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As we all know, getting published ISN’T EASY. I’d also like to modify a quote that my late grandmother, who I call RaRa used to say. RaRa always said, “Getting old isn’t for sissies.” Well, she’s right about that, BUT, I’d like to say this, “Getting published isn’t for sissies either.” There are six big companies (all based in NY ironically) that are responsible for making it nearly impossible for breakthrough authors to get into the industry.
One of the “requirements” that I’ve heard of, is that you need a literary agent in order to get a publisher. Well, that may be the case if you want to get in with the BIG SIX, such as Penguin, St. Martin’s Press, etc., BUT that is NOT always the case when it comes to small press publishers. I am living proof of that.
With the rising of the e-publishing industry, it has been easier and easier for new, small press publishers to come out into the world. While there are some that will only take you if you have an agent, there are PLENTY out there that will take you even if you don’t have one. There are people like Otherworld Publications, who dedicate their time to help out new authors like me make their dreams come true.
Now, I didn’t find Otherworld Publications right away. No. In fact, I wrote dozens of query letters to agents, and received just as many rejection letters. After a while, all of those rejection letters started to get to me. I started to believe that maybe I really wasn’t good enough to be published. BUT, I kept trying. I networked, I read blogs, I made contacts. I started up my own literary magazine to help other authors out there that were going through the same thing.
Then FINALLY, several months later, through an ad on Facebook, I stumbled across an ad for my editor, Crystal Clear Proofing. I checked out her page, and saw that she worked for Otherworld and another publishing company. I had never heard of either company, so did my research, and queried Otherworld. I got to know Lynn through emails, and loved what she did with Otherworld. After further investigation, I eventually signed with Otherworld.
Working with Lynn has had its ups and downs, but we’ve had more ups. She has helped me every step of the way with publishing all three of my stories: Prince of Darkness, Murderous Regrets and Moon Spirit. PLUS, she has hooked me up with an AMAZING publicist named Heidi. She is actually the one who helped me organize this lovely tour.
Anyway, the bottom line is, getting published isn’t for sissies, but if you are determined enough to put yourself out there, then go for the gold! It takes a lot of blood, sweat and tears, and A LOT of late nights, but the rewards are great in the end!
About The World Among Us:
In The World Among Us, Hades, the god of the Underworld, plots to take over the world, and remove Gaia, the head Deity, from power. In order to do so, he plots against his own son, Damien, and cons him into killing his soul mate, the beautiful goddess of the moon, Selene. Hades does so, because Gaia is his natural enemy, and Selene is her favorite grandchild. He thinks that by killing off Gaia’s favorite grandchild, he will weaken her. With Selene out of the way, Hades then moves in on the Creatures of the Night. He wants to kill off their leader, Jason Aysel. Jason is the go-between person between worlds, and another person that Gaia highly regards. Hades manipulates and cons Jason’s best friend, Leon Greene, into murdering him, by offering him Jason’s position as his reward. Because of these actions, a war is to take place on earth between the gods and other Creatures of the Night. During this time, Selene is reincarnated, and kept hidden as a secret weapon to win the war against Hades. In order to win the war of wars, the gods and some of the demons will have to fight together, and learn to co-operate with each other. Will the Titans and Olympians be able to set aside their differences, and take back the world from Hades? Or is the world as we know it, doomed to fall under Dark Shadows, forever?
Fiction Young Adult
About the Author:
Beth Ann has been writing since she was 15 years old, and was published in the 2002 Schreiber Times. She took creative writing classes in college, and feels that they helped her become the writer she is today. In addition to writing the sequel to The World Among Us, she participates in an international anthology project, where writers from around the world come together to share their talent.
Originally starting as a writing assignment for college, The World Among Us series has sparked up a role playing group online, and a fan base of over 1,000 followers on Facebook, and over 600 followers on Twitter.
Beth Ann lives in New York where she is a legal assistant and does a lot of volunteer work down at her church. For more information about Beth & her books, please visit her website www.bethannmasarik.com and her blog at www.bahbammymusings.wordpress.com
I am giving away the following:
a signed paperback copy of The World Among Us: Prince of Darkness
a Fanclub t-shirt
an autographed poster
and a TWAU pin
To enter, please leave a comment here on Tymothy’s blog to show him some love and away that I can contact you. This contest will run through Feb. 24th, so you will have a couple of days to enter. I will automatically add you to the rafflecopter. OR, you can fill out the rafflecopter by going to the blog post from the 19th, which can be found here, and fill it out J Or you can join me on Natasha’s blog tomorrow and fill it out there. Her blog is http://dreamlandteenfantasy.blogspot.com/
And now, for the scavenger hunt:
Tell me who your favorite character is in mythology and any kind of lore. It does not have to be Greek Mythology related. Send me your entries to email@example.com with the subject scavenger hunt.
Thank you all for participating, and for following my tour. And thank you, Tymothy for hosting me today!
For those of you who have won previous contests, you will receive your prizes next month. I’d like to send them all out at once so that I get one big postage bill as opposed to a lot of little ones J
ALL of my contests are international, so please come on and enter!
Please join me tomorrow, February 22, 2012 on http://dreamlandteenfantasy.blogspot.com/
Beth Ann, this is epic. I’m glad to have hosted you and as you know, I love that cover and look forward to reading A World Among Us! Word!
Like I told my brother-in-writing Jeff Beesler, writers need outlets! because many of us have so much going on in our heads that a one blog, Twitter account, Facebook, four Like pages, a deviantart account, ummm…in short?
It’s not enough.
So I jumped on the tumblr wagon and I must say, I like it. It’s basically an add-on to my blog but will allow me to share more at a quicker pace. Like mashing my Twitter feed with my blog. Again, I’ll be able to share my musings and such plus, music, art-BRILLIANCE!-and more of my writing, well, snippets.
Join me if you’re on tumblr and I will do the same.
P.S. It’s very new and shiny so please…remove your shoes.
Yeah. I went there.
Haters gonna hate.
Writers are going to write.
Write on, and WORD.
She’s hosting the block party:
I’m just pluggin the hop and spreading the love!
Check these brilliant #Writer’s blogs as well. They be Friends…and they be talented.
Giveaway ends September 7th.
So much so that I like to create my own.
I heard my characters shouting and wrote until they stopped.–Inspired by Michelangelo.
Chapter Two: Thunder Above Me, Blood Below
“Little, little girl…I am going to kill you,” he said.
She let out a cry that gave her hiding place away.
He pulled back a fallen partition to find the small child, huddled up, shaking violently in her red cloak. “Do you know why you wear that color, girl? Long ago, someone died. That is why! Your race and your symbols!” he growled in repulsion and spat on her hood. “This will hurt you. It will be…painful. But you will be dead soon after,” he said, sure of himself. “Without question, you will bleed. Your blood will spill over your cloak and become one with it, just as the beginnings of your history. However, no honor will accompany you,” the young beast said softly, grinning.
Confused at his words she could only ask, “Where is my Gramma?”
“Dead. You will soon join her, I assure you. Would you die for your Logos? Your Granny did. That is what I’m here for,” he said callously as he raised his long-fingered hand and pressed his claws to her face. One finger pushed into her forehead, breaking the skin.
She let out a cry, a slow and steady one.
Deliberately he joined two more fingers with the first, tearing her skin in two ripping the flesh away. She screamed. He did not muffle her and her voice echoed loudly through the trees. But no one could hear her calls. As the claws neared her eye, she closed them tightly. He whispered into her ear: “No. Before you die, I want you to see your assassin. Open your eyes.” His claws then made their way over her right eye and resumed the cutting into the skin on her cheek. “I wonder if I can mark even your skull. Perhaps I shall keep it…my prize,” he said, heavily invested in his actions. “No, no. Labadon would crush your skull like the dust it is made of. He would revile at the sight of it in his land!” he said softly, taunting her. He hunched over her on his hind legs and almost surveyed the damage he had inflicted as a painter to his canvas. His lips quivered as he looked into her eyes. He delighted in this kill. He lifted his bloodied claws directly in front of her face as if to brag. She attempted to scream as she covered her face. Her hands were soon diverting the blood from her torn flesh on her face down her hands and arms. He then swiped at her torso numerous times while growling a muted growl. It was a horrible attack. Cold, and with no remorse.
She was becoming weak. The intense pain made her unable to cry anymore. She was in shock and her eyes were glassed over. She seemed to stare at him. The sheer strength of his blows knocked her unconscious. She was only nine. The wolf assassin stood up, wiped his sharp claws on her cloak and left, swiftly, after his leader.
“She is dead! It is finished and yet, we have only just begun!” he yelled to his master.
What was once a home filled with joy, laughter and love was now one of silence and ruin. Two innocents lay disfigured. Dead. It was a massacre. Only a beast full of evil could have carried out such an attack. The rain poured down heavily almost as loud as stampeding auroch. The sound drowned out L’rrh’s whimpers as she awakened, an hour or so later. Her eyes widened and she let out a visceral yell. Then silence.
Grandma, she thought and looked out towards the front of the house. A bit of strength entered her body. It was as if her very soul cried out to her and caused her to move. If I can just see Gramma…once more, she thought to herself. The lightning crashed and with each flash a small, broken and bloodied figure was revealed, arising in the darkness. Her knees buckled under her and she fell to the floor. With every inch she moved, it felt like a mile. She pressed on and made her way through the mud and rubble and crawled towards her grandmother’s body. Finally, with the numbing pain in her body and loss of blood an afterthought, she saw Sarah. “I’m coming,” she whispered. Closer and closer still. Through the mud and rain falling ever harder, she winced from the water hitting her open wounds. “I’m here, Gramma,”…she whispered as she grabbed Sarah’s shawl in her little fingers and squeezed as tight as possible. “Gramma…I love you…the stories you t-told me…it was…you…wasn’t it?” she moaned painfully, her grip loosened and L’orrah…the little girl with the red hood…was gone. The sound of thunder whipped the ground, shaking the earth floor beneath them. The rain fell on their lifeless bodies as equally as on the trampled flowers nearby. It knew no better. The Stories:Book One. The tales you heard as a child? Only rumors of what really happened. God willing this will be on your next must-have list. |m| Because in this fantasy…legends have been reborn.
Common scars brought us together.
Then the subway crashed and darkness took over.
At that moment, I felt again.
After a fatal subway crash, Madison Ray and four girls are the only survivors. They are given the chance to be something and gifted with elements. Strange events begin to occur and people start appearing; some offering assistance, such as the handsome Caleb – others offering annihilation. The Five must choose where they stand.
Madison cannot tell the difference between the darkness and the light though, and as the girls’ dive deeper into chaos, she will have to decide who she will become. She will have to decide to fall again, or stand as Maddie.
A nothing or a something?
The Five or her locket?
“The more people you love, the more you lose.”
Read an excerpt from The Five!
Adversity causes some men to break, and others to break records. -Unknown
2. (of an artist, author, or composer) Producing many works.
I’m referring to the works you produce. More specifically, what do you write? What do you write about? Or whom? What genre? One? Two? What are you interested in? What are you interested in accomplishing?
Now I really haven’t looked up statithstics or anything but I don’t think it’s all that common for a writer to write in more than one or two…or three? genres. Correct me if I’m wrong. We find our niche. We find our voice and often times we get lost within our own, well, voices. Why can’t we branch out? Why can’t we write in any and all? I’m saying this because of the idea’s I have for books. I’m saying this because my wife says I am a writer of “all”. I know the reasons, well, some of them. We love the niche we’re in. We relax in it. It’s natural.
Right now, I’m writing an epic fantasy. I’ve written a childrens picture book. After the fantasy is finished I will dive into a love story. Yes. A love story.
As he sat in front of his computer, writing, suddenly, he…he began to cry. I watched him, silently. I knew. He put his head down for a few moments. Maybe to gather his thoughts. Or take hold of his emotions. Whatever the reason, I said nothing. I just watched. God, I loved to watch him write. Then he raised his head, took a deep breath, and continued. He felt their pain and their loss…and I felt him. From my story The Writer’s Girl.
Another childrens book called, The Ice Cream Hat will be written. Hey, I gots kids. I want to write for them.
Also I have a short horror called Obey that I’m thinking about.
What else?Sci-fi. I already have the idea. I have a story that when all is said and done maybe a graphic novel.
What else? Ah so much more.
I have convinced myself that I can write, I believe God blessed me with the mind to achieve this as a full and rewarding career. I have been given so, so many kudos.Furthermore, I have ideas for a tat shop, called GraceFull Ink. A security firm(I spent seven years working in a max pen. An old Friend and band mate has come to me with an idea for a new band. But, after the ideas comes this question: “Now what?”
No, I’m not tooting my horn. Okay, maybe I am. But I’m just saying what I feel. My opinion. And isn’t it true, though? If this message finds you, listen.
We’re on to something here. I want to leave this earth saying this semi famous or famous motto, paraphrased, of course:
“Yes, Tymothy. The gift’s I bestowed unto you?”
“Used them as you guided me…Father.”
No such thing as being stretched too thin. It’s all possible.
I am…no not Number Four. I am…prolific.
I salute you.
We can do this.
Commit to the Lord whatever you do, and your plans will succeed. Proverbs 16:3 NIV
There are people that would be so rash as to ask, “Is it Christian to want kids’ to have books’?”
YES. Big duh.
Having said that, earlier today a link on Facebook was posted asking for just that.
Every time the “like” button is clicked on this video (on youtube, not facebook) $1 is donated to Books For Kids, a charity that is buying books for children in hospitals. I’ve sponsored the next 100 likes, and lined up after me is Jennifer L. Armentrout! All YOU have to do is like the video and spread the word to help out this great cause! Will you please take a second to head over to youtube?~Leah Clifford, Author of A Touch Mortal coming out with GreenWillow/HarperCollins on Feb 22, 2011!
Really. Just like the vid. It’s for the Kids’
Remember the books that made you smile?
Strive for something?
See thing’s in a totally different way?
The books that stayed with you no matter what you went through?
The one’s that spoke loudly to your soul, and the one’s that whispered to your heart?
Books glorious books-lelpel
Narnia. Dr. Suess’s entire collection. I’d be here years listing them.
Books. Yes, writer’s tend to like books. 🙂
These kid’s are in hospital’s. They have enough to be anxious about.
Be blessed! Embrace that which define’s YOU.