw the alarm across the room? To turn over and go back to sleep rather than face the same drones doing the same drudge? Not me. I liked my job. My colleagues were my friends.

It was... normal.

I watched TV. Listened to music. Lots of music. All sorts of music. I ate food. Usual things. Curry. Chilli. Roast beef or chicken with roast potatoes, vegetables and Yorkshire puddings. I liked chocolate. Probably a little too much.

It wasn't the mundane life it sounds, honestly. It just wasn't spectacular. I wasn't a secret agent or a high flyer. I was me. I liked me.

Like. I like me. Eat. Watch. Listen.

Present tense, not past. At least for now.

I said I wasn't traditional. Not entirely, anyway. I like quirky. Dark. Unusual. My sense of humour dances on the edge of a blade and can be cutting at times, but, because I'm generally a laid back, easy going, decent enough person, I tend to get away with it. I mean no malice in my jokes and I stay tip-toeing on the sliver of steel, never quite slicing all the way down to leave streaks of bloody offence on the surface.

If you knew when you were going to die, what would you do? If the exact time and date were marked on a calendar or programmed into your phone's alarm, set to play The Macarena or some similarly annoying tune when the clock ticks to the ultimate moment?

Well, why would you set a song you like as your alarm? You'd lay there and listen to it. If it's something you dislike, you're more likely to move and turn it off. Unless, of course, you like The Macarena and are one to be singing alone and crossing and uncrossing your arms whilst twisting your hips, snuggled down under the duvet...

Anywho. Death. What if you knew, when the doorbell dinged it's dong, that the Grim Reaper had come to call and you had forgotten to pack your toothbrush?

What would you do?

Cry? Spend the days leading up to that moment in a mire of misery that sucked at your spirit, dragging you down until only your tear stained face could be seen above the despair?

Celebrate? Ensure your final moments were spent with a smile and a dance and a two fingered salute to the Collector of Souls? Would you eat, drink and be Mary, though your name was actually Martin?

Would you, perhaps, do something illegal? Steal a car, something flash and shiny and fast. Rob a bank, then throw the money off a tall building. It's not as if you'll be needing it.

Kill someone? Maybe to try and swap their life for yours?

It doesn't work like that. It's your time. You're not the one to pick and choose who goes and who stays. I reckon the Reaper would see it as an act of arrogance for those who try.

So many questions. I sound like one of those kids who question everything. But why is the sky blue? But why does the sun go to sleep? But why can't I 'Go Large'? I'm not. Never have been.

Really, I was just wondering. What would you do? And how would you feel when you saw the clock ticking towards zero hour?

I think I'd just remove every clock in the house. That'd be difficult. The oven has a clock. My phone. The TV guide onscreen. Still, I wouldn't want to know. I'd want it to just happen.

Luckily, we don't know. We don't have the specific time marked anywhere. There's no countdown or big red 'X' or pop-up notification. It happens when it's meant to. When it is your time. Even if you seen that car approaching, taking the corner too fast. Even if you put the gun to your own head. It's not predefined. Or, at least, we don't know that it is.

The sand slips through the hourglass in the hand of Death, and he isn't one to advertise his agenda. He keeps it private. Secret. Hidden.

So how do I know? Yes, another question. How do I know that this is the first day of the end of my life?

I suppose we could say that the day we're born is actually the first day of the end of our lives. From our first breath, we're on a rollercoaster ride to our last. It's inevitable but we just don't think about it. We live whilst we're alive.

I do too. Perhaps that's the problem.

What would I do if I knew I was going to die? What am I doing, knowing I am going to die?

I'm sitting on my sofa. It's one of those sofas that divides opinion. You like it or you don't. It's a colourful patchwork of colours and prints, looking more like a swatch for the other sofa designs than one of itself. Comfy though. I thought it'd be too firm. I thought I'd be sitting as if I had a pole up my backside. I'm not. It moulds. It sinks. I like.

I have a beer. It's one of those 'stumpies' that you can get for less than a fiver from the supermarket in packs of 10. Cheap and cheerful. Nowt wrong with that.

The television was on, but I couldn't concentrate. I turned it off. I don't normally like silence, but tonight, the lack of sound is louder than anything I could possibly use to drown it out. The air feels as if it's shouting out - not to me, just to the room. Maybe it's calling the Reaper to me. A landing strip of noise so my location couldn't be missed.

I'm writing this. Don't ask me why as that's one question I can't answer. It's not a memoir, and I don't think the words herein would be believed anyway.

But what's to believe, or not? It's just been a discussion regarding death and Death. A monologue on mortality. Perhaps I'm afraid to get to it. Perhaps that means admitting it's happening.

It was a good idea. A good idea to cancel out a bad one. A bit of pain for a lot of gain.

On my upper right arm, I had a tattoo. Some think tattoos are a form of art. They're a way to express yourself and use your body as a canvas for the parts of you usually kept hidden or those that you want to be loud'n'proud about. Or, tattoos are a desecration of the work of art that is the human body. Graffiti on the wall of your soul.

Or just ugly and something you'll regret when you're old and wrinkly and that dove looks more like a squashed tomato.

The tattoo wasn't great. The person who did it, though supposedly professional and with his own shop full of posters that you could pick outlines from, wasn't great either. He was less an artist and more a copier with a needle. And it wasn't central. It was off to the side, hanging a little to the left.

First, was the Kanji, the Japanese motif that was meant to read 'Freedom' and apparently means 'Love'. Then a fox. Well, it's meant to be a fox. It's meant to signify the same as the Kanji was intended to, but it looks more like a dog. A dog drawn by a four year old that’s only just learning to stay within the lines.

It had been there, clinging to my arm, laughing at me, for around ten years or so. I decided I wanted it gone. Covered up. I didn't mind having a tattoo, so having laser treatment to remove it or some such wasn't important. I wanted another design. One that meant something.

So I looked around. I had no idea what I was after, but anything would be better than this. Well, almost. The first place I actually went into wanted to cover my arm in flowers, saying how masculine they'd look and how meaningful they'd be.

No thank you.

I'm sure many of the other, smaller shops that sit between off-licenses and on back streets would have been perfect, the proprietors being skilled and imaginative and not confined to a stencil from a book that they'd drawn countless times before. But I needed to be sure.

Eventually, I found him. He was on Facebook. A friend of a friend of an acquaintance had commented on one of his photos. He designed everything himself, working freehand. He was partial to odd, unusual, dark. He was, almost, the Tim Burton of the tattoo world.

He would work his magic on my arm. He would turn trash in to triumph. We would talk, he would see who I was and what I liked and he would reveal a masterpiece.

He worked from home. He didn't need a shop. Word of mouth of his talent meant he was busy enough without the need for a sign proclaiming his wares. He had no need for books of imps and dolphins and stars. His needle was an extension of his warped mind and the ink his blood.

The room would, I think, have been a simple dining room in any other house, but here it was more. It was a cave, a lair and a gallery all in one. A row of short candles were lit along the skirting of one wall. The curtains were drawn. Antique furniture was favoured in place of IKEA best-sellers. A pull-down chandelier, all crystals and shattered light, hung over a reclining chair and a stool.

We spoke. His name was Drew. Appropriate, I thought. I wanted it to look as if it was alive, I told him. As if it moved of its own accord, not simply from the flexing of my arm.

I'm not one for pain. I wasn't looking forward to it. Well, I was, but I wasn't. The first tattoo I had needed to be paused half way through because the blood had drained from my face and my vision began to fog. It wasn't the pain, it was the anticipation and the nerves and the adrenalin. I'd taken, this time, painkillers before I went. Had a beer. Told myself it was just a scratch.

He was, to be fair, gentle. As gentle as someone jabbing your arm hundreds of times a minute can be, anyway. Hardly a word was uttered as he worked. His brow was furrowed, his hand steady. It didn't hurt. Not at all. I felt the pressure, heard the rattle, anticipated the sharpness, but there was no pain.

I asked him about it. He just smiled.

It took two hours. I was dozing by the end. The near silence and the hypnotic sway of light shards across the walls carried me away to a feeling of floating above myself. I jolted when he told me he'd finished, almost as if I was actually falling back into the chair.

I looked at my arm in the mirror. For a moment, it seemed out of focus, but I put that down to being a little sleepy. Once I could see properly, I knew I'd come to the right man. A steampunk clock, gears and cogs, outline and shadow, told the time of my birth, and indistinct figures stepped from behind, walking down towards a graveyard in which a single headstone bore my name. The figures were ghostly without being ghosts. Shades rather than comical Caspers. Blurred as they were, they held... not menace, but intent. As if they were waiting. There to lead when the time was come.

Of the mutilated dog there was no sign. Maybe they'd taken it away and sacrificed it on an alter at the back of the cemetery.

I thanked Drew and told him I'd probably be back for more. I might have meant it too.

He said he was sorry, but that was the last tattoo he'd be doing. He was laying down his tools. He'd done enough. I asked him why. I asked what he meant by 'enough'. He wouldn't say. He just repeated that he was sorry.

Regrets, I've had a few. Not many, though. Life makes you who you are. What you choose to do and what is done to you shapes the person inside and out. Deal with it or don't, but that's the way it is. As such, I can't really say that I regret this. It's done, so there's no point.

I can feel the darkness closing. The air has lost its voice. I'm sitting in a gathering vacuum of nothing.

I feel a tingle in my arm. It's not the first time. I try not to look, but I know I must.

The shades have moved. They no longer hide behind the clock. The clock no longer shows the time of my birth. The headstone is no longer inscribed with just my name. It now has a date. Today's date. The clock, a timepiece from another era that should never have ticked with hands which should never have moved, now tells a different hour.

I look up. On my windowsill is a clock, a battery powered, supposedly silent one that I can still hear whirring in the still of the night. Any other night, at least.

In thirty seconds, the real clock will be telling the same time as the one on my arm. Thirty seconds.

I wonder if there'll be a knock at the door?

 Please join me next week for a special post from Ica Iova.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

A Look Inside The Mist

I have just released my latest novel, Mystic Mist, Book One in the New Breed Series in print at Amazon. It will come out in e-Book version on September 30. However you can pre-order for $1.00 on Amazon, iTunes, Barnes and Noble.It is quite different from my other works. Josie's Thorn and Where She Belongs, Books one and two, are romance novels which received some decent reviews. This one is of the Fantasy Paranormal genre. The early reviews I'm receiving are from satisfied readers, so this tells me this novel is well on its way. I guess I can breathe now. Smiling.
Oftentimes, as writers, we worry about our content. Is it good enough? Is it exciting enough? Is there enough action, suspense, mystery, drama, romance, or will my readers be bored to tears with the story? I believe it is a common fear, and one I endure with each novel I release.
With this latest novel, as my anxiety rises, I am reminded by friends who know me well, that it is time to breathe.
 The story is written, the muses have spoke, and I need to trust their voices. With that said, I wanted to take you once more behind the mist, and introduce you to Erich Keenton.
Erich is seventeen years old, soon to be eighteen. He hails from Scotland, but will be attending his freshman year in the United States, at a New England college, near the town of Tonospon, Massachusetts.
 As the son of a prominent world renown scientist and a successful medical doctor, Erich inherited near perfect genes. He is 6'2, muscular, with dark locks and medium completion. Try as he might, Erich cannot walk into a crowded room unnoticed. Throughout school, Erich was popular with the girls, and recognized with numerous honors.
Erich is a typical teenager in that he likes girls, fast cars, sports, and hanging out with friends, but he is definitely wise beyond his young age, and chooses to say no to alcohol, drugs, and sex. Yes, he's a rare teenager.

Steaphan and Lorne taught Erich skills throughout his childhood that would benefit him physically, mentally, and emotionally. The entire family exercised daily, and Erich was actively engaged in the sports of Football, Baseball, and Fencing.
  Erich grew toward adulthood with the idea that he would be successful so long as he always did his best. As a result of the well rounded upbringing, Erich has become a strong, yet sensitive, and intelligent young man, making his parents proud.
The fondest memory Erich took with him was the special moments he enjoyed with his parents in their family settings, with the reading of 
Legends being his most fondest of all. However, there is one worry constant on Steaphan and Lorne's minds. Fighting the demons of their past.
Erich's future looks bright, and he's excited about what it has in store for him. He already knows what field of work he wants to enter, and he's planning to do what it takes to accomplish the goals that will get him there. Erich is prepared for college and any challenge it brings.
The only thing is, Erich is about to face a whole lot more than college. He's about to face those that are coming through the Mystic Mist.
You can learn more about Erich in The Mystic Mist.

An excerpt from Mystic Mist

As a special bonus to this post, I'd like to present you with a glance at all the unique, special characters in Mystic Mist.
So, without further delay, here it is. 

Cast of Characters

Erich Keenton- College student who finds himself caught up in a battle with Alien creatures

Iseabail Craighe- Princess of the planet of Carasylia in the kingdom of Eloweena

Steaphan-Erich's father

Lorne-Erich's mother

Clair Kdeoralin- Iseabail's best friend

Uilleam Scrymgeour- Royal knight protecting Iseabail

Edward Callahan-College Fencing coach

Molly Callahan- College Professor, Edward's wife

Detective Alex Mosley- The Detective who helps with the search

Detective James Fowler- Detective Mosley's partner

Brad Conrad- Police Chief

Detective Bridgette Talley- Overseeing the search party



Oshkrah-Fairy who battles the hellavey

Ethelred Kdeoralin -Clair's father

Melina Kdeoralin-Clair's mother

Hellavey- Alien creatures

Keilwen - A prince on the planet of Carasylia in the kingdom of Aspella

Malchiack - Castle Steward, Keilwen's teacher

Zeke Miller- local Police Officer

Andrew Jerrolds - Officer Miller's partner

Stan Johnson - Erich's roommate

Terry Appleton - Erich's friend

Shane Williams - Erich's friend

Thaddeus Austin - teammate

Keith Johnson(Red) - teammate

George Franklin-teammate

Phillip Monroe(Curley) - teammate

Chadwick Anderson - RA from Magnolia House

Jared Hindrix-Scientist

Mark Yarbrough-Scientist

Joseph Cummings-Scientist

Castle Healer Klatin - Physician who examines Clair

Dr. Keith Moore - Physician who treats Keilwen

Tilila-King's youngest daughter

Kinsia-King's eldest daughter



Friday, August 15, 2014

Kickstarter Campaign

Hi - it's Kai from Mantic Games here. Your blog host has kindly allowed me to come on over and say hello and tell you about our fantasy boardgame Kickstarter. If you have any questions, please head on over to Launched Kickstarter... and ask away! I'll do what I can to answer them.

Beneath the plains of Diffeth lies the ruined Dwarfen Hold of Dolgarth. Buried deep is the Tome of Valandor – the purest source of magical knowledge that has ever existed. It has been protected for centuries, but it has now fallen into the hands of evil… Dungeon Saga: The Dwarf King’s Quest is the Dungeon Adventure Board Game for 2-5 players. It is now live on Kickstarter. It centres around the classic struggle between a party of heroes and the forces of darkness, represented by the Undead. One player takes on the mantle of the Necromancer and controls his evil host, whilst up to four other players can lead the mighty heroes on their adventure.

Dungeon Saga: The Dwarf King's Quest Prototype

DKQ-Prototype     The game contains coloured plastic miniatures and full colour, modular dungeon tiles ready to use right out of the box. No assembly is required. Whether you’re a veteran of the dungeon genre or you’re simply looking for a great game to play with the kids, Dungeon Saga has something for everyone! This Kickstarter is very simple – we’re starting with one great value Pledge Level to make it really easy to get involved. It’s called Dungeon Master and is available for $100. It includes everything in the graphic below. The main pledge box is growing every few stretch goals, but for now it makes a solid game - we've also offered a set of choice add-ons too.   Currently, the box contains this, and we're going towards $365k, and adding a female cleric. And as of writing this post, there are 19 days to pledge. dungeonmaster updated cleric girl If you're interested but not sure you want to join in, but would like to comment, or just grab our resins or other add-ons, you can also pledge in for $1. Colour-Shot-2---Necromancer Kickstarter pledges are made by credit card. No money is charged until the campaign ends, after the end-of-month payday. Pledge now with total piece of mind! Each stretch goal we make adds more content or unlocks amazing items, some of which will be exclusive to the Kickstarter campaign and virtually impossible to get elsewhere. If you don't want to miss anything, then please get involved! We hope that together we can make the best dungeon adventure board game possible. If you're new to Kickstarter you can check out our Guide to Pledging, Stretch Goals and Add-ons here. We will of course be on hand to answer any questions you might have! Please pledge your support and spread the word - we appreciate your support!

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Preparing to Publish My Latest Story

I am so very happy to say that Mystic Mist is nearing completion. It has been an interesting three year(+)  journey, frustrating, yet interesting. I would not trade the valuable lessons that I have learned along the way, nor the wonderful people I have met and have the privilege to call friend.
 Now, to get to the story, I have always enjoyed reading, and have had a love for it since early childhood. I recall my mother reading Harlequin romances, and as a result, I've enjoyed reading them as well. I currently have two wonderful romance stories I penned in honor of my mother, and it's been an incredible experience to see her enjoy reading the romance books I've written; Where She Belongs and Josie's Thorn.
However, there is a  special place in my heart for the supernatural, fantasy, sci-fi, and horror genres.  After I finished my second romance novel, I was not sure as to what direction I wanted to go, but then one night as I sat reading from my favorite genre, Fantasy, a thought entered my brain. Why don't you write what you enjoy! So, I took out a piece of paper and jotted down a few simple notes. I knew my leading characters were going to be teenagers or young adults, but that's all I knew. I also liked the name, Isabella, so I began searching the name, and found the name Iseabail. It's a Scottish form of Isabel. I then began researching Scottish names and came across Erich, and fell in love with the name. From there, I began looking at all the Scottish and Gaelic names for my characters. I've played with them all, tweaking them and conforming them into what I wanted them to be for me. It's fiction writing, I can do that. SMILE.
  So, here I am, preparing to publish Mystic Mist. As I write book two of The New Breed Series, I'm wondering how long the series will be, and I must admit, I don't know. However, the characters do, so as long as they know what they want, I'm just going to follow their lead and see where they take me. After all, it really is their story.
 I hope you will be entertained by Mystic Mist and will want to continue the journey with me. Please let me know if you did enjoy it. Look for Book two: Hellavey, Book Two in The New Breed Series, coming Winter 2015. Thanks and may you all be blessed this day. ~Lisa

Introduction to Mystic Mist:

 A mysterious mist descends upon the earth, bringing with it deadly creatures from another world. While hiking in the woods near the small New England town of Tonospon, Erich discovers Iseabail; who has been transported to earth by the mist. Together they must face the creatures in an action packed battle of survival, and become the first line of defense for earth. Mystic Mist is the exciting first installment of the New Breed Series.

Monday, May 26, 2014

Entertaining is in this Writer's Blood and Soul

I recently returned from a family vacation to Disney World, and I must say it really is a magical place.

 My daughter and husband enjoyed the Magic Kingdom, but my favorite place was Hollywood Studios. Of course, that makes perfect sense doesn't it? I am an entertainer, maybe not a famous nor rich one, but nonetheless, I am an entertainer. So, as for me, I could have spent endless days roaming around Hollywood Studios, just as a kid in a candy-store. LOL

To watch Walt Disney's dream for the future was an incredible experience for me, and the Indiana Jones show was spectacular, and entertaining. They really put everything they had into the show. They blew up things, the actor portraying Indiana Jones mimicked many of the scenes from the movie, such as running from the large rolling boulder that was chasing him. It was great.

What I took from my day spent at Hollywood Studios was that entertaining is in my blood, and it consumes my soul. I love it when people smile, laugh, or are moved emotionally, as I tell them the stories from my imagination. Writing is addictive and hard work; however, I greatly enjoy every aspect of it.

I have big dreams for my writing career. I may never see those dreams fulfilled, but I know that whatever may come, the wonderful characters living in this incredibly busy brain of mine will never allow me to stop writing. I believe that I have been given the gift of storytelling, and it would be a waste were I not to use it.

I have come a long way as a writer, and I look forward to continually grow, as well as to the exciting journey ahead. I have been writing professionally since 2005, and a lot has happened in my personal and business life. I invite you to join me here at Lisa's Place as I reminisce of my time as a writer from its humble beginnings in 2005.

I look forward to sharing the time-line of Author Lisa Vandiver, and each step that has helped me to grow into the author I am today, thanks to friends such as Linda L. Barton. Thank you, Linda.

I hope you will join me in this journey, and feel free to leave comments. Thanks.

For more information on me, come by DeadlyReads. 

In the meantime, check out my friend, Linda's blog post today on My Writing Process. You may find more information about Linda at Deadly Reads.

Sunday, May 18, 2014

My Writing Process tour

 I have been invited by the incredibly talented and entertaining Shaun Allan to participate in this wonderful blog tour with the subject being My Writing Process. 
You can find out more about me through facebook, twitter, google+, about me, and my second blog, Imagination Alley. as well as the website, Deadly Reads.  I have two romance books, Where She Belongs books one and two, and Josie's Thorn, all sold at Amazon in ebook and print versions.

Thank you very much for for the invitation, Shaun.
 If you have not read Shaun Allan's Sin then you are missing out on a fabulous story.  You can find out more about Shaun at  

Now, I suppose I should move forward and answer these questions before I bore you to tears with the ramblings of a mad writer. So, sit back, relax, and enjoy!

What am I working on?
As far as projects go, I am  working on a lot of things. I am collaborating on two stories with two separate authors and am excited about each of these projects. My friend and fellow Author, Linda L. Barton and I are working on a special project together to assist new authors who are starting out, but there will be more about that at another time.  I am also working on Jackson's Storm. It is being developed simply because of the multiple requests from fans for Josephina's brother, Jackson to have his own story. So, fans, it is on its way.
As far as story ideas, I never run out of them, and have a working list of stories and characters that are screaming for my attention.
In my immediate writing plan, however, I am currently working diligently on Mystic Mist, Book One in the New Breed Series. 
The fantastic thing about this story is that when this book ends, it's not the end of the story, but just the beginning of at least a three book series, depending on where the characters take me and how long they want this journey to be.
I love horror and fantasy, so with this story, I am able to combine the two genres. I am also branching out to YA with this venture, so that is exciting as well.

How does my work differ from others of its genre? 
 As my characters develop, I fall in love with them, and really begin to care for them as if they are real people, because to me, they are. This story and its characters are no different. I try to spend time with each character and subplots within the main plot, and develop it to the best of my ability. With the help of my dear friend and editor, Linda L. Barton, this story will be the best story I've written to date. I believe I have created characters that will linger in the minds of the readers after they have closed the book; at least,  that is my hope.

 Why do I write what I do? 
 The story chooses me, I do not choose the story. Characters begin popping into my head and I simply write down what they say to me.  It is delightful when this occurs, yet excruciating if I am not at a place where I can sit down and begin writing. Therefore, I have learned to carry a notepad and a pen with me at all times, so that when a new character introduces himself/herself to me, I can pull out my pen and pad and jot the general notes down for later detailed work on them.
 The ideas for stories can occur at any time and at any place. These stories are diverse for me in that I enjoy reading and writing multiple genres, it gives me a change of pace, and keeps things fresh and 'new' to me as well and as a result, I'm not boxed in to one specific genre. I believe that this type of writing keeps the writer fresh and the joy of writing will permeate through the pages, and keep the reader's attention. Good advice to me, which I try to follow is, write what I love and love what I write.

How does my writing process work?

 Process? There's a process? Quite honestly, I don't really have a process. Oh, my, this is a toughie for me. I have tried so many processes, of which, for me have failed. The sure fire process for me is to simply sit down in front of my laptop and begin typing. I just type, type, type, and sometimes, I do not even know what I'm typing, I just type what the characters in my head tell me to type. When these times I occur, I am amazed at the quality of writing which has just been created.  
Sometimes, I can have a story completed in my head before I have completed the first chapter, other times, not so much. Sometimes, I have to literally write the story chapter by chapter as the characters speak to me and as the story develops, not knowing the ending until the last five chapters.

Coupling time and patience with simplicity is also very important for me.

 I have learned not to rush the storytelling process. It is like fine wine, the longer it sits, the better it will be when it is finally consumed. In other words, I write the story as the characters speak to me. They are silent for months at a time, and for me it is torture because I want to write, but I have learned to wait...While I wait, I can work on other projects calling to me. After I have allowed the characters to find their places in my head and heart, I then begin to tell their story in an uncomplicated, entertaining way.   So many times, I've heard readers say that some novels were so difficult to read because of the 'fancy', lengthy words, and that only by having a dictionary by their side could they get through the story. I decided to try and make my stories enjoyable, yet easy to read. As a friend told me, we are in this business to write entertaining stories, not to make readers smarter. That is the job of a Non-Fiction writer, which do an excellent job, by the way. Smiling. 

Now, I'd like to say a big thank you to my victims, uh, I mean those wonderfully nice folks, Linda L. Barton, Jake Drake, and Stephen P. Signorelli   who agreed to take torch from me and carry on next Monday, May 23. Thanks, guys! You indeed rock!

Linda Barton:

 I've done many different things in my life from working as a hair stylist, claims processor, to driving a Peterbilt Truck across the United States with my husband, Bob.
I published my first book, Next Move, You're Dead in March of 2011, and after of hours of arguing with the voices in my head, I now have five published books. While I never dreamed that I would be able to call myself an author, I must say that it has turned into one of the highlights of my life.
I look forward to writing the stories that pull the a reader in, and holds them captive until the last page.Writing is a passion that has filled my life with so many rewards. I love interacting with the readers, and hearing what they want in a book. They have taught me how to be a better writer, and for that I am truly grateful.Bob and I live in a quiet little community in southeast Texas with our two dogs, and one crazy cat. Over the years, I have learned that life is an adventure, and to appreciate all the blessings it brings.
For more information on Linda and her works, you may visit her blog, The Ramblings of a writer or visit Deadly Reads. email Linda at

Jake Drake

  Jake is the author of various fantasy, horror, and Science Fiction books. His only problem with writing is not having enough time to write to completion all the stories he gets in his head. Jake says, "If I write constantly until the day I die, I still would never be able to exhaust the imagination that is the source of all these stories.
Once his first book 'Parallels' was published on line he was like a kid on Christmas morning with presents underneath.
Now he works on getting his latest novels written so they can join the rest of his 'family' of eBooks that are available at all the eBook retailers.
If you enjoy any of the genres that Jake has to offer-and who doesn't these days-take a look at what he's written. You're sure to find something that will catch your imagination.
You can purchase Jake's books at Barnes and Noble, Amazon, and Smashwords. For more information on Jake, check out his blog.

 Stephen P. Signorelli

Stephen P. Signorelli says, "I write because the voices tell me to. If I didn't, a million insects would eat my brain. I am comfortable with writing in almost any genre."
You may find Stephen's blog at  Yanqui Imperialist Telemundo

Thanks to everyone who came by my little place for a visit. I hope you enjoyed the post and will return again for a visit. ~Lisa