Mondays are Hell: Demon Links From Outer Space

Hello, all you happy people,

Now, normally, you would be regaled with me writing about evil, desire, demons, hardships, nightmares, and general angst.  Oh, angst, why do you torment me so?

But no, not today, because my website has been hijacked by demons links.  I tried to exorcise them, but  I got grossed out by the pea-green soup.  I tried to contain them with my Ghostbusters “Proton Pack” but ended up melting the concrete floor of my garage.  I tried to ax murder the links, like in the movie Frailty but they turned all Bill Paxton on me, Hudson from Aliens, game over, man.  So I gave up.

I am on Ciara Knight’s website today, MY IMAGINATION WANTS TO KILL ME!

And I am on Jean Murray’s Author Open MIC website today, ANATOMY OF A FIRST PAGE – RED PURSES AND ROCKY MOUNTAIN ANGST.  She also interviewed me.

I swear, next week, more demon fun.

Heavenly Fridays: God Is a Hammer

God is a tool.  Um, that came out wrong.  Let me explain.

I had to give up on the great God debate. It was wearisome. Does God exist? Is God real? I had to come to the conclusion that I had to believe in God because I couldn’t live my days believing otherwise. I had to commit to a higher power or kill myself. Yeah, I know, dramatic, but this is my blog and this is my truth.

So I’m a lapsed atheist. The God idea is fundamental to who I am.

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s kind of like when someone asked Carl Jung if he thought God exists. Jung said, “I don’t believe! I know!”

To know! Fundamental!

But in the end, I’m not too interested in the actual existence of God. I mean, if God is unknowable, then there is no point in trying to figure it all out. Might as well not worry too much about it and go to more baseball games and smoke cigars and watch Buffy.

That’s one camp. The other camp would say that the only way to know the unknowable is to seek, and it is in the seeking that we find.

Dude, did I just get all zen for a minute?

Maybe. But it’s true.

My friend Susan Deax-Keirns would always tell me, “What we go seeking for, we go seeking with.”

The deep “God” parts of us know truth, meaning, divinity, and those parts wake up when we go on quests for universal truth and courage.

Did I just go all Church of Religious Science? Maybe, but it’s true.

So the God idea is just that, an idea, a tool, that we can use to ease our pain, to find meaning, to give us courage. Does the God idea have to be factual?

Is Harry Potter factual? I’m going to go out on a limb here and say no, Harry Potter is not a factual account of a child wizard. But how much joy, comfort, and solace have people felt reading the Harry Potter books? I know for me, I had just finished reading The Grapes of Wrath and The Making of the Atomic Bomb and I was feeling world weary—I needed a story to take me away and tell me the world is good. And the Harry Potter books did just that.

Darn, this post is prolly controversial. But I don’t want it be. If you believe God is factual, you are right. God is the ultimate fact, the ultimate reality. And if you believe God is a fairytale told to little children to get them to sleep at night, you are right, God is a story.

But if God is everything, God can be both, right? God is EVERYTHING and God is NOTHING.

I love the story about the first Sikh guru who went on a quest to Mecca and along the way, he stumbled into a little guest house at midnight completely exhausted. The Sikh Guru fell asleep with his feet pointing at Mecca. Well, the owner of the guest house was furious. “How can you dishonor Mecca with how you are sleeping?!?!” The Sikh Guru, still half-asleep, said, “Tell me where God isn’t, and I will point my feet there.”

I’m not pointing my feet at Mecca. Tell me what God is not, and I’ll write about that.

I Lose My Skin and Glow Indigo with Paranormal Romance Author Joanne Brothwell

I met Joanne Brothwell in person at the RT Book Lovers Conference and it was epic, epic I tell you! We rocked the bar, we rocked the dance floor, and she rocks the writing, rocks the writing right. And she’s from Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, Canada. Can you hear the wind blowing? I live in Colorado. The wind always blows, so you’ll have to let me know.

Joanne is a fellow Crescent Moon Press writer, and her book Stealing Breath just came out. Skinwalkers, love, and Indigo children. Here’s a quick synopsis:

 

Deep in the backwoods of North Dakota, twenty–one-year-old Sarah Ross is searching for a missing child when she is attacked by a glowing–eyed, transparent…creature. Sarah survives, destroying the monster by using mysterious abilities she didn’t even know she had.
Sarah meets the enigmatic Evan and the drama deepens into magic. Pure magic.

 

Joanne agreed to chat with me and it was wonderful! I generally only make writers suffer through 20 minutes of conversation, but with Joanne we went over.

Aaron: My first question: why set the story in North Dakota and not in Saskatchewan? The answer will shock you! Joanne, let us in on the shocking secret!

Joanne: Well, as a writer based in Canada, I wanted to have wider appeal than just Canadians. But to tap into the US market, I was told in no uncertain terms, that Americans do not like to read about anything but America *ducks*. I’m sorry, I can’t say whether that is true or not, but I also wasn’t about to challenge it and find out it was true the hard way. So I wrote about North Dakota, which I believe is the most similar, geographically, to Saskatchewan.

Aaron: So I’m always asking writers when they started writing. We have both extremes. Some started writing fifteen minutes ago, others were scribbling in the womb. With Joanne, her story was different. She started writing when she wrote her father’s memoirs. Joanne, how was that experience?

Joanne: It was both challenging and rewarding. In terms of challenge, I had to wade through hours and hours of audiotapes my father made for me and transcribe them. This was fun at first, listening to his fabulous stories of prairie life in the 50’s, but there were so many words and expressions he used that I was unfamiliar with, I was constantly having to rewind and listen over again.

In terms of the process being rewarding, I now have all of my father’s stories, forever captured in a book that will be enjoyed by me and my family for years to come.

Aaron: How was writing your father’s memoir similar to writing fiction?

Joanne: It was nothing like fiction. It could have been, if I’d attempted to find a theme, highlight a character arc, etc. But that wasn’t the goal. The memoir was transcribed nearly verbatim from his audiotape, because I simply wanted to ensure my father’s memories were preserved.

Aaron: I loved your story about the inspiration for Stealing Breath. Tell us how it all started! How did the Skinwalkers tie in with the Indigo children?

Joanne: One of my friends, an Indigenous Canadian, told me a story of a time she was on a road trip in the US. It was the middle of the night and she was growing too tired to continue driving, so she pulled her car over to the side of the road, somewhere in Arizona near the “four corners” (Arizona, Colorado, New Mexico and Utah). She planned to have a nap, but was startled awake when her car started rocking as if someone was jumping on her car, their mocking laughter outside sending shivers up her back. Quite abruptly it stopped, and when she spoke to some of her Navajo relatives later, they said these tricksters were Skinwalkers, people who practiced “Bad Medicine” and could perform astral-projection!

How does Skinwalkers tie in with Indigo Children? About four years ago I had this story idea of a spiritually-evolved human, based on the New Age concept of the “Indigo Child.” This person would be spiritually closer to God, with psychic abilities and a purple/blue aura. This concept came long before the Skinwalker story. But after the Skinwalker story, I began to think— if Skinwalkers can walk outside of their skin, can they walk inside the skin of another? If yes, can they steal the souls of their victims? If they can steal souls, wouldn’t they want a special purple/blue one that’s closer to God?

Aaron: Saskatoon has a population of around 272,000. Give or a take a hockey player. Saskatoon. That’s just fun to say. All of you people at home, say it out loud to yourselves. You’ll thank me. But Joanne, you didn’t grow up in Saskatoon, but in a small, rural town. Your novel also takes place in a small town. Are you afraid that someone from your burg will come out and say, “Hey Joanne, eh, I read your book. How come I’m not in it?” Or will you accidentally out someone? “The mean guy in the store has a facial scar, and Carl Masterson has the same scar. That Joanne is telling stories out of school.” Any danger of that happening?

Joanne: I have two words for you, Aaron: plausible deniability.
Just kidding! Without a doubt, the setting of the novel is based on my home town. Heck, I even admitted as much to the local newspaper! However, I don’t think anyone would say they see themselves in the book. If they did, it would certainly be news to me.

Aaron: Okay, Joanne, first time you were ever really critiqued – what was your reaction – what happened? Describe, in detail, the blood, sweat and tears.

Joanne: The first time was after I’d paid for a manuscript evaluation. I got it back in the mail and it took a long time to muster up the courage to open it. It was about four pages long, with approximately three sentences highlighting the manuscript strengths. The rest was solid criticism. Too much telling. Too many adjectives and adverbs, improper grammar, no story structure. The negatives went on and on.

I felt positively sick. I can honestly say, I’ve never felt so deflated and mortified in my entire life. It was a good thing the critique was done by someone anonymous, because I’m certain their Inbox would have been filled with hate mail.

I took a short break from writing after that, to decide whether I even wanted to continue. If it wasn’t for the fact that I had a 100,000 word manuscript already written, I may have quit. But I felt like I’d already invested too much time and energy to give it up. So I picked myself up, licked my wounds, and got right back on the saddle.

Aaron: Last question, so we have to make it a good one. Without giving anything away, what is your favorite moment in the book? The moment that sums up the emotional experience of writing the novel and spending three years working on it. March 8, 2009 to March 8, 2012. Hit me, baby, one more time.

Joanne: There is a seduction scene about a quarter of the way in that I’m very proud of, where Sarah and Evan are playing pool in the town bar. It’s a hot and steamy moment that showcases the wonderful euphoric feeling of intense infatuation. In real life, those moments cause a cascade of powerful brain chemicals, the highly addictive ones we all crave. After getting the characters all hot and bothered, I finish the scene off with a big bang. Literally!

That pretty much sums up Stealing Breath:

Infatuation + Supernatural = Flash/Bang.

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Thank you, Joanne! Your awesomeness transcends all international borders!