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Month: May 2015

Writing and Yoga

Yoga becomes art.

 

My good friend, Jennifer, is a yoga instructor, we’re both about the same age, and have a lot in common. She stopped me as I walked by her cube, and said, “I was just talking about you.”

“Oh yea?” I raised my eyebrows and smiled. “All good I hope.”

“I was remarking with Jean how much we admire you.” Her eyes were direct as always, unashamed to be sincere.

I tried to be the same, but blushed. “Thank you. Truly? But why?”

“We were talking how dedicated you are…getting up every day at five thirty to write, entering contests, and finally getting published.” She knows of my yoga journey. How when I started, my toes were so far away, I thought them another universe. Now I can put my hands flat to the floor, even after recovering from a herniated disc.

“What is harder, to do your first backbend in your forties or write a book?”

“Some would argue the latter.” She swiveled in her chair so as to turn and face me more.

“But it is the mindset. The idea of change, of growth that yoga brings that is so important. Yoga has taught me that all things are possible with practice, and belief, and incremental change; to try new things, whether watercolor painting, or replacing windows in my house, or writing. Our possibilities are unbounded. How can you know what you might be good at if you never attempt new things?”

She laughed. “So many people practice yoga for the exercise, or to relax, or for a myriad of other reasons. But you know? It doesn’t matter. Because eventually, if they stick with it, they will reap that benefit, whether they intend to or not.”

“So true.” I walked back to my cube, my day job, and dreamed of more possibilities.”

 

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Writers must write

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Oh my God. What have I gotten myself into?

I started writing a novel about three years ago for my own amusement. I didn’t want to be rich, well-known or famous. I just wanted to have a little fun in my mind’s eye; a challenge, if you will.

When I let my husband read what I was doing, he encouraged me to do more. What more? At one point in my life I had written several small things and sent away to editors in high hopes only to be dashed by hundreds of rejections. I remember thinking I would never go to that place again; slush pile hell. The place where all manuscripts go to die and egos get crushed into tiny bits of dust.
But, it would be nice to have someone besides a few friends to read my work. But how? I certainly didn’t know any writers. Contests. Hmmm… Sounds kind of fishy, doesn’t it? You pay some money and win? Big deal. That was how my thought process went. No insult intended. My mind runs with constant conspiracies.

I don’t know where or how I came across the RWA,(Romance Writers of America), contests online. Well that looked more interesting. Critical reviews that came as a result of entering the contest. Makes sense. I could get someone to read my work, and tell me if I was full of sh*t or if I might be a writer. Thus my thoughts ran. I really didn’t believe I had the right to call myself a writer. I still have a hard time with it. Even after being an Amazon bestseller.

I placed in two out of three of my first contests. Wow. Talk about validation. I did everything that the contest people recommended, ruined my writing, and stunk big time for almost a year. It didn’t really matter, though because I was having lots of fun and little by little figured out what happened to my voice.

By year three, I had three manuscripts that were pretty solid, and another on the way. On my summer vacation, I entered perhaps ten contests, with my two best works. One was a winner. It won the molly, the show me the spark, and was a finalist in three others.
Several editors asked for full manuscripts, but none more serious than Cindy Brannam with Soul Mate Publishing. She got back to me in less than two weeks and I had a contract.

I have to say, I was more frightened than ecstatic. I have a fulltime job. What do I know of marketing? Now my playing at writing was going to be real. Would it ruin everything? Would fun turn into work? What if no one liked it or bought it? Jeesh, and I didn’t know a tweet from post.

Fast forward to May 25th. My book has been on Amazon for almost three weeks. I did make the Best Seller lists for about two weeks, and its ranking is still in the top ten percent of all books. Not bad for a first book.
Do you know what the hardest thing is? To focus on book two. Not Facebook, Not twitter, Not Pinterest, Not Tumbler Not to a myriad of posting on blogs. To write. Because that is what I love to do. That’s how all this started. I’m not a rock star. I’m not a marketing genius. I am a writer.

And writers write.

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My Mind Grid Interview

Here is an excerpt from Adri’s interview:
FULL INTERVIEW HERE


First off, introduce yourself – Stella the person vs Stella the Author.

Stella is a pen name. Why? Because there was someone already writing romances under my legal name. I chose Stella because it’s so fun to say. Everyone goes Steeellllaaaa, the first time they hear it. I always laugh. Marie is my middle name. Alden is interesting. I am descended from the Pilgrims.

John Alden was a cooper; someone who repaired the barrels. Good for Priscilla for choosing the man who could make her a house as opposed to the leader, Miles Standish, the man with a gun. I’d like to think I’d be that smart.
I was born in Vermont, a small state in New England just south of Canada into a family that still doesn’t get me. I am all about the highs and lows of life. I love the ocean and painting with watercolors. For a while, I flirted with being a professional musician. I had a career in the eighties repairing recording studio electronics. Now that is a story for another day. I sing, I Zumba, I yoga, and I love life to its fullest. I believe, as Stephen Covey did, that one should live life in crescendo.

I have a day job as a software architect which feeds the other side of the brain. In case you haven’t noticed, I hate being bored.
I must mention, too, I have two grown daughters, one lives in Rome, the other in Brooklyn who come from opposite sides of the spectrum. We talk often and share our ambitions as if the same age.

2. Now, tell me about your writing Stella.

I’ve only been writing for about three years. When I was a kid, I worked in the local public library. Often, when I was supposed to be straightening shelves, I read. When I found the fairy tales in their original version, I was shocked. They’re perfectly gruesome. Do you know that one of Cinderella’s sisters cut off a toe, the other a heel to fit into the slipper? They were found out because there was blood left on the road. There can be a gory road to a happily-ever-after and maybe we need that.
This is the strangest thing about why I started to write. I was looking at my credit card bill for Amazon and shocked to see it had gone close to two hundred dollars when I was trying to be frugal. I vowed I would spend less and then my heart sank. What would I do? I figured in the morning I could spend less, if I started writing my own romance instead of reading. I kid you not. So now I write every day from 5:30AM until I need to leave for work around 8:00AM.

3. About your book “How to train your Knight” – how on earth did you come up with that?
Oh my God. Do you know its original title was “Dyed in the Wool?” hahhahah. Gah. What was I thinking?
But as for the genre? I remember thinking, after reading a particularly insipid whiney romance, that I would like to read a book where the concept of “romantic love” was not so fully ingrained into the human culture. That was the spark, the rest came from that. My thought process always starts with a “what-if.”
What if that key I found was to a safety deposit box? What if some people were hiding in society with just a little magic? What if a woman wrote an intelligence program far beyond what is known today?

4. What are you working on now? Can we expect more? When?

I am about two-thirds done with book two. Not sure of the title, but in it, Sir Thomas comes back from his travels as a merchant to find out he has a son, and some land near the border of Scotland. The giggling girl he fell in love with, has grown up, and her heart was broken when he left. It will take some doing to win her back. I’m working to have this book done in six months. There. I said it. I’ve set a goal.

5. Do you have a ritual, or a strange habit before, after while you write?

Hahahah. Lemme think.

My brain is most creative first thing in the morning. So I’m oft times writing in my pajamas with a cup of coffee. I write until I’m almost late for work. So snack food is usually oatmeal while my cats whine to lick the bowl.
I write at what used to be the dining room table. My husband usually sits kitty-corner, studying online to be a holistic nutritionist. He gets the groceries so my days of chips and cookies are long gone. I love fresh berries, though. We eat paleo, but I have been known to sneak out for warm bread, like a crack addict.

6. Now, I verbally kidnapped you for a few minutes and you mentioned your hubby helping you out with your editing & you have an editor on hand too – does hubby write too?

Hee hee. I am published by Soul Mate Publishing, a small but growing house, and Cindy Brannam is my editor there. She pushed me through a lot of the new-writer issues and I am so in her debt. The funniest was how many times I address people by their given name in conversation.

“I say, Thomas, what goes?”
“It is naught, Marcus”
Get it? Oh my God. There were hundreds of instances. I actually rolled on the floor, laughing, as I began to mock myself.
Now my husband-editor knows me best and fixes my quirky misspeaks and plot holes. He started out by editing a king-fu scene in my first book, (contempory, not yet published.) and then it went on from there. He is not a writer, but his brilliant ADD brain catches the smallest of dots and quotes missing.
The sex scenes, which might be embarrassing to some, or perhaps kindle a need in others, we treat like other scenes. For us, having been married so long, in a healthy relationship, sex is just another way that couples communicate. That’s why I don’t skip those scenes and put them behind closed doors. How people make love is important to see, because it shows the growth of the relationship. I don’t equate gentle love making with porn.


I would love to know how we can stalk – I mean, uhm, follow you – so could you please provide as many or as few social media contact links as you wish?

BUY
Facebook
Twitter: @stellamariealde
Goodreads

————******* Please add in ANYTHING you think is relevant [education etc,] or simply ignore questions you do not wish to answer. Write this out as little or as long as you wish… We’re easy going!!

Thank you again for taking part in this, and for sharing your time! I really appreciate it!

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Interview with Stella Marie Alden

Hi, Stella. Tell us a little about yourself.
Uh, hi. This is awkward. I mean everyone knows I am interviewing myself, right?

No, they didn’t… but now they do.
Okay. My bad. What now?

Try starting with where you were born.
Let me think. I was born in a small city in Vermont where most the people I ran into thought the world was like those airport mugs? There is a HUGE picture of the city you are in, and then the rest of the globe is tiny. Now I live about an hour outside of New York City where people pretend it is like where I grew up. We have a little downtown with an old movie theater, a historical-looking train stop, and fancy shops.

What do you like to do?
When I am not working or writing or marketing or working on my house or mowing the lawn, I like to work out with Zumba and Yoga.

Heh. I guess you keep busy. Do you have any children? Pets?
My two daughters are grown. One in Rome. One in New York City. They still call me Mommy when their heart gets broken… or they need a little monetary help. I got two cats that think they own the place.

You mentioned a day job.
Yes, I am a senior principal software architect.

Whoaa…. sounds impressive.
I guess. I started out writing code, now I do more of the design and technical management of multi-million dollar projects. It’s always challenging and changing, which is what I like best. I don’t like to be bored.

Great. At what age did you realize your fascination with books?
I could say I grew up in the local library. My mother read to us every night and went to the library every weekend with us. I worked there from age twelve until sixteen. I still dream of that place fondly. It was an old courthouse. It even had jail cells in the basement.

So tell us a little about your Medieval Novel.
It’s about a woman, Ann of the Meadows, born in an era right before the plague hit Europe during the time of a mini-Renaissance. At thirteen, Ann’s father sold everything, abandoned his estates, and headed for the Holy Wars. Her mother, so full of grief, was unable to run the estates. However, Ann has a brilliant, forward-thinking mind, and turns the land into a wealthy town. Eventually the king finds out there’s no male running the land and sends our heroine a husband, his good friend, The Beast of Thornhill; a renowned warrior, but a gentle man under the surface. She wants nothing to do with a husband, and he’d prefer a dutiful wife. She has a lot of secrets which, if found out, could be deadly.

I like writing about strong heroines who overcome adversity. When my readers finish reading my books, I want them to sigh, put it down, and think, “I could be like that.”

What is it like? When you write?
It’s like when I was young, and used to have all these pretend friends, and we would play cowboys. We never killed anyone. Just rounded ‘em up for the sheriff to put into jail. I can remember elaborate scenes that went on for days.

How long to did it take you to write?
Gosh. I write for about two hours a day and have finished four books in three years. I don’t have a calculator handy…Can I add something else?

Sure.
I really appreciate everyone who has gone out and bought my book. To do any art, and not have it appreciated, can be disheartening. To have it hit the Amazon best seller list is a dream come true and make me want to finish the next in the series. Thanks for stopping by.

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STELLA: WINNING RWA AWARDS

Hi

YUP, that’s me. (btw? I tiled that fireplace, all by myself)

How do you get published by Soul Mate Publishing without ever sending them a query or attending a conference? Go out there and enter #RWA contests, and listen to the honest feedback, edit, and enter again and again until you win. Make sure you have several genres written and enter them all. Maybe one book is more appealing than another?

I’m going to boast for a moment, although my mother always taught me it wasn’t nice so I’ll be brief:

  •      Won the coveted ‘The Molly’ Contest
  •      Won the ‘Show me the Spark’, too!
  •     Came in second for RWA’s Heart2Heart contest
  •    Third place in the “Melody of Love Contest
  •     Finalist in Joyce Henderson contest.
  •     Finalist in 2013’s Golden Acorn contest

Thanks for stopping by. I don’t release until May 6th but you’re more than welcome to preorder. Then the book just magically shows up in your kindle, ready when you finish what you’re reading now.

Year of our Lord 1276

“By God, drag her down here! Naked if you must! Bread and water from now to eternity if you can’t!” Sir Marcus Blackwell slammed his fist on the well-worn table and the sound echoed back from every direction. Of all the bad luck. Forced into marriage with a foul-mouthed, murderous widow.

He clenched his teeth when the next bout of high-pitched screams and curses exploded from the floor above. Crashes, clanging, and banging followed. He cringed as the Lady Ann’s strident screaming rang throughout the stone manor and probably into the courtyard.

“He can’t steal my lands this easily. He’ll live just long enough to rue this day. I shall never, ever, turn my people over to a blood-thirsty, gold-grabbing beast. I’d rather be cursed to hell. Nay, verily, I’d rather marry the devil himself than see myself married to him.”

Beast? He’d strangle the minstrel who’d taken his sword’s moniker and baptized him with it instead. He was a holy crusader, deserving of respect, not an animal.

Crossing himself while counting to ten, he paced the dark hall lit by a single weak torch. Shadows danced across dark tapestries, beyond a hearth the size of two horses, and over enough tables to feed a small army. Thatch crunched under his boots, releasing a perfume of lavender and grasses. He stopped for a respite of blessed silence. What in God’s creation have I stepped into?

When the mayhem started up again, it was from his first-in-command, Thomas D’Agostine. “The devil take it, watch out. A knife!” A dagger fell upon stone with a metallic clatter.

 

 

 

 

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