Book Covers

Wow.  Words have been pouring out of me the past couple of days, but even a good run of writing needs a break from time to time.  So, I started playing on Photoshop and mocked up a few book covers for my eBooks.  I’m working on three.  Actually, one book – Wake of Darkness – is being pimped out to agents at the moment, but if I don’t snag one soon based on the book’s genre (vampires, which are a little tired in the marketplace, I’ll admit), I’m going to self publish it. 

So I thought I’d share the covers, because why not?  The final products may look nothing like these, but this is a fun way to envision them.  Enjoy!!

The first is for my Transmissions from Dating Land book.  I’m pushing this one out first – I’m aiming for mid-October, although that may be pushing my luck.  Stay tuned for more info on this one:

 

Here’s the one I drew up for Wake of Darkness:

 

And finally, the cover for The Map of Us.  Lisa – this is the retitled and under revise manuscript that you read for me quite a while ago.  New name, new focus and all that. :)

Stay tuned on info regarding the release of these three books, as well as others from my new micro-pub (I like that better than “indie publishing”).

Arrgh!! International Talk Like a Pirate Day Comes into Port

Avast ye scalywags!  It be International Talk Like a Pirate Day, and since I took it upon me-self to post as a pirate this time last year, I reckon I better be doin’ the same this year.

It seems me voice has up and marooned me in the land o’ the livin’ with n’er an indication of its return.  But I be on the lookout for its return, me hearties.  In the meantime, here be a fun clip of the wiley Cap’n Jack Sparrow, because it can’t be International Talk Like a Pirate Day without a little of the cap’n.

(Totally watched this last night and almost fell out!!!  I love Johnny Depp)

Well, mateys, I would like to be postin’ more today, but it seems that along with me voice, me energy has also bid me “fair winds.”  Take a gander at last year’s post for many more pirate shenanigans that just don’t be gettin’ old.  Yo ho ho to ye mateys!!

The false male archetype: possession and protection in YA fiction

So, I seem to come across a reoccurring theme in the literary world: the possessive teenage boyfriend.  This frustrates me, because it’s confusing for young girls (and women.  I mean, who are we kidding?).  Already, girls go through elementary school learning that if a boy likes them, then they’re mean to them.  This sets us up for romantic failure early in life, and in my opinion, is why girls go for the “bad boy,” end up with jerks and douchebags.  It’s all part of the conditioning we receive from childhood and it takes a good amount of maturity – and a fair amount of bad experiences – to figure out that our way of thinking is wrong.

But back to the literary world: the possessive boyfriend is not an archetype we need to embrace.  We all know that men are naturally protective; they’re the hunters, the warriors.  No, I’m not stereotyping, it’s just the way God made men.  Women are naturally more emotional; they’re sensitive, the caregivers.  Again, not a stereotype, or a jab at neo-feminism or anything like that.  It’s just the way God made us women.  All of that being said, the natural protective nature that many men possess should not be confused with unhealthy possessive behavior.  Yet, in all of the YA books I’ve read lately, the hot, sexy, romantic, passionate main male character is also a possessive freak.

Sure, a lot of times, he learns his lesson, but not after seriously doubting the lead female in her abilities to take care of herself, to think for herself, and to be her own woman.  I won’t even go into what all of this doubting and double-guessing the female lead’s decisions does subliminally to readers – that’s for another post.  This post is all about the fact that protective does not equal possessive.  Can I get an “Amen”?

Exhibit A:

“His forehead bumped softly against mine, his brilliant silver gaze searing into me. ‘I plan to keep you, from everyone, for as long as I’m alive.  That includes Puck, the false king, and anyone else who would take you away.’  One corner of his mouth quirked, as I struggled to catch my breath under his powerful scrutiny. ‘I guess I should’ve warned you that I have a slight possessive streak.’” (The Iron Queen, by Julie Kagawa)

They start making out afterwards.  What’s wrong with this scene?  EVERYTHING It teaches girls that if a guy loves you – and in this case is willing to die for you – then he’s going to be possessive, and “keep you, from everyone.”  NO!!  This is not love: this is possession and obsession.  It’s unhealthy.  Because in the real world, teens aren’t up against a false Iron king.  They’re not battling the Voluturi.  Lives are NOT on the line, yet when girls read fantasy novels, they start to think that real romance is like this – a life and death, soul-possessing passion.  It’s not.

Exhibit B:

“As I drove home, I wasn’t paying much attention to the road that shimmered wetly in the sun.  I was thinking about the flood of information Jacob had shared with me, trying to sort it out, to force it all to make sense.  Despite the overload, I felt lighter.  Seeing Jacob smile, having all the secrets thrashed out…it didn’t make things perfect, but it made them better.  I was right to have gone. Jacob needed me.  And obviously, I thought as I squinted into the glare, there was no danger.

“It came out of nowhere.  One minute there was nothing but bright highway in my rearview mirror.  The next minute, the sun was glinting off a silver Volvo right on my tail.

“‘Aw, crap,’ I whimpered.

“I considered pulling over.  But I was too much of a coward to face him right away.  I’d been counting on some prep time…and having Charlie nearby as a buffer.  At least that would force him to keep his voice down.

“The Volvo followed inches behind me.  I kept my eyes on the road ahead.

“Chicken through and through, I drove straight to Angela’s without once meeting the gaze I could feel burning a hole in my mirror.”

After Bella’s little car chase scene, she runs up the steps to Angela’s door was soon as Edward Cullen is out of sight.  She hears another car around the corner: “the sound didn’t scare me…[it was] nothing like the purr of the Volvo.” (Eclipse, by Stephenie Meyer).

I hate this part of the series (and don’t get me wrong, the books by Kagawa and Meyers are great, and I’m a fan.  What I’m not a fan of are the possessive guys in both sagas.)

Why do I bring up these two examples?  Because I know that many young readers hit this site, based on the keywords they search, so The Iron Fey and Twilight seem like effective examples.  Girls…no, I’ll amend that to LADIES, because even if you are young, you’re still a lady.  Ladies, your boyfriend should never scare you.  You should never be kept from friends, family, or pursuits by a guy you’re dating.  You should never be scared that he’s going to find out you were hanging out with a friend of yours that he may not like.  You should always be able to have a relationship with a guy that doesn’t include fear and a possessive attitude.

Some guys will want to protect you.  If someone’s saying something about you at school, a good boyfriend will have your back.  Likewise, if you’re a little older and you’re in a restaurant or bar and some guy is harassing you, a good boyfriend will make sure you’re okay, be willing to take care of the situation, but be even more willing to let you take care of it.

Despite what the literary world is telling you ladies, possessive behavior is not the same as protective, healthy behavior.  Can I get an “amen?”  No one owns you.  Don’t let some guy you’re dating act like he does.  And another word of advice, ladies: don’t act like you own him.  You don’t.

If any of you have come across a great YA book/series that features a sexy, yummilicious male lead who is NOT possessive, please, please tell me in a comment below.  I’m sure there are some great male leads out there who don’t border on abusive behavior, and I’d love to read some of these guys.

Confession Time

Okay folks.  Prepare yourselves. Gird your loins. Rope your cattle.  Er…okay, maybe not the last one, or maybe it’s the perfect analogy for the preparedness that must ensue before I drop this a-bomb on you.  Seriously people.  This is seriously serious confession time stuff. 

Seriously.

Are you ready for this?  No, you’re not, you just think you are, but it doesn’t really matter, because you’re just going to have to grin and bear it.  Here’s my confession:

I’m starting to like country music.

((((crash))))

(((crickets chirping)))

(((hides face in shame)))  I KNOW!!!!  ME!  Country music!!  ME!  Sworn enemy of all things country music.  I blame a particular person, by the way.  It’s totally his fault.  I mean, if I’m gonna be stuck in a car listening to it for an hour or so, I find that it’s easier to adopt an “if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em” mentality.  But I didn’t mean to actually start liking it!!!!

Wouldn’t you know it’d backfire on me?  That I’d actually start to like it?  That I’d actually prefer the country music stations here in the Big D to other stations on the air?! 

Gah!! Dear gods of music, what has HAPPENED to me?!

As if you need more tangible proof of the change that has been affected in my musical preference, here’s an example.  This one has actually become one of my favorites.  The first couple of times I heard it, it struck me as being a little awkward with the white boy rapping stuck in, but it’s totally grown on me:

Good grief, I’m a fallen woman.  I understand if you wish to disown me as a friend, but consider this your warning: if you get a ride from me somewhere, you’re listening to this in my car. 

Okay, peel your jaw up off the floor and get on with your life.  Really, this isn’t that big of a deal…