June 2011

Wish You Were Here!

Today, I’m writing the blog equivalent of a postcard, sent to you from my current vacation paradise, the Romance Writers of America national conference in New York City.  Our theme this year is Bright Lights, Big Stories, a title that reinforces the grand scope of the event and the excitement of what goes on here for one action-packed week.

I truly wish you were here! If you love romance, you’d enjoy strolling through the conference and seeing all your favorite writers, hearing the gossip about books in the works and getting in the conversations about the hottest covers or the most boundary-breaking plotlines.

So, in lieu of that, allow me to escort you around the conference so you can see the highlights vicariously.  Trust me, it’ll be fun.

First up – check in.  Now, on a normal vacation, this wouldn’t be that much fun.  But at a romance writer conference packed with 2000 writers and publishing professionals who haven’t seen each other in a year or more, check in is the biggest family reunion you can imagine.  Just opening the doors to the hotel invites laughter out into the streets of the city, our raucous greetings, squealed hellos and enthusiastic hugs enough to make the rest of the world wonder what the heck is going on.  Don’t mind us.  It’s old home week for the romance world.

Next, time to go change and empty your tote bags to head down to the Literacy Autographing.  Over 400 authors are signing their latest releases.  You can shop to your heart’s content, even bring in some of your favorites from your keeper shelf at home to have authors sign copies you won’t part with.  It’s tempting to snag up tons of books and since all the proceeds go toward our literacy initiative, you can feel really good about those purchases!  But the best part is meeting your favorite writers.  They’re all lined up alphabetically so they’re easy to find, with the biggest stars seated around the perimeter to accommodate their long lines and extra fans.  I always try to scoot out of my seat a little early so I can shop, too.  Writers are some of the biggest reader fans on the planet.

By now, you’re probably starving.  Time to hit the hotel restaurant and grab a bite with friends.  And what do you know, the writer you missed seeing at the autographing is two tables over!  You get to tell her how much you loved her last book and tell her how much you can’t wait for the next.  That kind of greeting is never intrusive.  It’s always a welcome hello!

If you can stick around for a few days, it’s fun to attend a few writer workshops.  If you don’t write yourself, it’s still fun to attend the workshops on historical costumes or, if romantic suspense is your thing, head to the weaponry demo or a talk with detectives about how they approach a crime scene.  And hey, if you’d just like to talk heroes, you can look for a workshop like Catherine Mann and I have given a few times – Bad Boys of Category.  You’ll be inundated with pictures of gorgeous men while we discuss the finer points of alpha males and military dudes, cops and warriors. 

By week’s end, you can drag out all your personal finery for our
don’t-miss black tie event, the RITAs.  Awards are given to our favorite books of the year in a ceremony that’s always entertaining.  But the most fun is to people watch and see what the award winners are wearing.  Jacquie D’Alessandro never disappoints, occasionally showing up like a fairy princess complete with wand and a quirky alligator purse dressed to match her.  Teresa Medeiros is always stunning and we wonder if J.R. Ward will wear her signature dark shades.  

At the end of the evening, we eat cake and drink champagne and wonder how we’ll wait another year to do it all again.  Hugs are given, a few tears shed for how long it’s been between visits.  Most of all, we hold the memories close until the next time…

***Okay, let’s pretend you’ve got the all important envelope in your hand.  What winner names would you read for RITA books this year?  What was your favorite short contemporary of 2010?  Your favorite long historical?  Young adult?  Inspirational?  You can pick your category and your book, but let’s do share a few favorites!  I’ll be giving away a signed copy of your choice of my backlist books to one random poster.

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The Vampire Secret

I am Romanian on my father’s side, so you’d think I’d be steeped knee deep in vampire lore.


But in fact, apart from being scared to death on viewing Dracula in my early teens, I never gave vampires a half a thought until I was looking for an idea for my thirteenth book. And even then, and in the subsequent vampire book I wrote, the hero was not a vampire. In Sinful Secrets, the whole English parliament were vampires; in Forever Kiss, the vampire had a doppelganger who pretended to be him, so that when the vampire finally returned to his stomping grounds, he had to pretend to be the doppelganger pretending to be him. Believe me, he was royally peeved -- for lots of fun-to-write pages.


However, I couldn’t find a way to wrap my head around vampire as romantic hero. So when I was thinking about my next book, which it was going to involve vampires, I really was at a loss. I needed an idea and I needed this vampire to be a hero.


And I really needed to figure out some real ways a woman would feel an attraction to a vampire -- because all I'm thinking is blood, gore, dessication and rot. Coffins and graves. NOT very sexy.


I was in a local store one day, talking about this current project, when the teenaged clerk overheard me say, vampires, and she exclaimed, “Oh, I love vampires.” I asked her why and she said, because they were sooo Romeo and Juliet.


Right: yearning for something that powerful and never to have it? And it all ends in bloody gory death?   Murderous immortality. Not hardly romantic. Not quite the jump-start I was looking for.


So I listed all the reasons why a vampire is supposed to be seductive:


He is the love that cannot be


He’s immortal.


He has super-powers


He’s dangerous to love


He’s super sexual


He’s protective (paternal and sexual)


You yearn for what you can’t have


Reckless endangerment: death is but a kiss away


Still -- nothing in that list sent plotlines roaring in my head.. I was discussing it with my husband one night and I read him the list. Then I asked him why he thought vampires were so seductive. I mean, there’s nothing like the male perspective, right?


He said, “they’re victims.” He said, “they have no choice.”   Of course. Genius.  But my husband always says genius things just when I need to hear them.


Victim.


A whole other side of the vampire. Immediately plot questions swirled through my mind. What would he do, feeling like that? How could he take anyone else’s life? How would he live? Did he want to die? How would he survive? What lies would he tell himself? AND, if he’s a victim, you then have a heroine wanting to somehow help, make it better, change it. If you have the love that cannot be, one might feel the call to sacrifice for the other at some point.


And there was the bedrock of the story -- vengeance and sacrifice.   Maybe.  We're talking vampires, after all.


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 The Darkest Heart, June 2011, from Gallery Books.


 









 


 


 


 

Some thoughts on grandfather's this father's day

A shout out to a special man this Father's Day


“Nobody can do for little children what grandparents do. Grandparents sort of sprinkle stardust over the lives of little children.”


— Alex Haley


Late last year, I got quite the scare. I've suffered my fair share of family illness of late, but this one hit a little harder than expected.


I've been especially lucky in my nearly three decades on this earth to have the great opportunity to know and love Harold Ray Mosby — my grandfather — better known to us grandkids as Nandad.


The news came swiftly, suddenly and painfully — Nandad had been diagnosed with cancer.


When I heard the news, all I wanted to do was scream. Yet all I did was sit and cry, silent rivers streaming down my face.


You see, the news didn't come at the greatest of times (but then again, when is a good time to discover you're favorite grandfather has cancer?)


Some of my earliest memories of my Nandad involve him creeping into my room at the crack of dawn, standing over my bed and letting out a squawk loud enough to wake the recently, and some not so recently, departed that are planted in the family plot just down the road. Each time, I’d jump a foot off the bed, my heart in my throat, breathing like I'd just run a marathon. Nandad would just kiss me on my forehead, tell me breakfast was ready and cackle all the way back to the kitchen.


My father swears Nandad did the same to him when he was growing up, and sometimes I wonder if that man just ain’t quite right.


While I had the distinct honor of “suffering” in the sanctity of my bedroom, some members of my family have not been so lucky.


A much-told family story has evolved involving Nandad, my very pregnant Aunt Lisa, and a very interesting trip to a Memphis-area Stein Mart.


According to family lore, Nandad accompanied my aunt, my Uncle Paul and my grandmother shopping, when at some point, the men-folk and the women-folk got separated. After several minutes of searching, Nandad got frustrated and did what only comes natural to him — he started crowing in the middle of Stein Mart.


That’s right, folks. My grandaddy crows — you know, like the bird.


Like the Red Sea, the crowd parted as Nandad and my uncle, who was at this point walking several paces behind his father-in-law, made their way to my utterly mortified aunt and grandmother.


Sensing the little men in white coats were imminent, the Mosbys made a hasty retreat.


And that, ladies and gents, is just the tip of the iceberg. Woe be to anyone who dares to fall asleep when Nandad is around. I can’t count the times I’ve woken up with knots in my hair and my shoes tied together, assuming of course the infernal man hasn’t hidden them. Folks, that man can find the most peculiar places to hide my shoes —under furniture, outside in the bushes, even in the deep freezer. After a visit to Coahoma, I never know if I’m going to go home with cold feet or bare feet.


Although he can never be considered a normal fella, my Nandad is most defiantly one of the bravest. Because, you see, my Nandad taught me how to drive. No easy task for the faint of heart, but Nandad survived my learning curve, which included a close call with a farm butane tank and the misguided notion that it was okay to drive with both feet at the same time.


And now he'd been diagnosed with  cancer. Granted, it was Stage I and his chances of a full recovery are very high. But the man is in his 80s for heaven’s sake.


To say I was concerned would qualify as the understatement of the year.


But sometimes prayers do get answered and if there is a higher power up there somewhere, he or she certainly granted mine.


A few months later, we got the good news — Nandad was cancer-free. A fairly new procedure had rendered his body free from the dreaded big C.


So on this Father's Day, as I sit in my home, hundreds of miles from his home — that same home where he awakened me with crowings, tied my hair in knots, hid my shoes and taught me what uncompromising love is — I will pick up the phone and give him a call, all the while, thanking my lucky stars I still have that rare and oh so precious chance to do so.


Because you see my dear readers, he is my Nandad, and I do love him so.


Logan Mosby is Content Editor for Writerspace.com.


 

Addicted to Books

 

Hello.  My name is Joanne Rock and I’m a bookaholic. 

I may as well admit it up front.  I’m pretty sure I’m among friends who share my addiction here.  It’s a self-indulgence and an obsession – both the writing and the reading – and it gets in the way of other things I should be doing some times.  But in many ways, books maintain my sanity and they’re cheaper than the alternatives, I hear.  So they are a craving I don’t plan to give up.

For my first Writerspace blog as a new Writerspace author, I thought I’d tell you a little bit about myself.  Sort of a getting-to-know-you blog.  And as I thought about how to frame my story in 500 words or less, I thought bookaholic pretty much summed it up.

Reading has been a pathway to so much learning and self-discovery for me.  I discovered my love of all things medieval through historical romances and a lovely John Keats poem.  Checking out towering stacks from the library as a pre-teen filled those awkward years with purpose as I read about anything and everything that caught my fancy.  For a farmer’s daughter in a small town, I chose books on wine making and ballet, art and Greek Gods.  Books were my dose of culture, my touchstone to another lifestyle and another world.

Soon, I began reading incessantly.  I got a Master’s in Literature.  I read romances whenever I wasn’t reading books that pertained to my studies.  But the more I read books, the more I realized I’d never get enough of them.  Although, perhaps, I could capture an even more meaningful experience of stories if I wasn’t just reading books.  How about if I wrote one?

That epiphany brought me to the other side of the fence and presented me with a fascinating puzzle.  How could I ever write a story that would entertain others half as well as I’d been entertained by the authors I loved? 

It’s been a long journey since those first tries.  Whenever I got tired of trying to figure out how to write a good book, of course, I could always return to my first love.  Reading.  Thank goodness for that, because it still provided my favorite escape while also fulfilling a new role of inspiring me.

Even now, I spend much of my time either reading or writing.  The reading is still the bigger pleasure, but the writing has been my way of understanding books on a whole new level.  Writing is also my way of giving back.  After all, I’ve enjoyed the musings of thousands of writers over the years.  I like to think my books are a way of sharing a favorite past time.  I hope my stories will provide someone else with an escape.  A fun diversion.  A few carefree hours lost to everything but the story.

**I’ve introduced myself.  Now, I’d love to meet you!  Say hello and let me know one of your favorite books of all time – a Harry Potter book?  First romance you ever read? Jane Eyre?  I’d love to know!  I’ve got a copy of my latest Blaze, Highly Charged to share with one random poster.

 

www.joannerock.com

 

The Iliad: Reflections of a Hero

Memorial Day recognizes the sacrifices of the men and women of the U.S. military, who have served and protected this country. Today, we celebrate our everyday heroes — our brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers and next door neighbors who have given their lives in the name of freedom.

The notion of heroism is a popular theme in modern fiction. Some of the best literature is written on the backdrop of war — A Farewell to Arms, The Red Badge of Courage, A Tale of Two Cities, All Quiet Along the Western Front, Catch-22 and Gone with the Wind, just to name of few.

But the mother of all war epics was penned thousands of years ago — and it has set the standard ever since.

The Iliad by Homer was one of the first literary works to place the idea of heroism on a pedestal. But a hero by ancient Greek standards isn’t quite what you would expect.

War was the heart and soul of the Dark Ages. The Greek notion of ‘arete’ means excellence. An individual displayed his excellence through his actions in an ‘agon’ or  athletic contest. What better contest or ‘agon’ was war? It was not possible to separate leadership from arete, the Greeks believed, because unusual or exceptional prowess was a natural manifestation of leadership.

Since each man was ranked in accordance with his ability, arete became an ideal of self-fulfillment or self-realization in terms of human excellence.

A noble's arete, in Homer, is specifically indicated by his skill and prowess as a soldier in war, and as an athlete in peace. War provides the occasion for the display of arete and the winning of glory. This is one of the most important understandings of why many Greeks went to Troy (most specifically Achilles). The aristocrats compete among themselves always to

be the best and to be superior to others.

To do well in battle was to become famous. To prove your excellence in battle was of prime importance to the men of Greek society during the Dark Ages. If one did not do this, he would become a disgrace to not only himself, but to his family as well. To shame your family would bring the greatest dishonor to man in the eyes of society. The importance of battle is reflected by Homer as he describes a terrified Paris, who disengages from battle. “But soon as magnificent Paris marked Atrides shining among the champions, Paris’ spirit shook. Backing into his friendly ranks, he cringed from death as one who trips on a snake in a hilltop hollow recoils, suddenly, trembling grips his knees and pallor takes his cheeks and back he shrinks.”

Paris is described as ‘cringing’ and ‘trembling’ as he ‘shrinks’ from battle. These are hardly positive descriptions. Further, this distaste towards cowardice is reflected in Hector’s attitude towards a fleeing Paris during battle. “Hector raked his brother with insults, stinging taunts: Paris, appalling Paris! Our prince of beauty, mad for women, you them all to ruin! Would to god go you’d never been born, died unwed. Better that way by far than to have you strutting here, an outrage —  a mocker in all they eyes of all our enemies. Why, the long-haired Achaeans must be roaring with laughter.” Hector continues, “You... curse to your father, your city and all your people, a joy to our enemies, rank disgrace to yourself.” Hector is not only angry with Paris, he is ashamed of Paris. He feels that Paris’ actions bring shame not only to the warrior himself, but to his family and the people of Troy as well.

There also exists within the Iliad the emphasis on being the best. This ideal is evident throughout the Iliad. For example, Achilles tells of words spoken to him by his father — “Always be the best my boy, the bravest, and hold your head up high above the others. never disgrace the generation of your fathers. They were the bravest champions born in Corinth, in Lycia far and wide.” Later in the story, this is emphasized again “And your fathers filled your ears with marching orders. The old horseman Peleus urging his son Achilles. ‘Now always be the best, my boy, the bravest, and hold your head up high above the others.”

There also exists the emphasis on the individual. The purpose of war, the ultimate agon, is to gain individual arete. There does not seem to exist the notion of community success. The emphasis is placed on individual battle. This too is clearly evident with in the tale, for the entire story is about the battle between individual warriors, not the battle between the Greeks and the Trojans.

The idea of becoming a hero was a very important aspect to a warrior society. But, what is a hero? The American Heritage Dictionary defines a hero as “A man noted for feats of courage or nobility of purpose, especially one who has risked or sacrificed his life.” A hero is a symbol of the society from which it is produced, reflecting that society’s morals and value system. Defining a hero is not an easy thing to do, for the definition is in constant flux, changing and redefining itself along with society. What a hero represented to Greek society during Homeric times vastly differs from today’s definition of a hero, just as today’s hero will no doubt differ from tomorrow’s hero. Thus to truly understand Achilles, the hero, we must take ourselves out of the equation. In other words, we must remove our predisposed notion of a hero and consider Achilles from a historical standpoint.

The notion of heroism has evolved along with society. A hero was once seen in black and white terms. That is, the hero was the good guy  and his enemy was the bad guy. The good guy would always do the right thing, no matter what. However, within the last fifty years, heroes more and more encompass shades of gray, rather than the steadfast black and white scenario. Historical figures and pop culture icons reflected this growing trend. Let us take a look at traditional, modern heroes in an attempt to better understand the medieval notion of a hero.

John Wayne perhaps epitomizes the classic notion of a hero. John Wayne always stops the crimes, always gets the bad guys and always rides off into the sunset with Maureen O’Hara. John Wayne solidified his career playing the hero. Ask any middle-aged American today who there idea of a hero is, and more times than naught, the answer you would receive would be John Wayne. Why? What characteristics so appealed to 1950-60 society? Wayne embodied the good guy. The guy who would always make the right choice, no matter how difficult, the man who would risk his life to save the girl or defeat the Indians. John Wayne always wore the white hat and his enemy always wore the black hat. And John Wayne almost always defeated the bad guy.

However, like society, the idea of a hero has evolved to encompass more areas of gray. No longer do the heroes always wear the white hat. Again, pop culture icons reflect this trend. Characters such as those portrayed in movies, such as James Dean in Rebel Without A Cause and Clint Eastwood in Dirty Harry, reflect a more complex hero, capable of mistakes and darkness. Gone is the black vs. white, good vs. evil scenario which predominated American culture of centuries. Both Dean and Eastwood symbolized characters who didn’t always make the right choices, who made mistakes and who were not characters which demanded sympathy. This new hero wore both the white and black hats.

The many faces of heroism today is in contrast to the Greek idea of heroism, as evident in Homer’s The Iliad. According to tradition, Homer wrote The Iliad circa 800 B.C. The “hero” is Achilles, the great warrior of the expedition. He comes in conflict with Agamemnon, who takes a slave girl away from him. Achilles refuses to fight for his fellow Greeks because of this, and even plots against them. When fellow soldiers beseech Achilles, the stubborn warrior replies “But my heart still heaves with rage whenever I call to mind the arrogance of his — how he mortified me, right in front of the Argives —  the son of Atreus treating me like some vagabond, like some outcast stripped of all my rights!” Again, the emphasis on Achilles, the individual. But again, one must look at the situation historically.

The Greeks emphasized individualism — individual honor, glory and excellence. Therefore, Achilles self-centeredness is not perceived, as it would be today, as negative. Rather, it is expected of him.

Is Achilles a hero? By John Wayne standards and even today’s standards, no, Achilles is not a hero. However, by Greek standards, he is. The Greeks have a positive view of battle and warfare. In The Iliad, battles take place not between the armies, but between individual soldiers. The emphasis is placed on individual glory and honor. Therefore, Achilles, who is a great warrior with much glory and acclaim, is viewed as a hero, despite his own selfish actions. Thus, Achilles could be defined, in modern terms, as the James Dean, Clint Eastwood type of hero; a hero who was black and white and shades of gray —  the evolving color scheme of a hero.

The Iliad by Homer is one of the most important and significant pieces of literature of all time. Written down over twenty thousand years ago, the story is a link to the past. Not only has it survived countless decades, but it has helped define them. While the world has changed greatly since then, that which motivated men and women then still motivates them today. The poet Keats’ famous quotation is that beauty is truth and truth is beauty. The beautifully written Iliad provides great insights into the the truths of ages and is therefore classic to the literary and historic legacy of man.

 

Logan Mosby is Content Editor for Writerspace.com.