Cover reveal – WORLD ON FIRE

It’s been a hectic month between cover reveals, editing, the World’s Best Story competition and NanoWrimo.  Somehow, some amazing things have still come together.  One of these “things” is the cover to World On Fire, releasing in  February 2016.

World on Fire is a futuristic, young adult novel.

2043:  In a world knocked off grid by massive solar flares and Earth’s thinning atmosphere, people on the ground are forced underground in a desperate fight for life.

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Welcome October

I feel October stealthily creeping up, disguised in a shawl of brisk,  cool temperatures. A harbinger of rain, sleet, snow and ice, of evenings spent cocooned in blankets warming toes by the  fireplace.  I see through October’s guise and recognize it as a portender of death, the final nail in the coffin for fireplacesummer, but only a prelude to winter’s icy embrace which hankers up ahead.

Fall is my favorite time to write, when life has less  distractions and the heaviness of autumn lays a sound barrier blanket over the static noise, muffling the sounds of the outside world. It’s a quiet, cozy time for me. I can immerse myself more fully into my characters and their lives and be more attentive to the stories they tell.  It’s a time for creating, for breathing life into the fancies of my imagination.

Welcome October.

fall leaves

Outrun the night

I wrap myself in a tshirt worn by him, his fragrance tickling my senses as I curl up on the bed.  This shirt that’s cut for man’s’ body is too large for me and the fabric folds itself between my legs, caressing my thighs like a warm hand. I roll over, reaching an arm across the sheets, feeling cold where the warmth of his body should be.

Nights are the hardest. Sometimes I wonder if he’s ever coming home though I know he is. It’s just that he’s been gone so very, very long.  I scrunch a pillow up under my head and lay staring at the ceiling, wishing the night away.

I can hear the wind rattling the outside of the house and  objects thud against the exterior.  I rarely question living this far from town but then the solidarity creeps up and the emptiness I feel inside makes me restless.  I try to outrun the night but I can’t hide from it’s inky chill.

I toss and turn watching shadows dance across the wall, a beam of light reflected from somewhere outside.  The t.v. screen flashes a DishTV message at me.  I turn my face away, ignoring it.

I press his shirt against my nose, close my eyes and breathe deeply.  It’s the nearest thing I have to his touch and I revel in it…for the moment. I can almost hear the soft thudding of his heart, his slow, steady breathing, feel the heat from his flesh.  I swim in a sea of warm memories.

Jeannie Palmer 2012

Voting has started at the World’s Best Story

Entries are beginning to show and voting has begun over at the World’s Best Story Contest.  This year I opted to submit my YA title, Shattered.  It’s a “novel” approach for me since I write Romantic Comedy.  It’s also a wonderful opportunity for my YA book to get a little exposure.  Shattered is #125 in kindle ebooks foSHATTERED COVERr children.  Not a bad representation, if I do say so myself.

If you’ve hesitated submitting your own story, why wait?  The prize packages are impressive and there’s a line up of noteworthy judges.  The best part is, submission is FREE. While you’re checking out the site make sure you register to vote, and take a peek at the wonderfully talented submissions.  This is your chance to make your voice heard.  There are prizes for readers as well (hint, hint).

Meanwhile, I’ve got my nose to the grindstone determined to finish Life Bites (a Romantic Comedy) by deadline.  This is the sequel to my best selling title, Life in a Nutshell, a Riley Jones novel.

Bon appetit~~

As an author with much on my plate, I don’t often take the time to cook for myself.  I’ve been craving a cajun pork loin with 15 bean soup, so I got everything out, prepared to demonstrate my culinary expertise. Spaghetti will be ready around 5 ish.

spaghetti

As the heady aroma of garlic, basil, tomatoes and a blend of savory spices settles around me, I’ll be immersed in the James Patterson Master Writing Class.  I find classes, workshops and retreats to be a boon to my career in the opportunities presented working with the masters and learning from their expertise. It’s also a great reprieve from my own writing demands which, at present, include completion of two books by years end.  Neither book involves cooking.

I do, however, write romantic comedy and YA novels.  I’m eyebrow deep in the sequel to Life in a Nutshell (Life Bites), and a YA apocalyptic book, Phoenix Rising.  Keep your eyes open for updates, which will be posted here.

This thing called Life

One of my favorite quotes from Steve Jobs: “Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else´s life.”

Apparently Mr. Jobs has never had to contend with the people that exist inside of my head.  By virtue of my writing I AM living someone else’s life.  A life that couldn’t have been given birth to without first gestating inside my brain.  In my mental womb a small seed takes root, suckles upon gray matter and grows into it’s own existence.

As I spend hours and days hammering away on my keyboard I live another life, I see life through a different lens and I experience my existence via an altered reality.