Sunday, March 24, 2013

Celebrate a Milestone with Jen Lane and a Rafflecopter Giveaway!

I don't do a lot of author interviews on my blog, but sometimes an author is so cool that I just can't help it. Jennifer Lane is one of them. I mean, aside from the fact that we both share the same awesome name, she's also an author with a flair for the psychological. As a psychologist, her stories have a depth to them that only she could offer. So when she said she was having a one year celebration for one of her novels, Streamline, I said "I'm in!". I also had some questions for Jennifer, which she was kind enough to answer, about the writing process, about her characters and what advice she'd give to aspiring authors. And as if that wasn't cool enough, she is having a rafflecopter giveaway, as well. So don't miss out on the fun! Have at it:

Interview with Jen Lane:



Tell us about how your upbringing or life experiences have impacted your writing.

My upbringing involved listening, soothing, and reading, which led to my careers in psychology and writing. The foundations for my psychology career started because I was the youngest of three girls and couldn’t get a word in with my blabby older sisters, so I became a listener and observer. I also took on the role of smoothing out conflict in my family for some reason. As a child, I loved to read and write.

For a story like Streamline, which has young characters dealing with some heavier issues, how were you able to approach these topics with a young adult audience in mind?

I wrote this book in 2007 when I hadn’t even heard of the YA genre. I just wrote the story I needed to write. Streamline was my first novel.

Explain what the process of writing a book is like for you emotionally.  Do you come away feeling energized, emotionally wiped out or both?

I’ve had both experiences. Writing intense therapy sessions bowls me over emotionally. Finishing a chapter fills me with joy!

When you wrote Streamline, did you ever picture any particular actors playing your main characters? Which ones and why?

Wentworth Miller is my celebrity crush and writing inspiration. I picture Leo as a young Went. Terrence Howard could easily play Leo’s father, Commander James Scott.

Which is easier, writing the book or coming up with a title? Which came first in this case?

Deciding on the title was tough! The story’s initial title was Swimming Against the Tide, but I wanted to emphasize the positive by changing it to Streamline.

Can you name an author who has influenced your writing in some way? How has their craft affected yours?

I used to gobble up every Jonathan Kellerman novel, featuring a psychologist hero. Now I love Pamela Clare, my favorite romantic suspense author.

Did you relate to any one particular character more than another? Which one was easiest/hardest to write and why?

Leo Scott, the hero of Streamline, still lives in my heart. I poured a lot of emotion into that young man. He’s full of imperfections but has such integrity and striving.

You are an author of multiple works.  In your experience, do you feel it is getting easier or harder for new authors to break into the field of fiction writing? If you could offer one piece of advice to those hopeful authors, what would it be?

From what I’ve heard, this is an amazing time for new authors. But first you must FINISH that first novel. Assess what helps you write best (writing with a friend, having critique partners, rewarding yourself for reaching goals, listening to music, writing daily, staying off the internet, etc.) and set goals that enable you to get one step closer to finishing.

 

 

 

 



Streamline turns one-year-old this week! We're celebrating with a giveaway.

Seems like Leo Scott has it all: looks, brains, and athletic talent. He's captain of his high school swim team with a bright future in college and beyond. But Leo has secrets. His mother's crippling car accident has devastated his family and left Leo to deal with his father's abuse, battered and alone.

Leo's girlfriend Audrey Rose is poised for her own share of success. As one of Florida's top high school swimmers, Audrey dreams of college swimming stardom. But there's an obstacle to her glorious rise to the top. Her number one supporter--her father--is in prison for murder.

Part murder mystery, part tale of young love in a military family, this gripping story takes readers on a journey from Pensacola to Annapolis. Leo and Audrey must band together to rise above the adversity they encounter and find their true selves in the process. When everything's on the line...streamline.

"What an emotional journey! I don't think I have ever cried over a character so much in my life."
~Dani from Paulette's Papers

"The issues that are touched upon in the story: family, substance abuse, teen relationships, trust, honor...they are dealt with in an amazingly realistic, unglossed manner."
~Andrea from The Bookish Babe

"Overall, Streamline is a wonderfully, emotionally complex story about the ones we love, the ones we hurt, the mistakes that break the human heart, and the unconditional love that puts the pieces back together."
~Dani from Refracted Light Reviews

Streamline at Amazon for $2.99
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Author Jennifer Lane is giving away one signed print copy of Streamline to a US winner and three ebooks to international winners. To enter, complete the Rafflecopter form.

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Thursday, February 14, 2013

Give Your Valentines A KINDLE FULL OF FREE BOOKS!! :)



I'm pretty stinking proud of my publisher--again--because they keep doing amazing things and showing the world how to be a BOSS when it comes to changing the face of the romance genre. Omnific Publishing is pretty damned cool with their openess to new ideas and refusal to try and micromanage storylines or predetermine plots. Plus they are woman owned and staffed and smart and dedicated to being classy and putting out (no pun intended) amazing work. So, that being said, I also want to say that they're giving away three preloaded Kindles for Valentines Day in celebration of their three-year anniversary and the incredible milestones reached thus far!! That's seriously cool. I mean, come on. And as if all that wasn't neat enough, my publisher has some crazy exciting news over at the Omnific blog, so jump on over there and see what's happening after you join the hop below and enter to win.
a Rafflecopter giveaway
OMNIFIC VALENTINE'S DAY ANNIVERSARY CELEBRATION!
Omnific is giving away THREE KINDLES for THREE GREAT YEARS!

 
Kindle #1 will feature all of Omnific's 2010 titles!
Passion Fish
Three Daves
Seers of Light
Boycotts & Barflies
A Valentine Anthology
The Unidentified Redhead
Stitches and Scars
Eve of Samhain
Life, Liberty, and Pursuit
With Good Behavior
Trust in Advertising
Take the Cake
Immortal Awakening
The Redhead Revealed
Whisper of Light
Shades of Atlantis
Breaking Point
Whirlwind
Kindle #2 will feature all of Omnific's 2011 titles!
Indivisible
Pleasures Untold
Bad Behavior
Pieces of Us
Becoming sage
Crushed Seraphim
The Way That You Play It
Big Guns
Concessions
It's Only Kinky the First Time
Starstruck
New Flame
Shackled
Swim Recruit
Sway
Full Speed Ahead
The Second Sunrise
The Summer Prince
Whatever it Takes
Ember
Cat O' Nine Tails
The Guardian's Wildchild
Small Town Girl
Poughkeepsie
Embrace
Kindle #3 will feature all of Omnific's 2012/2013 titles!
Destiny's Fire
Grave Refrain
Streamline
Burning Embers
Saving sunni
Cocktails and Dreams
The Winemaker's Dinner: No Reservations
The Winemaker's Dinner: RSVP
The Winemaker's Dinner: Appetizers
Recaptured Dreams
Clarity
Divinity
Glimpse of Light
Circle of Light
Iridescent
Between the Lies
Reaping Me Softly
Once Upon a Second Chance
Bittersweet Seraphim
Wallbanger
The Winemaker's Dinner: Entree
A Christmas Wish
Blood Vine
Enter to win via Rafflecopter on the Omnific Publishing Blog or our author blogs February 14-16, 2013: http://omnificpublishing.blogspot.com/
Good luck, and THANK YOU for your support of Omnific Publishing! Here's to many more years of smart, sexy, rule-breaking romance!
In addition, our Omnific DEBUT COLLECTION will be on sale February 14-16 for only 99 cents each!
Passion Fish by Jessica McQuinn and Alison Oburia
Three Daves by Nicki Elson
Seers of Light by Jennifer DeLucy
Boycotts & Barflies by Victoria Michaels
The Unidentified Redhead by Alice Clayton
A Valentine Anthology by Alice Clayton, Jennifer DeLucy, Nicki Elson, Victoria Michaels, and Alison Oburia
 
 

Thursday, January 3, 2013

What My Brother's Life is Teaching Me



As many of you know, my beloved younger brother passed away suddenly the end of November. And while I was given the option of speaking at his service, I felt that I wouldn't be able to handle it. And I was probably right. But that's okay, because what I had to say needed some gestating, and I think it's best shared with all of you, not only those who knew him. Because we're all connected, and the value of John's life belongs to all of us.

My brother teaches me something new every day. About myself. About others. It starts in a small city called Scranton, Pennsylvania, with an insecure little boy who, more than anything, craved to know he was safe, close, and loved. I never could miss that. No one could.

That trait is in all of us. But with John, it was easier to see. He had a vulnerability he could not hide. And that vulnerability made some people uncomfortable...John included. One might think, in knowing him, that John needed people. And of course he did. But the larger truth is, my family and all those who knew him needed him more.

We needed John, not as a reminder, but as a wake up call. We needed his spirit with us--short as his human life was--to point out the obvious: That all the things we consider important, all the petty, material things, all the foolish wastes of time, all the ego-centric fears we give in to and the potential for love we completely miss, they were right in front of us the whole time, either begging to be released or begging to be seen. And we would have missed them, possibly for a lifetime, had my brother, and gentle, sweet-hearted spirits like his, not come to this planet to wake us up, to shake us out of the comfortable, the alienated and the small. To open our eyes completely to the abundance of love left to give and to receive, and the preciousness of each day together, each dream pursued, each "I love you" spoken without reserve.  While the sister in me would give anything to have him back, the spirit in me knows that he never left. And that every time I see someone in need of love, whether it's easy or difficult to give, I will think good and hard before neglecting to do so. It has already changed my behavior (in a tip-of-the-iceberg kind of way).

Nobody has to tell me now that life is short, that it's unpredictable, that there's no room for procrastination when it comes to going after those things that we're most passionate about. Not that it's easy--God help me--because it's not. But when I think of giving up now, a part of me yells, "No, you don't! You promised John you'd do your best, even if you fail over and over again. Don't you dare give up. He's not giving up on you, so don't you give up on yourself."

John's life has made me reconsider my motivations, as well. It's made me look, hard, in the mirror and reevaluate the path  and root of my own happiness. It's made me ask (and answer) questions like: Am I living my life, accomplishing things, striving for goals in an effort to seek acceptance? What does make me happy? What really matters? What will matter thirty years from now? And the truth is, some of those answers have surprised me. And some of them have changed. I was already in the throes of transition before John passed away, but now it's another level altogether. The things I'd have considered less significant before, the way I viewed people once, appear more flawed now. Some of the deeper reasons behind my pursuits erupted as out of sync with my ultimate, highest, best form of happiness. Was I striving for certain things simply to please others? To win an acknowledgment that traveled as far back as birth? It seems so. Have I re-envisioned what I actually want...sans so much pomp and circumstance and plus a simpler vision? Absolutely. The giant beach house and movie star husband and more money than I can spend, all of that is ridiculous, really. Give me a cottage in the forest with a good man and maybe a kid and a dog and manuscript to edit and my own hours, my own schedule. Freedom to live and love as it best fits me. Those are my dreams now. And anything else is icing on the cake. I just want to be happy--forget anything else. Thanks to my John, I understand that I have no one else to impress, no one else to please if I cannot do the same for myself, first.  And that there is love tucked away in every corner, to reveal and to let in, if only we would see it. If only we would wake up. Open our eyes. Understand the possibilities.

How could I possibly feel otherwise?

John's life---it's a million times more than his death. It's unthinkable in its worth and one day, when I embrace his light and his spirit again---I'll know the full fathoming of that story, of that gift on this earth. For now, though, the best way I know how to honor his precious human existence is to honor my own with hopefulness and determination, and to keep my heart open to those who would most need my love.

I'll be unraveling the treasure of John's life here for the rest of my own. May I do it justice and reflect his spirit well. I pray this for all of us.

Peace, and above all, shameless amounts of love,
Jen

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Appeal to an Awakening Soul


    Perhaps you thought that you were brought here to find yourself, but you were wrong. You were brought here to remember yourself. This place, the new wilderness is only a guise, a catalyst to trigger the eruption of your soul’s force from the inside out. All that you have been is but a small part, a very mere bit of the potential of your life.
    We have come here together so that you might know, through virtue of your own pain, your own hopelessness, your own fear, your own darkness and the lie of powerlessness, the very actual power of your own will, of the will of your soul. No one can save you, Great Spirit child. No one—out there—can save you from this life’s lies. To be swooped up and carried away from your soul’s journey is a prize stolen, a wisdom deprived. You are better to dwell with it, to mourn and to weep with it, to scream through its pangs, even to drown beneath its weight, than to be carried away by some outside force before the transformation can occur. For within your flesh, deep within the center of your being, is the undaunted, waiting, longing, all-knowing. Is the ready, able, perfect. Within you, waiting its turn to emerge, piece by piece, with the dawn of every former test of trial and blackness, is the next unfolding, the great unfurling of wings, the re-forged backbone of a true Child of Light.
    Unbury her, God Child. Let the falseness of flesh burn away in a cleansing, agonizing fury like a Phoenix, another layer of illusion gone.  And without it, the remaining light of strength can glow more passionately forth, can trigger a spark of remembrance in those who have forgotten their own, and so that you, Gleaming God Child, may fly in the perfect knowledge of a capable universe, of a centered power, of a strong, bright, illuminated and joyful mind—the faithful passion of a child and the peaceful wisdom of an eternal spirit.
    Let the darkness find you if it must. Throw off the quick and tempting escapes, and seek help only from those who would teach you to grow, feed your soul, embrace your heart, but would not steal away your journey. With it, comes the gift of remembered power that, once felt, can never be revoked. 
    Your vision evolves as you allow it. From the lower to the higher places, from the outer delusions to the inner truths, peeling away the layers one rebirth at a time—forward and forward you go, flowing with the fear and terror of the moment, dying and dying a never-ending death in order to be born and born to new sight. And you will see. You will rise and rise and rise and rise beyond the great heavy mass of this life-veil. But only so long as you spread your arms to the waves and let them teach you to swim with the current. And when you break the surface, pulling for air, you will know its sweetness in a new way. You will be stronger than before. Always stronger.
    Choose strength. Choose to know who you are now. Why wait? So precious is this life—this gift—this temporary blindness. Burn and drown and embrace the false dark, then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy. For in the end, in the light of truth when the flesh is cast off, there is nothing but this.    
You thought that you were brought here to find yourself, but you were wrong. You were brought here to remember.

Jennifer DeLucy

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Grandpa's Legacy to Me - Why I'll Always Love Christmas

Christmas for me as a little girl was kind of a time travel event.

I lived with my grandparents, you see, and so, even though I was a child of the 80's, my experience was far more accurately (and uniquely) one of the 50's. This could be annoying, for sure...just not at Christmas.

At Christmas, it was perfect.



I have the most beautiful feelings about Christmas, and it's because of those memories, which had little to do with presents and everything to do with my grandpa.

Every single year, my grandfather would happily drag out the dusty, old, homely fake fur tree--one they'd bought and been using decades before I was born--and he'd put it up, prickly limb by prickly limb. I'm not sure why he never got a real tree, but, it didn't seem to faze him. Clearly, my grandfather loved what he had, so who am I to argue?

It's a really vivid image in my head--him stretching those painted glass bulbs all over the floor and plugging them in. You know the ones, some shaped like thick tear drops, others were sharp and jagged and frosted and bound to end in a tetanus vaccine, while a third kind was meant to resemble a flame, all mismatched and random after years of replacing the burn outs. I'd watch him (mostly patiently) untangle the strings of mixed lights in long, glowing lines across the dark wood floor, and I can still smell that particular scent of warm, aged plastic and glass melding together. How old was the dust burning off those bulbs, anyway? How many Christmases had they clanked and clicked against the same wood floor in this same way, when his children were actually children? Surely I was feeling a drop of what he must have felt--a leftover essence, a resurrection of moments held in the time capsule of a plastic Santa or a creche with missing shepherds. The failing ornaments, half unspun of their colorful silken threads, and the tinsel strings that got everywhere. By the way, and for the love all that's holy, I can't imagine why people used that stuff, but it doesn't matter, because he liked it. And that was good enough for me.

We had this pretend fireplace cabinet with a green felted interior, a mirrored minibar and a record player built in and Grandpa was so proud of that thing. It was probably the coolest toy on the block when he'd bought it, but it was really just cheesetastic by the time I came around. Its record player, though--even more than clanky lights--was the solid core of my holiday experience. And no wonder, with Nat King Cole singing The Christmas Song, Bing crooning White Christmas, Alvin and the Chipmunks demanding promptness and hoola-hoops...it was impossible not to be drenched in the spirit of the season while listening to those crackly, wonderful tunes.

We also had a "second" tree, which I still can't decipher the purpose of. It was this garish silver limbed thing that my grandmother covered in cookies and popcorn balls. Just abominable, but it was the tradition in the DeLucy house when Grandpa was alive, and again, I never questioned it.

Fact is, when Grandpa was alive, so was Christmas, and after he passed (far too soon, when I was less than ten years old), no matter how hard things got, no matter how dreary, that love and loyalty to the holiday was so woven into my being that I fought to celebrate it, to feel it and to replicate it for my siblings, no matter the difficulty.

I eventually figured out, once adulthood found me, what my obsession with these memories was really all about, and it wasn't the shiny lights or even the record player. It was Grandpa's love of life, the enduring truth under the glitter and tradition. What I was really attracted to--what I truly loved to be around and what I vividly remember--is his spirit. His joy.

Here's hoping, whatever tradition you celebrate this holiday season, it has as much meaning to you as it does to me.

Love,
Jen

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Vote for Circle of Light on Goodreads!


I don't know if some of you remember back to our Seers of Light days, but the book ended up being nominated by so many write in votes that it made it onto the list of nominees for best author and paranormal fantasy on the Goodreads Choice Awards! Was a super exciting thing. That was then...this is NOW. So I'm hoping we can replicate that scenario with Circle of Light!!!

http://www.goodreads.com/award/choice/2012?utm_content=A&utm_medium=email&utm_source=poll#73876-Best-Paranormal-Fantasy

Above is the link to the Goodreads Choice Awards page for 2012. The write in vote option is at the bottom. You can choose any category you like that you think the book fits into. (You can vote in more than one category, obviously.) Anyway, would you all be so kind?? I think we could make it happen!!! Please spread the word!

*mwah!*

Jen

Thursday, October 11, 2012

We've Made Best Sellers!!!

Guys, we did it!!!!!!!

Seriously, no joshing, real deal stuff here: Circle of Light is on a handful of AMAZON BEST SELLERS LISTS!  See for thine self:

KINDLE HOT NEW RELEASES

NON-KINDLE HOT NEW RELEASES

So what does this mean??? Uhm, well, I guess it means that people are finally seeing the series and books, and that I have the most beautiful grass roots reader friends who spread the word with all their hearts, and I'm grateful.

Reviewers are saying things like, "...the best couple of 2012!" (Dairy of a Book Addict) and "Her world and those that live in it are in a word, stunning."  (BoundByBooks).

How the heck can I not be happy about that? HAH! :)

Anyway, congrats to my hard core readers on doin' it like a BOSS. And hi to new readers!!!  I love you guys. Honestly. I'm already prone to great acts of sap. This is only making it worse. ;)

Mwah,
Jen