Scary starts with S

Did you ever notice that the scariest words start with S? Take
S-s-s-spooky. Just the word sends shivers down my spine. So I took that idea

Sunset in Rhodes End
Halloween Eve

and made a list I find scary.

10. Spook is another name for a ghost, but where ghost
conjures up cute images like Casper, in my mind spook is the sheet-clad figure
shifting through shadows.

9. Swamp is the site for slithery, slimy, sucking muck. The
victim always stumbles into the swamp, tries to escape and sinks.

8. Sarcophagus is more frightening than a simple tomb or
crypt. Picture the stone lid sliding aside for Dracula to ease out in his
nightly hunt for blood.

7. Shadows move and shift in the darkness. Shadows conceal
the evil things we strain to see. Shadows appear in places they don’t belong.
Shadows dog our steps.

Book One: Rhodes End Series
Paranormal Romance

6. Shape-shifters are more terrifying than werewolves since
they can assume any form.

5. Skeletons are a Halloween favorite to hang outside. They
rattle in the wind. Or make a click-click-clicking noise as they sneak along
the hallway of the old mansion.

4. Skulls are skinless, eyeless, sometimes toothless shapes,
all that remain of the place considered strong enough to protect our brains.
Skulls remind us of their past humanity.

3. Snakes are slithery and slippery. Asps hiss.

2. Stake is not exactly scary until you put it in the
context of killing Dracula or staking out your enemy on an anthill.

1. Samhain (pronounced Sow-een) is the Druid or witch
celebration of the holiday we renamed Halloween. Samhain is the time when the
curtain between worlds is thinnest and allows the creatures from the other side
to come into our world. Souls, demons, incubi, ghosts can roam freely and
do.  Fear they will not return is the
reason for November 1st to be called All Souls Day and a day of
prayer in many religions.

I’m sure you can think of more s’s. You’re welcome to add
them to my list.

 

Barbara Edwards writes paranormal romance.

Ancient Blood, Book Two Finding Rhodes End Series-blurb

Lily Alban escapes a murderous stalker, but his vicious attack
leaves her with the ability to see auras. She finds safety in the tiny hamlet
of Rhodes End where a stranger stands out like a red light. Try as she might to
deny her growing desire for Cole, she seeks his help but soon discovers the man
she loves is not a man at all.

Werewolf Cole Benedict resists his attraction to Lily. A botanist
researching the healing herbs to find a cure for Lycanthropy, he’s determined
to protect Lily from her stalker as well as himself even in human form, but
instinct takes over when he changes to his inner beast.

Together they must use their extraordinary gifts to catch Lily’s
stalker before he attacks again, but revealing their secrets to one another
could destroy their growing love or save them both.

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Playlists & Writing by Sarah Grimm

PLAYLISTS & WRITING

I can’t remember a time when music and writing weren’t a very large part of my
life.  Growing up, our house was
constantly filled with music. From Barbra Streisand to Pink Floyd, there was
always some music playing. On the rare occasion the stereo was silent, my
sister was usually singing or one of us was practicing an instrument. That’s
just how life was in my house, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

As an adult, I still surround myself with music.  Even now as I type this, Shinedown is streaming
through the new plasma TV in my bedroom. The only problem? I keep singing along
when I should be typing, which is exactly why the only time music isn’t
blasting through the speakers in every room of our house is when I’m writing.  When I write, I need complete silence. Sad,
but true. That’s not to say that music doesn’t inspire my writing, because it
does. In a big, big way.

I began building stories around song lyrics as far back as the fourth
grade.  A particular lyric or phrase
would stand out, and the next thing I knew, I had built an entire scene around
that phrase. The song would get stuck in my head and the next day I would have
a few chapters scribbled in my notebook based on the theme. In the fourth grade,
I wondered if I was the only one who did this. As an adult, I know I’m not.

A lot of authors write to specific playlists – a set of songs that inspire
them. Some even have playlists set to a particular book they’re working on –
songs that help them get into the right mood and focus on the characters. I’m
one of those writers. Possessing a deep love of music, I can’t NOT have a playlist
of songs that capture the feeling of the book and the characters I’m working
on. Usually, I select a multitude of songs to capture both the hero and
heroine. But sometimes…sometimes I only listen to one or two songs before I sit
down to write.

Music plays an essential role in AFTER MIDNIGHT. Based on a rock musician
and a piano phenom, how could it not? So my playlist for AM must be littered
with songs, right? Rock, classical, alternative or country, they’re all
represented? You’d think so, wouldn’t you?

In actuality, of all the stories I’ve written, all the songs I’ve listened
to across all the genres, I have but one song that truly captures Isabeau, and
therefore, After Midnight. When I hear it, no matter what I’m doing, I’m drawn
right back into the lives of Isabeau and Noah.  The only thing is…right from the first time I
heard it, I did not encounter Izzy’s feelings for a man, but for the one thing
that has been both the best gift and worst torture in her life – her piano.

Evanescence “My Immortal”

I’m so tired of being here

Suppressed by all my childish fears

And if you have to leave

I wish that you would just leave

Your presence still lingers here

And it won’t leave me alone

These wounds won’t seem to heal

This pain is just too real

There’s just too much that time cannot erase

[Chorus:]

When you cried I’d wipe away all of your tears

When you’d scream I’d fight away all of your fears

And I held your hand through all of these years

But you still have

All of me

You used to captivate me

By your resonating light

Now I’m bound by the life you left behind

Your face it haunts

My once pleasant dreams

Your voice it chased away

All the sanity in me

These wounds won’t seem to heal

This pain is just too real

There’s just too much that time cannot erase

[Chorus]

I’ve tried so hard to tell myself that you’re gone

But though you’re still with me

I’ve been alone all along

[Chorus]

~*~*~*~*~

Thirteen years—that’s how long Isabeau
Montgomery has been living a lie. After an automobile accident took her
mother’s life, Izzy hid herself away, surviving the only way she knew how. Now
she is happy in her carefully reconstructed life. That is until he walks through the door of her
bar…

Black Phoenix singer/front man Noah Clark came
to Long Island City with a goal–one that doesn’t
include an instant, electric attraction to the dark-haired beauty behind the
bar. Coaxing her into his bed won’t be easy, but he can’t get her pale, haunted
eyes nor her skill on the piano out of his head.

Can Noah help Isabeau overcome the past? Or will her need to protect her secret
force her back into hiding and destroy their chance at happiness?

                                                           ~*~*~*~*~*~

 

Sarah Grimm is an award winning author of contemporary
romance and romantic suspense. She lives in West
Michigan with her husband, two sons and three miniature
schnauzers. Between mom’s taxi service, parts runs, and answering the phone for
the family marine repair business, Sarah can be found curled in her favorite
chair, crafting her next novel.

Find Sarah here:

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Maybe psychic ability can be inherited

I’m truly curious about how many authors can claim psychic abilities. I woke this morning wondering if I have to admit I have some psychic talent.

It’s like rattling my closet skeletons. I’m so nervous. People will think I’m weird. I’ll be pointed at on the street and have to move or change my name. Boy, am I going off on a
tangent.

Writers are the most accepting people in the world. We understand what makes people different and value all the quirks. It all adds to the characters and plot we create.

I use psychic abilities to round out my characters, but it’s usually a secondary part of their personality. Annie knows her child is threatened. Rachel senses her twin’s feelings. That’s
recorded and researched ability. Lily sees auras, but not on everyone or even
when it will reveal the villain.

I don’t share those talents, but I do know how it feels to have that unexplainable episode occur. I am puzzled, even confused. For a minute I question why the people around me didn’t see or hear that ‘other’.  I always have a lag time. My reality has to accept the unreality as real.

Confusing? Oh yes. I think my mother had a talent, too, but she died young and I didn’t know enough to ask. She always explained to me that it was all right. I remember once waking from a vivid dream of a recently deceased person who grabbed my arm. I had a finger pattern of bruises on my bicep. Mom said I was the only one she could reach and
to pray for her soul. Scary now that I look back.

I have vivid dreams that sometimes do come true. I also dream my story before I start
writing. Along with a few other things I didn’t mention.  Let me know what you think. Do you use psychic abilities is your stories? Do you have one?

Ancient Blood by Barbara Edwards Paranormal romance

Lily Alban escapes a murderous stalker, but his vicious attack
leaves her with the ability to see auras. She finds safety in the tiny hamlet
of Rhodes End where a stranger stands out like a red light. Try as she might to
deny her growing desire for Cole, she seeks his help but soon discovers the man
she loves is not a man at all.

Werewolf Cole Benedict resists his attraction to Lily. A botanist
researching the healing herbs to find a cure for Lycanthropy, he’s determined
to protect Lily from her stalker as well as himself even in human form, but
instinct takes over when he changes to his inner beast.

Together they must use their extraordinary gifts to catch Lily’s
stalker before he attacks again, but revealing their secrets to one another
could destroy their growing love or save them both.

“What
makes you so important? Or is this another secret?”

Cole’s eyes darkened. “Lily. I’m pushing the
line with you. Give me some slack.”

“I want answers, Cole.” She grabbed his arm
as he turned and pulled him to a halt.

He gently, carefully drew her fierce grip
into his grasp. His golden eyes heated as he lifted her hand to his lips. “I
already told you, Lily. You’d have to mate with me to learn all my secrets.”

Urgent need raced from his lips to her
center. His scorching gaze melted her from the inside out. All her being longed
to step into his arms, to become one in a way she’d never known. She trembled
as she recognized the danger.

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Do you see what I see?

Old cemetery

We all have psychic abilities, but something inside convinces us it’s safer to say it’s only ‘imagination’.  I’ve seen the flicker of movement from the corner of my eye when nothing is there. I know it’s silly to worry about an open closet door or to check under the bed. I’m afraid to walk across a cemetery in the dark.

Is this what makes a story scary? I’m not sure I know. I know what frightens me, but it probably isn’t the same for others.

I use my fear to make my story real for the reader. That
shaky feeling in the middle of the night when I’m not sure what woke me can be
the same fear my heroine feels. Try to drag me to the edge of a cliff and I’ll
fight every inch of the way.

Have I seen ghosts? Depends what you mean. As in a light floating in the dark or a dark silhouette where no person exists? Yes, I’ve seen both and been frightened.

 

Does that show in my books?
I’ve been told that it does.

Here’s an excerpt from Ancient Awakening:

Book Cover
Paranormal romance

Legend gave him many names, but the wide halls of his mountain
retreat no longer echoed with countless worshipers. He could have ruled the
world had his ambition not died with the passage of time. The endless whispers
were from the cold winds and the few praying priests. He didn’t care that he
couldn’t remember his real name or birthplace.

For an eon he’d regretted the loss of softer emotions. Love had
been the first feeling to die, along with the woman who had insisted he would
never harm her. He couldn’t recall her features just the merry tinkle of her
laughter and the bright smile she had greeted him with every morning. He licked
his lips. She’d tasted sweet.

Fierce need flared in his gut and he sniffed the air. Outside
his chamber a single acolyte in long brown robes waited to escort him. His mouth
curved with a mirthless smile. The silent servants had ignited the flickering
wall torches. Shadows jumped and shivered in the drafty halls like nervous
virgins.

 

Visit my website at http://www.barbaraedwards.net  for more.

I’ll be at Write Angles Conference 2011 on Oct 22, 2011

By writers, for writers — in our
26th year in Western Massachusetts Mount Holyoke, East Hadley MA

PANEL SESSION II – 11:15 am to
12:30 pm (Choose one)

Exploring the Avenues and
Lanes of Sci-Fi/Fantasy
(Andreola Room)

Moderator: Tanya Shersnow

Panelists: Holly Black, Corrina Lawson, Barbara Edwards

This panel will explore the sub-genres within this ever expanding genre, giving
attendees a sense of what’s new in 2011, and offer advice and inspiration about
associations and publishers within this genre.

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One from the bucket list-Horseback at Gettysburg

The horse and me

I admit I have a long list of things to do before I die. I finally did this one and am so pleased that it went well.

After visiting Gettysburg battlefield more than a dozen times, I finally got to take the Gettysburg Battlefield tour.
I admit I’m not the best horseman in the world. I don’t like heights, horses are way too big and I don’t juggle. Meaning I had to hold the camera, the reins and the saddlehorn for most of the two hour tour.
The guide has to be licensed by the National Park service and he did a wonderful job describing the battle as we commenced our journey.

If you’ve been to Gettysburg, you know the road winds through the park with thousands of places to stop. You can read the monuments, note the markers, or stop to take a photo. I didn’t realize how different the perspective is from the center of the conflict. The fence lines have been replaced according to census records from the 1850s. Crops and orchards

are being replanted to show how the farming community looked at the time. Even the kind of fence was recorded and copied.
When the guide described how the fences halted a company until it could be torn down and how this knoll was vital to the taking of Little Round Top my heart leaped with excitement. I could actually ‘see’ the action in a way driving the roads hadn’t revealed.
Although my butt hurt after an hour, I snapped pictures and kept my horse from lowering it’s head to graze. I loved it and would do it again anytime.

 

 

Raining, again

I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry this morning. The rain and wind were a reminder of Irene’s downpour. Luckily we go the grass mowed since it was up to our ankles. I stayed home. I’m tired of being wet and feeling moldy. I’m not a person who does well without sunshine. I’m listless and drowsy.
I stare at my computer screen and don’t have a thought in my head. Hope you’re doing better than I am.

 

Gettysburg Battlefield living history

The Gettysvburg Battlefield is known worldwide. On the third weekend in August our reenacting grup, The Liberty-Greys takes on the task of presnting a living history. For a reenactor it is a dream come true.

The national park service allows the group to stay overnight on the field, to actually sleep in the most haunted place in the world.

We set up tents on Friday and sent into town for dinner. My husband and I ate at The Farnsworth House, a period mansion used by Confederate sharpshooters then for a field hospital. It is a lovely place and the food excellent, especially the game pie and bread pudding.

Saturday we spent the day talking to tourists. Its interesting when a person from Germany or France asks for a reason why we fought the War. Not something for a five minute speech.

In camp

The soldiers acted as soldiers did in camp, cleaning rifles, drilling, playing cards or just taking a nap.

There was music provided by Miss Liz. She played period songs and sang softly so she didn’t disturb any of the speakers. It was a lovely background for both days.

Miss Liz playing the guitar and singing period songs

I talked about women’s roles during the Conflict, especially women in the South. It was a wonderful weekend despite the few rainshowers and needing to dry our tent anfter we arrived home.

Barbara Edwards dressed in half-mourning garb.