New Release and Works in Progress Update!! :D

Hi Everyone!!

Thank you, so much for sticking around! I am so thankful for all of you!! I thought I would give you an update about what I had been up to in the last month. (I think that was my last post?) I really am trying to keep caught up on this blog, but it seems almost impossible. There is so much that an author needs to do, and it can be overwhelming.

Things I do on a daily basis: Tweet about my book, and retweet fellow authors. I also like and favorite tweets to show support.

Facebook: Personal updates on my personal page, as well as on my author page, 3 book pages, and publisher page.

Market: Promote my book to facebook groups, or on various websites online.

Take care of my family, clean my house, and make food..... and then there is sleep, and don't forget regular social interaction. If I have time after all of that, I do try to write something.

Currently on my author planet, I have just published Little Lost Girl: Part Two, Home is Where the heart is. (Cover design by Steger Productions, and my very good friend Johannus Steger)

I am currently writing Little Lost Girl THREE.. which will be the last Little Lost Girl for a little bit. I need a breather from that series. It has been cathartic to write, but it has also been painful as well.Also, here is the cover reveal for Little Lost Girl book three!! <3  (Cover design by Steger Productions, and my very good friend Johannus Steger)

(I will include the amazon link to book two at the end of this blog.) Book two talks about my stepmom and my dad's mental illness, child abuse and being tossed around. Book three will touch on losing my dad, losing my home and finally being reunited with birth mother. :) I think it is going to be the best one yet!!!

So, with that being said, here is what you look for (hopefully by January) The book is entitled "Eden's Serum" and it is about a wealthy to-do businessman, named Adam. A man who has every thing money can buy, and who is about to have something some people only dream of.

Immortality.

Only, things don't go exactly as planned. The Serum, Eden's Serum as it is called, makes him sick so to speak. So sick he knows he is not well and ends up back with his doctor who delivers the fatal news that Adam is dying. Will Adam find out who is responsible for the poison behind Eden's Serum ? Will he finally, after all this time... care about someone enough to put his own selfish desires aside?

More importantly, what happens when something so good, goes so wrong?

Find out January, in Eden's Serum! Also Check out this gorgeous cover... <3 I love it so much, another amazing design done my Steger productions:

After Eden's Serum, I am working very hard on the re-write and second edition release of Redemption of the Changed ( my first published work.) It is being reworked to include hand drawn artwork by my cover designer. In fact, the entire three book series will have hand drawn covers, as well as hand-drawn sketches for the interiors of the books. :) it is going to be fun. I am hoping to release all three of these next year, in succession. :0) here is the hand drawn design for Redemption Of the Changed: Book 1

So, Eden and Redemption books 1 and 2 are done, they just need editing. Eden is available for pre-order with exclusive artwork by the designer. I also have some children's books in the works, just waiting on drawings for those and I have several other projects I am working on as well. Thank you so much for letting me share these with you!! I just love you all!!

I am so thankful for my graphic designer Johannus Steger and my editor Richard De'Amorelli, both of which have helped me to get this far. <3

Check out the links below!!

Need Graphic Design work? Check out my cover designer here! Need a

professional Editor? Check out my editor's page here:

Pre-Order Eden's Serum with limited edition artwork, autographed by the artist!

Order Little Lost Girl: Part One

Order Little Lost Girl: Part Two

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BEING APART OF MY LIFE AND BEING SO SUPPORTIVE!! YOU ARE ALL AMAZING!!!! <3

THE DRAGON TATE AND THE LAND OF PUBLISHING, A NOT SO FAIRY TALE ABOUT VANITY PUBLISHING.

Once upon a time there was a lonely writer-knight who fought many battles of the book and indeed she conquered them all. Then she met a beautiful dragon named Tate Publishing. The Dragon promised her many riches and gold, more than she could ever imagine. Led astray by the dragon’s beauty, she gave him money to go to his beautiful land of publishing. The writer-knight toiled day and night, working for the dragon in his land. She was willing to do whatever it took to earn the dragon’s riches and used the tools he gave her to work, assured that they were the best tools in all the land. Until one day, a fellow writer-knight traveled through the land and saw her working so hard.

“Good-day fellow writing-knight! How goes it!?” He answered, his tone kind and jovial.

“It is well fellow knight, but the work is tedious and the hours are long. There is no talk of riches as I was promised. In fact, I haven’t seen the dragon since he brought me here.” She answered, her face down-trodden.

“Might I ask what about your work, and former battles?” he ventured. She shook her head.

“Good sir, I battled at the good battle of Redemption Of the Changed and succeeded. Then she lifted her tools to show him what she had worked the land with.

“Indeed, the battle of Redemption Of the Changed has been heard of far and wide, but alas, your tools are fake. They are dull, and not tended. That is why the work is so hard.

The Writer-knight was aghast. From the moment the writer-knight heard that she realized he was right. She collapsed in the field, wretchedness dripping from her eyes in the form of tears. She decided it was time to leave that land.

“Can you stay with me good sir knight Rallios? I cannot fight this battle alone.” Alas, he was gone. Never knowing how very lost and stuck she felt. She picked up her sword and dropped the blunted tools the Dragon Tate had given her. Then she gathered up her few belongings and decided to leave that horrible land full of lies and deceit. Just as she was almost away, the Dragon Tate reared its head. She realized then, how truly ugly it was, it had deceived her into coming into this awful land of  Vanity Publishing. It chained her to her spot, and the writer-knight, known as Angel, cried out for help. Her distress call went through all the land. at her very last, when she knew that the Dragon Tate would come back and gobble her up, an army came riding it with the dawn.

Her call had been heard!! The great knight K. Arthur was the first to show his head, his expertise on dragons quite extraordinary. He offered her his services and knowledge in taking them down. Then right behind him, another knight appeared. Known throughout the land as Sir R. De’Amorelli… her offered her the tools, the right tools to fight her way out of the land and break her chains with the evil dragon Tate, in this deceitful land of vanity publishing.

The Lady Angel was able to escape the evil Dragon Tate and ride off and escape, but not before seeing another Knight being dragged in.

“I say Knight-writer, what is your name?” She called out.

“I am known as Sir T. Allen, and I fought the battle of Apocalypses Orphan.” Sir Tim had a larger sword than she had and she wondered what brought him here.

“Sir Tim, why have you followed the Dragon here? Did you give him your riches?”

“No, fellow knight-writer. He has brought me to this land to see for myself the riches that await.” The lady Angel approached him,

“listen to me fellow knight-writer, it is a trap. If you pay him for the riches he promises, you will never see those riches again, please trust me! I am escaping this land, come, let us journey away together.”

“Yes, I have been told as such from the great R. De’Amorelli. I suppose I shall away from this place.”

With that, the lady Angel, and her fellow knights journeyed out of the poisonous land of Vanity Publishing, never to look back. Along the way, she has met many friends and traveled to many lands. None stays in her mind with such poison as the land of Vanity Publishing. It is said this day, that she has since fought other battles, smaller ones known as the Little Lost Girl, book 1, battle. With the help of her fellow knight-writers, she was able to conquer it well. She is currently off fighting the battle of Little Lost Girl: book 2, and hopes to be home in a couple weeks. Until then she finds her joy and riches in the land known as Createspace, in the great kingdom of Amazon.

The End.

Argghhhhhh a book teaser! (Pirate for look, its a book teaser!)

For those of you current on the book drama... I would like to say that things are progressing nicely. I am excited about the edits being made and would like to share with you just a teaser of chapter one. If you have read the book, you will see just HOW MUCH has changed....... and I hope you thoroughly enjoy it!!!!!! THE RE-RELEASE IS GOING TO BE AWESOME!!!!!!! Here you go, TEASER ... CHAPTER ONE: (Also, please note that the technical and grammatical errors have not been corrected as of yet, but it is in progress.) THANK YOU!!! <3

Fall from Eden
Evie sat dangerously close to the precipice. Below her feet, a river waged war against the rocks. She wrapped her mother’s blanket tighter around her shoulders and hugged her knees in close. Summer had begun its warm-weather dance with spring, and the mornings were still very cool. She liked it that way; getting up early with the chill teasing her bones only to be warmed by the sun’s heated glare as darkness succumbed to the promise of a new day. It was the one thing that never changed, and her greatest comfort. Light always overcame the darkness.
Today, her soul felt troubled, her predictable, happy life had taken a turn she didn’t understand. Whisperings in the village; people she had known all her life suddenly withdrawing into their homes. All the laughter and fun seemed to have left their little parish, with no explanation or time frame when it would return. She knew and cared for the majority of people who lived there. It was one of the benefits of being minimal in numbers. Everyone knew everyone else, and most of the children grew up together. Only now, it was as if everyone she cared about walked under the influence of some heavy burden. It was as if a funeral had occurred, and everyone was in mourning.
“Hey, stranger,” a soothing voice spoke out accompanied by soft footsteps. She shook her thoughts aside. It was him, the one person who always made her feel at ease. She shifted away from the edge and turned to face him “Laramie….” She smiled up at him, her heart skipping. His boyish good looks haloed in morning sun were breathtaking. His hair like golden rays of sun that ran wild over his head. A brilliant smile, and eyes of deep green moss. His eyes captured her heart and soul, every time she looked into them.
He grabbed her hand and lifted her into his arms. “Come on! It’s too cold for you to be up here; you’ll catch your death.”
“Well…we can’t have that, can we?” she said, her lips upturned playfully. Relief washed over her as he cradled her close. She always felt safe here, next to him. “No, Miss, we certainly cannot. Especially since it would be a very sad wedding if there was no bride.” He tilted her chin and kissed her lips. “They would call it the worst wedding of the century and that would be a travesty on both our houses.” He spoke with forced seriousness, and raised his eye-brows. Unable to suppress it any longer, she let out a burst of giggles. He could always make her laugh.
“That would be positively horrific. Though I’m sure you would not be in want of a bride…”. For a moment her eyes clouded over, then she batted her lashes coyly at him. He set her down gently, and took a step back from her.
“What is this nonsense you speak? Everyone is delighted for us!” His eyes twinkled. “Is that jealousy in your voice? Is there someone I should stay away from so I can prove my love to you?” He grabbed one of her hands and spun her outward so it appeared as if they were dancing. Then whisked her back in and scooped her downward.
“Tell me, Evie, and I’ll have them sent away at once! I’ll alert the Queen. I’ll call in the Cavalry. I’ll not have my soon-to-be bride questioning my love for her and feeling miserable.” He lifted her back up while he said this, and his lips turned up roguishly.
“How insufferable you are,” she exclaimed, but found herself laughing at his intense declarations. “Laramie, I love you. I’m not jealous of anyone. It’s more that before this…well, whatever it is, descended on the village, the girls used to talk. Not Sara, she knew I loved you from the moment we met. It’s every other girl; every time we played together they only talked about handsome Laramie and who would marry Laramie? Yvette was the popular choice because she is the most beautiful.”
“I don’t know if I should laugh at such a preposterous thought or run away with you. What’s more I can’t decide if I’m flattered or not. What say you Evangeline, my bride? Did you fight over me? Did you declare your love and slash your sword at them for saying such things?” He pulled out his sword and slashed a make believe foe standing before them.
“I hid in the corner envisioning Yvette as your bride and knowing that I would never be with you,” she said. She felt ashamed, but she needed him to know how desperately unpaired she felt with him. As if they didn’t belong together. Paired with Yvette however, Evie could see it as if they were two puzzle pieces assembling together.
“You are the one I want and Yvette is…. not you.” He spoke, jolting her from her false imagining of another life, Yvette and Laramie had perfect, curly haired children. She shook her head, trying to erase the thoughts. It was his turn to smile this time; he sheathed his sword and grabbed her hand, looking into her eyes intently.
“My Beloved, if I could steal you away from your insecurities. If we could run away to undiscovered land together, I would. Perhaps after our wedding, you and I will disappear for a while.” He pulled her into a tight embrace, squeezing reassurance into her. Evie melted into his arms, his stifling warmth was something she felt undeserving of. He loved her. He loved her! She grabbed desperately at that truth and tried to cling to it.
“Come, Evie. The day is threatening upon us. Let us walk to the village and prepare for our chores.”
Evie, feeling unsatisfied with his Yvette-is-not-you comment, but reassured of his love, tried to shake off her sulkiness. If only she didn’t feel so plain. Did he truly not understand why Evie would feel that Yvette would win out? Yvette was tall, and gloriously beautiful. Her hair fell like rays of sun down her back. Impeccable skin, cerulean eyes and the most delicately stitched clothing. Compared to Evie, Yvette might as well have been royalty.
From the moment Laramie had arrived in the village, every girl had gotten the gloss-eyed look for him. His wild, curly locks framed his mischievous face, and every little girl his age was giggling and speaking of marriage before they were even trained to sew dresses. Evie’s best friend, Sara, had been a part of the seven, though she had gotten over it once Yvette’s brother; Seth, began to mature. Seth had Yvette’s dazzling eyes, but his soft nature drew Sara to him.
Evie had been just as entranced with Laramie as Yvette and the other girls. Although they had grown up together, chores and various duties kept them busy.
Laramie gripped Evie’s hand tighter, snapping her out of her memories as they walked toward the village, his touch warmed her and she ignored the fact that he smiled down at her from time to time. Even though he declared her beauty almost daily, she felt plain beside him. How to express that without coming off as a desperate child eager for attention?
The truth was, although Evie felt quite plain, she had her father’s dark waves of hair. It was a bit unruly, but cascaded down her head like a waterfall of locks. In her deep pools of golden brown eyes, the adventure she craved emanated out. She always felt like her nose was just a little too elfish, and her raspberry lips always managed to say the wrong thing. Internally she longed for more than just berry picking, and wood gathering. She was screaming for exploration.
His strong arms pulled her in close. The warmth of contentment washed over her, and she felt peaceful. They may have stayed that way for some time, but the most terrifying sound ripped through the air.
Evie’s blood stopped cold as the scream faded into the distance. From the tips of trees, a small cluster of birds took flight. She gripped Laramie’s arm, breathing hard as fear welled inside her like bile.
They ran to Evie’s house first. The sun was beginning to rise and its rays streamed across the village. Evie could barely put one foot in front of the other fast enough. Another scream penetrated the air, it frightened her to the point of stumbling and Laramie reached out to steady her. Evie’s heart was hammering out of her chest.
Laramie stopped in front of her quite abruptly, his face stern. “We have been preparing for this a long time.”-He paused, frowning-“I never actually thought this day would come.” He paused to monitor her reaction, “I promise, I will explain everything to you later. Right now I need you to go inside your house. Hide in the cellar until I come and get you,” he spoke to her assuredly. It was not a request.
She nods her head at him, and backs away, her feet barely able to stagger numbly to her house. Reaching the door she catches herself on the knob, and taking a step forward she managed one last look at Laramie. They were too far apart for her to read his face, inside she felt heart breaking for reasons she couldn’t even understand. She turned and ran back to him, her voice calling out his name. She had to stop him before it was too late.

A break from the pirating. A poem instead.

The Storyteller glen

This is the forest, the stream, the glen

the place where the water, it moves and bends

Where the fairies from the dark of night

come to hide, to spread wings of flight

This is the place, the magical home

where the deer is seen with dancing gnome

to the simple human, with its untrained eye

the whisperings here are dreams gone by

Search the forest, the glen if you must

for the gnomes, the elves, the fairy dust

Search the water, that moves and bends

for the magic, and glitter of unseen friends

If you follow the flow of land ahead,

and chase the light until it's end

there you will find in magical glow

a place that all the fairy tales go.

By: Angelique S. Anderson

8/07/15

Aaarrghhh .. When pirating leads to bad days.

       I know in life you go through seasons, where things just don't work out.... your boat is falling apart, your best mates have turned on ya' and you may as well take the next stormy swell and let it just devour you, ship and all.

       That's kind of where I am right now. My best mate turned out to be a pretty dishonest and devious lass, aye the tells she would tell!

      The booty we have tried to plunder from many a place, has been for naught, and our treasure chest remains empty, and gathering cobwebs.

     I feel like all my mates have better and more important ships to sale, and truth be told..(if a pirate tells the truth.) I am tired of chasing after the lot. I'd rather live alone, and fight my own battles, then to take on the battles that come with having a full ship. Cause in the end..... looting pirate or not, no one is going to have your booty.er...back... but you.

     I'm tired of fighting to fill up the treasure chest, when every time we get a little gold in that there chest, some thieving scoundrel comes along and takes.

    I'm tired of writing stories of my journies through the seven seas, only to have someone else take all the treasures I've earned.

    Mostly, some days I am just tired of being me, this stormy weather has me down in a bad way, and I need help getting out of my funk.

     

Arrrrggghhh, Social matey.

             So, It's been a bit since I started this new blog, and I realized that I haven't written anything new for a while. It's been a month of high treason and raging waters for me, and I needed to wait until I hit dry land. So here's is whats new.


     I've read on whatever blogs and articles I can get my hands on to find out what it takes to become a well known author (AKA... A paid author) Turns out everyone is doing this writing thing and only a select few go all the way with it. Much like singing, or art, or anything really that one aspires to do, it is all about who know, and networking.

NETWORKING ~ NETWORKING ~ NETWORKING

And you guessed it.....

More networking.

So I did a good thing making myself apart of every event that I could squiggle into. However, it is also about what type of event you go to also, therefore.... I am seeing a literary summit in my near future. Just not sure which one yet.

I know, It's all boring drivel, but it leads me to a point.

I am losing my mind. I have had my face book for a long time, and as of late I have felt like throwing it out the window, along with my computer, because I am so weary of the hateful nonsense being spewed everywhere I turn on FB. However, since FB is a great place to network... not only am I not allowed to throw it out, but I also have to maintain it, I have since added a linkedin, a twitter, and horror of horrors... instagram.

I don't know how authors like J.K Rowling, C.S lewis, Stephanie Meyer and etc... keep up with all of these things?? Perhaps they have the money to pay assistants to keep them up, but I have always been very personable and relational, so I don't think I would ever just leave any of my social accounts in the hands of someone that I pay to answer, and keep in contact with my readers.

Next, I want to make a promise that I will be keeping this up a little better, I find that being blogg-y once a week is a good thing for me. It allows me to vent, and talk about what I have been up to, without being all up in the mix of everyone's life.

Today I am working on finishing the edits of book 2 so that I can send it back to my editor. With any luck, it will be published before October, which was the original release month. However, with that in play it also means I need to get 3rd book finished so I can start the process with that one.


What I am working on after this series is #1 my life story, #2 an art centered bible study and #3 a sci-fi fantasy about what would happen if we were granted mortality.

I am excited about all of the above.

Maybe I am on my way to making a career out of this. :)

Anyway, thanks for being along for the ride. I am just approaching the first tsunami-like wave, lets see how I navigate through! :)

         

Argghhh..... author life.

        Good day Scallywags,
               I hope you have not come here to loot my treasure, and steal me booty. I can assure you lot that there is nothing here to pillage and pilfer. I took somewhat of a sabbatical to recoup, and re-cast my lot. Some days being a pirate writer is not as monetarily rewarding as other days. Some days I scratch my head and say.. "Why am I doing this again?"
       To be honest, I can't always answer that question with an honest answer. Most days the answer is simply put, because if I don't write, it's like I am not breathing properly. If you know me well dirty dawgs, you know I get a touch bit of the crazy every now and then.
      I would just like to inform you lot, that the reason why is because the writing is like a pirate stealing and pilfering. I'm really not one without the other. Meaning, I am really not me if I don't get the necessary time to sit down and write, and there hasn't been anytime for that lately as we have had a mite bit too much pillaging going on in this house. Aye, but alas the little looters are out of school, pirate classes and all, which is giving this pirate mom/writer a much needed break so I am here to inform you that I will be out of touch with Reality for a bit. Which means, life is about to get a lot more fun! So strap on your pirate patches, and pull on yer rusty boots. prepare to sail the raging seas with me!

Arrrrrgghhh, you'll be glad you did! Yo ho, yo ho... a writers life for me.

-Angelique