Interview with Author K. Williams

Interview with Author K. Williams

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What inspired you to write this story about the American Civil War? 

Facing my final term of undergraduate study, I had wanted a project, an independent study that would tie things together better between my English major and History minor. A friend of mine had talked about this great professor she had, Dr. Richard Kendall, at the University at Albany where we both studied. Dr. Kendall was the quintessential history professor, sport coat and sweater vest. Something in his appearance reflected the antiquities into which he delved. This is not to say that he looked dusty and abused. If you took a photo of Dr. Kendall and made it look like a tin-type, he’d somehow manage to fit right in. Just as World War II tends to be my preferred period, the Civil War too, you’ll also find things about me that are Victorian or Big Band. So, onto an appointment at the good Dr.’s office I went. I proposed that we do an independent study in the following term, tying together my studies. I had thought long and hard over what, finding out what his interests were and if they meshed with my own, which they did: American Civil War. My proposal was therefore to explore the times, what it was like from gender perspectives, race issues, political issues and to include some research into the maneuvers of the military.

What was your biggest challenge when writing Blue Honor? 

This was my first book and it has been the hardest thing I ever wrote to this day. The research was easy. The hard part was learning to craft the narrative well. We take it for granted in elementary English that this grammar stuff is ever going to come back to haunt in a way that it matters. Truthfully, does any of the school stuff strike you as all that important until you well out of school and it’s too late? Further unfortunate is how a lot of teachers are not very good with grammar themselves. I vaguely remember lectures on predicates and nouns and verbs and all that. However, when I really focused on writing, there were terms being thrown at me that I didn’t really know the meaning of them. I had heard them before but a blank stood in my head where their meaning should have been. We grow up using English and it becomes second nature out of necessity in way that is really quite passive. A lot of the foibles of beginning writing stem from unclear lessons in grammar, maybe we were out that day/week. Maybe we just were so tired we couldn’t concentrate. Whatever it was, it was a tough gig to get past. I cannot stress enough how going through college and continuing to strive, then attending graduate school, how that really honed my skills. Working with a great editor will also help. Eventually, the little things that they correct will be automatic to you as you passively adopt them. The bigger things will take more practice, but I believe that with each book, I’ve learned something that has made me a stronger writer.

What do you admire about your heroine, Emily Conrad?

I admire her desire to become a doctor in the face of extreme adversity. That she recognizes her own ability, and doesn’t let convention shut her down. Though she’s enabled by a father who agrees that women should be equals (and maybe he only does to a degree, and with other things he’s quite conservative), Emily’s wouldn’t be caged anyway. Her spirit is willful, though it appears shy and reluctant, wanting to test the water before it dives into the pool. She’s methodical about the steps she takes, thinking a great deal all the time about consequences versus her picture of what she strives to become. Yet, she’s human. She longs to love and be loved, to be swept off her feet. She loves freely and though she can be a bit ham-fisted with friends, is always well meaning.

What frustrates you about Emily?

Her youth. That she’s trapped by the concerns of a young woman while simultaneously enjoying a mind of a gifted person. I think my frustration is her frustration…for the things that limit her, some of which she allows: her mother’s constant pecking and preening, feeling she needs to measure up to the other women, not seeing that she’s pretty amazing.

What do you do when you get writer’s block?

I quickly realize there is something I’m missing. Trust your brain. It’s a powerful computer/processor–so it knows when something isn’t adding up before you do. Let the wheels grind. This downtime is processing time, and whatever is missing, whatever it is you need, will be soon coming. Do some activities that have to do with your topic, read some more research on the period, watch a documentary, go to a museum. You can do off topic stuff too, something that might sort of inform the writing–like listen to a new band, or go look at some art. That’s what I do. Just let it happen, it’s processing time.

What gets you in the mood to write?

Sometimes, absolutely nothing! I will procrastinate and keep procrastinating, then some deadline crops up. I don’t mind reading and researching, but making me sit down to actually begin–that can be the worst. Those first paragraphs are always the hardest. I just give myself the room to have these fits, because maybe, like with writer’s block, something is missing from the equation yet. Eventually I wear down and get into it.

Who are your favorite authors?

I read just about anything, so I tend not to think of books in terms of authors. During the writing of my second book, I really rather fell into Graham Greene. I read This Gun For Hire and his style and the story just blew me away. I want to read more by him. I grew up on Tolkien and a whole lot of classics.

If you could go back in time and live in any era, what would you choose?

World War II. I love the fashion. But the Victorian Era has some exquisite features itself. That’s hard to decide, until I think of medical advances. I’d much rather be in a WWII era hospital if I was sick than in a Victorian one!

What’s your guilty pleasure? 

Movies. Swedish Fish. Mostly Swedish Fish. I cannot get enough of the red ones. I’m obsessed with them and have a dish on my desk at all times with a supply. I need SF Anonymous.

What’s next for you?

I’m releasing my newest work this month, the first in a science fiction/fantasy called the The Trailokya Trilogy. Book one, The Shadow Soul is unlike anything I have ever written and I hope that it will be received well by audiences. A lot of effort went into forming the world of the books and years of research and life. There are three books in total, so they will be released annually. I have a sequel to OP-DEC in the works. In the fall, the research for a new historical work will begin. I’m also mulling over a follow up to Blue: Blue Haven, which will focus on the next generation from Blue Honor.

 

Blue Honor

 

Blue Honor tracks four tightly twining families during the American Civil War. Each member is asked to sacrifice more than their share to see friends and loved ones through the terrible times. The only certainty they have is that nothing will be the same. 

Emily Conrad is the bookish daughter of a wealthy dairy family from Vermont. Her indulgent father has educated her and bred ideas that aren’t acceptable to her more urbane mother, who thinks Emily needs to settle down with her longtime friend and town philanderer Evan Howell. The outbreak of war frees Emily from these expectations for a time, but a stranger soon arrives after the guns begin to blaze, threatening her plans more than societal conventions ever could.   

  Devoted to the young woman who healed her wounds, Henrietta has become part of the Conrad family, hoping that she may one day see her husband and son again. As a runaway slave, she’s been lucky enough to find this slice of peace in Vermont, but the return of Evan Howell and the man he brings with him portends great change that might see her locked back in irons, if not executed for what she’s done. 

  Evan isn’t as bad as his reputation has made him out to be. He knows his chum Emily will make the best doctor Vermont has ever seen, and he knows he’s not the man to marry her. With a little manipulation, he convinces his commanding officer, Lieutenant Joseph Maynard, to take leave with him and see the beauty of the north. He just doesn’t let on it’s not hillsides and streams he’s setting the man up for.

  Joseph has both power and privilege as the son of a Baltimore lawyer, but neither can guarantee him the things he wants in life. His commission in the army is likely to lead to death, a sacrifice he was willing to make to end slavery in the States—that was until he saw Emily Conrad. Torn between duty and desire, Joseph struggles to stay standing for that which he once held strong convictions. War weary, they all march on to duty…

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About K. Williams:

Born in Saratoga Springs, New York, where she continues to reside, K.Williams embarked on a now twenty year career in writing. After a childhood, which consisted of voracious K Williams 2reading and hours of film watching, it was a natural progression to study and  work in the arts.

K attended the State University of New York at Morrisville, majoring in the Biological Sciences, and then continued with English and Historical studies at the University at Albany (home of the New York State Writer’s Institute) gaining her Bachelor’s Degree. While attending UA, K interned with the 13th Moon Feminist Literary Magazine, bridging her interests in social movements and art.

Currently, K has completed the MALS program for Film Studies and Screenwriting at Empire State College (SUNY), and is the 2013-2014 recipient of the Foner Fellowship in Arts and Social Justice. K continues to write and is working on the novels of the Trailokya Trilogy, a work that deals with topics in Domestic Violence and crosses the controversial waters of organized religion and secularism. A sequel to OP-DEC is in the research phase, while the adaptation is being shopped to interested film companies. Excerpts of these and more writings can be found at: www.bluehonor.com.

 

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Book Launch: Kindness Wins by Galit Breen

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“An indispensable 21st-century manual of manners written for 21st-century parents and their children. With compassion, humor, insight, and practical wisdom born of firsthand experience, Galit Breen makes a compelling case for online decency. What would happen if parents and kids everywhere could read these 10 simple rules of conduct, learn them by heart, and live by them each and every time they log in? The world would change dramatically-and for the good of us all.”

–Katrina Kenison, Author of Mitten Strings for God and The Gift of an Ordinary Day

If kindness wins, accountability rules. The need for this mantra is never clearer
than when scrolling through posts and comments left online. Approximately
four out of ten kids (forty-two percent) have experienced cyberbullying.

Cyberbullying isn’t all that different from the playground bullying of our youth and
nightmares. When we were young, our bullies weren’t usually strangers. They
were the kids who passed mean notes about us in class, the ones who didn’t let
us sit at their table during lunch, and the ones who tripped us in the hallway
or embarrassed us in gym class. But with social media, our bullies have nonstop
access to us–and our kids. In fact, we’re often “friends” with our bullies
online.

When freelance writer Galit Breen’s kids hinted that they’d like to post, tweet, and
share photos on Instagram, Breen took a look at social media as a mom and as a
teacher and quickly realized that there’s a ridiculous amount of kindness
terrain to teach and explain to kids―and some adults―before letting them loose online.
So she took to her pen and wrote a how-to book for parents who are tackling
this issue with their kids.

Kindness Wins covers ten habits to directly teach kids how to be kind online. Each section is written in Breen’s trademark parent-to-parent-over-coffee style and concludes with
resources for further reading, discussion starters, and bulleted takeaways. She
ends the book with two Kindness Wins contracts―one to share with peers and
one to share with kids. Just like we needed to teach our children how to walk,
swim, and throw a ball, we need to teach them how to maneuver kindly online.
This book will help you do just that.

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Nicole Spangler Photography

Galit Breen was a classroom and reading teacher for ten years. She has a master’s degree in education and a bachelor’s degree in human development. In 2009, she launched a career as a freelance writer entrenched in social media. Since then, her work has been featured in various online magazines including Brain, Child; The Huffington Post; TIME; and xoJane. Breen lives in Minnesota with her husband, three children, and a ridiculously spoiled miniature golden doodle. You can learn more about her by visiting TheseLittleWaves.com

 

 

 

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The Empyrean Key – Review

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In Ardentia, a land carved by the Celestials and their magic, a great King lies dying.

Narcean soothsayer, Friziel Sunrender, has foreseen a shadow that threatens this already war-torn world, and whispers on the wind hint at the return of an ancient evil. To stave off this threat, he must call upon the halfbreed girl-child he banished years ago.

As a not-so-perceptive telepath and amateur scam-runner, Jahna Mornglow has filled the void left by an absent father, with the friendships of a bloodthirsty bar-maid and a bullied book-worm. Her mother, scarred by the racial prejudices of her past, refuses to nurture Jahna’s Narcean abilities of prophecy and telepathy, warning her of the hate beyond the safety of Groden Cove – a beachside safe haven for misfits and those who wish to be left alone.

When hidden enemies move their pieces into play as the King’s condition worsens; Jahna learns the true extent of her lineage, and is tasked with restoring a Celestial artifact known as The Empyrean Key. Jahna must now keep safe the world that has shunned and discarded her.

(Blurb from Goodreads.) 

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The Empyrean Key, while fantasy, was a fast moving and easy going read.  I really enjoyed it.  The characters, the setting, the plot; everything about this book was unique.  And even though it is a fantasy book, I had no trouble following along.  (Sometimes in other fantasy worlds it’s hard to keep everything straight; not in this book.  Easy peasy.)

 The main character, Jahna, goes through some serious trials and tribulations and then finds out that she must go on a mission to save the world.  Her two best friends, Silko and Lilac accompany her on this mission.  The story kind of reminding me of Lord of the Rings. I can’t quite put my finger on why, except the fact that the characters are all so different, believable, and likeable (this is of course, a compliment!)

There were also multiple humorous times which made me laugh out loud, and a possible romantic interest appears as well, which I’m excited to learn more about.

I read this book quickly, and look forward to reading the next book in the series.  I’d definitely recommend!

My Rating:  4 Stars

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Some of my favorite quotes:

Jahna felt a churning in her stomach, a cold shiver racing up her spine and she was struck by a horrible feeling that unsettled and scared her.

A feeling that things were about to change.

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After all, even the slightest ripple in the ocean can create a mighty wave.

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“Any problems?” she asked.

“Not a one,” Arn replied. “Like candy from a baby.”

Lilac gestured to the cuts on their faces. “Babies with knives?”

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***I received a free copy of this book from the author, in exchange for an honest review.***

Dark Sun, Bright Moon Spotlight & Excerpt

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Dark Sun, Bright Moon, by Oliver Sparrow, was published in July 2014 and is available for sale on Amazon.

“Dark Sun, Bright Moon describes people isolated in the Andes, without the least notion of outsiders. They evolve an understanding of the universe that is complementary to our own but a great deal wider. The book explores events of a thousand years ago, events which fit with what we know of the region’s history,” says Sparrow.

In the Andes of a thousand years ago, the Huari empire is sick. Its communities are being eaten from within by a plague, a contagion that is not of the body but of something far deeper, a plague that has taken their collective spirit. Rooting out this parasite is a task that is laid upon Q’ilyasisa, a young woman from an obscure little village on the forgotten borders of the Huari empire.

This impossible mission is imposed on her by a vast mind, a sentience that has ambitions to shape all human life. Her response to this entails confrontations on sacrificial pyramids, long journeys through the Amazonian jungle and the establishment of not just one but two new empires. Her legacy shapes future Andean civilization for the next four hundred years, until the arrival of the Spanish.

Dark Sun, Bright Moon takes the reader on a fascinating adventure that includes human sacrifice, communities eaten from within, a vast mind blazing under the mud of Lake Titicaca, and the rise and fall of empires cruel and kind.

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Chapter 1: A Small Sacrifice at Pachacamac

A priest knelt before her, a feather from his head-dress tickling her face. His musky odour of old incense and stale blood was rank, even here on the windy summit of the pyramid. Four other priests held her body tipped slightly forwards, and the pressure that this put on her tired old joints hurt far more than the fine, cold bite of the knife at her neck. Quick blood ran thick down her chin and splashed into the waiting bowl. Then the flow weakened, the strength went out of her and she died, content.

Seven elderly pilgrims had set out for Pachacamac, following their familiar river down to the coast and then trudging North through the desert sands. Two of the very oldest of them needed to be carried in litters, but most were able to walk with no more than a stick to help them in the sand. Lesser members of the community had been delegated to carry what was necessary. These would return home. The elderly would not.

The better-regarded families of the town were expected to die as was proper, sacrificed at the Pachacamac shrine for the betterment of the community. Such was to be their last contribution of ayni, of the reciprocity that assured communal harmony and health. It was also their guarantee of a smooth return to the community’s soul, to the deep, impersonal structure from which they had sprung at birth.

The Pachacamac complex appeared to them quite suddenly from amongst the coastal dunes. They paused to marvel at its mountain range of pyramids, its teeming myriad of ancient and holy shrines.

Over the millennia, one particular pyramid had come to process all of the pilgrims who came from their valley. They were duly welcomed, and guards resplendent in bronze and shining leather took them safely to its precinct.

They had been expected. The priests were kind, welcoming them with food and drink, helping the infirm, leading them all by easy stages up to the second-but-last tier in their great, ancient pyramid. The full extent of the meandering ancient shrine unveiled itself like a revelation as they climbed. Then, as whatever had been mixed with their meal took its effect, they were wrapped up snug in blankets and set to doze in the late evening sun, propped together against the warm, rough walls of the mud-brick pyramid. Their dreams were vivid, extraordinary, full of weight and meaning.

The group was woken before dawn, all of them muzzily happy, shriven of all their past cares, benignly numb. Reassuring priests helped them gently up the stairs to the very top tier. In the predawn light, the stepped pyramids of Pachacamac stood sacred and aloof in an ocean of mist.

Each pilgrim approached their death with confidence. A quick little discomfort would take them back to the very heart of the community from which they had been born. They had been separated from it by the act of birth, each sudden individual scattered about like little seed potatoes. Now, ripe and fruitful, they were about to return home, safely gathered back into the community store. It was to be a completion, a circle fully joined. Hundreds of conch horns brayed out across Pachacamac as the dawn sun glittered over the distant mountains. Seven elderly lives drained silently away as the mist below turned pink.

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About the Author:

Oliver Sparrow was born in the Bahamas, raised in Africa and educated at Oxford to post-doctorate level, as a biologist with a strong line in computer science. He spent the majority Oliver Sparrowof his working life with Shell, the oil company, which took him into the Peruvian jungle for the first time. He was a director at the Royal Institute for International Affairs, Chatham House for five years. He has started numerous companies, one of them in Peru, which mines for gold. This organisation funded a program of photographing the more accessible parts of Peru, and the results can be seen at http://www.all-peru.info. Oliver knows modern Peru very well, and has visited all of the physical sites that are described in his book Dark Sun, Bright Moon.

To learn more, go to http://www.darksunbrightmoon.com/

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22805356-dark-sun-bright-moon

 

 

 

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Guest Post: Jennifer Hotes

Weaving the supernatural into a contemporary story.

At its core, Four Rubbings is a story of friendship, unceasing love and the innocent mistakes that scar us forever. When the reader meets Josie Jameson, it has been six years since the death of her mother. She leads her three best friends to the same historic Seattle cemetery where her mother is buried to make tombstone rubbings on Halloween night. Under the guise of fun, Josie hopes their field trip will connect them with the spirits. She asks her friends to seek a grave using their hearts, then try to connect with the deceased before taping paper on the grave’s face and rubbing it with black chalk. The friends journey four ways into the cemetery grounds. Josie, intending to rub her mother’s grave, is distracted by a stray cat and follows him into a part of the cemetery that people call the “Ghost Forest.” Instead of rubbing her mother’s grave, she feels called to a grave like no other. No name or date is carved into the strange blue stone. Instead, it is decorated with unusual symbols. And with that simple action, rubbing that grave with chalk, Josie unleashes an ancient magic.

In the months to come, while her friends uncover mysteries associated with their graves, Josie is terrorized by nightmares and dark visions and feels sick with guilt that she didn’t try harder to connect with her mother on Halloween.

When I first drafted Four Rubbings, I dragged my daughters to countless cemeteries to find the actual graves, tombstones and names that appear in the book. Three of the graves came quickly, but the fourth one never felt quite right. It felt forced, and too cozy and too tidy. I was forcing myself on the story, so I pulled back and left the book alone for a time. Then, I had a nightmare like none other. I woke up coated in sweat and with a picture of a black-haired woman racing through my brain. In the dream, I crouched behind a bush and watched her bury something secret below a massive cedar tree. I could only grab fuzzy details because the moonlight was bright, but not bright enough to see clearly what it was she buried.

When I woke, I knew I’d been introduced to the fourth grave in Four Rubbings. It was the grave that should have never been touched, the mistake. Josie will pay for that mistake for years to come and readers will have to follow the trilogy to its end to see whether dark magic or light will win out and if Josie can survive the battle.

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About the author:

Encouraged by her mother-in-law, Elizabeth A. Hotes, who told her to create something Jennifer Hotesand share it with others, Jennifer writes and illustrates to keep her memory alive.

To date, Jennifer’s favorite medium is pen and ink, but she also loves to paint a wall or canvas.

Her works have been featured at benefit art auctions, adorned the walls of public spaces, graced  homes and enhanced books with vibrant covers and internal illustrations.

Four Rubbings is Jennifer’s first novel, though she’s busy writing the second book in the Stone Witch Series presently. Four Rubbings is great for readers that enjoyed the Harry Potter series, and has been a fun book club pick across the country. The author loves Skyping into book clubs, so email her and ask – she may just surprise you with a cyber-visit!

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Four Rubbings

 

Title: Four Rubbings, The Stone Witch Society Book 1

Author: Jennifer L. Hotes

Genre: young adult gothic thriller

Publisher: Booktrope Publishing

 

 

 

Halloween.

The night the barrier between the dead and the living is as thin as muslin. Fourteen-year old Josie, haunted by the death of her mother, leads her best friends to an ancient cemetery to rub graves. Convinced she will come away with proof of her mother’s spirit at last, the evening takes an unexpected turn as the teens gravitate four ways into the haunted grounds.

Set against the backdrop of the rainy Pacific Northwest, four graves will be rubbed, touching off a series of events that will rattle their once mundane lives. From the lonely World War II hero to an accused witch, the people buried beneath the stones have stories that need an ending.

The journey to unravel the mysteries leaves the friends wondering if the graves would’ve been better off left alone.

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