Monday, January 14, 2013

The scariest thing....

I decided that I would like to do something a little different than what happens during a normal blog hop. As authors, there are numerous things that come together to make us who we are and how we write. In some cases, what we write also. These are some really great answers and underneath each of their posts is at least one of their books.

What is the scariest thing that ever happened to you?

Raebeth Buda: My battle with depression and cutting. I was on a self destruct path until my daughter was born. She saved me.

Silenced


SJ Byrne: Waking up out of surgery after having my daughter to find it wasnt the next day but two days later! And remembering a foggy few minutes when I couldnt move a single muscle - not even an eye lid - but heard everyone talking around me.


Tammie Clarke Gibbs: When I was around eight years old, my dad when on a fishing trip and didn't come home when he was supposed to. That was very unusual for him. It had NEVER happened before. My mom was going crazy, and eventually they called the sheriff's department, and the civil service organized a search for him and the friend he went with on the river where they went to fish. The whole night was very scary and the next morning when we were driving down that dirt road to the boat landing and seeing all those sheriff cars and flashing lights was enough to stop your heart. Praise the Lord, they found them. The boat they were in had motor trouble, and they had no choice but drift dead in the water all night. That was the scariest time I can remember.

Island of Secrets


Gillian Schafer: I was walking home from the station after work one afternoon and a guy asked me if I had a light, I didn't smoke so my answer was "no" I tried to be polite but non commital as he continued to follow me trying to chat to me. Then he started getting nasty, making snide and rude comments. I walked faster trying to ignore and get away from him when he called out to me "Do you want to be the next Anita Cobby?" Google Anity Cobby for the full story but long story short she was a young woman who was kidnapped while walking home from the railway station and brutally raped and murdered by a large gang of youths in the 1980's, and I remembered the story well. Luckily he was all talk but I was petrified walking home

Guardian

Forever


Brian Bigelow: All right, here is mine and it’s a little eerie.

We had just moved into a new apartment downtown. The next day I was sitting on the sofa when the door opened from the outside. I could see a hand that wasn't attached to anything else. Couldn't even hear footsteps since it was only a hand. The hair stood up on the back of my neck. Went to the door and looked both ways and there wasn't anyone in the front passageway.

We had a lot of those type of visitors in that apartment during the entire time we lived there. They would walk through the apartment and I got used to them. Guess it was a matter of time before I started writing horror stories.

Horror Bent


Trace HappyforFootball: Scariest experiences are relative aren't they? I have had close calls, two stalkers and odd, inexplicable things but my scariest was when a former boyfriend stalked me. He did not accept the end of the relationship very well and took to following me, showing up places he knew I would be, threatening me and ultimately followed me home with a car full of friends - tailgating me, swerving around me, trying to run me off the road. I sped hoping a police officer would pull me over but it was dark and all of the businesses were closed in the area and of course, when you need a cop you can't seem to find one. I didn't have a cell phone at that point. So, I sped all the way to my parents' house, honked the horn as I pulled in the driveway and my Dad was out in the yard before the guy could get to my car and they opted to take off thankfully. It took a while to stop shaking after that.

Ryder on the Storm

Estelan


Sunday, January 13, 2013

Advice for Beginning Writers


This is some great advice from Raebeth Buda and I wholeheartedly agree with it.

Being an author, I am asked so many different questions by those who have crossed my path. I’ve taken time before writing this post to seriously think about the advice I would write about. Through out the four years of writing Silenced, I have been given so much advice. So, here is the advice I found helpful within that time.

Write and write everyday. To better improve your craft, a writer should write everyday. It doesn’t have to be within a novel. It can be within a blog post, journal, etc. Those who are serious when it comes to writing always make time for it. It’s one of the most simple ways to get better. It’s a way to keep your writing flowing smoothly and will help you spot your weak areas when writing.

Start off by writing what you’re familiar with. It’s hard when you come across something you’re not familiar with and you need to write about it. This tends to stress new writers out which may tend to make them think they don’t have it in them. Everyone can write when they try and practice.

Read. I think one can’t write without reading. A writer can’t write without the ability to read their own work. This is helpful when it comes to proof reading to find mistakes within their books. It’s helpful to see what books are selling and which ones don’t. Therefore, giving the writer an idea of where their book may fall.

So in closing I feel these are the most important: WRITE AND READ!!!

Silenced is available at Amazon in Kindle and Paperback versions
Also at Smashwords and Sony.



Thursday, January 10, 2013

Busy, busy, busy!

I've been very busy these days. Been making headway on Horror Bent 2, working my full-time job, the blog tour is coming up shortly (which is a month long) and I even made the pages of The Examiner today.

http://www.examiner.com/article/liturgy-and-journey-into-renewal-by-brian-bigelow

Sometimes that song from the Grateful Dead runs through my head, "What a Long Strange Trip It's Been." I wouldn't have imagined what's happening now a year ago.

Sunday, January 6, 2013

TITLE: Deleted Scene from “Perfection Unleashed”

I love the extra features that accompany movie DVDs, like the director’s commentary, movie
bloopers, and deleted scenes. My debut novel, Perfection Unleashed, which won multiple awards, is
frequently compared to an action movie, anime, or graphic novel, and today, I thought I’d give you a
peek into one of its deleted scenes.

But first, what was the scene in question, and why did I delete it?

The deleted scene was the prologue, and it set the context for the entire Double Helix series. The
scene helped transport readers from “today” into the “not-so-distant future,” and described key
players in a world transformed by the Genetic Revolution, including mutants with psychic powers.
It also introduced Galahad, the perfect human being, and foreshadowed the existence of the
abominations, inhuman by-products of the path to perfection.

Clearly it was an important scene, but why did I delete it?

The prologue didn’t do much more than the first chapter did. By the first chapter, readers are
introduced to Galahad, and hear the banshee-like wails of the abominations. By the first chapter,
we know that mutants with psychic powers populate our world, even though we have to wait until
chapter three to meet Danyael, the alpha empath, Galahad’s physical template, and the protagonist
of Perfection Unleashed.

It was a hard decision. The prologue was the scene that launched the movie in my mind, which
eventually became the Double Helix series. I was, perhaps not irrationally, deeply attached to the
scene. Still, in the final count, the prologue slowed down my attempt to plunge my readers straight
into the action. I took a deep breath and hit delete.

Figuratively speaking, of course. The prologue never made it into Perfection Unleashed, but I did
save it as a deleted scene, and I’m grateful for the opportunity to share it with you today. I hope you
enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

PERFECTION UNLEASHED—PROLOGUE

The large octagon-shaped building that housed Pioneer Laboratories seemed especially desolate on
that Christmas Eve when the child was born. It brooded as it kept watch over the manicured lawns
all around, unimpressed by the gently falling snow. The lights that usually spilled from its many
windows had been extinguished, save for one glowing softly from the highest floor.

Shepherds did not keep watch over the child that night, but scientists did. Two gray haired men
whose seeming age was belied by the youthful vigor in their lithe frames waited in the dimly lit
birthing chamber, speaking in lowered tones about nothing in particular. It would have been bad
luck to speak about the only thing on their minds—the child—even though they knew, logically,
that that no amount of conversation could change the outcome of that night. Still, they could not
bring themselves to anticipate success or even discuss outcomes, not after having failed so many
times before.

No angels heralded the birth of this child. It was the soft beep of the incubator as the timer ticked
down to zero. Conversation stilled as the scientists moved quickly to the machine. They exchanged
glances but said nothing as one scientist held his hand over the incubator’s controls. The moment

of truth was at hand; the successful birth of this child would redefine the boundaries of genetic
manipulation.

The scientist inhaled deeply before pressing down on the switch that would open the incubator
and release the infant from the now-perfected artificial birthing process. Both scientists held their
breaths as the translucent cover of the incubator swung silently to the side to reveal its precious
contents.

The rules of life were broken. The science of life was rewritten in that single magical moment when
the child was delivered into the world.

The perfectly formed, healthy male infant was the most beautiful thing the scientists had ever seen.
With trembling hands and near reverence, they lifted the child from the chamber and wiped the
birthing fluids from its soft skin before wrapping it in warm clothes. Warm and content, the child
transitioned from incubator to world without the slightest fuss, making a soft gurgling sound—a
happy sound—as it snuggled into the scientist’s arms.

The other scientist gingerly touched the child’s tiny, perfect hands and then smiled as the delicate,
little fingers closed tightly around his. He looked up at the other man, almost afraid to hope even
though he longed to believe. “Do you think…?”

“We would need to run tests over the course of the child’s life, but I think it’s safe to say that it’s
done.”

Yes, it was finally done. Genetic manipulation had always been part art, part science, and
completely magical. What began with the unraveling of the double helix and the cracking of the
code of life in the Human Genome Project had finally led to mastery over life itself. The human
genome had been mapped, scrutinized, and analyzed. Gene therapy, genetically modified food
products, and cloned pets were parts of everyday life. Cloned human beings, once deemed
impossible and outrageous, were steadily becoming the norm.

The journey was also littered with failures. Mutants tarnished the purity of the human race,
typically created inadvertently as a result of genetic selection taken to an extreme. And in the past
few years, increasingly dangerous psychic-level mutations threatened to tip the balance of power
entirely.

But there was still that last step—the creation of a human being from a swirling mixture of
nucleotides, building the double helix of life a base pair at a time, one gene at a time, to create the
perfect human being. For the two scientists, it had been a lonely and difficult road, littered with
failures, but the child born on a cold and quiet night made it worthwhile. They forgot the nagging
despair they had felt during those long nights of painstakingly careful genetic coding, forgot the
helpless anger they’d felt at the mocking derision of their colleagues. They held success now—
sweet success—in their hands.

“What shall we name the Gene Child?” one scientist asked as they left the birthing chamber
together. Their footsteps echoed hollowly down the empty corridors as they walked towards
the nursery, carefully carrying the product of thousands of hours of work. “Gene Child” was an
interesting and potentially acceptable scientific classification for this unique creature that had
neither father nor mother, but it would need another name. “How about Galahad, after the last, the
peerless knight of the mythical Round Table?”

The name seemed appropriate for the perfect little being. The scientist carrying the child set it
down in the crib that had been prepared, a smile curving his lips as he gazed upon the sleepy infant.
“Welcome, Galahad,” he said. The birth of the Gene Child was their ultimate gift to the world on this
quiet Christmas Eve.

But another voice was heard that night. Deep within the bowels of the building, a low, inhuman
moan, aching with pain and anger, shuddered its way from behind the thick walls of its prison to
break the calm silence of that perfect starless night as something far too grotesque to be human
welcomed Galahad—its brother—into the world.

Author Bio:

Jade Kerrion unites cutting-edge science and bioethics with fast-paced action in her award-
winning Double Helix series. Drawing rave reviews for its originality and vision, and described as “a
breakout piece of science fiction,” Perfection Unleashed, and its sequels, Perfect Betrayal and Perfect
Weapon, are available in print and e-book through Amazon and other major retailers.

About The Double Helix series:

His genetic code sourced from the best that humanity offers, Galahad embodies the pinnacle of
perfection. When Zara Itani, a mercenary whose abrasive arrogance exceeds her beauty, frees him
from his laboratory prison, she offers him the chance to claim everything that had ever been denied
him, beginning with his humanity.

Perfection cannot be unleashed without repercussions, and Galahad’s freedom shatters Danyael
Sabre’s life.

An alpha empath, Danyael is rare and coveted, even among the alpha mutants who dominate the
Genetic Revolution. He wields the power to heal or kill with a touch, but craves only privacy and
solitude—both impossible dreams for the man who was used as Galahad’s physical template.

Galahad and Danyael, two men, one face. One man seeks to embrace destiny, and the other to
escape it.

The award-winning Double Helix series, consisting of Perfection Unleashed, Perfect Betrayal,
and Perfect Weapon, will challenge your notions of perfection and humanity, and lead you in
a celebration of courage and compassion. Science fiction, urban fantasy, and action-adventure
readers will enjoy this thrilling roller-coaster ride as it twists and turns through a world
transformed by the Genetic Revolution.

Social media and buy links:

Connect with Jade Kerrion: Blog / Facebook / Twitter
Perfection Unleashed: Amazon / Amazon UK / Smashwords
Perfect Betrayal: Amazon / Amazon UK / Smashwords
Perfect Weapon: Amazon / Amazon UK / Smashwords

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Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Blog hop.


1) What is the working title of your next book? Horror Bent 2
2) Where did the idea come from for the book? Every one of the stories are nightmares that I’ve had over the years.
“The Ascent”, is going to be one of the stories in the compilation. What would happen if a candidate for President was shot but not killed during an election? The ads during the last campaign annoyed me to no end, the story is the result. What kind of individual would orchestrate such a thing? I’ll probably be revisiting this concept in the future also.
3) What genre does your book fall under? Horror
4) What actors would you choose to play the part of your characters in a movie rendition? I don’t know as I don’t watch many movies or TV these days.
5) What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book? Short stories that are meant to entertain most of all.
6) Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency? It will be self-published.
7) How long did it take you to write the first draft of the manuscript? One month and it’s still in process. Of course it’s only about 12,000 words so far.
8) What other books would you compare these stories to within your genre? Different Seasons
9) Who or what inspired you to write this book? It’s the kind of thing I like to read in my spare time. I basically write what I like to read. Hopefully others like it also.
10) What else about the book might pique the reader's interest? Would you like to forget about life for a while? These stories should help with that. 

Sunday, December 30, 2012

The Ascent, excerpt

These are first words I have presently in this story that will part of Horror Bent II.


Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.
Vishnu in the Bhagavad-Gita

His breathing deepened as he became immersed deeper into the dream. The plaza extended below his perch high above and the crowd was beginning to mingle. Over to the side the TV cameras were getting set up on their tripods for broadcasting the speech. It was a perfect sky, only a few puffy clouds were marring the bright blue sky.
I check the magazine and slide it into place until I hear the satisfactory click that tells me it’s locked in place. Shoving the bolt home I pull it back out a nudge to make sure a round is in the chamber and that it’s ready. Sighting down the barrel I make sure I have clear sight of the grandstand. There's the limousine coming up the street now! Only a few minutes more and I’ll be able to take him out and finish up this job! Know he isn’t expecting anything to happen here. Boy am I ever going to change his mind!
Damn, there's a slight air movement coming from my left that I’ll need to take that into consideration and adjust my aim accordingly. Just nudge the muzzle a little to the left and it should compensate for the windage. When you’re 1,500 meters away it’s so damned easy to miss the shot. I’ve never missed before but there’s always a first time for everything I guess. But I’m not going to miss this one…
Don’t hurry, never hurry! Remember, squeeze the trigger slowly and try not to jerk the weapon. Come on, control your breathing John. Ah, there he is now getting out of the car! Time to make sure I’m absolutely 100% ready. The stock feels good seated against my shoulder. He's walking to the podium now with his speech in hand. Oh yes! I need to let him get a few minutes into his speech. My eyes sweep the audience as I search for threats, things that might try to stop me but they never will. I’ve double checked everything. My finger is sitting on the trigger. I’m ready to pull it...
Click!
The disturbing sound in his ear jerked him out of his dream and he woke up sweating like always when he had these types of dreams. His heart palpitated within his chest as the sound filled his ears. It was sometimes much worse when his dreams took him back to what had happened back in Afghanistan during the war. So many targets were sighted and so many were killed. Unfortunately, he would be revisited by those he was ordered to kill despite his seeing the Army Psychiatrists. I wonder when the ghosts will go away for good. I’m so tired of them sharing my life.

Thursday, December 27, 2012

The Ascent

So far I've ran my shooter story by a couple more politically minded people and they like it. They're really interested in fact in this story line.

Imagine if you will, the character like the one Pacino plays in The Devil's Advocate now goes for President. You know, the Devil Incarnate sets his sights on the highest office in the land in this story.

Now, throw an Oswald type character into the mix who will attempt to assassinate him. He served in Afghanistan as a sniper. Of course, he misses and so the candidate is wounded only. Because of a sympathy vote he gets in to become the next President.

This is a truly disturbing story I think and will become a part of Horror Bent 2.