P.S. Bartlett on Tell Me a Story – Blog Talk Radio Today at 1:30PM EST

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How I’ll be spending my lunch break today! I hope you can join me! http://www.blogtalkradio.com/themagichappens/2015/03/06/ps-bartlett-on-tell-me-a-story

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My BIG Box of BIG Beautiful Books Came This Evening!

This is when it really hits me.

My first box of books for my book signing next month, arrived tonight.

The Blue DiamondI want to just sit here and read it but I can’t tonight. I will tomorrow though!

There’s just something about holding your very own book in your hands that never gets old no matter how many times you do it.

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Here’s a little funny for you…

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Thank you!

A Sneak Peek From Somewhere Deep Inside Le Chat Noir – The Blue Diamond – The Razor’s Edge

I feel like sharing today, so here’s a treat from deep inside of my soon to be released third novel – The Blue Diamond – The Razor’s Edge.

Maddox Carbonale is a very complex and multi-layered man. He is protective of himself on every level but his best friend and quartermaster, Alphonse Green knows him better than anyone alive:

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“Land, Captain!” a young sailor called out with a knock on Maddox’s cabin door.
Since the dawn had barely shown its face, Maddox saw no reason yet to rise. He lay back in his bunk and lifted the open book of sonnets from his bare chest. It was tacky, and the pages peeled away from him as he raised it and recalled where he’d left off some hours before.
How heavy do I journey on the way,
When what I seek, my weary travel’s end,
Doth teach that ease and that repose to say,
‘Thus far the miles are measured from thy friend!
The beast that bears me, tired with my woe,
Plods dully on, to bear that weight in me,
As if by some instinct the wretch did know
His rider lov’d not speed being made from thee.
The bloody spur cannot provoke him on,
That sometimes anger thrusts into his hide,
Which heavily he answers with a groan,
More sharp to me than spurring to his side;
For that same groan doth put this in my mind,
My grief lies onward, and my joy behind.
He recited the poem again with his eyes closed. He remembered falling asleep after having read it repeatedly, until it was embedded into his brain. There were many others which had held his attention, but once Shakespeare’s fiftieth sonnet found him, he stopped turning the pages.
“My grief lies onward, and my joy behind.” He slammed the book closed and dropped it to the floor next to his bunk. One leg dangled towards the floor with one pointed toe’s very tip resting against the cool, rough wood. His mind filled with images of pale blond hair and sun-kissed golden cheeks. He lay back between dreams and reality and succumbed to the memory of her asleep, and then awake and trapped in his arms.
The room was scented with dampness and cold candlewax, but his memories were flooded with a mixture of cucumber, lavender, and Ivory’s own sweet fragrance. His heart raced, and the air he breathed was heavy. He stretched as it escaped him, until his lungs completely deflated, and his chest fell flat. All at once, he sat up. His hands rushed through his curls and down over his aching neck. He arched his back and then fell forward and rested his forearms on his knees. It was then he noticed the tapping at his door and shouted, “Come in!” He was still far too weighed down in spirit to rise.
“Good morning, Maddox. We should reach Kingston by noon,” Green said as he folded his hands behind his back.
“Very well, then. Was there anything else?”
“Nothing of note. All crew members are accounted for and looking forward to land.”
“Aye, something to look forward to indeed.”
Green walked to the bunk, lifted the book of sonnets from the floor, and turned it over. “Sonnets?” he asked with a raised brow.
“Yes, sonnets…and your point is?”
“If you do not mind my speaking openly…”
“When has my minding anything ever stopped you?” Maddox rubbed at his eyes and pushed himself up by the knees. “By the way, do you ever sleep?”
“When we reach Kingston, I could inquire as to Madame Ivory’s well-being, and perhaps I could arrange to contact her. To be honest, I intend to make the journey to Port Royal and make inquiries on my own behalf.”
“Well, good for you. At least one of us has intentions beyond sleeping for days.”
“You have intentions as well. You simply choose not to follow them.”
“Maybe it’s exhaustion or insanity…” Maddox’s voice lowered to a nearly inaudible level but Green leaned in and heard every word. “But, you’re right, you know? I’ll join you in your intentions, if for no other reason than to close this book and return this blasted thing.” Maddox lifted Ivory’s pearl handled razor from the desk and tossed it to Green.
“We will be forced to travel in disguise.”
“Disguise? What disguise? I’m dead, remember?”
“How long do you think it will be before one of these fools exposes the fact that you are very much alive? We will have thirty days, at the most, to relocate.”
“Relocate? Why bother? Money speaks far louder than rum.”
“Money procures rum. Rum is everywhere. Money will not stop them from their drunken ramblings anyway, if that is to what you are referring.”
“Alright, alright… you win. Dammit, Alphonse, the older you get the less pleasant you are to chat with.” Maddox lit his pipe and sulked into his favorite chair. “Choose the most loyal and offer them passage to Port Royal…with a bonus.”
“I always do my best to speak only the truth, which is something you require constantly. How frustrated do you imagine that I am?”
“Is that a smile I detect there?”
“I cannot deny my pleasure in finding you more in agreement this morning. It is a rare treat. However, I must ask you if we are, in fact, solely returning this meager weapon? Or are you hoping to acquire a more substantial reward to compensate for our trouble?”
“The diamonds?”
“It had crossed my mind.”
“The only diamonds I’m interested in are the jewels of closure and no regrets. However, finding Ivory raises the level of danger whilst she still has them in her possession.”
Green’s eyebrow arched with suspicion at Maddox as he turned back to him from the door. “Do not even think it. I long for the arms of my love about my neck, not the noose.”
“One and the same, if you ask me.”
Green chuckled. “Why don’t you read some more of Master Shakespeare? I will secure those loyal men, and we will turn about once we’ve collected our belongings. Will you be bringing Lasher and Zara?”
“Bring a black cat and a woman aboard ship? It’s difficult to find loyal men without superstitions as well. I think under those conditions, we would be sailing her alone.”
“I only thought to ask.”
Maddox tapped out his pipe and poured a goblet of water. “I’ll see you on deck shortly.”
Green was gone and Maddox sulked on for an hour. “Leave my cat?” he whined aloud.

Please Welcome My Amazing Friend Reece Bridger to the Blog Today!

Reece is a fellow Ravenswood Publishing author. We’ve struck up a friendship over our mutual love of writing. Despite our age difference, we have wonderful chats about our passion, proving writing and the dedication to the craft has no bounds.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Reece Bridger – Author / Fantasist / Professional Dreamer / Voice Actor

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I gave Reece four questions to answer:

What are you working on?

The story I’m working on right now is the Buan Trilogy, the first segment of a saga made up of fourteen books or more in total. The first of the trilogy, soon to be re-released with Ravenswood Publishing, is ‘The Perfect Mortals’. The story, which was originally self-published in early 2013, revolves around a family of four siblings living sequestered in the middle of a war-torn, monster-riddled continent. The bloody memories of their past haunt them in the present, and promises to form greater challenges for the future. But, their future takes a drastic turn when they are chosen without any foreseeable reason by their Goddess to be endowed with fantastic and powerful gifts to combat the return of an age-old enemy to the nation. The trilogy focuses on them as they fight against monsters, foreign enemies and their own shortcomings to reach the true cause of their suffering and defeat it once and for all.

How does your work differ from others of its genre?

I believe my first book differs from others of its genre because, despite being filled with arguable clichés and reused common ideas, the main characters have their personal issues to deal with associated with growing up and facing a harsh world that they aren’t prepared for. It explores the effects of unwanted power and responsibility, with no one around to help them. In some ways, it’s a coming-of-age story, but those elements are by no means the main focus; the story takes much more precedence than the characters’ adolescent struggles.

How does your writing process work?

My writing process is somewhat lax in comparison to more renowned and well-experienced authors. Being a full-time student has limited the time I can spare to write. But, that being said, I have managed to get at least 1,000 words in most days when I don’t have other things to worry about. During the summer holidays I always try to write 5,000 words on any day where I don’t have plans, whether those words are spent writing my next book, editing the current ones, or writing the script for my upcoming web series ‘Zoolaplex’. I try to progress by around 5,000 words total through at least one medium per day. As long as I have enough to drink, some good music in the background, and a clear plan of what I want to happen in my head, then it all just seems to write itself most of the time.

Why do you write what you do?

I suppose the reason I write what I write is because I love the story and I want to share it with the world. The story acts as a premise for the rest of the saga and, even with all the plot twists that I’m putting into Buan, I can say without a shadow of a doubt that the rest takes it up a notch. Furthermore, I want to prove that my Aspergers doesn’t hold me back from achieving my dreams; I’ve been told too many times in the past that my condition will limit my opportunities and keep me from having the same standard of life as ‘normal’ people in the future. I want to prove to everyone who shares my condition or has a similar one that what those people say isn’t true. You can still achieve your dreams no matter what stands in your way.

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To follow Reece on his journey:

 

FIREFLIES Takes the Silver Medal in the Paranormal Fiction Category!

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Honestly, I have no clue if I’ve won any prizes but right now, I’m thrilled I won a silver medal!

 

PubSlush is Complete and Ready to Go – Let’s Do This!

I finished my PubSlush campaign last night and it has been approved!

First, here’s a little video to give you more information about PubSlush and their mission.

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I’d be ever so grateful if you’d go take a peek at it and perhaps even register as a fan to receive updates on my progress. 🙂 Just click on Ivory below to go to my PubSlush Profile.

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Although the official launch date isn’t until September 1, 2014, I’m so excited and grateful for this opportunity to be able to take part in such an innovative concept in crowd-funding.

If you follow my blog, you know I won this opportunity through a pitch contest for my new book, “The Blue Diamond – The Razor’s Edge.” I’m very proud of this book, as I’ve moved my writing in another direction and although I was afraid in the beginning to take such a leap, I’m still in the genre I love but trying out a different angle and story type–romance and adventure.

September 1st is going to be a pretty big day all the way around because that is also the day I find out if “Fireflies” has won in either category in the Readers’ Favorite Book Awards contest. There are so many wonderful books in my category and as cliche as it sounds, I’m just thrilled to be a finalist in their company. Of course I’d love to win but it’s been a thrill to just have that finalist badge on my book cover.

“The Blue Diamond” will be released on October 1, 2014 and I’m putting my blog tour together with the assistance of my incredible publisher, Ravenswood Publishing.  If you’d like to participate in my blog tour, please e-mail me at authorpsbartlett@aol.com.

Thank you all so much as always for stopping to read my ramblings.

Have a wonderful night!