So I know I’ve been all over the place an kind of MIA on all social media with the exception of reviews, so I’m extremely sorry! But I have a goodie for you, a brand new little something that I just wrote called ‘The Ocean Between Us…’
Life has been a little weird. Had some ups and a lot of downs and I’m working on me during this little hiatus. My health also took a turn and I recently had to have an emergency surgery so that’s another thing.
I know I could make a million promises to post more original work and excerpts from current projects but I kind of hit a mental road block with all the medical stuff that’s been launched at me when my back was turned lol. So I won’t make any promises on dates for much of anything. That means no schedules till I’m ready!
The only promises I’m willing to make are 1. That I won’t ever stop writing, even if it means that I can only manage to finish a chapter/project a month and 2. That I will keep on keeping on. I’m to stubborn to let anything keep me down permanently.
I will say that I’m currently writing a lot and that is kind of recent, maybe a week or 2 of this and I’m really happy about that. There is still a lot to work on and a lot of projects that have just popped into my head recently and I apparently don’t know how to pace myself. But anyways, I have no eta for either Knock Me off My Choos or Birth Curse book 1, all I’m willing to say is that a lot has been written and fleshed out and I am going to look into traditonal publishing for at least Birth Curse. I will of course keep you posted as things progess but that’s about it.
Now for the good part.
Like I said, I’ve been writing a lot and I kind of fell in love with this heartbreaking poemish peice that I just penned not even 30mins ago so I thought I’d share it with all of you!
Without further ado.
The Ocean Between Us…
There’s an ocean between us with frightening and crashing waves.
There’s an eeriness about that I can’t will away.
How can 2 people who know so much about each other,
Two souls that have spent so much time together, be such strangers.
We were once so close and physically you are no more then 7 steps away.
How can we be so distant?
There’s an ocean between us,
It’s rushing up our shores;
Threatening to pull me in.
Seeing each other daily but we’re really far more than worlds apart.
Its gut wrenching to be so close to someone but drift so far away.
It hurts to choke back tears, to breathe through the pain.
We’re closing more than just our physical doors.
The distance is real, tangible.
That feeling of loneliness, that helpless despair.
There’s an ocean between us and I feel that distance overwhelming me.
You are right there but I can’t even express my heartbreak
It will only divide us further.
You don’t even notice the change,
Not until it affects you
That’s when I become the villain,
The one who’s different, who’s cold,
The one creating the distance.
There’s an ocean between us and I’ve lost sight of your shore.
There was a time not long ago when I could tell you anything,
but that time has passed.
Is it the fear of losing my best friend,
The fear of losing my family that keeps me grasping at the shifting sand the waves keep washing away.
Am I an idiot for hoping things get better?
For the distance to shrink?
For a way to find that friendship we worked so hard to build?
Should I finally let the ocean that’s separating us wash it all away?
So I hope you guys enjoyed it!
Thanks for stopping by,
Sheri spends her days fighting zombies and her nights chained to a wall, earning her every breath by telling stories to her captor Aleksy—stories that make them both forget the ruined world. Sheri could put up with the conditions—at least she knows her sister is safe in the community Aleksy leads—until she realizes she’s falling for him…even though he wants her dead.
Fairytales, Zombies and Romantic BDSM
Hello, hello. I’m the author of One Thousand and One Nights, soon to be published by the Ever After line of Entangled. I live in South Africa, which is a country, and I write and review fiction while studying law.
1001 Nights adapts and retells the story of Scheherazade, the mythical Persian queen who escaped beheading at the hands of her jilted, homicidal husband Shahryar (in Persian, “king”) by telling him bedtime stories. In his original form, Shahryar inspires about as much empathy as Ted Bundy. Surrounded by man-eating corpses, protecting his own tiny island of the living, Aleksy (in Greek/Polish, “defender of mankind”) was my attempt to salvage the King from his misogynistic past. He hates and fears his Scheherazade, Sheri, because she’s tainted by a zombie-bite, but still human. The feeling of just subsisting from day to day translates well to an updated version: Aleksy tries to keep going in a world that’s betrayed him, and Sheri lives with the constant fear of death and undeath.
I first called it One Thousand and One Corpses, but the publisher wanted more romance, less out-and-out horror. I also gave it a subtitle, Sheri and the King, which probably tells you more about my upbringing on Broadway musicals than you wanted to know. I balance that out with a zombie obsession that gave me chills all the way through Max Brooks’ World War Z. In fact, I’d pay to watch a zombie musical, preferably written and directed by Richard O’Brien. It’d take about twenty years for a decent production to find its way to Cape Town, South Africa, but I’ll fund the Kickstarter campaign and wait.
Doing research for this story was a pleasure. I read the tales of Sinbad, explored the different translations and took a closer look at some traditional fairytales. These stories and their Disney reboots cause me equal amounts of delight and righteous anger. Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Snow White, The Little Mermaid: if there’s any message there, it’s that women should be hetero, beautiful and probably silent. Even better, asleep. One of my favourites is Beauty and the Beast, which tells the story of a spoilt daydreamer, imprisoned and blackmailed until she falls in love with her abuser. I’m writing the BDSM version right now. It’s empowering. At least a Belle who reads the Marquis de Sade and dreams about whippings wants everything she gets.
Sure, I’m a feminist. I believe in “the radical notion that women are people”, in the words of Cheris Kramarae. I had some interesting discussions with my editors on this point, especially as regards Sheri and her boundless enthusiasm for sex. I adore the erotica written by Remittance Girl, who takes a similar approach to liberated female sexuality as Greta Christina, a fantastic atheist blogger and sex writer. I wanted my story to reflect these concerns of mine, and I’d welcome any comments on this subject.
Fairytales, zombies, (romantic) BDSM and feminism are themes that run through 1001 Nights. But the story’s also just playful pop fiction that I wrote for fun. I hope you enjoy the reading as much as I enjoyed the writing.
“He had meant to go straight to the basin to wash, but instead he stood watching the woman sleep. Did she dream? The coppery hair covering her face likely concealed shallow fever-dreams of blood and slaughter, but the arm curled defensively around her head made her seem vulnerable—a captive no older than her teenaged sister. Rays from the sun reached in through the window, and where they touched her skin a blush rose to the surface, pulsing as though kindled from within. Her dressing-gown had fallen open. Aleksy’s eye was held by the way her breasts pushed against the severe under wiring of her bra.
On her, it didn’t look pre-packaged. The charcoal-grey cups matched the high waisted briefs she wore; the cotton bunched a little where one thigh had slipped over the other. Only when her finger twitched and she resettled her head on her arm did he find the self-discipline to shut his eyes and turn away.”
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Alexis heads to the laundry room in her new apartment, she runs into Ian Reese,
the chem lab partner she crushed on all last semester. And the guy who stood
her up on their first date. But she’s down for an awkward reunion, and no
better place than her creepy laundry room.
making amends, but just when Alexis begins to trust him again, a new threat
calls more than their future together into question. A ghost from the
apartment’s past is hellbent on revenge, and if he wants to get his girl, he’ll
have to get the ghost first.
Instead of taking one of the buses speeding through campus during my college career, I always walked, my gaze aimed at the ground for anything shiny and round. If I found treasure in the form of a quarter, it was well worth the few bumps on the head or rude comments I got from not looking where I was going. Like most college students, I was poor.
But I became a pretty successful quarter tracker, and when I’d find one, I’d add it to my carefully stacked pile with the hope I’d have enough to do laundry soon. With all that walking around campus, there were days when I came home smelling a tad ripe.
The washers and dryers were located on the basement floor of my apartment building, and let’s just say that going down there, alone, was the equivalent of walking into a dragon dungeon with my arms loaded with raw meat. That’s what it felt like anyway.
Storage cupboards took up the far wall that led from the stairs to the laundry area, each one about three feet long and three feet wide. Sometimes one of them would be open a crack. The single overhead light only cast a faint orange glow, deepening the shadows inside that open cupboard to an inky black.
Whenever I’d see one of those open cupboards, I’d stop in my tracks while my imagination tumbled over everything that could be lurking inside. Usually the things I imagined involved segmented legs, machetes, Brazilian poison dart frogs, porcelain dolls, or a combination of all of the above, just waiting to spring out.
My pulse racing, I’d give my laundry bag a squeeze and check to make sure I still had my quarters. Then, with my breath held, I’d race past the open cupboard, dump all my clothes into the washer, throw in some soap, push my quarters into the slots, start the machine, and sprint back out before I’d used up all the stored air in my lungs.
It was such a rush! It made laundry day pretty much the best day ever! Of course, I’ve always lived for that pump of adrenaline that fear gives me. I watch scary movies alone in the dark by myself on purpose. I guess I’m weird like that.
On one of my trips to the laundry room, my boyfriend’s brother went with me (I can’t remember why exactly, but I may have told him about the spooky basement). When he saw the wall of cupboards, his exact words were, “A serial killer stores his victims in these, huh?”
And that’s when I stopped doing laundry in that apartment building. Nah, just kidding. I still did. Remember that adrenaline rush thing I was talking about? Yep.
All of this was the fuel I needed to eventually write Haunted Chemistry. Who knew laundry could be so delightfully scary?
How about you? What’s the most interesting thing that’s happened to you while doing laundry? Have you ever done laundry in a particularly frightening place?
My name on his tongue sounds amazing, but I try not to notice. I turn, the bulk of my laundry bag holding the door open for me. “What?”
He swallows and glances at his black boots. “It’s great to see you again.”
I nod. It’s great to see him, too, but I’m not the one who didn’t show up for our date at the end of last semester and who vanished for an entire summer with no explanation. Maybe he forgot about our non-date, because he sure isn’t trying to explain himself. But why didn’t he call to tell me he wouldn’t be coming instead of making me wait for him?
My bag bites its weight into my shoulder. When I shift it to the other one, the door creaks closed in Ian’s face. I wince. I didn’t mean for that to happen.
“Well.” He frowns through the broken squares in the window. “See you.”
“Yeah.” With a sigh, I watch him walk away. I’ve missed our group study sessions where we’d always sit next to each other and accidentally nudge each other’s knee or foot. I’ve missed how easy it is to be with him. I’ve missed him. He doesn’t seem like the type who wouldn’t call to say he couldn’t make it. But he didn’t.
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About the Author:
Lindsey R. Loucks works as a school librarian in rural Kansas. When she’s not discussing books with anyone who will listen, she’s dreaming up her own stories. Eventually her brain gives out, and she’ll play hide and seek with her cat, put herself in a chocolate induced coma, or watch scary movies alone in the dark to reenergize.
She’s been with her significant other for almost two decades
Genre: YA Paranormal/
Release Date: April 10, 2013
Publisher: Dauntless Hawk Ink
Pages: 301 pages
Goodreads Rating: 4.78
My Rating: 5
My take on the book:
The Great (Pros):
- The world AJMM created so masterfully. I loved the scenery in this book; she literally took me on a literary adventure. I felt as if I was right there experiencing some of the scenes with Freya.
- The Characters. I know I mentioned above that those characters were greatly developed and I meant it. I loved A.J.M. Mousseau’s characters, from the good down to the bad. Sure I wanted to rip the face off said villain, but isn’t that how you know that the author has created a note worthy opponent for your hero? Truthfully, I can’t say that any character’s storyline really irked me. Freya is pretty awesome and Theron is Ah-maze-ing, two of my favorite main characters as of yet. I loved Piper, she was just too cute and Scarlett was oddly reminiscent of my own aunt. I loved Jesse even when he seemed to be that brooding over protective guy you tend to get annoyed with. I can’t get into too much detail involving the characters cause I might give away some of the plot points but just know that I could spend hours discussing this book and those characters.
- The Science and Mythology. Really guys, this author did her homework before penning this masterfully written story. She breaks things down for us readers in a way that’s informative, not condescending. The mythology was woven into the story so well I found myself getting chills at some points.
- The Cover Art. Seriously this cover art is so amazing and fits the story. It was one of the main reasons I found myself drawn to the story and one of the reasons I decided to read it. Even though it’s not a full facial shot it helped me to imagine Freya in my mind.
The not so great (Cons):
- The ending. Don’t get me wrong the ending itself was pretty cool, but a tad anti-climactic. I saw it coming and that really bugged me when I went to turn the page and found I had reached the end. I wasn’t expecting that ending for a book that in my opinion worked so hard and succeeded in proving it was NOT like the rest. But this was a small faux pas that I can overlook. Truthfully only because I know, as a writer, that it is meant to keep readers on the edge of their seats and keep them hooked and tuned in for the next installment in the series. The ending gives the author a plot to work with so like I said bearable.
- Predictability. I know, this might seem to conflict with my earlier statement to the contrary and for the most part this book was a breath of fresh air. But there was one moment in the book other than the aforementioned ending that I can’t delve into because it definitely is a major plot point, that I totally knew without a shadow of a doubt would happen. As the author continued, I pushed the thought to the back of my mind and hoped that it wouldn’t play out that way… but it did.
Dark Souls Series
Genre: New Adult Urban Fantasy
Date of Publication: July 19, 2013
Goodreads Rating: 4.43
My Rating: 4.5
Number of pages: 280
Word Count: 103,000
19-year-old Emily desperately wants a name for what she is. For what is consuming and torturing her. For what is changing her.
But she’s not crazy like her mother. She’s not.
Emily may not be as crazy as she thinks, because her body is no longer her own. Something is stirring inside her. It is soft, seductive, and tells her what to do to survive. As Emily learns that her world has been infected by demons that consume human souls and fit seamlessly into the bodies they empty, she must also accept that she is one of them. Yet, she is different from the rest, because her darkness didn’t inhabit her, it was awakened. And it doesn’t just want the humans.
My take on the book:
Dear lord, this book just killed me… in a good way of course. I don’t believe I’ve cried this much since Bambi’s momma died. I should probably admit that I also haven’t done the kinda happy dance done for those extremely sweet moments in a book/movie for a while and there were maybe 3 portions of this book where I did just that so kudos to you Ms. Ketley Allison for accomplishing that.
Ketley Allison is a whiz when it comes creating a great Demon world, the types of demons in particular where very interesting. Look out Jana Oliver, author of The Demon Trappers Series because it looks like you might just have yourself some competition in the literary world of Demons because Ms. Allison sure did give you a run for your money. I absolutely loved this book, no doubt about it and genuinely look forward to reading the next installment.
The Great (Pros):
- Demonology. I loved that Ketley Allison took the time to do some basic research on demonology. Her demons where very well placed and the imagery executed to near perfection.
- The Characters, more specifically Macey. Macey was the bomb, an awesome best friend. The characters were all very likable even those that shouldn’t or normally wouldn’t be, but as you might notice this will also fall into the not so great column.
- The Epilogue. Holy Hell I loved the epilogue, it might just be the best part of the whole book to me. It not only grants you closure but it definitely has the chills hitting you hard.
- The Ending before the Epilogue. I can’t say I was expecting that ending but I will admit that it was a treat. I love when writers have the ability to shake us up as readers and step away for the norm.
- The Cover. Simplistic and yet very to the point. I like that, a lot. Once you’ve read the book it all makes sense.
- The Hunter. I loved everything about the Hunter, the mythology, the creation, the character. This was one of the most thought out portions of the book. While the name itself is a tad anticlimactic it is definitely something you can overlook, all because of how the author goes about creating and writing it.
- The Romance. I’m a sucker for the romantic bits in books and I really liked the chemistry between Emily and her beau. But sadly this to will fall into the not so great as well.
The not so great (Cons):
- The Characters. As you saw above I liked the characters, their back stories and how they interacted. Emily was a strong young woman who is like-able, but to me that also seemed like a problem, every character was like-able. Archer had his moments but his sister was definitely a character I wanted to dislike but I couldn’t. They all seemed a tad too constructed in that sense. Also, I found it hard to picture some of the characters which is why I felt the need to place this in my cons list.
- The Romance. While I liked the chemistry, there weren’t enough scenes or interactions in my opinion for the intensity of their romance. It seemed a bit rushed.
- The Pace. I have to admit that as much as I loved this book, there were a couple of instances where I found myself wanting to skim through a couple of sentences, this was due in part to the way those passages where written and partly because I’m easily distracted. I felt like they seemed a tad on the blah side, which is the complete opposite of the paragraphs before it or following it. It felt as if Ms. Allison, herself was winded and these were her breather passages, causing an awkward pace for me as a reader. Also while some of the writing lacked the imagery I needed, other portions of the book where too descriptive. It’s a fine line to toe but I think all in all Ketley Allison did alright for herself.
*Note: it is used simply as a substitute for the actual passages. The sentence seemed weird to me while re-reading it but I could find any other words to describe what I was trying to portray.
All in all the negatives didn’t seem to affect the story enough for me to drop the rating too much. Ketley Allison is an extremely talented individual with a knack for writing, well at least writing demon stories. This book is a definite must have, comparable to the writing of Jana Oliver ‘Demon Trapper Series’, Kim Harrison ‘The Hollows’ and Nancy Holder & Debbie Viguie ‘Wicked Series’. And luckily for you readers, this book is a steal on Amazon for $0.99. Enjoy the Excerpt Below for your first look into “Dark Souls”
So let me begin by giving myself a pat on the back and saying I completed the ‘Evil Dead Challenge” which I’m a couple of months late reporting on… oopppssiiee
But really I’ve always been a fan of the series so there was no way I was gonna miss that one. The movie was great, really I loved the direction they took it. The movie had the right amount of gore and the perfect creep factor. I didn’t jump as much as I anticipated but I definitely cringed. The actors did a superb job, and the character development was pretty realistic. All in all, the Tipsy-Ink team gives this one and 9 outta 10.
I’ve also had the pleasure of crossing a couple of movies off of my list but I gotta admit I’m behind on that as well.
Any-who, this post isn’t really about that, now is it? As the title suggests, you’ll be getting a quick rundown on whats been going on and what’s up with the ghost act I kinda pulled the last couple of months.
First, I feel obligated to apologize for the lack of any sort of contact but I was recently diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis, a pretty severe case, and I’ve kinda been focusing all my energy on recovering. I needed a bit of time to myself to get used to the limitations I now have to deal with and get used to my new routine of sorts.
NO, I have not nor will I stop working on my books and they still have a projected release date. I love my characters and the story they helped me create so not writing that and sharing it with all of you is not even an option to consider. YES, the promised excerpts for Knock Me Off My Choos were scraped but the story is still very much in development. I have a tendency to go through my work a million times over before I’m happy and the chapter I was hoping to release was still way under-developed so I scrapped the release of the excerpt and kinda went back to the drawing boards. There will be a release sometime in the near future with a small excerpt for this series but until its typed and undergoing the editing process I won’t be announcing the release for it. So please bear with me.
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I refuse to be defined by what you see
To be defined by what u make of me.
I refuse to be defined by the sickness ailing me.
For you to think I’m weak.
I refuse to fall into that cliché, that stereotype.
I’m more than the image or person I portray
Your assumptions won’t make you witty or slick
They only highlight your ignorance
The world is made of more than your shallow judgments
Your preconceived notions.
But if you must judge me by what you think you see
remember the world may just judge you the way you’ve judge me….
I’m not weak, I won’t break
I’ve been through more than you could imagine and still thrive.
I don’t succeed in life to taunt you
I’m not who I am because of you
I don’t do what I do because I’ve been told to
I’m me, I succeed, I thrive and I fight in spite of you
– Tiffany M. Oharriz
As many of you might have noticed due to the message in the poem above, I’m going through a pretty hard time right now.
Between my meds, rounds of treatments and doctor appointments I haven’t had much down time or thinking time for any of my stories so I apologize for any missed deadlines or what not.
I promise that once all of this is dealt with and I can find a normal routine I will be back to the same ole me typing away at the computer for you all to read 😀