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Thursday, July 12, 2012

Tragic Comic-Con Accident: How You Can Help

On Tuesday, a very special lady was killed in an accident at Comic-Con. Her name was Gisela, and she'd made the trek to Los Angeles with friends to attend the Breaking Dawn panel at Comic-Con.

Gisela was a big fan of Twilight, and members of the Twilight fandom are putting together a memorial fund for her. All proceeds of the fund will go to her family to help pay funeral and other expenses stemming from this tragic accident.

I didn't know Gisela, but one of the girls who attended with her, Lillian, has been an absolute sweetheart to me for a very long time. She's been one of my most avid supporters, and we've talked often over the last couple of years, sometimes about the more serious things in life, sometimes about the funnier parts. Lillian has always made me smile, and my heart goes out to her. I cannot even imagine losing a friend like Gisela.

I will be donating the official prologue to Fade for inclusion in a compilation of stories being put together in her honor, and I would like to encourage all of you to get involved, too.

You can make a contribution to the memorial fund here, or sign up to donate a short story (or chapter) to the anthology being put together for participants here. Submissions are due on August 3, 2012. If you would like a copy of the story compilation, forward a copy of your donation receipt to Fandom4TwiFanG@gmail.com on or before August 3, 2012.

xoxo,
A.K.M.

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Buccaneer Blogfest: Stand up to live. Sit down to write.

Banner by Cody Underwood

Several years ago, I participated in a scholarship competition hosted by ProgressiveU.org which required participants to blog on social justice issues throughout the course of the competition. Until that point, I'd kind of figured I had nothing to say that anyone would particularly want to read. The competition quickly showed me the error of my thinking. By the end, I was lucky enough to have consistently high-rated entries that received thousands of hits and sparked numerous discussions on issues ranging from politics to religion to education to writing and everything in between.

Eventually, I joined ProgressiveU as a staff member, and later as a member of the board. During my time there, I watched so many young people come to the competition with the belief that nothing they said would really make a difference for anyone, and leave with the realization that people not only wanted to hear what they had to say, but that what they had to say could make a difference. Some of those individuals have gone on to do great things. One now writes for Scientific American, another has found his niche in research into evolution, others found the courage to come out to their friends or parents, to pursue their dreams, or to channel their passion for writing or social justice issues into fulfilling careers.

While I don't think we can solely credit blogging for these successes, I do know that blogging helped instill confidence in these students, in myself, and in thousands of others just like us. My experience taught me that words have power, and that taking the chance and saying something, no matter if it will be well received or not, is infinitely better than remaining silent.

Time constraints don't allow me to do much with ProgressiveU anymore, but I still firmly believe that blogging can be a powerful tool whether you're a writer, a professional, or a college kid with no clue where to begin. That's not only why I blog, but why I write. I may not always have a lot to say, but having the platform to say those important things when they do come up matters to me. So is having the ability to educate others on topics that are important to me.

Writing Fade, for instance, has given me the opportunity to learn more about the plight of gray wolves in the United States, and to share that information with others. Writing Empty Panes gave me the opportunity to connect with people suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, and to educate others on the reality of the condition. Rapture allowed me to share what I know about drug trafficking and the serious consequences drug abuse can have not only on addicts, but on the people around them.

I can't promise that anything I say on any given subject will make a difference, but I can promise that having a voice and not using it does no good for anyone. And I can promise that, even if you never hear a word from the people reading your work, it has touched someone out there in some way, and they do value that experience.

So I guess you can say my goal here is to share what I've learned in the hopes that it will give someone else the courage to do the same whether they're writers, readers, parents, or the college kid sitting in the back row. I also want to share my writing journey in the hopes that someone out there will find the courage to stop making excuses, take that first step, and write!

Life will always be busy. There will always be a million things standing in the way of your goals if you let them. So don't. Ignore that little voice whispering that you don't have time to do this or do that, and stand up to live. Once you're done, sit down, and write! What you have to offer the world is more important than you think it is, and so are you. 

Lofty goals for a blog, perhaps, but what can I say? I'm an idealist, and I am perfectly okay with that. :)

xoxo,
A.K.M.


Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Teaser Tuesday

Happy Teaser Tuesday, loves!


Today, I decided to give you a little bit of La Morte Nera. La Morte Nera started as an original story about two years ago. When I was asked to participate in a series of charity compilations, I edited the story heavily from its original version to fit the compilations, and have recently started playing with it again. I have no plans to do anything publication wise with the story, but I do love tinkering with it! :)

In the story, Anya's being stalked by werewolves, and she has no clue why. When she meets Kaden, a Fae warrior, she learns that a devastating virus has been unleashed, and it's killing the various supernatural races at an alarming speed. As events unfold, Anya realizes that she's not as clueless as she believed, and the wolves have a very good reason for trying to get to her. She may be the only one who can help Kaden find a way to stop the virus, but walking back into the world she left behind years ago will be no easy feat, especially when she's forced to face the realization that the secrets buried with her family may be the only thing that will save the Fae warrior she's falling in love with.
Poor girl. ;)

Here's your teaser for the week. :)

"I know what you're thinking and stop it," Kaden told her, clenching his jaw against the rush of desire churning through him. He wanted to pull Anya into his arms, and hold her. He thrust his hands behind his back instead, away from the temptation she presented. "It's not your fault you were institutionalized, and there's nothing wrong with you."

"Whatever," Anya mumbled, rolling her eyes. Her face flushed, her embarrassment obvious. "Can we go now? I want to get this over with so I can get back to my life."

Kaden wanted to shake her, force her to stop and listen to him, but what would that accomplish? She wasn't ready to hear what he had to say now. She might never be ready. He ground his teeth in frustration and re-inserted the key into the lock, determined to find a way to get through to her.

He turned the knob and pushed the door open in one practiced move.

A hiss sounded from inside the apartment.

Kaden had the knives he'd hidden up his sleeves out of their sheaths and into his hands in an instant. He raised them, ready to throw.

"Kaden, no!" Anya pushed him aside and dove into the dark room. She fell to her knees right inside the door, a white streak barreling straight toward her.

Kaden cursed and grabbed back the knives already leaving his hands. There was no way he'd hit the target before it got to Anya.

The little streak dove into Anya's waiting arms as if on cue.

Kaden leaped to her side, ready to rip the thing from her arms. His desire to protect her overrode every other thought in his mind. His heart raced, blood pumping hard.

"It's just Zee." She held up a white ball of fur for him to inspect. The ball of fur turned in her arms, laid its ears back and hissed at him.

A kitten.

Christ!

He'd forgotten all about her little pet.

He kicked the door closed behind him, slamming the knives back into their sheaths with force. He'd nearly beheaded a kitten. Anya would have loved that. He swore, and turned his attention to the rest of the room. He scanned for any sign of actual danger, his gaze sweeping the area quickly.

Everything looked ordinary.

He looked closer.

The room appeared a little too ordinary, actually. Black carpeting, white furniture, matching black and white curtains, and glass tables bare of mementos of any kind. An inconspicuous television sat on top of an equally inconspicuous stand. A hotel room had more personality than Anya's apartment. So did a hospital.

Who was this lovely girl?

He glanced down at her, the question on the tip of his tongue.

"Shh, Zee," she crooned to the kitten in her arms, ignoring him. "The bad Fae won't hurt you." She scratched behind the animal's ears. "You're a good guard kitty, aren't you?"

The little ball of fur snuggled into her arms and purred in obvious satisfaction.

Kaden shook his head, watching as Anya heaped praise and adoration on the kitten, cuddling the tiny animal to her body and burying her nose in his fur. His chest ached at the soft, dreamy smile on her face.

Would she ever look at him like that?

Damn, he hoped so.

Hmm. Looks like Anya might not be the only one falling in love in this story. ;)

xoxo,
A.K.M.

Monday, July 9, 2012

Buccaneer Blogfest: Meet Ayden #bloghop

Banner by Cody Underwood

The Buccaneer Blogfest officially starts today, and it's Introduce Yourself Day. So, let's get to it, shall we?

My name is Ayden, and I write young adult romance as A.K. Morgen. My first novel, Fade, was contracted for publication by Curiosity Quills Press a few months ago, and will be released soon. The ever amazing Krystal Wade and I have been whipping the manuscript into shape lately. I just finished the first round of edits on the novel. Yay!

If you've been here before, you probably already know that Fade is the first book in a series that focuses on Norse mythology, and the unexpected role our heroine (Arionna Jacobs) and hero (Dace Matthews) play in some of those myths. You can expect love, loss, shapeshifting, angels, Norse demi-gods, and possibly even the end of the world. You'll just have to read and see how that works out for our wayward T.A. and his stubborn soul-mate. ;) You can read an excerpt of the novel and more here.

I graduated summa cum laude with a B.S. in Criminal Justice and Forensic Psychology, and a M.S. in Criminal Justice and Law. I am a huge nerd. I love learning new things and will spend hours researching the most obscure facts ever. If I don't know the answer to a question, I will find it even if it takes me all day. This drives my husband insane because I also love to argue. He swears he can never win because I'm too anal retentive. He's probably right on that last bit. ;)

I plan on attending law school next fall. My ultimate goal is to open a non-profit that provides legal services to the mentally ill, specifically those in the criminal justice system. My other life goals include learning the Thriller Dance, blowing something up (legally), owning an Audi R8, hiking to Machu Picchu, convincing the husband I do need a live pet cow, and building the largest spork army ever.

When I'm not writing or studying, I'm the volunteer coordinator for the Ronald McDonald House Charities of Arkansas, and a volunteer with several different organizations close to my heart. I am a big believer in getting involved and giving back, and I absolutely love writing for charity, organizing fundraising campaigns, educating people on some of the issues that deserve attention, and getting others involved in worthy causes.

I spend my free time hanging out with my husband, our teenage daughter, my sister and her kiddos, getting into mischief with my partners-in-crime, reading, dancing, swimming, hiking, or catching up on the shows I never seem to watch while they're on air. My favorite drink is vodka (which the neurosurgeon banished), my favorite food is cookies (or anything chocolate), and I firmly believe that watching hockey (Blackhawks, baby!) is a sport. 

I love blogging, but I often lack the time to put a lot of effort into maintaining the blog. I typically pop in when I have something important to say about the world, or something to share about the writing journey. Otherwise, I post random updates as time allows. I'm kind of crazy so you never know what's going to come out of my mouth (or fingertips). Hell, I never know what's going to come out of my mouth.

You can find me on Twitter, Facebook, Goodreads, and YALitChat.

I look forward to getting to know my fellow buccaneers! You can get to know them via the links below :)

xoxo,
A.K.M.

 

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Teaser Tuesday: #Fade

My awesome editor is on vacation, and I've finished this round of edits for Fade, so I've taken a few days off, and have been sucked into Pretty Little Liars*. As much as I'm enjoying the show, I figured it was time to step away from the television before I reverted to a teenage girl. So, it's time for Teaser Tuesday!

Since I've been editing the novel and not doing much in the way of writing, this week's teaser comes from Fade. Enjoy, everyone! And have a safe and happy 4th, my American loves!

I lifted my head to find Dad staring at me.

"Please, don't," I begged when he opened his mouth. "I don't want to know."

He narrowed his eyes and blew out a breath between his teeth, and then he nodded.

"Thanks," I said, relief running through me.

"Sure," he muttered and turned back to the food.

I hopped up to gather plates and utensils, feeling incredibly grateful that I had him. He didn't push and didn't interfere. He accepted. "Need tea?" I asked.

"Juice," he said and started whistling. The tune sounded less cheerful than usual.

I filled two glasses with apple juice then deposited them on the table before going back for the plates and forks. We worked in silence as I set the table and he finished the stir-fry.

"That was Dace on the phone, wasn't it?" I sighed, defeated, fiddling with the placement of my silverware.

Dad stopped stirring and nodded.

Of course it was Dace. "I suppose you have a message for me?"

"No," he said, his expression wary. "He was calling to check on you. He said he'd been calling . . . ." He trailed off with a shrug, not even mentioning how many times Dace had called the house since I'd returned yesterday.

Nineteen, including that one. He'd called my cell almost as many and hadn't left a single message. That hurt more than it should.

I dropped back down into my seat, scowling down at my glass.

"Did you two have a fight or something?" Dad asked, his voice steady, disinterested almost.

"Something like that," I mumbled, not sure how to classify what'd happened. Dace had simply left. No argument. No explanation. Nothing.

"Ah." Dad deposited the wok on the table.

I dished out a heaping helping for him and not so much for myself.

Dad frowned at the little bit on my plate, but didn't comment.

"Um . . . ." He cleared his throat as he picked up his fork. "He asked if he could stop by to talk to me this evening. I told him yes."

"What?" My head shot up.

Dad held up his hands. "I didn't know you were angry with him."

Great. Just great. I glowered, viciously stabbing a piece of chicken with my fork.

"I'll call and tell him not—"

"It's fine," I interrupted sharply. Too sharply. "Sorry," I said as his fork wavered near his mouth.

He quirked a brow.

"Really, it's fine." I told him, more calmly than before. "I have some reading to do anyway." We both knew that was a lie.

"If you're sure," he said, still hesitant.

"I'm sure," I lied, feeling anything but. That was my problem though, not his. Besides which, the house was big enough for both me and Dace for one evening. I would simply hide out until he was gone. No problem.


D'oh! Things are not all gravy for our wayward TA and his annoyed soul-mate at the moment. Looks like there's gonna be twouble, twouble. (Name that movie quote!)

Happy Fourth!
A.K.M.

*Dear, Keeper of the Cheerios: Yes, I cheated to find out who A is.