Thursday, November 06, 2008
Rock Bound is finally here! You can buy it NOW at Red Rose Publishing--www.redrosepublihsing.com.
When the US Constitution is abolished and Congress is disbanded, Annie Peterson and Jake Johnsrud are among the thousands of people who descend upon the Mall in Washington, DC, to protest. In a massacre reminiscent of Tiananmen Square, many of the protesters are killed by US troops. The able-bodied survivors are conscripted into indentured servitude by the Luna Mining Corporation—a company owned by the President. Annie and Jake struggle to adjust to life on the Moon—Jake as a miner, and Annie as a doxy to "service" the men. Jake fights increasing feelings of anger and jealousy as Annie struggles to perform her job, while she resists her increasing attraction to him. Along with their fellow inmates, they fight to survive on the lunar "rock" that is their prison.
Annie, Paul and Crystal spread their blankets together near a band that was playing the same music they’d been singing at their campsite the night before. The Mall was so crowded they could barely breathe. Paul went in search of drinks and was gone over an hour. He got back to the blanket just as Annie returned from her attempt to reach the Lincoln Memorial. The first speaker mounted the podium.
“Can you believe they’re charging five credits a bottle for water and seven for pop?” he asked, as he handed the women their drinks.
“Now I wish we’d brought the cooler from the car,” Annie said.
“I know, and you’ll never let me live it down,” Paul lamented. His warm, brown eyes twinkled at her.
“Well, if water’s five credits, how much will a sandwich be?” Crystal asked.
“I already checked. Burgers’re fifteen credits and fries’re another five,” Paul replied, as he settled on the blanket between the two women.
“It’s a seller’s market. They’ll charge all the traffic will bear,” said a man sitting on the grass next to them. “I’m Jake Johnsrud.” He extended his hand and they each shook it.
“This is my husband, Paul, our friend Crystal Petrie, and I’m Annie Peterson. Why don’t you join us on our blanket?” Annie asked.
“Thanks,” he said. Jake was a tall, solidly built man with blond hair and blue eyes that twinkled when he laughed. His lantern jaw and slightly overlarge ears were somewhat comical and prevented him from being a blond Adonis, but along with his good humor, this inexplicably added to his charm.
“Nice to meet you. Jake,” Annie replied. “Scrunch over here, Honey.” She looked at Paul, patting the blanket next to her as she moved toward the middle. Paul moved over on the blanket to make room for the other man.
“Well, the price of pop isn’t our only worry,” Paul said. “There are troops surrounding the Mall. I think we can pretty much count on being arrested”
Annie followed Crystal’s gaze to the soldiers. She didn’t believe what she saw, and was still trying to process the sight of them raising their weapons. Cyrstal dropped her sign and yelled, “The bastards are firing on us!” Paul’s head lolled forward, the charred hole still smoking, and Annie fell to the ground trying to cradle it. Annie sobbed, crying “No! No! No!” Crystal’s arms were around her, as she sat on the ground, clutching her dead husband. People were trying to run but there was nowhere to go. Annie felt Jake fall atop her and Crystal. Oh, my God! He’s dead, too!
“Lie still,” he said. “We’re liable to get trampled.”
Annie felt the weight lift all too soon, as Jake was roughly pulled to his feet by a soldier, who separated him from the women. They handcuffed Annie with a plastic tie-up, and dragged her away from Paul’s body toward an Army truck.
“Nooooooooooo!” she screamed. “Paul!”
They threw her in back of the truck, and Crystal landed next to her. She scooted closer to Annie.
“Cry it out, Sweetie,” Crystal said. Annie leaned her head on the other woman’s shoulder and sobbed.
Friday, October 31, 2008
When I took my first writing class at
So I have to learn to write a letter. And a synopsis in order to get the thing published. I’m a writer. I can do that. I can even take the rejection slips (or e-mails as the case may be). OK, so I got scammed by a fake agent. It’s just growing pains. It was disappointing, but I knew that money always flows toward the author and as soon as the “agency” asked for money, I withdrew my book. And I learned about Predators and Editors. Finally, I gave up on getting into print. There’s a flourishing e-pub business out there and the Romance Writers of America has (grudgingly) accepted that they’re real publishers. And as of last weekend, even Oprah admitted to enjoying a good e-book on her Kindle Reader from Amazon. So, I have a publisher. An e-publisher, to be sure, but it counts.
Then there’s the editing process. You mean to tell me that someone is going to mark up my baby with a blue pencil, or red lines and bubble-comments? Goddess forbid that blankety-blank editor should change a word of my masterpiece. I have a Voice! I had a great editor who respected my voice and helped me tighten up my manuscript. I'm all for tight manuscripts. No—that’s not the hardest part, either.
Now I have to promote the book. Market it. Sell it. If I could sell, I’d have made my first million twenty years ago with Shaklee. However, my sales skills went as far as selling a lipstick to a friend—and lending her the money for it. Then there was the water purifier thing. I tried pounding the pavement on a scorching day and bought a hat. Total sales: minus $15.00.
So—here I am. I’ve written my blurbs, joined just about every chat group I can find, dropped blurbs and excerpts everywhere. I don’t leave home without bookmarks, which I give away like candy. And I worked eighteen hours on a You Tube trailer—only to have it pulled five minutes after I uploaded it when some ******* flagged it as spam, even though the User Agreement specifically says that “promotions of artistic endeavors” do NOT constitute spam. I am now at war with You Tube, which is distracting me from promoting my book. I can’t get a hold of a real person to save my soul. Oh, I also made a banner. And maybe before this book goes off the virtual shelf, I’ll figure out how to upload it onto my blogs.
So—Rock Bound comes out in less than a week and this was supposed to be a happy blog. I did manage to get my trailer up onto my own website so you can see it at www.rochelleweber.com. And there are other places I can post it, as well. And if I ever get a real person, I will get it back up on You Tube!
Meanwhile, I will be chatting Monday on firstname.lastname@example.org, and on Wednesday on Savannah Chase’s Yahoo Group, and Thursday at the Red Rose Forum. I also have an interview coming up on Billie Williams’ blog and will post that info when I have it.
So, that’s the hardest part of writing--Marketing and Promotion. Please make it all worthwhile—buy Rock Bound!
Monday, October 13, 2008
Wow, it seems like forever since I’ve blogged. So much has happened. Rock Bound is due out in a matter of weeks, and I’ve been working on a sequel, Rock Crazy. I’ve been editing for Red Rose Publishing, I’ve been telling fortunes (don’t ask) to raise money for promotion, I’ve been traveling and having problems with my left eye.
I really think it’s interesting that Rock Bound is due out the week of the elections. Hopefully, we’ll have a new Administration in place—a legitimate Administration, duly elected by the people of this country and committed to upholding the Constitution as it is written, not just the parts they like. Maybe we’ll be looking at a future in which writ of habeas corpus means something, and freedom of speech is truly freedom. (Hi, NSA!)
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Wednesday, July 02, 2008
So, participate in the scavenger hunt, and join my Yahoo! group RIW_Author for progress updates. I'm working on the first round of edits and should have cover art and a release date soon.