Thanks for having me Joya. This week has been crazy. Monday and
Tuesday both my daughters had off school because of Hurricane Sandy. Now
Massachusetts is back to business as usual, just in time for National Novel
Writing Month.
One of the biggest challenges facing a writer is balancing family
and writing. In 2007, I got serious about my writing. That meant I wasn’t
always available for my daughters, then 10 and 6. Fortunately I am blessed with
a supportive hubby, but my daughters didn’t understand why they could see Mommy
working on the dinning room table, but not bother me unless it was urgent (they
had to learn the difference between important and urgent).
National Novel Writing Month changed all that. I was determined
to write 50,000 words in 30 days. I needed all of my family on board. I needed
my daughters to understand that I was at work when I was on my laptop, not just
goofing off on the net. They learned to look over my shoulder and see if my
writing program was open, before interrupting me. They still needed an
incentive, something that translated what I was doing into something good for
them.
Money. I bribe my kids to let me write. I give them X
dollars for leaving me alone. Instead I give them a stake in my career. For
every $5,000 I make, they get $100. Now instead of bothering me when I’m
writing or reading (because they know reading is also part of Mommy’s job),
they encourage me to. “Shouldn’t you be writing, Mom?” It makes things much
easier, all for less than I’d pay an agent.
I didn’t write 50,000 words that November. I wrote nearly 60,000.
That book became The Mark of Abel, my
debut novel out December 21 from MuseItUp Publishing. Both my kids are in the
book. They take pride in my accomplishments and brag to all their friends that
they are in my book. It’s not my book.
It’s ours.
You can learn more about Jean Viola Ryan and The Mark of Abel at http://ViolaRyan.com. You can find her at
Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/jeanie.ryan.9 .
Lucifer is fed up with humanity. He created hell to deter
evil, but man’s inhumanity is only escalating. He just wants to return home to
heaven, but ever since that little problem in the Garden of Eden, the Pearly
Gates remain firmly shut to him. It doesn’t help that he’s the first vampire,
an abomination in God’s sight
Fortunately, two thousand years ago Lucifer’s estranged brother, Jesus,
gave him a prophecy. To fulfill it, all Lucifer has to do is find the right
artist, study her artwork and the path back to heaven will be
revealed. The artist even bears a symbol so he knows who she is. Too bad
she is murdered every time he finds her.
Janie’s a frustrated
artist and college art teacher who wants two things—a guy she can show her paintings
to and a night without nightmares. Each nightmare plagues her until she paints
it. She doesn’t realize these paintings are key to unlocking her destiny, one
that could redeem the original fallen angel.
Excerpt:
Lucifer
appeared outside of heaven. A high wall of the same gleaming material as the
palace formed around heaven. Eve appeared behind an open gate. Its gleaming
bars stretched up and down into infinity until up became down and down became
up. It swung shut.
He
raced for it, but was too late. The clang echoed in his soul, and he collapsed
to his knees.
“You are no longer an angel. You don’t belong
in heaven. You must find your way home.” Eve/God turned away.
“What
am I?” Lucifer rose and sent a burst of energy at the gate. It remained shut.
“Am
I human?” His soul bled at the question and darkness surrounded him. As a human
he had nothing to offer Eve. He couldn’t protect her. He couldn’t create
another Eden for her. She would beget Adam’s children in pain. Lucifer cringed.
Eve/God
appeared next to him and traced three triangles above his heart, each attached
to the other two at the corners of its base to form a fourth triangle in the
center. They burned, and he screamed until his voice was raw. He collapsed and
gulped fire.
Standing
above him, God laid her hand on his shoulders. Pain shot down his back. He
reached around, and his hands passed through wings of fire. God ran her hand
along his arms. His skin itched, and then burned, as it morphed into swirling
red, orange and yellow. With sweat pouring down his face, he allowed God to
help him up.
“Your re-creation occurred in fire. This is now
your true form. To maintain your angelic powers, you must feed on the intense
energy of fire.” A ball of fire
appeared on God’s outstretched hand. She shoved this into his heart.
A
sharp pain stole his breath, but Lucifer refused to collapse again. He grit his
teeth, and his entire body shook.
“What
am I?” He stared at his arms.
“To maintain free will, you must drink the
blood of humanity every three generations.”
God
vanished.
“What
am I?” he shouted toward the center of heaven.
“A vampire.”
2 comments:
So great to have you visit, Jean! What a great cover and a very unique idea for a story. Thanks for being my guest today and best wishes for continued success. :)
thanks. Joya. I'm enjoying "traveling" around to the various blogs.
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