Launch Day – Non-fiction Writing Book

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My new non-fiction book on building worlds for writers is now available in both print and ebook format. It’s only fifty pages – but those fifty pages are packed with information on how to build your own worlds when writing fiction. Each section steps you through questions that, when answered, will give you a world beyond imagination. You can get it at Amazon. For only six bucks, it’s a bargain. 🙂  Amazon Kindle  Amazon paperback

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February 4

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In case you haven’t seen them, check out the daily writing tips, teasers, and thoughts on the “15 minutes to write page”. Here’s the one for today:

Tip: Quote marks—use doubles to offset dialogue or words or phrases you want to emphasize. Singles are used only within doubles.

Thought: “Writing is a series of permissions you give yourself to be expressive in certain ways. To invent. To leap. To fly. To fall.” – Susan Sontag

Teaser: Your house seems to be haunted. Who is haunting you and why?

Launch Day – Paranormal Romance

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My latest novella from Liquid Silver Publishing arrived today! It’s a sweet contemporary paranormal with shapeshifters and witches.

Lion’s Choice ($4.99) From Liquid Silver Publishing

Stefan Wyemore needs a strong alpha mate, but he hasn’t found the right one yet. Then Dr. Malena Troutman literally runs into him and he and his beast know that she is the one. The problem is convincing her.

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How do I learn to write?

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I received an email from a young man the other day, asking me for help in learning to write. He got my name from the local bookstore where some of my books happen to be on sale – and where I used to work so the owners know me well. His question – how do I learn to write?

I’ve had this question from others as well over the years. What I have discovered is that this is not the question most of them want to ask. Anyone can write. Pick up a pencil and a piece of paper and write. That’s all there is to it.

What they really want to know is… How do I get published?

Ah, that’s an entirely different question. And a much harder one to answer. First, you have to know what you want to write. Do you want to write fiction (made-up stories)? Non-fiction (facts)? Poetry? Memoirs? Something else? Once you’ve figured out *what* you want to write, then you can learn *how* to write. Actually, you need to know how for all of these, but each one requires a different skill set. For all of them, though, you need to know words – spelling and meaning. You need to know basic grammar (punctuation, nouns, verbs, etc.). And you need time. A lot of it. Because writing isn’t just putting down words. It’s rewriting. It’s research. It’s having what you write make sense, not just to you, but to anyone who reads it. It’s frustration and hard work. And it’s also amazing when you get that one reader who “gets” you and what you’re trying to say.

How do you get published? You write the best book you possibly can. And you get it edited by someone who knows what they’re doing. And you rewrite and revise and polish. If you want to go the traditional route, you submit it to appropriate publishers. If you’re self-publishing, you get it edited and formatted and get cover art done and post it. And you promote. A lot. And you grow a thick skin.

What do I mean by the last? You’re going to get rejected. A lot. Or get bad reviews. Or no sales. And it hurts. A lot. But the way to make it in this profession? Use each of these negatives to learn more about the craft and keep writing. Keep submitting. Keep working at it. Turn the negatives into a positive. Someone didn’t like your characters? Learn about creating better characters. Said you had too many mistakes? Learn spelling/grammar or get a good editor. Said you goofed on facts? Do more research. Use these to get better at what you do. It doesn’t mean it’s going to hurt any less, but eventually, you’ll start getting better reviews and contracts. And that’s when the years – yes, years – of hard work will pay off.

Good luck!

And Happy New Year!

Super Release Day! Christmas in Kissinger!

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I know, I know, Thanksgiving comes first and I hate to push the Big Turkey aside but my very special Christmas novel is out today and I couldn’t be happier! Christmas in Kissinger says goodbye to the people in my series Kissinger Kisses with a big, glorious THE END and happy trails to all. We wave farewell to Claudia and Nate, Chelsea and Jack, Zoe and Dex with a compilation of stories about their friends falling in luuuuurve. I hope you will love reading this as much as I loved writing it!

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I absolutely adore this cover, by the way 🙂

Kissinger Kisses, Book Four

Absolutely No Returns or Exchanges
Years ago Jocelyn Moreland fled to Kissinger with a broken heart. When she’s asked to choreograph a surprise dance for an upcoming wedding, she has no idea it will lead to Sam Locke turning her life upside down.

Designs on a Dame
Logan West’s had his eye on Adele Dame but fears it’ll cause issues if he pursues her. When they catch the garter and the bouquet, respectively, at a wedding, he starts reconsidering. Now if he could only find the right time to ask her out.

Maybe This Time
A set of unfortunate events led to Mason Nottingham missing the “Christmas” he’d hoped would get his life back on track. He wants to see his son and have another chance with his ex, Paige Barton, but he’s messed up a lot. First, he has to convince her to at least give him a chance to start making amends.

http://catalog.thewildrosepress.com/all-titles/4657-christmas-in-kissinger.html

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01M14LIQW?tag=thewildrosepr-20

Cover Reveal: J.C. McKenzie!

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“Two months ago my world collapsed and the beast reigned.

Seven weeks ago the SRD captured me.

Nine days ago, they injected me with something vile.

Today, I break free.

And tomorrow?

I’ll make them pay.”

Badass Shifter Andy McNeilly wakes up from a horrible nightmare, only to discover it wasn’t a dream, and she’s no longer quite so badass. Chemically curbed, Andy has lost touch with her feras and beast when she needs them most. Can she regain control of her supernatural abilities in time to reap retribution from her enemies, or will she fall as fodder in a power play for control of Vancouver’s seedy underworld?

Excerpt:

No feras. No beast. Whatever they shot me with blocked my communication with the animals. Did it prevent shifting as well? I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to call a form and change. Only a headache answered. Dread flittered across my skin. Was this permanent?

As the Carus, the genetic throwback to the first demi-god progeny of the beast goddess, I caged a beast with rage and power rivaled by few, and possessed more than one animal familiar to shift into.

At least, I did until the SRD shot me full of chemicals. Would I ever regain my abilities? Hear the indignant screech of the peregrine falcon? Or the lusty purr of the mountain lion? Or soulful howl of the wolf?

My heart hammered, punching bone. A buzzing sensation filled my head. The “wrongness” of my condition grated against my nerves, slicing them into slivers like a planer shucking off wood shavings.

Something in my abdomen swelled, as if the beast pushed against whatever barrier caged and hid her from me.

I’ll get you out, I told her, not knowing if she could hear. We’ll make them pay.

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headshot1About the Author:

Born and raised on the Haida Gwaii, off the West Coast of Canada, J.C. McKenzie grew up in a pristine wilderness that inspired her to dream. She writes Urban Fantasy and Paranormal Romance.

Contact Information:

Website: www.jcmckenzie.ca

Blog: www.jcmckenzie.blogspot.ca

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Super Release Day! Desperately Seeking Salvage!

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Oh man, I am over the moon excited! Today is super release day for the first novella in my new Adventures in Ghostsitting Series! You’re going to laugh, you might be a little scared and I hope you are highly entertained by my girl Mel Hargrove who owns a junkyard that’s just a little more than a collection of trash…

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Mel Hargrove, eighties enthusiast, is the protector of much more than random cars and broken washing machines. Each piece in her precious junkyard has a ghost attached to it. No one in Frysville is aware of the secret that’s just down the road from them, and she wants to keep it that way. But when she finds naked statues of aging townspeople in the main square, she must figure out if someone, or something, is missing from her junkyard and out causing havoc. With a host of ghosts behind her and her new boyfriend beside her, Mel is ready to take on almost anything. Almost being the operative word…

http://catalog.thewildrosepress.com/all-titles/4604-desperately-seeking-salvage.html?search_query=Desperately+seeking+salvage&results=1

Excerpt:

The book popped open to lie flat on her desk and fluttered its pages for about two minutes, going back and forth through sections and times. It landed on nothing.

“I can’t believe we don’t have a single statue maker here.” She shoved the glasses back up on her nose.

“What about someone who works, or worked, with marble?” Becker offered.

“Why not?” Mel glanced back and gave him a smile. “Okay. I’m looking for someone who is capable of chiseling marble.”

More fluttering, more shuffling back and forth fast enough to send a light breeze tousling her frosted hair. She played with the jelly bracelet on her wrist while she waited for the thing to settle down.

The book halted suddenly, the air stilling as she looked down at the name highlighted in red. “Jameson McElroy Cleverton.”

Well, she knew where he was because she’d rented him out in his shaving kit to Mrs. Paisley to clear her house of negative energy brought on by her family fighting during a family reunion last week. “Next.”

More flapping followed by a slowing down, and one page at a time slid across each other. Another name was highlighted in red. “Casey Deavers.”

Casey in his sea-glass bubble was on a trip to the Martins’ house to dust the knickknacks standing on the shelf that no one wanted to use a ladder for, ten feet above the floor. “Next.”

One page slid slowly to the right but settled back down before it fully flipped.

She tried to move it herself, and it was as if it had been welded to the other pages. Grabbing a letter opener from her Gem and the Holograms cup, she tried to wedge it in between the pages, but the bugger wasn’t budging.

She slapped both hands on the desk, stared hard at the book, and said, “Show me the next.”

The page rippled like water in a pond after a rock had been thrown, but it didn’t flip.

“What’s going on?” Becker asked.

She shook her head at him, not wanting to break her concentration. “Show me the next,” she said louder and with more force.

The page wrinkled and crinkled and twisted and squirmed but didn’t actually turn.

“Now!” she yelled like a drill sergeant.

The page surged against the rest of the book, humping up enough for Mel to get her fingers in under it. She would see this freaking page if she had to tear the damn thing out.

It flipped, the rest of the pages turned on top of it, and the back of the book slammed down on her hand, pinning it so tightly her fingers began to ache.

“What the hell?” Becker stepped back.

“Get me the phone, please,” she said trying to pull her hand out of the book. It was futile. The book just compressed harder. Her circulation was being cut off.

“What is going on?” he asked while handing her the phone.

“Can you hit the speed dial five?”

He did that, too, but one eyebrow kicked up, which wasn’t surprising since her hand was caged in a book that looked like it was trying to eat her.

“I promise to answer all your questions in just a minute.”

The other eyebrow joined the first, high on his forehead.

The phone rang in her ear. Mercifully Serena picked up on the second ring. “What’s up, chickie?”

“I’m stuck in my book. What do I do?”

Serena whistled through the phone, a long sound of disbelief. “Did you piss it off?”

“Maybe.”

“What happened?”

“Do we have to go through all this? I need to get my hand out of the book before my fingers fall off. The book is clamped down around me and won’t let go.”

“Tell it you withdraw the question.”

But she didn’t want to withdraw the question. Whatever was in red on that page was probably the exact name she needed. Without it she had no way of knowing who to go after or what they were attached to. She’d be at a dead end.

On the other hand, well, she’d still have her hand.