Val Muller

The Electronic Wordsmith

I thought I’d finish out the first month of my nine weeks of horror-and-Halloween reviews with a book by my favorite author, the late Ray Bradbury. The Halloween tree is a classic, appropriate for children but deep enough for adults as well and a perfect way to lead us into October. In typical Ray Bradbury fashion, the author uses elements of speculative fiction to shed light on the human condition.

In the novel, a group of boys in Halloween costumes meet a creepy figure named Mr. Moundshroud. He takes them through different time periods and locations, each one teaching the boys about the nature of time, human beliefs, and the human condition. I won’t add too many details–part of the fun is in discovering these beliefs. I will say that the locations all relate to Halloween and related beliefs—ancient Egypt, Druid ceremonies, Mexican catacombs, even cavemen discovering fire. The journeys are both light-hearted and creepy, mirroring the shadowy qualities of this time of year. The imagery and settings are a treat for the mind—perfect for reading on a cold, blistery day like today.

In the end, one of the boys’ lives is at risk, and the others must agree to sacrifice one year of their lives to save him. Mr. Moundshroud reminds them that though one year at the end of their lives might not seem like a big deal to a boy, it will be much more significant to an old man facing its loss. This concept returns to Bradbury’s theme elaborated on in Dandelion Wine, in which a boy discovers with near euphoria that he’s alive. Once again, Bradbury reminds us through fiction to enjoy every minute we’re given. Most of all, I love how the novel forces us to reflect on our own beliefs and speculate upon why the autumn of the year has such a mystical quality. It’s a book I try to read each year around this time, and I recommend it to both children and adults alike.

 

 

This episode of Remy’s story comes to us from Val Muller. Check out her sweet romance novella, For Whom My Heart Beats Eternal, and her mystery series for young detectives, Corgi Capers (the next installment comes out in early October.) Find out more at valm16.sg-host.com

Next week’s piece comes from Cathy MacKenzie. Check out her three books of short stories available on Smashwords for only $1.99 and $0.99. There you can read the first story in each book for free. However, the stories are all different, so the sample stories aren’t a true representation of the other stories.

The Spot Writers’ blogs appear at the end of this story. Don’t forget to check them out.

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Chapter 15

Remy ran her hands underneath Sam’s jacket, letting the warmth dissolve the chill Jeremy had brought. She was moving backward, she knew that, but her mind let her body take over. Something cold and sharp found its way to her hand, and into the lock of her door, and soon Sam was bolting the apartment door behind them, and they were making their way in the darkness to the couch. The comforting smells of Remy’s apartment blended with the musk of Sam’s aftershave, and something primal took over.

Remy could walk her apartment blindfolded, and she continued her backward walk, leading Sam to the couch and pulling him down on top of her like a blanket. Another eternity passed and then Sam came up for air. Remy’s eyes adjusted to the darkness. Sam was looking down at her, and she tried to read his eyes. Was he embarrassed? Did he want more?

Was he going to fire her?

“Sam,” she whispered.

He brushed is hand along her cheek and smiled. It was the kind of smile made with the eyes more than the lips.

“Does this feel wrong to you?” she asked. “Is it wrong?”

Sam licked his lips. “No.” He leaned down but paused, his brown concerned. “Does it feel wrong to you?”

She bit her lip. What was it that Sam read on her face? Did her expression tell Sam that it was wrong? Logic was starting to trickle back into her brain. She thought of her job. She thought of Irene. She could never keep a deadpan face at work. Irene would read this the moment she set foot in the office. And Sam? He wanted an assistant at work, not extra baggage. Right?

“Remy?”

Her skin rose into goosebumps as he whispered her name, but she had no answer for him. “I—”

He ran his fingers along her cheek one last time. Then he got up, flicking on the lamp. He walked to the back door, checking the security bolt. Then he went through the kitchen, and Remy could hear him from the couch, testing the windows.

“Got a balcony?” he asked, motioning to the second floor.

Remy shook her head, freezing at the thought of Sam going upstairs to check. Upstairs to the bedroom…

“Then you’ll be safe tonight,” he said. “Everything’s locked up tight. You just bolt the door behind me. And if that punk comes back, call me first, and then call the cops.”

“Sam, I—”

He shook his head. “No need to explain. You think it over. I’ll be waiting.” He walked to the door, and then he turned. She saw how broad his shoulders were against the doorframe. “See you at work,” he said.

Remy ran to bolt the door behind him. Then she sank into the couch that still smelled like Dr. Sam Kendrick. She turned out the lamp and stared into the darkness, thinking about nothing and everything all at once.

The Spot Writers- our members:

Catherine A. MacKenzie

http://writingwicket.wordpress.com/wicker-chitter/

Jessica Degarmo

http://www.jessicadegarmo.com/

RC Bonitz

http://www.rcbonitz.com

Val Muller

https://valmuller.com/blog

Deborah Dera

http://www.deborahdera.com

 

This book has been on my to-be-read list for a while now, but I wanted to wait until Halloween season and review it as part of my nine weeks of spookiness (though my spooky-book pile is much longer than nine weeks!).

A young adult horror novel, The Legend of the Pumpkin Thief follows a student named Nick as he navigates his way past the school’s most violent bullies, using his developing detective skills to determine why the neighborhood’s pumpkins and jack-o-lanterns are being stolen. At first he suspects an older woman who lives with her dog, but as Nick digs deeper into the mystery, he learns that the answer is not as simple as it seemed—especially as time ticks closer to Halloween.

This is a great read for young teens. It contains elements a middle- or high-schooler would enjoy: battling bullies, vying for the attention of a crush, and defending an annoying sibling from strangers. Best of all, the pace is compelling for a young reader, with short chapters and a plot that builds in intensity as the story progresses. It gets quite scary toward the end. As an adult reader, I would have preferred a bit more decadence with the imagery, but for a younger reader the descriptions were just right—enough to create a picture of the scene without bogging down the plot with details.  I will note, however, a few instances of profanity. Definitely used sparingly and only in appropriate situations, but something for a cautious parent to consider depending on age.

What I enjoyed most was the nostalgic quality of the Halloween portrayed in the novel. The kids in the book are not obsessed with their cell phones or their video games. Rather, they’re knee-deep in trick-or-treat pranks. The lack of adult supervision in this particular neighborhood brought me back to my own trick-or-treating experience (one year a white van tried to kidnap us!), where streets are dark and the spookiness of Halloween is allowed to run rampant. Indeed, Nick’s parents spend the evening plopped in front of the couch watching old-fashioned horror movies, leaving Nick and his younger sister to encounter the legend of the pumpkin thief on their own.

The ending came quickly—I wanted just a bit more resolution, but the way was left open for future Halloween adventures, which I’d very much enjoy reading, especially if they delve even more deeply into the details of the pumpkin thief himself, his history, and the appearance of his spooky companions.

Overall, this was a fun read worth the time of any fan of Halloween.

This episode of Remy’s story comes to us from Val Muller. Check out her sweet romance novella, For Whom My Heart Beats Eternal, and her middle-grade mystery series, Corgi Capers. Find out more at valm16.sg-host.com

Next week’s piece comes from Cathy MacKenzie. Check out her three books of short stories available on Smashwords for only $1.99 and $0.99. There you can read the first story in each book for free. However, the stories are all different, so the sample stories aren’t a true representation of the other stories.

The Spot Writers’ blogs appear at the end of this story. Don’t forget to check them out.

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Chapter 14

“Are not,” Jeremy slurred, his drunkenness hardening to anger. “Remy never mentioned a boyfriend. Leave us alone, we’ve got stuff to do.” He reached to put his arm around her, but he was too drunk to reach.

Sam Kendrick narrowed his eyes. “Stay away from my girlfriend,” he said.

Remy, trying not to look or sound shocked, needed to stall for time. What should she do? Play along with it? Tell them both to get lost? Call the police? She took a deep breath, trying not to let the situation get the best of her. How did things go from relaxing night out with friends to sordid love triangle so quickly?

“Jeremy,” Remy said, speaking slowly and clearly, “this is Dr. Sam Kendrick.” She wanted to add a descriptor, but what would she say? Dr. Sam Kendrick, my boss? Dr. Sam Kendrick, my boyfriend? The corner of her mouth drew up in an unconscious smile at the thought of it. What would Irene say!

Jeremy raised an eyebrow. “Dr. Sam Kendrick, huh? What kind of doctor are you? One of those academic pricks? Or a dentist, perhaps?”

“Jeremy, you’re drunk,” Remy said. “Go home. Call me when you’re sober, and I’ll explain everything.” That’ll buy me time to figure this out.

“I’m plenty sober,” Jeremy barked. “I want answers now. I thought we had a date tonight, Remy.”

“Look, Jeremy. I don’t know what the deal is with Barbara, but I can’t deal with her. The two of you need to work things out.”

“And if I work things out with Barbara, you’ll go on a date with me?” His lower eyelid twitched, and he held up his knife as if a subconscious manifestation of his thoughts.

Remy felt herself being backed into a corner. This was a side of Jeremy she didn’t like. Drunk. Violent. Confused.

“I’m sorry, Jeremy, but I can’t.”

“Why not? You just said—”

“I’m sorry,” Remy said, swallowing hard and barely believing that the words were coming from her mouth. “It’s just that I’m already dating—Sam.”

Jeremy narrowed his eyes, including both Remy and Sam in his line of vision. He chewed his lip as if trying to justify them in his mind as a couple.

“I don’t believe you,” he said, though he did manage to close his knife and shove it in his pocket.

Remy stepped closer to Sam, gaining confidence. “Believe it or not,” she said. “I’m telling you how it is.”

Sam reached out to her, encircling her shoulders with his arm. Remy leaned close to him. It was only when she felt the warmth of his body that she realized she was trembling. He rubbed his hand along her arm to help the trembling subside.

“Is this for real?” Jeremy asked, the lingering alcohol making him sound like a maladjusted teenager.

“I’m afraid so,” Sam said. “So I’m sure you’ll understand when I ask you to stay away from my woman.”

Jeremy’s eyes flashed, regret finally starting to sink in. But it was clear he still wasn’t convinced. Not completely. But there was something Remy could do. It was barely an effort for her. She knew it would convince Jeremy, and the way Sam was protecting her made it a labor of love. She angled her body toward Sam, placing a hand on his chest. He rested his own hand on top of hers and angled his eyes toward hers.

“I was surprised to see you waiting out here, Sam,” Remy said. “I thought you’d be waiting for me inside. You must have forgotten your key.”

“He has the key to your apartment?” Jeremy asked, his voice cracking.

“Left it at home,” Sam said. He leaned in for a kiss, and Remy lost herself. She looked up to see the moonlight reflecting in his eyes. Then she closed her own and melted into a current of warmth. It took her away. She was floating and warm and happy, Sam’s lips smooth and soft, drawing her away from herself.

She couldn’t say how long the kiss lasted. Maybe a minute. Maybe forever. But when she opened her eyes again, the spot where Jeremy had been moping about was nothing but a soft pool of moonlight wrapping her and Sam in its magical light.

And then she leaned in and kissed Sam once again.

The Spot Writers- our members:

Catherine A. MacKenzie

http://writingwicket.wordpress.com/wicker-chitter/

Jessica Degarmo

http://www.jessicadegarmo.com/

RC Bonitz

http://www.rcbonitz.com

Val Muller

https://valmuller.com/blog

Deborah Dera

http://www.deborahdera.com

 

The premise of this novel intrigued me, which is why I agreed to review it in exchange for a review e-copy.

In this novel, Nathan, an employee of a mental institution, spends most of his time pining for the love of Leyna, a coworker. Through the first half of the novel, he spends a lot of time thinking about her and discussing her with his best friend and his mother, who is a non-responsive patient (on life support) at a local hospital. I found myself skimming or speed-reading through sections in this first half, as much of it is filled with Nathan’s thoughts. There was much more “telling” than I prefer and lengthy sentences that over-explain Nathan’s motivations—without the explanations, the reader would still have come to the same conclusions: Nathan is obsessed with this girl but will not do a thing about it. At times, I felt that things were being drilled into my head when one or two subtle clues would have sufficed. As a reader, I felt frustrated during the first half of the book, which I think was the point. (Here’s where my English teacher hat goes on.) I think the reader was supposed to feel like Nathan—sitting on top of bottled-up feelings for a girl he can’t muster the courage to talk to. I think we’ve all been in a similar situation at some point in our lives and thus can relate to Nathan. Still, he came off as somewhat whiney.

I would have preferred more “showing” rather than “telling.”

(Some spoiler follows. If you’re okay with this, then continue scrolling down!)

I should also mention that while Nathan is moping around and wishing he could “get the girl,” there are allusions to an infection that has been taking over the world, making people act like mental patients. A man who soils himself on an elevator. A doctor who slams his head into the pavement as a way of committing suicide. It’s foreshadowed that these things will become an epidemic soon, but Nathan has been too busy being “emo” to put together the clues. Understandable, I suppose, but frustrating. I would much rather read about creepy stuff people are doing than hear more about how Nathan’s life is miserable.

When Nathan finally does “make the move,” we’re thrown into a somewhat graphic sex scene, which is fine except that it came out of nowhere in relation to all the thinking and pining that had been happening (or not happening) previously. From a literary analysis perspective, I suppose the vividness of the scene represents Nathan’s feelings—his grim feelings had been moping around for half the novel, and then suddenly, like fireworks, his life feels complete.

But his happiness is short lived, as Leyna soon becomes infected. While the first half of the novel spent ample time describing all the nuances of Nathan’s feelings, the second half of the book left me craving detail. Before Leyna’s infection gets too bad, the two move into the same room together in the mental institution (where they decide to stay, as it has ample supplies to help them survive the breakdown of civilization caused by the increasing number of infections). While Nathan spends time staring at her or holding her while she falls asleep, there isn’t much description. I want to be shown how strong their relationship is. I want to see the tremble in her lips or the way her eye twitches when she’s scared. I wished more of the word count used in the first half could have been applied to the second.

In the end, Nathan decides to try to save her, though there is no known cure for the infection. He finds supplies and gasoline to run the asylum’s generator, locking her in her room so she can’t hurt herself while he goes for help. Though I was 95% of the way through the book, I couldn’t help but feel just a bit detached from the characters, and only because I had been “told” the way they feel for the whole novel, rather than being “shown” how they feel and letting me come to the conclusion on my own that they are deeply in love, despite the infection. I felt sorry for Nathan’s situation, but not for Nathan himself. And not really caring about a protagonist is a problem for me.

It was not a bad novel, but it wasn’t the most compelling I’ve read. The author certainly has talent, though, and I would read other books by him. Perhaps just a bit more polish, less repetition, and more “showing.”

Episode 13 of Remy’s story comes to us from RC Bonitz, author of A LITTLE BIT OF BLACKMAIL and A BLANKET FOR HER HEART, both available from Amazon or B&N. He’s looking forward to the release of A LITTLE BIT OF BABY, due in November.

Next week’s episode will be by Val Muller. Check out her romantic sci-fi novella, For Whom My Heart Beats Eternal, and her middle-grade mystery series, Corgi Capers. Find out more at valm16.sg-host.com

 

The Spot Writers’ blogs appear at the end of this story. Don’t forget to check them out.

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Chapter 13

 

Remy blew out a breath. Her hands began to sweat. This was a little tricky. And maybe dangerous if Jeremy decided to start trouble. All she needed was for Jeremy to  beat up her boss.

 

“None of your damn business. Get lost,” Jeremy snarled.

 

“Jeremy, stop. You’re drunk. I’m not going to talk to you right now,” Remy said sharply.

 

Dr. Sam approached her and gently touched her arm. Remy turned and gave him a small smile in the glare from the porch light.

 

“You ‘ve been avoiding me. I want to talk to you,” Jeremy mumbled.

 

“We have nothing to talk about. You have a girlfriend or a wife, and a baby on the way,” Remy declared.

 

“Nope. Don’t! No way! Barbara’s a pain. I don’t even know her, “Jeremy sputtered.

 

He reached for Remy’s arm again, but Dr. Sam stepped between them.

 

“That’s enough,” Dr. Sam said calmly.

 

“Bug off, man. I got to explain,” Jeremy growled.

 

“Explain what?” Remy said, reaching out to restrain Dr. Sam. This was very nice of him, trying to be her chivalrous knight , but no way she wanted him hurt on her account. What was it her father used to say? “Protect your boss and he’ll take care of you.” This wasn’t exactly a business dispute, but the idea still applied. Didn’t it? Daddy never said anything about getting your boss’s butt kicked for him!

 

“I got to explain. Barbara’s a wacko. I bought her a drink once in a bar, that’s all. She’s driving me crazy with this baby stuff and telling people I’m the father. One drink, that’s all,” Jeremy insisted.

 

“Okay, got that,  but you were manhandling the lady tonight,” Dr. Sam said. “You need to go home and sleep it off.”

 

“I know what I’m doing. Who the hell are you anyway?” Jeremy demanded, drawing himself stiffly upright and glaring at Dr. Sam.

 

“I’m her boyfriend,” Dr. Sam said very clearly.

 

 

 

The Spot Writers- our members:

Catherine A. MacKenzie – http://writingwicket.wordpress.com/wicker-chitter/

Jessica Degarmo – http://www.jessicadegarmo.com/

RC Bonitz – http://www.rcbonitz.com

Val Muller – https://valmuller.com/blog

Deborah Dera – http://www.deborahdera.com

 

As much as I like horror, I’ve never read King’s The Dark Tower series, so I thought it was time to start. The series begins with The Gunslinger, a book that takes place in a nightmarish-post-apocalypticish-wild-Westish setting in which a gunslinger named Roland is following a mysterious figure known only as the man in black—with passing references to a dark tower. At first I was irked by being thrown into the tale without a full understanding of what was happening. It slowed my interest initially, as I had to piece together bits from the present as well as Roland’s recollections of his past. But as the tale progressed, I came to enjoy discovering the elements of Roland’s world, and when the book ended, I ran to my keyboard to order Book Two.

What I enjoyed most was the balance between mystery and fatalism. It seems that characters know—if only subconsciously—what is to come and what has come before. Along his journey, Roland encounters (among other things) a boy named Jake. He and Jake travel together, though they both sense that Jake will end up being sacrificed in the end. There is also the suggestion that the man in black, while somewhat elusive, is making sure Roland catches him. Jake makes references to things he doesn’t quite understand, things like movies and subways from a time before the world moved on (and this, despite the fact that he also makes references to having already died in such a world).

The last chapter makes up for any confusing scenes in the beginning, insight coming like fireworks even as more mystery develops. I won’t give away much—only to say that the dark tower sought by the gunslinger is the crux of it all, and it’s something he doesn’t find in Book One. The ending definitely leaves the reading longing for the next book in the series (so watch this space for an upcoming review!).

Finally, as an English teacher and writer, I enjoyed King’s Afterward, in which he reveals some of the history behind his writing of the novel, including the fact that he was inspired by Robert Browning’s poem “Childe Roland,” which you can read here.

Chapter 12 of the continuing saga of Remy comes to us from Deborah Dera. Deborah traditionally ghostwrites articles and stories but is in the process of finishing up her first eBook to be released on the Kindle platform later this year. Keep your eyes peeled!

Next week’s chapter will come from RC Bonitz, author of A LITTLE BIT OF BLACKMAIL and A BLANKET FOR HER HEART, both available from Amazon or B&N. He’s looking forward to the release of A LITTLE BIT OF BABY, due in September.

The Spot Writers’ blogs appear at the end of this story. Don’t forget to check them out.

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Chapter 12

 A movie and a few drinks had left Remy feeling relaxed and refreshed. She’d ignored the unknown caller and had shut her phone off as soon as Alison picked her up. She hugged her friend tightly before getting out of the car.

“Thank you so much, Alison. I didn’t realize how stressed I was over the entire week. A night out was just what I needed.”

“Don’t let some guy you barely know drag you down, Remy. You already know he comes with a bit of baggage and that’s all you need to know. Do you really need answers?”

“No. No, I guess I don’t.” Remy smiled weakly at her friend, feeling uneasy for the first time that night. She wished she could fool herself into believing she didn’t need answers, but she knew she wanted them and she felt violated by the unknown calls and texts.

Remy waved as Alison pulled away from the curb. She started up the path that led between the buildings when she felt a presence behind her. She turned and saw a figure walking up the block, from the direction of The Corner Pocket. She recognized his broad shoulders and wished she hadn’t paused as Jeremy rushed to catch up to her.

“Remy! Remy, wait!” Jeremy picked up his pace and was quickly approaching. Remy held up her hands as if to ward him back.

“What do you want, Jeremy?”

“I thought we had a date tonight. After work? That’s what you said.”

This was getting ridiculous. “Actually, Jeremy, my exact words were ‘I don’t know.’ As in, I don’t know if I want to talk to you or hear your tale of woe.” Her words sounded harsher than she had intended them to be.

Jeremy stepped a little closer – close enough for Remy to smell the liquor on his breath and notice the wobble in his step. She was surprised to see his eyes darken with anger.

“No,” he hissed. “You said we’d talk. You lied to me.”

“I – did – no – such – thing,” Remy enunciated angrily. She turned back to the path leading towards the buildings when she felt a strong hand grab her upper arm.

“We’re going to talk. We’re going to talk now, Remy.”

“Get your hands off of me!” Remy tried to pull away but she couldn’t. She struggled only as long as it took Jeremy to pull the small switchblade from his jacket pocket. Remy paled as she looked from the blade to Jeremy’s insistent eyes.

“I just want to talk. Come on.” He pulled her up the path and turned away from her building, dragging her towards his own door.

“Fine. Fine! Jeremy, fine! We’ll talk. But please, let’s go back up to my place instead. That way if Barbara decides to stop by she won’t know where to look for you.” Remy silently congratulated herself for thinking on her feet. She wasn’t sure what she’d do in her own condo, but she had no plans of letting Jeremy drag her into unfamiliar territory.

“Whatever,” Jeremy growled. He quickly turned heel and turned instead towards Remy’s entrance.

It wasn’t until they were at the base of the dark landing that Remy realized there was another figure sitting on her top step. As the motion-activated light switched itself on, Dr. Sam Kendrick stood up to assess what was not the situation he’d hoped to encounter as he’d waited for the past half hour to talk to Remy, concerned about the phone calls he’d had traced earlier in the day.

“What’s going on here?”

The Spot Writers- our members:

Catherine A. MacKenzie – http://writingwicket.wordpress.com/wicker-chitter/

Jessica Degarmo – http://www.jessicadegarmo.com/

RC Bonitz – http://www.rcbonitz.com

Val Muller – https://valmuller.com/blog

Deborah Dera – http://www.deborahdera.com

 

I have signed on (in a volunteer capacity) as editor of my husband’s anthology project, Forging Freedom anthology at Freedom Forge Press. Because I think it’s a worthwhile effort, I’d like to share a bit about the book. If you’re interested in submitting a story for it, submissions are open until January (you can read the guidelines here).

From the Founder of Freedom Forge Press:
Many things in life are seldom missed until they’re taken away. So it is with individual liberties. When I graduated from high school, I left home to join the US Army. As any veteran or currently-serving member knows, basic training is designed to break down individuals and rebuild them into components of a unit. My experience was no different. Something as simple as calling home to talk to mom and dad was a luxury. Internet, email, favorite TV shows, the simple freedom to leave and go someplace else (that wasn’t on the drill sergeant’s agenda), even drinking a soda were all things I never considered to be freedoms until they were taken away on the day I put on Army green.

Basic training spanned over the 4th of July holiday for me. I can remember our company being given a special treat on the day America celebrated her independence. We marched onto a field, in hot uniforms, and were given the chance to watch an evening fireworks display–seated on the ground in straight lines, of course. The display went on for about a half hour. As I watched the brilliant colors explode across the night sky and reflect on the faces of my fellow soldiers, I realized for the first day in weeks, we weren’t being yelled at, weren’t doing pushups, and weren’t given detailed instructions on exactly what we were supposed to do. We just sat, enjoyed the moment, and relished in freedom before returning to the remaining weeks of our training.

I and so many others willingly gave up these basic freedoms in order to serve as part of a military force that swears, above all else, to protect and defend the US Constitution. We bear the burden of service so that others would not have to bear it. I’ve since returned to civilian life, and I see too often that people are willing to trade away their individual freedoms without realizing what they have given up in the long run.

I founded Freedom Forge Press to help readers reflect on what it means to be free. Regardless of your political leanings, it seems that government has been encroaching on our freedoms for decades–and longer. Think about what freedom means to you. How do we carry the torch of freedom? Do we hold it high and let it shine brightly, or do we try to dim its eternal flame?

Humankind was meant to be free. That’s why I’m producing this anthology–to find people’s stories of freedom, their essays, their short stories, their cautionary tales, and showcase them for all to see. The anthology will include these stories and is already slated to showcase writers from an international arena. Our hope is that in sharing these stories, we will illuminate the ideals of freedom within the minds of our readers and ensure that the torch of freedom is able to shine ever brightly.

-Eric Egger

My Thoughts on the Anthology

The stories that have thus far been short-listed do embody the ideals of freedom. They transcend political parties and partisan politics, for they are stories of freedom–part of the human condition that can never be extinguished completely, even in the most oppressive situation. Even living in a despairing world, there is a flame that remains lit within the hearts of humans that burns with the desire to be free. Some of the stories celebrate freedoms that exist. Others pine for freedoms that have been lost or taken. But all speak to the common thread running through humankind. Freedom.

What You Can Do

The founder is paying start-up costs out of pocket. We are offering authors a small advance against royalties, but we’d like to offer more. We’d also like to promote the book as much as possible to gain exposure for our authors and share their stories of freedom. With these goals in mind, we have started a project at Kick Starter. Here you will find the opportunity to pre-order a book, be recognized on our website and in print, and even have yourself written into one of the stories! The money we raise for this project will go completely toward funding the project and paying the writers. Eric will not be paying himself for editing the anthology–only reimbursing himself for money spent out of pocket. Likewise, I will not be asking for payment as editor. We will stake our success on our share of the royalties–meaning we are dedicated to seeing this book succeed. It’s something we truly believe in promoting, and we believe it will be a quality product to share with the world.

Our Kick Starter project is only available for the next 40 days. Any amount you are able to give is greatly appreciated, and there are some great rewards for you in return–a copy of the anthology (paperback and hardcover), copies of my novels, manuscript critiques, and public recognition. Please take a look.

With sincere thanks,

Val Muller

I was invited to be part of this blog hop, so if you’ve ended up here by following the other blogs, I hope you’re enjoying your time. If this is your first stop, then you get to read about one of my works-in-progress. This is one I’m especially fond of, and I hope to create a trilogy from the idea. Be sure to check out the next few stops on this blog hop: the links follow the interview.

1. What is the working title of your book?
Feather.

2. Where did the idea come from for the book?
I usually base my ideas off of dreams. I think this one came from a daydream. While driving home from work, my brain goes onto “autopilot,” and the confluence of a few ideas caused a lightbulb to turn on. I was trying to figure out a way to write about the idea of freedom versus control we don’t even realize is being exerted over us—like the idea of bread and circuses. The novel is sort of sci-fi, though it’s mostly about humans and the human condition. Humans are given a choice between a life of (relative) luxury on another planet dominated by an extraterrestrial race, or a life of hardship on Earth where they are under no one’s control but their own.

3. What genre does your book fall under?
Young adult, though I hope adults would enjoy it as well.

4. Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?
For the main character, I’d actually choose Jennifer Lawrence. I didn’t picture her when I was reading The Hunger Games, but she has a certain quality I think would fit the role of the main character in my book, Abigail. Because her grandfather is a tough man reminiscent of the old West, I would choose Clint Eastwood. He has just the right amount of gruff rebelliousness that he fits the grandfather’s personality perfectly.

5. What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?
Left to die on barren Earth, humanity must decide whether to continue its existence in the freedom of a dying planet, or succumb to the rule of an extraterrestrial species in exchange for food, comfort, and entertainment.

6. Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?
I’m trying to go through an agent or a small press (my first three books have all been with small presses). I do not plan on self-publishing (but as my book is not finished yet, I haven’t yet shopped it out).

7. How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?
I’m still working on it—I wrote the first 50,000 words during two and a half weeks of the summer, but then summer ended, and I lost steam–especially after realizing this is probably going to become a trilogy. I am currently editing a completed manuscript before returning to Feather.

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8. What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?
A pinch of The Hunger Games, a pinch of any of the books about the Wild West, a pinch of sci-fi tales like Invasion of the Body Snatchers and V, the 1980s TV series. There are also elements of ancient Rome.

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9. Who or What inspired you to write this book?I wanted to write about the theme of freedom without being too cerebral. I thought: Wild West and aliens could be used to simplify the issues while creating an intriguing setting and characters.

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10. What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?
There’s a love triangle involving the main character. It’s a young adult book, so nothing racy, but intriguing enough to make you want to see what happens next.

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Kenna McKinnon, Author