Does Inspiration come from the Spirit?

A writer friend asked me “What was your personal inciting incident?” Like knowing where I got my first kiss, I knew exactly what made me do it – what made me want to write.

During my senior year in high school, I had an accident that caused me to be bed-ridden for months in traction; And, yes… from time to time I did look (and feel) like a mummy.

To ensure that I would graduate, my teachers prepared work for me to do at home. All of the assignments were pretty easy and straight forward… except English.

I was to write in a journal every day, read novels and write papers. Journal? Check. Read? Check. Write? “What Should I write about?” I asked my instructor. He sent me a series of articles he had picked up from various sources. He told me to choose one, and comment on the subject matter or write about how it made me feel.

I did all of them.

One in particular really awakened my imagination and opened my eyes to the world of the weird. It was a piece titled “Fire Walking in Ceylon”.

Wow! Everything about the story was new to me. Where is Ceylon? What’s fire walking? Why do people do it? Who had the idea to do it in the first place? What kind of magic or witchcraft is this – why don’t the ‘walker’ get hurt? This was totally new to me and exploded my complacent reality to smithereens!

My questions mounted, and I began to do research on these new subjects. For example Ceylon turned out to be Sri Lanka, a large island nation about 20 miles south of India. I was intrigued that a country would find it important to change its name while keeping its heritage intact. The strange nature of their monkey-told stories of evil magicians kidnapping princesses and free floating spirits in the air expanded my knowledge of far away exotic lands and culture lands;weirder still - they exist now. Thai dancers and royalty wore pointed hats of jewels and pointed shoulder pads, pointed fingernails and pointed this that and the other thing – kind of spooky, yet alluring. I had to know more. But first, the fire walking.

I was fascinated that people from all walks of life would endanger their feet with these red hot coals. For me, a paper cut is bad enough, but burning your feet?! It was all the more vivid for me at the time because I couldn’t walk, even with unburned feet. There was much more here than a dare. Finding out why, took me into the world of paranormal and spirituality, and I’m still intrigued by the genre of ‘Strange, but True’.

Lady with shopping bag walking on coals, behind Monk

I found out that some people believe if you can achieve a thing that you, at first, think is impossible, it can break the chains of fear that bind you. Meditation of various forms is suggested to get your mind into a state that it will believe anything you tell it, rather than believing what it sees and nothing more. This is what separates the human mind from the animal kingdom; a cat or dog would no more walk through a fire pit willingly than a human would deliberately cut off their own hand. I also found out that Westerner’s learn how to fire walk while on vacation – they say it’s easy! *shock*

The conscious mind must also take part; one must decide to do this, then the subconscious mind is contacted through meditation or suggestive thought, if you will. Then the body melds with the higher brain functions and allows the individual to avoid harm during the experience. I still wonder, after all these years, if I could do it. Investigating the supernatural can be a life’s work and still one would only scratch the surface. Being in too much pain to meditate,  I decided to read up on Asian cultures.

I learned that history is always influenced by geography. I saw how a mountain range or large desert affects not only a tribe, or a nations travel but their attitudes, superstitions and religions. Take the Chinese and their dragon lore. It explained the mist rising from a crevasse that you wouldn’t want your children to play near, so you tell them this story that grabs their imagination and voila you have a traditional myth lasting hundreds of generations. Then someone includes gemstones growing between the dragon scales and now you have my attention! So I studied geology of the region, which in turn took me to gemmology. The gems of southeast Asia are plentiful and extensive. Apparently, one can take a shovel and, with eyes closed, drop it blade first into the ground and you have a gem mine! Topaz and moonstone; ruby and sapphires. I eventually became a gemmologist through the Gemmological Institute of America (GIA) when it was located in Santa Monica, and did further studies with the Fellowship of Gemmological Association (FGA) Great Britain. That’s inspiration!

The real purpose of this story was to answer my friend. It has become an illustration of how one can be bitten by the writing bug anywhere, anyhow and at any time. So beware!

From this English assignment on, I wrote about what I saw and thought, what I heard and read about and of course, I wrote about things I did, places I went and people I met. Now I write what the characters tell me to write; characters that I (almost) believe have found me and realize I can be a conduit for them by way of the written word, to tell their stories next to my own… like taking dictation from the spirit world.

So, if you are interested in being a writer and you find yourself asking “What shall I write about?”, then I’d say look for that thing that infuses you with a million questions, and read a lot looking for your answers. Don’t worry – your characters will find you. The rest is easy.

 

 

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Gerard Butler Spammed

Gerry Butler has been bitten.

Spammers go for the soft “neck meat” of your blog; they choose some often used link, like a well-loved celebrity, then they abuse the fans.

Whyyyy?!

Well, initially because they can. Second, they have an agenda.

No, reeeeally?!

Yes, really. Here are a few I’ve uncovered:

1. There are ways to make money online simply by getting page hits. The new spammers write comments to your blog that sound like they are your fan, but no; they wither artificially create a backlink from your site to get a ‘point’, or they hope you will click on their comment for a reply. *Ding* One more hit.
2. The spammer has a store (online or otherwise) and they want to increase their SEO ranking – that’s when their site gets  higher on the Google or other browser’s search list because of increasing hits. Same thing as #1.
3. Spammers help AND COMPETE with each other, so some of the spam you receive on your blog may simply be a training session for a meat-in-a-can newbie.
4. Some people like to spread their opinions by stomping on yours. These are the truly malicious ones who may also leave a burning bag of poo on the doorstep of your blog post.

Being a blogging writer I thought it might be a good idea setting my site to accept comments. It would lend credibility, right? Maybe, however I realized early on that most readers don’t comment and when they do, they don’t say much. “Nice blog.” doesn’t tell you why they liked it. The spammers say far more but it’s empty. Sadly, I spend more time deleting fake messages than reading real ones.

For example, I was fortunate enough to see Gerry Butler when he was a guest on the Jay Leno show and I blogged about it, looking forward to connecting with my readers about the event. Sure I mentioned names – how else would anyone know who I was talking about? Well, spammers have loved this blog post more than all the others, probably because Gerry is a big name in Hollywood (and in many a heart *wink*). Daily I get several anonymous comments for this one post, and they are increasing. I’m betting Gerard doesn’t like spam any more than I do.

In the past I have added software to stop the spam. It’s not foolproof. The spam went from “…Gaga puppies love Starbucks trucking evening news Hollywood…” to “I like what you’ve said here on your informative blog.” See, browser filters caught on to the stream-of-tag-words search trick so the spammers had to up the ante. They write a ‘meaningful’ comment but use it thousands of times, taking the meaning out.

Then I set comments to ‘admin accept/refuse’; lots of daily, fruitless comment checking there. So I gave in and let the world see the silly things. No one reads the comments anyway, right?

Well, I wasn’t sure, so I got down to biz and studied the statistics. Wow! I get WAY more hits than I ever dreamed!

Very few comments.

Unwilling to give up, this time I went researching to find a new way to get off the spam target while still accepting comments.

I found that I was a victim of what’s called Comment Spam. Comment Spam is a form of Spamdexing which in turn is also known as Search Spam or Search Engine Poisoning! SEP… giving new meaning to the term seepage *shudder* and is:

“the deliberate manipulation of search engine indexes […] involving a number of methods, such as repeating unrelated phrases, to manipulate the relevance or prominence of resources indexed in a manner inconsistent with the purpose of the indexing system.”

Wikipedia says these random acts of automatic commenting are done by spammers hunting for blogs that accept hyperlinks. In other words, they know who you comment-accepting bloggers are.

“Adding links that point to the spammer's web site artificially increases the site's search engine ranking on those where the popularity of the URL contributes to its implied value, an example algorithm would be the PageRank algorithm as used by Google Search. An increased ranking often results in the spammer's commercial site being listed ahead of other sites for certain searches, increasing the number of potential visitors and paying customers.”

There are solutions out there like software, apps and self coding bits – none of which I trust or want to spent time learning. I am not a wannabee evil techie; I just wannabee an internet citizen, safe to traverse my harmless, artistic path online.

So after much research and brainstorming I’ve decided to retitle the post that brings in the most spam and see what happens. Watch, those pesky spammers will get on the bandwagon of this post : D

 

 

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What’s MOM got to do with Your Script?

I’ve been watching Castle on Netflix. Nathon Fillion plays Richard Castle, a successful, well-known author of romantic crime who-done-it’s. He has landed a sweet deal through the mayor (all those guys know each other) to work with New York’s best homicide detective, Kate Beckett, played by the ravishing Stana Katic. Kate is not just beautiful but  also happens to be intelligent, capable, independent, stubborn and feisty. Yep, you guessed it; she becomes his muse.

Every once in a while the dialogue focuses on the art of writing. Rick will drop the occasional “That’s what writer’s call the inciting incident”, or when speaking to his daughter, Alexis (played by the very talented Molly Quinn), “Remember, I was the one who taught you sub-text, young lady.”

Writer’s will realize that Rick Castle need not bring up all the tricks utilized by novelists, like the first rule ‘Show, don’t tell’, because they don’t help solve murders. However, using some writer’s rules can be helpful in sorting out a crime puzzle.

GMC, the second rule, for example. No, not General Motors Corporation ; ) - goal, motivation, and conflict. It’s not enough that a suspect has motivation. They also need a way to get at the victim. Castle often brings up motivation, means and opportunity as a way to figure out who might be the most likely suspect.

Motive, means, and opportunity; I like to rearrange the terms to motive, opportunity, and means, then think of it as M.O.M. This doesn’t necessarily take the place of GMC, because without conflict there is no reason for the story, but they hold hands.

I bet two can play this game; What if I be Castle and use show-don’t-tell to help work a crime investigation. Let’s see… mom is chewing on a bit of hay sitting behind the wheel of a beater 1948 GMC pick-up truck, her tanned arm resting in the open window, mischief in her eye. A blood stained blanket covers a lump in the back of her truck.

If it works for Castle, and it can work for you.

 

 

PHOTO CREDITS: Castle = Wikipedia, black & white truck = US National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration

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More Cake Love

Some people… a LOT of them are so creative. I mean just look at this Scrabble cake!

The time it takes to make one of these starts with the idea, then comes the research- that’s huge. Then buying the supplies. If you’re using fondant, that can get pricey. If you’re squeezing decorations out, be prepared for a hundred flubs. If you have to roll out something like for ribbon, expect that to be the time an earthquake hits, because even after you do everything in your power to do it perfectly, something will ALWAYS do the gremlin thing. But does that stop us artistic types? Not a chance. Check these out:

 

Cool, I say… yummy cool.

5000 Year Old Wine May Cure What Ails You

 

I was reading about the tunnels under the Giza Plateau, a relatively new archaeological find in Egypt, when I was intrigued by another link. It took me to information about an early Egyptian ruler, the Scorpion king. Yep, he really existed, though not as the movie portrays him.

In April of 2009, Archaeologist Patrick McGovern and colleagues have found a cache of wine jars in Scorpion’s tomb that contains herbs and tree resins. They believe the additives were for medicinal purposes.

McGovern is sharing his new information with Penn Medicine's Abramson Cancer Center. Using biomolecular analysis, they are attempting to recreate the recipes of the wine find. The purpose? Maybe the ancient Egyptians were on to something – like a cure for cancer. While the concept of utilizing archaeology to help cure disease is thrilling, I can’t help but wonder why the Egyptians felt a dead person needed medicine.

Evidence is looking like these remedies are as much as 3350 B.C. Interestingly these appear to be imported wine concoctions as the Egyptians did not, at that time, produce their own wine. If you were an Egyptian ruler and imported medicated alcohol, wouldn’t you try to preserve peace with that exporting nation? Sometimes I think we could use a little bit of that wine, and the political friendship it fostered.

Original article: http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2009/04/090413-scorpion-king-wine.html

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The Next Big Thing

The Next Big Thing . . . wouldn’t that be nice? Could one of these blog-hop books be the next Fifty Shades of Grey? You could say you saw it first.
For those of you not familiar with a blog hop . . . it’s a bit of a treasure hunt. After reading a blog, look for a link to another author’s blog, for another treasure between the pages. Some books are still in in progress, as mine is, so names may change and plots may twist.  Some books are being released  while you read this blog. So exciting! My friend Christine London, who tagged me to participate in this tour, has many such published treasures. I have so much to thank her for it won’t fit in a blog; hardly fits in my heart. She is a writer of great emotion, and her characters travel to places I want to live. I’m sure you will find you need her books on your bedside table as much as I do. Visit her at www.christinelondon.com and continue to enjoy the work of our fellow authors on the tour.
What is the working title of your book?

A Spirited Wine.

Where did the idea come from for the book?

Growing up in England, my family lived in a three-hundred year old farmhouse, and while the images that may conjure seem bizarre, let me assure you I was not raised in a barn : ) Rather it was a two-story, perfectly normal house with a few ghosts. You read that right; ghosts. Auditory, dream-state and olfactory-based ghosts. Just so you don’t think me mad (yeah, I know… too late) I was not alone.

We first heard about the ‘guests’ from the house keeper and gardener, her husband who ‘came with the house’. They do things like that in the ‘old country’. Mr. and Mrs. Elder told us multiple stories, with plenty of details for us to poo-poo. My parents checked with the previous owners to be certain we didn’t have a couple of loonies in our home; same thing – ghosts.

Every one of us had very similar dreams about places in the house that might be lived in by beings able to pass through walls.

Many years later, I was offered a glass of exceptional pinot noir. I can’t explain it logically, but it changed my life. The magic of it stirred my imagination, and I realized I had to find a way to share my revelation.

Ah ha; fiction! I could combine the magic of wine and the mysteries of the supernatural. That way, no one will ever think me mad, just creative!

What genre does your book fall under?

Supernatural Suspense with a touch of romance.

Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?

Jude Law as ghost, Jessica Alba as Alexandra, Marion Cotillard as Monique, Javier Bardem as the police detective, Beyoncé as the detectives secret girlfriend (they work together *gasp*), Olivia Wilde as Alexandra’s mother (make-up to age her 10-15 years), and Robert Downy Jr. (playing a slightly more serious role than his Sherlock Holmes) as Alexandra’s older brother.

What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?

A Greek vineyard ghost helps solve a mystery with Alexandra Rives, who has recently sustained a head injury.

Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?

I’m on the fence about this one, though will eventually self-publish, even if I go with a publisher first. Hold on to your rights!

How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?

I love National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) and often take the opportunity to weave a weird one for their challenge to write 50,000 words in a month, so about two to three months. (One must have something to start with before beginning the word count frenzy.)

What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?

Buffy, the Vampire slayer for the supernatural / human connection, and anything by Martin Walker for the journey through to solving a crime-mystery, while eating fabulous food, and drinking wine.

Who or What inspired you to write this book?

Remember that pinot noir I mentioned earlier? It was from the vineyards of the Nuit-Saint-George in the Côte de Nuits sub-region of Burgundy, France. I also spent a summer in Europe recently, and was so partial to France, I want to haunt the place for an eternity : )

What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?

Creepy villain, er villains. Really creepy villain…s.

Who else should you visit?

I’m going to leave the links to a few friends’ blogs who may not have had time to join the tour (because of my lateness to get on the blog-tour), but deserve to be included.
1. Rochelle Staab, author of Who Do? Voodoo (supernatural suspense)
2. Nico Rosso, author of Night’s of Steel (romantic science fiction)
3. Veronica Blade, author of My Wolf’s Bane (young adult paranormal)
4. Brenda Scott Royce, author of Monkey Love (romantic comedy)
5. And, of course, my dear friend Christine London, author of Soul in His Eyes (contemporary romance). Enjoy!

Mysteries of the French Countryside

I recently discovered a wonderful book of suspense and romance by Martin Walker, complete with intrigue, sex, food and wine. From the first paragraph I am swept away into the French countryside cheering for the underdogs, waiting for the cross-examinations, following the narrow mountain roads overlooking breathtaking views, and raising a glass to the hamlet’s only café.

The author, Mr. Walker, comes from a political and historical approach to journalism, but has no difficulty turning his pen to fiction. He regales his readers with the adventures of a lone policeman in Saint-Denis, France in his pilot novel, “Bruno, Chief of Police”. You read that correctly; even though Bruno’s rank is Chief of Police, he is the only policeman in his lovely little village in this part of Burgundian France – Bordeaux. Unraveling the mystery of a murdered Algerian war hero who lived the life of a hermit on the outskirts of town, Bruno must keep the peace on multiple fronts -the crime touches some of the highest seats of the French government Bruno must answer to, while it stirs memories and buried emotions from the war against Nazi Germany among his friends and their relations of Saint-Denis.

As for the genre, there are some that feel a writer must not read what they write for fear of copying. I disagree. When another author does it right, all others should take note, for one can only learn; and learn, I do. For example, these stories are about Frenchmen doing French things, in France, yet I am reading in English. But wait, there is plenty of the French language tucked between these pages, craftily woven into the tale – you hardly notice; no need for a character to even say “Bien sûr” or “D’accord”. You just know. Genius. Not how I would have done it, but I find I prefer Walker’s technique.

I love recipes that crop up in books as the characters grill a steak (ooh, must try that marinade) or prepare an egg or potatoes and veggies (so simple, yet so very French). Everywhere Bruno goes he is offered food or drink, giving one an insight into the French way of life. I couldn’t ask for more… except perhaps a second in the series.

Well, I got my wish and a have starting reading “The Dark Vineyard”.

 

 

 

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Too Much Mr. Hyde

When things go wrong, I resort to art.

I know this about myself, so there's no need to report me to the Strict People. It's nothing new. I know I should try to be like others, take a deep breath and conform, but it just doesn't work for me. I can only take so much before I need to be creative.

"Or what?" you ask.

That's a complicated question, possibly without an answer.  I have had the opportunity to analyze it, though. The left side of the human brain can do the math, bit for all its accuracy, a staircase is a series of equidistant, linearly connected, perpendicular lines in a two dimensional plane. I live in the world of sweeping spiral staircases festooned with rococo carvings dug deeply into old oak banisters. I am a right-brainer and can't help myself. Somewhere inside I suspect I have no intention of looking for a cure, yet I still feel shame.

The little devil on my shoulder wants to know how come I think things are going badly. Stinker; he knows damn well I'm stumped with a computer programming problem. Ah! A left-brainer's pursuit. No wonder! I was too close to the unhappiness  to see it.

"Now what?" you ask.

Now, I draw, glue, cut, paint. I design, carve, melt, solder. I take a break, pet the cat and watch Dr. House videos - I watch him get ah ha's. Might be contagious. If I could solve my puzzle, I could go back to the left-brain project. Maybe that's what this is all about; I've been Dr. Hyde too long - it's Jeckle's turn. OK: I've got an art journal, Dr. House is on pause, cat's within reach - I'm goin' in. Don't wait up.

The Kiss

Posted on 14 July, 2012

My sister was recently married in London, England and decided to have a reception in the States. We were ecstatic, and got right to work on preparations.

I was in charge of the cake.

Being that it was to be a small venue of close southern Californian friends and immediate family, I didn’t think the multi-layer cake was in order.

Since the art business is where my sister ‘calls home’, it seemed fitting that the cake should reflect that, and the romantic Gustav Klimt came to mind. His 1908 painting, “The Kiss” portrays a newly wed couple in a loving embrace of gentle affection. No other image would do.

Fondant City
I surrounded myself with coloured fondant icing – every inch of the rainbow, expanding it by making my own colours, working the dough-like frosting as if it were clay. It might have been more fun without the plastic cloves, but it was important to me that the cake be suitable for the pickiest eater. Accents of edible gold leaf pulled the image together. (The ‘glow’ around the couple is a gold leaf covered rib of fondant, as are a few areas of the garment designs in the photo detail, above.)

When the thing was presented to the newly-weds and guests, no one was willing to cut into the artwork – not even the bride and groom! Cake maker Alex Kent (aka Niki Chanel) had to do it amidst hisses and boos and gasps of disbelief… but they all had a piece.

 

 

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Weird and Wonderful Sight in the Sky

A murmuration is a swarm of starlings in flight... you know, a visual algorithm. Don't you just love it!

Pinterest Warning

Warning! Warning! Pinterest users!

Those of you who have discovered   Pinterest already know of it’s addictive nature. What you may not know yet, however, is its ability to inspire.

I am a fairly new member and this weekend was driven to redecorate. Images of what I had seen on Pinterest boards earlier in the week came to mind and I was unable to resist the temptation.

Switching out the bed in our guest room, we put together the antique headboard that had been in the garage for years. Oh no! A  deep scratch! Wait; I know what to do… what was it? Quick - check out household tips of your Pinterest followers boards for the solution. Yes! A walnut meat. Strange but true, rubbing the walnut over the gouge concealed the damage enough to celebrate.

The guest room is shaping up nicely.

You have been warned.

 

 

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For the Love of Romance… and Wine

Too many people seem to think that Romance novels are all about sex. If that were the case, only Erotica would be considered romantic.

Writing sex, however is not my forte; in fact, I don't think of myself as a Romance writer. Rather I’m apt to weave romance throughout the story. Romance, the way I see it is about being aware of sensuality, both in one's self and in the world around them.

For example, a romantic interlude between a couple from my favourite story might have you leaning across the picnic table for the salt and the person you have heartache for but won't give you the time of day also reaches; your hands touch... your eyes meet. Then BANG! Birds rush from trees in fright, guests stand in shock, a drink falls over. The moment is lost - but not forgotten.

That table, however, will undoubtedly be laden with a Mediterranean feast of vegetables, olives and the all important wine. This, to me, is the essence of romance… relaxing time together with the ones I love.

Colour me old-fashioned if you must, but my definition of romance is more about sensuality than about sex.

In a story, as in life, If and or when togetherness becomes sexual, the beginning of the end must be near. The relationship is doomed to some kind of change. Either the passion peter’s out or the marriage becomes comfortable; either way the electricity of anticipation and mutual magnetic desire to seduce each other becomes diminished. The couple will have to work harder to keep the love alive: house, kids, love of work...

To my mind, this tenuous affection is a God-given magic; the magic of someone’s attention can make you feel beautiful and wanted. When you feel that kind of good, you are in the state of grace they talk about in Regencies, but notice it's all too often in a 'don't touch' sort of way. The attention you crave is wrapped up in hope - hope that you will see the heartthrob again, hope for that deep, timeless eye contact again; hope you will feel beautiful and wanted again. You anticipate. You hope. You romance.

That’s why the wine is so important. Remember the wine? It was on the table with the pesto noodles.

It's not there to quench your thirst. It's more like a lesson in lovemaking. It makes you pay attention to it. It fills your senses with romance, delivering a bouquet of gifts from the garden, a bright red ruby to put in your hand and dives in for a teenager's kiss when you take it into your mouth. If a secret love is nearby, it's an ice breaker. If the lover is known to you, eye contact becomes a promise. Anticipation. Those intense moments of passion leading up to the act is where the romance lives.

And for those who find no partner, there's always that glass of the sublime elixir to be your tour guide of the world, pointing out the beauty and meaning of life, and you fall in love with the knowledge and your experience. Somehow Mother Nature has created a love potion – a liquid lesson in appreciation.

After a sip or two of a rich Burgundy, any moon is gorgeous, the flowering tree is a marvel and the birds are speaking a language you can almost understand; your senses have been unveiled. You are in the throws of Romance.

If you doubt me, just try stargazing with a Coke Cola or an energy drink and see how magical that is. Those drinks force you to pay attention, but to a different tune… because the romance is missing.

There's that word again.

Hey, I have an idea; let’s go pour a glass of pinot and I’ll show you what I mean.

 

 

 

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Invitation from the Muse

I was reading an Amazon 'look inside' from a book titled "Secrets of the Sommelier's" and learned that the celebrated Kevin Zraly operates his wine tasting classes, "Windows on the World Wine School" at the Marriott Marquis Hotel in Times Square, NYC. He probably holds court in the same rotating bar where I recently spent an evening with writer's Trish Albright, Chellesie B. Dancer, Lorenzo Monterossa and Christine London drinking and telling bizarre stories.

How cool is that?! An internationally famous wine event in the same place as the Romance Writer’s of America 2011 conference. Had we only known, thousands of romance authors could have brought together the intrigue of the written word and my wine Muse would have rejoiced!

Still, all was not lost; my sister was visiting the Big Apple on business from London, England during the same week of the convention. She and I share a passion for pinot noir and throughout our week we drank several rapturous reds. And why not? Wikipedia quotes Joel Fleischman of Vanity Fair describing pinot noir as "the most romantic of wines, with so voluptuous a perfume, so sweet an edge, and so powerful a punch that, like falling in love, they make the blood run hot and the soul wax embarrassingly poetic." Master Sommelier Madeline Triffon calls pinot "sex in a glass".

My romantic sentiments, exactly.

I’m guessing that Christine Ashworth, writer of paranormal, young adult, and urban-fantasy romance would agree; reading her blog I often glean tid-bits and advice about wine. Though she seems to prefer rosé, it occurred to me that wine is really all about sharing. Even when we drink alone, we are among compatriots – members of an appreciators club. Wine drinkers seldom imbibe to get drunk; we sip the drink to slip into a gentler world of insight and relaxation. As writer’s we are after communion - a chance to get closer to the storytelling lips of our muses and hear their tales. The bottle does not disappoint - it’s as though an inter-dimensional portal to this ‘other place’ of the delicate arts is poured into our glass. Wine will not leave you like a straying mate; it will take you, the muse seeking teleportee, by the hand and point out highlights in the landscape.

Hmm… maybe I don’t need to read the rest of the book; I may already know the secret: wine delivers the invitation from the muse, its drinker to a realm of romance. It’s grace in a glass.

 

 

I think this wonderful promo image for the new musical ‘Wine Lovers’ says it all. They appear to be each others muse. Now showing at Muriel's Cabaret Theatre located in Le Petit Theatre at 616 St. Peter Street in New Orleans. Tickets are $59, which includes six tastings of wines. To learn more and to purchase tickets, go to www.lepetittheatre.com or www.wineloversthemusical.com.

P.S. Couldn’t help myself - 'Secrets of the Sommelier’s is on its way to my wine cellar.

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EPICon 2009 in Las Vegas

30 June - 3 August

Las Vegas, NV: Montelago Village at Lake Las Vegas is beautiful, serene and elegant in a Mediterranean sort of way.

No flashing lights, no huge crowds 24/7, no trash, no noise. Idyllic for a week in the desert with fellow electronic published writer's and cover designers. Elite. The Village hoists the hotel and the hotel supplies the Village with its population of eager patrons.

EPICon is only open to electronically published authors and published digital cover artists so there is a feeling of being elite among peers. Classes are lively and full of insider information. One gets a chance to meet the faces behind the e-mails and websites and ask that question that's been lurking about just how dark is that person that writes the horror you love.

I did meet several fascinating individuals that I will remain in touch with regarding horror and sensual genres. Take, for example, Wrath James White. Second day into workshops, this black beauty sits down next to me. By lunchtime I know all about his newest pet project - KillerCon, a new convention for horror writer's. Only one rule: you must have killed at least one character. This guy is way too nice to be a horror writer, though apparently is good at it. I don't as yet have the nerve to venture into the world of blood and evil, but this tale about a nonhuman that falls for the girl next door, is intriguing because he wants to have the pleasure of killing her! But wait! He brings her back to life...and kills her again. Repeat. Too creepy. Wrath, however, is so not creepy - handsome, intelligent engaging, creative...he's a keeper; simply excellent cool.

 

 

LiveJournal Tags: Montelago Village,Las Vegas,Niki Chanel,EPICon,KillerCon

What to Pack for the Caribbean

Anne Kemp has some great advice for that Caribbean island vacation. Click on her name to read her suggestions.

Anne is an author showcased at Premier Digital Publishing. 
The prequel to her debut novel Rum Punch Regrets is out, called All Fruits Ripe. Rum Punch will be out in May of this year. Both books will be available on Nook AND Kindle.


Prequel! I love the idea!

Life Without Internet Access

*GASP* I clutch at my head; eyes wild, mouth open in the ever famous silent scream. How am I going to conduct business, research plot lines and characters, check for business hours and directions? I’m lost and depressed; alone and scoffed at by peers.

I race to Starbucks and libraries. I make a nuisance of myself at friends.

“Can I mooch off your WiFi, pleeease? I’ll bring Cheetos…

After a few days I start waking up. Repairs will take a while as the phone company found an anomaly with our line. Once the tranquilizers take effect, I see things in my environment I was oblivious to before, like what’s happening in the kitchen… who are these people and what are they doing in my home? Oh yeah – family.

We get reacquainted.

Gardening gets done, spring sunshine feels like a Mediterranean holiday. Laundry, tidying, reading, neighbourhood walks… even art projects abandoned since Christmas are completed.

Oh look, the cat’s had kittens!

Then the repairman arrives. Oh, Caloo Calais. My computer is reconnected to the planet hum. I email my online friends and tell the world I’m back.

Crap. Spam in the reams of unread email, unanswered, out of date.

Half an hour later I’m screaming at my laptop because Facebook published something I wasn’t ready to publish, and now the world knows I’m an idiot. My blood pressure surely must be maxed out. Anger, frustration and embarrassment: I can’t remember how to Tweet.

What’s going on here? I can’t live happily without it but it makes me crazy, robs me of sleep, and belittles me globally. Why do I do it to myself? Why?

Because I’m a human obsessively in love with a digital device, a non-human vice. I’m addicted. I’m conflicted. I’m normal.

So I offer my ode to the code:

Take me back – I’ll behave

Just don’t ever leave me again.

I missed you my friends,

Google Earth and Hulu

I need my YouTube, blog and Lulu

You justify my ends.

I know I need help,

But what about Yelp?

Stay with me now;

Promise I’ll use PayPal.

Take me back – I’ll behave

just don’t ever leave me again.

BuzzNet Tags: internet addiction,Niki Chanel,internet problem,no internet access

Why You Should Always Carry a Corkscrew

Recently I was at the J. Paul Getty museum with some art friends. The occasion was memorable for many reasons; a few of this group I had not seen for a many years, others I was meeting for the first time. I had never been to The Getty before and the skies were clear enough to see Catalina from the museum balconies. This was a day of firsts. (Those of you who know LA understand the Catalina thing.)

The exhibit I had gone to see was the Pacific Standard Time: Crosscurrents in LA. One of the ‘coolest’ pieces was Ed Ruscha’s 1968 painting, “The Los Angeles County Museum of Art on Fire”.

A funny blog on the subject of the paintings meaning can be found at LACMA.wordpress.com. At the time it was being painted, contemporary artists were angry over not being included in their city’s art scene – there was no place to display their work. Then the LACMA opened - a strict architectural box of a thing surrounded by a mote – very auspicious and not at all reminiscent of a place to expect modern art – still there was few openings for the local arts. The painting expressed the feeling of anger and frustration perfectly and hosted a very lively discussion from our group.

Another painting of interest to me was “A Bigger Splash” by Hockney. I had always thought that David Hockney had drizzled a bit of white paint on his canvas and made a few sweeping strokes to create the splash in the pool. Up close, in fact he had used a tool much like a fork to rake into the wet paint to achieve the splash. The fact that the viewer never gets to see who (or what) just entered the water has always been a delight for me.

Then there was lunch. Our group had managed to procure a private board room for our get-together but we had to go down stairs a couple of floors to get something to eat. Coming up in the elevator with trays of soup was hilarious; all of us agreed this scene should be in a movie.

Choosing my meal, I had taken a chance and purchased a $10 half bottle of cabernet sauvignon, agreeing to split it with a new acquaintance, but was unconvinced that this was a good idea. Just as one should never prepare a dish for the first time when company is about to arrive (it rarely works out well), the same I think, is true with wines. Shouldn’t one have already tasted and approved of a wine before serving it to guests, to avoid a fiasco? I have never heard of the cab, never seen its label and was more than a little concerned that I did not have a pocket aerator with me. A bad wine is often the reason a situation is remembered and I was not looking forward to this being one of them.

We made ourselves comfortable and tasted our lunch. Ah, the food is fabulous. Let’s try the wine.

Cork.

No corkscrew.

The investment of time away from my lunch date added worry to my insecurity. Why hadn’t I thought of this before leaving the cafeteria? However, in finding a sommelier I also found the restaurant. Elegant and inviting; artsy and upscale, though relaxed; I will definitely be returning.

Back in our private digs, we pour a bit into our glasses. Beautiful deep vampire red colour - you know, the one with a touch of maroon in it. The very little, but graceful nose tells me this will NOT be awful. There’s hope! Finally, the first sip; full bodied a bit spicy but subtle and well blended, and a lightly sweet aftertaste with a long peppery, astringent finish. We look at each other and I realize my wine lover friend had the same worries, and the same relief. “Mmmm, that’s good.” We agree. “What is this?” I turn the bottle around: Hahn. The label has a signature on it (not unlike my own penmanship) that says ‘Nicky Hahn’. Hey, my namesake! (Again, thank goodness it was a good choice.) Hmm, central coast, 2009. I make a mental note to get more of this. I picked up the cork to reseal the last portion and notice it is embossed with the winery’s website. I have heard some do this, but this is the first time I’ve seen it. Great idea; much easier to pop the cork in your pocket or handbag rather than the whole bottle if you have nothing to write with when you want to remember the wine.

As expected, the red elixir opened the conversation to a animated and enjoyable exchange and topped off a perfect day… truly a day of firsts.