Horror-Fail Friday: Elves…Aren’t Scary

Horror-FAIL Friday

So… Christmas Elves are not scary. Figured I should just come right out and say it. Especially when they are designed to look like a Nerf ball with eyes and Chicklets for teeth. They also make a monotone honk like a clarinet whenever they’re about to attack. The point of the indie game “Nightmare From My Bed” puts the player hiding under their bed from elves that have suddenly developed psychopathic murderous tendencies and want to end your life.

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Ginger Overload

COOKING ADVENTURE # 51: Ginger Tumble

Ginger Tumble

The old saying goes “You can never have too much of a good thing.” In this case, I think that’s debatable. I like ginger. I think when you detect a hint of it in a dish, whether it be a dessert or a dinner, it really adds a nice heat and flavor. The recipe for Ginger Tumble went above and beyond the call for a “hint” of ginger flavor. This was a full on ginger roller coaster ride, one that I didn’t quite enjoy as much as I’d hoped I would. However, I will say that I enjoyed certain parts of the dish (particularly the sauce, the only non-ginger part) and would probably make it again with a different kind of ice cream for garnish. Let’s not kid ourselves here either: this is a very, very rich dish. It’s definitely something that you don’t want to O.D. on. I totally just did and now my mouth is tingling from too much ginger. All I can say is that at least it was edible in the end. It could have gone much worse.

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Pretty Much Still Half-Asleep

Good morning, folks.

As you may have guessed, I’m not fully awake this morning. I feel as though I went to sleep early enough last night but this morning, my head is telling me I didn’t get enough z’s. I spent the day zooming all of the Midcoast at break-neck pace. But it was all for a purpose.

I found the elusive Caleb Carr book, “The Angel of Darkness.” I call it “elusive” because I’d looked in at least three different places before happening upon it in a tiny used bookstore in Camden. Even better: it was only $4. I’m so excited to dive into it but first I must finish Anthony Bourdain’s “Medium Raw.” I haven’t had much time to read this week considering the holidays and being at work. Hopefully on my next day off, I’ll be able to sit down and read quite a bit of it.

Yesterday, I also had the pleasure of watching “Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows” with my friend for her birthday. Wow. What an awesome movie! I was surprised by the amount of action that this movie included. There was alot more deduction and dialogue in the first movie. The addition of so much action did help to keep me on the edge of my seat for the entire movie though. And I was pleased to see that they included the legendary Riechenbach Falls into the story as well.

Work on “Aequitas” is still underway. I’m anxious for the holidays to pass so that I will have more time to put to editing the book. It seems the last few weeks have been absolutely crazy. I’m longing for a day that I can stay in at home. I want heaps of snow to pour from the clouds as I sip at a hot cup of peppermint tea, curl into a blanket on the red leather sofa, and write to my heart’s content. That, folks, is my idea of a perfect winter day.

But I’m not entirely sure when we are supposed to get snow… and when we do, how long it will stay. We had a pretty hefty snow storm on Christmas. Then, two days later, it was 50 degrees outside and it all melted with a wash of rain. Hopefully soon, Midcoast Maine will begin to resemble white Decembers/Januarys in past years. Keeping my fingers crossed!

That’s all that I have time for this morning, I’m afraid. I must start getting ready for work.

Tomorrow: New Years Resolutions and an ode to 2011!

KSilva

Inspiration for “Home”

Good morning, folks!

Hoping everyone had a wonderful and safe Christmas! It actually snowed here… quite a bit. I ended up staying at my parent’s house and was without my computer for a full 24 hours… (which almost never happens!) Still, it was a pleasant day unwrapping gifts and spending time with my family. Among many fantastic gifts, I received some new video editing software for my laptop. Hopefully now, I’ll be able to experiment more with making some more professional looking book trailers! I’ll take a look at everything this Thursday when I have more time!

Since I am once again pressed for time this morning, I would just quickly like to thank those people who read “Home” and enjoyed it. The idea for the story had been trapped in my head for several days and that morning I literally dumped it from my noggin onto the blog. I wrote it in an hour, so any mistakes I made I apologize for. I was trying to get ready for work, too!

If any of you wondered what my inspiration was behind this story, I’ll say right now that it was a combination of a couple things. One is a unique book trailer that someone posted for the novel, “Going West” by Maurice Gee. The trailer is a stop-motion animated piece which runs for about one and a half to two minutes. The narrator brings life to Gee’s stunning imagery through the course of the video. You can find that video here.

The second inspiration is a new song released by Puscifer this year (fueling my James Maynard Keenan obsession), which is called “Tumbleweed.” I listened to that song while I wrote “Home”. You can find that song here.

This week, I’ll be posting some interesting factoids about “Vox” and “Aequitas”, specifically where I get my inspiration from while writing those books. I’ll also be posting more writing tips in general!

Til then, enjoy the day!

KSilva

Home, a short story

By metro, the man found himself soaring over the dark city he’d inhabited for nearly a year. The train rumbled as it passed by the silhouettes of abandoned railway cars and the shadows of drunken individuals too far gone to see where they were stumbling to. In the late hours of the night, the only light came from neon yellow streetlamps which lit the streets in strange splotches, highlighting a rubbish bin here and a beat-up stop sign there.

As the metro traveled deeper into the tangles of the city, the man reflected on the night. He reflected on things he wished he could forget. There were images of women varied and yet still hazy, their faces never quite clear enough to his minds eye. There were scenes of bars and brothels, the glasses lining the high varnished counters like posts on a fence and a red glow bathing the room around him. Cards in his hand, but never good ones. Then came that sick crack of self-realization. It had tumbled down on him like bricks and he’d stumbled out of the places where he’d wasted most of his nights away in.

The metro glided high up over the city. The gloomy tenements that housed the city’s poorer families and the darkened doorways, which always housed one or two lonelier individuals. It curved down toward the suburban squalor, a place where the houses stretched on in perfect unison. The front lawns were a blanket of green, even in the night. The communities seemed to vanish like smoke in the air as the metro plunged back down between several high-rises.

Then the city rose up, buildings like children’s building blocks, wielded by men who wished them higher and higher. The man could smell money on these streets, like the ever-present stench of garbage. It reeked here. The people who clumsily made their way through the alleys and backstreets were much like he’d been. Too lost in their own minds to see what was truly around him. Oh, he’d seen the error in his ways eventually. But it had left him hollow. How he’d even been able to board that metro, he wasn’t sure. But he knew it would take him somewhere far from this corruption, if even only for a day. Escape was necessary.

As the city slipped back into the blackness, the forests sprung from the earth. A mixture of conifers and bare limbed trees congregated with a harmony he’d not seen in that city. Beneath the twinkling stars, the woods roamed the hills, a fur coat over the cold terrain that did hardly a thing to keep it warm.

He rode in silence. The other passengers on the car were escaping the city, too. They didn’t want to speak about the terrors they’d left behind. Neither did he.

It wasn’t long until the night began to give way to the day. Pink light burst out from below the distant trees and clawed its way across the sky. Then he saw the snow. It was hard to say when it had first started, but now it was impossible to ignore. It fell across the forest and the ground in sheets. The longer he looked at it, the more the man felt his memories of the city pass away. He was moving somewhere innocent. Somewhere that didn’t need to know about all he’d seen. Somewhere where he could forget about all of the mistakes.

The metro stopped in a tiny station, nearly a quarter of the size of the one he’d been in when he’d boarded. The man summoned a taxi with a quick wave of his hand, the only taxi in the village in fact, and it took him away. They drove by a quiet stretch of streets; the houses donned with lights of every color. In the front yards, snowmen sat contentedly with scarves around their icy shoulders and carrot noses poking into the early morning light. Even the air smelled sweet and spicy and he could imagine a mug of hot buttered rum in his cold fingers before the sun was fully up.

He got off at a little house half way down 4th street. It was much plainer than the ones around him. Candles glowed in the windows and a wreath shook on the door, the wind trying to pull it away. Slinging his bag over his shoulders, the man approached the front door and timidly knocked.

Commotion inside. A dog barked somewhere in the house. Chairs scraped against the old wooden floors and after a moment, the door opened a crack. Then wider.

An older woman, her dimpled cheeks growing red within moments, her blue eyes giving way to a kind of intense delight that he hadn’t seen in over a year. She reached over the threshold and wrapped her tiny arms around his shoulders. She smelled like warm apple pie. Her touch felt so welcome against the cold.

“Welcome home, dear.” she whispered in his ear.

He pulled away to look into her eyes once again. “Mom.”

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Merry Christmas, everyone! I won’t be posting a blog post for the next couple days! Everyone have a safe and happy holiday! And thank you so much for supporting me this holiday season once again!

~KSilva

“Home” is copyrighted to Katherine Silva.

Pass it on!

Good morning, readers!

Today is my day off and I intend on finally getting some writing done while also trying to re-coup. Christmas week has been hectic. I was up until midnight on Tuesday wrapping presents, worked a long shift at work yesterday, and I feel like I could just use a bit of relaxation today.

I have a youtube video to share with you that makes me feel pretty warm and fuzzy inside. It’s a little Pay-It-Forward kind of video that should be passed on to as many people as you can think of this holiday season. I know I needed to see something like this this morning.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qc8ZbVcdHpg

 

Have a wonderful day and pay it forward!

~KSilva

P.S. I intended on relaxing but Lemon Jelly apparently won’t allow me to do so. He’s trying to pull down picture frames and chew on folders. Silly cat.

"I will eat your soul!"

Amazing Fans – I Still Need Your Help!

Good morning!

Yesterday was a big day for “Vox” in a number of ways. I’m pretty sure that since its release yesterday was one of the best growth days in terms of spreading the word about this exciting new series.

THE FACTS:

Facebook Author Page: 2 new fans

The Blog Post: 10 shares through Facebook (that I know of). 1 Like.  1 comment. It was also the most read blog post for The Monstrum Chronicles Blog so far this year!

Twitter: 10 new followers

Amazon: 1 Kindle Sale, 3 new reviews. 1 Like. At one point, the book moved up 600,099 points in the Kindle Best Sellers List to 71,541. (It has since dropped back down into 107,927.) I still consider this a victory because there are over 750,000 books in the Kindle Store!

 

All in all, it’s been a great start for “Vox”‘s come back. However, it’s not over yet…

You’ve proven yourselves to be devoted fans and amazing friends. There are no words to express how thankful I am for your support in this difficult time.

I still need your help though.

It’s the week before Christmas and things are hectic. I, myself, am still rushing around trying to get things done. I understand if you don’t have time to write a review. But there are still other things you could do!

  1. Please “Like” the facebook page here if you haven’t already done so. Encourage others who are fans of vampire fiction to join the fanbase, too!
  2. Please “Like” the Amazon Kindle page here. The “Like” button is near the top of the page under the book title.
  3. Please “Like” my Goodreads Author page here. The “Like” button is under the profile picture to the left. If you have a Goodreads account, please “friend” me, too!
  4. Please “Follow” the twitter account here.
  5. If you have a wordpress account, please “Follow” the Monstrum Chronicles blog. Also feel free to comment on and like posts you see!
  6. If you have a youtube account, please subscribe to constantwriter17’s channel here. Please “Like” a trailer of your choice as well!

For those of you whom would like to write reviews for the book, please post them on the Kindle version here or on the paperback version here. It doesn’t need to be in-depth and long (though I wouldn’t mind if they were). Sometimes the shortest reviews are the best ones!

Again, I thank you all for the great start that we had yesterday. I hope that you can continue to help me achieve this Christmas miracle that I need to revitalize “Vox”.

Thank you everyone!

~KSilva

I Need a Christmas Miracle

Morning, folks.

I am in serious need of a Christmas miracle.

Yesterday, I received a piece of news which places the future of the Monstrum Chronicles in jeopardy. I cannot disclose what the matter is but what I can tell you is that it will most definitely push back all of my hopes for the sequel’s summer release date.

I am going to need to spend the next several months re-marketing “Vox” and to do that, I will need to put my complete and full attention on it.

This is where you come in.

I’m asking (even praying) that the fans of this book please write a review for it. Please tell your friends about it. Please share the facebook page and the blog page with people you know are lovers of vampire fiction. Even people who might not have thought to try vampire fiction! I am in a serious bind here this holiday season.

Currently, “Vox” needs some amazing reviews to help entice others to read it. These reviews can be long or short, in-depth or generalized. The book has two places that the reviews could be posted: either here at Amazon or here at Goodreads (http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/12132505-vox-book-1-of-the-monstrum-chronicles). Also, if you are a fan at the facebook author page, please “like” my book on Amazon and my author profile at Goodreads.

If you have a youtube account, please “like” and comment on one of the trailers there. Please subscribe to constantwriter17‘s channel, too!

I’m down on my knees at this point, begging for some help.

A series is defined by its fans. You are all amazing people and have been very supportive of me and my work. Now, I’m asking you to help save the future of this series.

Thank you!

~KSilva