Saturday, December 31, 2011

A Blue Moon review-



"McShane's fictional examination of one man's choice - whether to continue a life terrorizing others or to destroy himself - addresses issues of choice in the nonfictional world. Perhaps informed by his days working in a funeral parlor, McShane clearly understands the many emotions surrounding death and impending death. I don't want to put words in the author's mouth, but I must state that he has written a chillingly accurate account of the thought processes involved in such life-death choices as suicide (assisted and otherwise), abortion, and, yes, even murder.
It is this gift for depicting horrible thoughts with such realism that sets McShane apart from other authors in this genre. He has taken a common storyline - that of the werewolf - and added angles most authors are afraid to explore.
If you're looking for a story that will make you reflect on your own beliefs, and if you're not afraid of what you might find, then you will be delighted with Blue Moon. It will keep you thinking long after you've read the final words."

You can get Blue Moon in paperback or eBook.
http://www.amazon.com/Blue-Moon-first-hand-becoming-werewolf/dp/0595130046/ref=sr_1_4?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1325345576&sr=1-4

And coming soon as an eBook, the Blue Moon sequel, The Rise of the Son.

Thursday, December 29, 2011

What a day-

Yikes, what a day!  Today was one of those days when I really wanted to just throw in the towel and not give a crap about being so close to retirement.  Unfortunately it was because of a few random customers who were in a bad mood or just naturally crazy.  Either way, they spewed their bad vibes all over me and those vibes stuck like glue for the rest of the day.  I am about to have a glass (or three) of wine.  I decided to do my blog entry beforehand as to protect you from a lot of al aoiaisjnd ljlj hi!-that.

But you know, Steve and I are strong believers that everything happens for a reason.  And today, even though it was crap on Pol's head day, I came out on top.  As I fumed all the way home at lunch to let the baby out, I had an epiphany.  I suddenly realized that I have the sequel to Blue Moon that I have never published just sitting on the perpetual shelf collecting fairy dust.  I realized I could easily prepare it and release it as an eBook, which is exactly what I am going to do.  The book is called The Rise of the Son.  And no, that's not a typo, you have to read Blue Moon to see why Sun is spelled Son, and you can do that by clicking the following link.
http://www.amazon.com/Blue-Moon-first-hand-becoming-werewolf/dp/0595130046/ref=sr_1_4?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1325203853&sr=1-4

I've said that I am going to do whatever I can to get to Woodland Park sooner than my 03/2015 retirement date.  I hope to already be there by this time 2014!  The next year or two will be a whirlwind of writing, and publishing and marketing.  So hold onto your hats!

Now where's that damn glass?


Tuesday, December 27, 2011

A Christmas trip-

Well, Christmas is over.  The end of the year is just about upon  us.  I guess it's been an okay year.  We're still alive, still healthy, still have jobs, and still have each other.  But I am looking forward to 2012 like you wouldn't believe!

What's been going on with me for the past few days?  Well, since most of you who are reading this are my Face book friends or Twitter followers, you probably know what I've been up to.  I ended up going with Steve to Amarillo to visit his parents.  I'm glad I did, too.

Aside from being with Steve on Christmas, we had a nice drive up there (the drive back was a horrific traffic cluster fuck, so I won't even get into that).  Buster did really well on the drive.  It was his first long car ride and we were a little worried.  But he just lay in the back of the Jeep on his bed and didn't complain once.  And when we got to Steve's folks' house, he was the poster child for the world's most well-behaved dog.

On Christmas morning it started to snow.  It began before we woke up, so we had that moment when you look outside and the world has been turned into  a winter wonderland overnight.  I hadn't had that experience since I moved from New York over 30 years ago.
The snow continued to fall throughout the day and was absolutely beautiful.  It only solidified our yearning desire to move to Colorado and experience snowfall and an actual winter even more.  To get out of Austin once and for all.  We couldn't help but think that, if we were already living in Woodland Park, we would have been home five hours sooner than we actually ended up arriving, after the bumper to bumper to bumper traffic from Ft. Worth to Georgetown, which took 3 1/2 hours . . . but I digress to the horrific cluster fuck trip home.

Anyway, it was nice to get home and plop down on our own couch and flip the channel to our own TV (and not watch Fox News).  Home is always wonderful to return to after a long trip.  And as long as Steve and I and the Buster boy are arriving with each other and we're all safe and sound, it will always be good to be home again, no matter where it is at the moment.

Thursday, December 22, 2011

A real vacation-

I have spent the last few weeks going over Luthor and making edits and doing yet another polish.  As a writer, every time you read your work you see something that would read a bit better if a few words were changed or a sentence was moved from the beginning to the end of a paragraph.  Over the years I have done this countless times to Luthor.  But this is the last time and it feels great.  Now it will go to the editor next week and that will be that.  And now that my job is done (until I get it back from the editor), I can finally relax.

Tomorrow starts our Christmas vacation.  Originally Steve and I were not going to be able to spend the Christmas holiday together because he was going to Amarillo to see his parents and I was going to stay home with the baby.  But as it ends up, we're all going.  This will be Buster's first long car ride.  I think he'll be fine (Please don't get sick in Steve's new Jeep).

As for me, well, Amarillo isn't the most picturesque place in the world, but we'll be together and that's all that we really care about.  (Yes, we're sickeningly still in love like that.)  There may be a chance that it will snow in Amarillo around Christmas and it will be the first white Christmas I've had in about 30 years.

But it won't be the last!

In a few years (two if my plan goes as we hope) we will be moving to Woodland Park and living the life we've been dreaming of for a while, in the mountains of Coloroado!

I wish all of you the happiest of holidays!  And I hope all your Christmas wishes come true.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

My rock-

I realized that a lot of you (most of you) who are reading this now are not that familiar with who I am.  It has only been within the last month or so that I've started reinventing myself with a new sense of vigor.
 Since I'm about to start a brand new chapter in my life, with all of you along for the ride, it seems only fitting to give you a bit of back story of what really gives me strength.  Of course you could go back and scroll through the past entries-broken and scattered as they are-but since this is a new chapter-let's start new . . .

I won't bore you with my childhood (trust me, it's not worth repeating).  Let's just jump to the important part.  That would have started the day Steve walked into my life about twenty years ago.  There was an instant attraction between us, and a bond that seems to be made of some indestructible material.  We were best friends for a year and spent every day together.  Unable to fight it, we realized a couple was what we were destined to be.
In 2008 we were married on the 40th floor of a hotel in Canada, overlooking Niagara Falls.

Steve has been my number one fan (sorry for the Annie Wilkes sound off) throughout the years.  Through my ups and downs (the many there have been) he has never faltered.  As I mentioned a few days ago, he is the main reason I keep writing.  He is the spark that keeps me going.  To finally, one day, show him that he was right to have faith in me.  He was right to keep pushing me.  He was right.

Each time I take on a new project, write another book, another screenplay, whatever, I feel one step closer to reaching that goal Steve has always known I can reach.  And I feel it again now.  Stronger than ever. 
And if you are reading this blog, then you are going to be a part of it.  And I thank you.

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Full circle

It's strange, this life thing. 
In 1996, Steve got me a seven-week-old golden retriever puppy.  I had just finished my first novel and knew right away that I wanted to name my new puppy after the title character-Luthor.
For more than eight years Luthor brought us joy and filled our lives with so much happiness we couldn't believe.
Then things started to change . . .

In 2001, 9/11 happened.  In 2003, the war in Iraq began.  Then, shortly after, our lives changed forever when Luthor was diagnosed with cancer.  He went through Chemotherapy with no bad side effects and thought he would be just fine.  But that was not the case. 
Luthor began to do what they called "walk the walls".  He would need to lean against walls in order to walk straight.  We immediately took him to the doctor and they did a CAT scan.  We were called and told that the cancer was not gone, in fact, it had spread to Luthor's brain, and there was nothing they could do.  We never brought Luthor home that day.  We were with him when they put him to sleep, a month before his ninth birthday.

I have never in my life known such anguish.  We were both devestated.  My heart was broken.  I admit that there were times when I wasn't sure I wanted to go on, but I knew I had to because Steve needed me.

So go on I did.  And the years passed.  Then Buster came into our lives and taught us how to love and laugh again.

Now, in 2011, the war in Iraq has finally ended.  Last night the last of the U.S. troops left.  And at this time, our lives are about to change again because of that book I wrote so long ago.  That book that is Luthor's namesake. 

Our lives were never the same once Luthor came into it, and they would never be the same once he left.  But he is never far from our thoughts. 
I know he is with me as I embark on this new journey.  And I hope he gives me the strength he did as he walked by my side so long ago.

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Okay, let's try this again . . .

Yes, it's me again.  And yes, I have faltered from posting for months on end again.  But as the title of the blog states, it's the ups and downs of a writer.  You have days when you feel that your career is about to make a complete 180, and then it all slips right through your fingers. 
There have been so many times when I simply wanted to give the whole thing up, forget the writing, forgetting getting that big break.  But being a writer, I can't.  It's in my blood.  And, as I've mentioned in earlier posts, I need to be successful for Steve.

Okay, let's get caught up.

I've completed the first two installments of my young adult series.  (Sorry, I still won't say anything more about them in fear of having the idea stolen.)  I've sent out tons of letters to agents and publishers but I get the same response: "We love the idea, but it's simply not right for us at this time."  In other words, fuck off.  But I know that one day that one person will see the potential in the series and they will be rewarded with its success. 

So, in the meantime I have revamped my book Luthor.  It's a book I wrote about 17 years ago.  It's one that is near and dear to my heart.  (It's mentioned in the bio on my book Blue Moon that we named our first golden retriever after the title character.)  And during the last week or so, I have had an epiphany.  I am about to embark on something with Luthor that I'm hoping will start turning things around for me, and possibly open up new doors for my young adult series. 
That's the main reason I've started posting in this blog again-to take you along for the ride.

What else? Oh, the movie that was being done based on Blue Moon, well, after about six years of dealing with it, the producer has pretty much fucked me (and not in a good way).  Now, the movie has been changed so much, the title is Blood Moon and it is only "inspired" by my book.  And I don't get a dime.
That was one of the reasons I was on a down period. 

But I'm being proactive as of late and I know things are about to change.  I hope you'll stick with me, and I promise I'll stick with you.

Later-