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Well, I am now 43,000 words into a book I thought was done at 35,000 words. Suriax is a joint venture fantasy novel I am working on with my husband. After my first draft was done, I printed it out for him to read and he came back with edits, things he wanted me to expand on or thought needed more detail. A couple weeks later, I’ve added almost 10,000 words and feel really good about where this story is going. This is my first foray into fantasy, as I usually write paranormal romances. I’ve learned a lot and challenged myself to write about things that aren’t my forte. I just finished working on a fight scene I struggled on for over a week. I had to stop and start a lot to get it done. I am so glad I did the Nano challenege in November. It has taught me to write without interruption. When a scene gets me stuck I skip to another. I do a lot of jumping back and forth, but it keeps me writing and that is an incredible feeling. Never before have I cranked out so many words in such a short amount of time. I can’t wait until I finish the last edit and get to share this book with the world.

-A.D. McLain

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So, I finished my cover for my fantasy novelette, “Suriax.” You can take a look at it on my website, www.wotpast.com.  Now, while I am waiting for my husband to finish his edits so I can go through it one last time to make my own final edits, I found myself in between projects and decided to go ahead and get a head start on my next book, “Wolf of the Future.” This will be book three in my Spirit of the Wolf series. I began typing yesterday and am almost to 3,000 words. I am hoping to have a rough draft done by the end of March. For those of you familiar with the series, this story will focus in on Mara and her past. You will also learn the truth about who Durante is. If all goes well, I should finish this book much sooner than anticipated. Here’s to a busy year of writing.

–A.D. McLain

www.wotpast.com

Update on New Book

If it was legal to kill, would you?

Suriax and Aleria were sister cities, separated by the Therion River. Both were founded on a strict observance of the law, but they could not have been more different. For King Veritan founded Suriax on the teachings of Venerith, the Corruptor, a god of laws devoid of morality. In Suriax there is no “right” or “wrong.” There is only “legal” or “illegal.”

Kern was an assassin for the Flame Guard, mercenaries dedicated to Venerith. He never questioned his life until the day he learned the truth about his past.

Pursued by a queen willing to do anything to keep her throne, Kern must face an uncertain future and a bargain that will change the people of Suriax forever.

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Author’s notes:

I’m getting closer to publishing my next book. I am self-publishing my next story on Smashwords and just spent the past two days going through the formatting guidelines. I also completed a short blurb/description about the book (see above). Still working on a title and need a cover, though.  This story is a departure from my normal genre, paranormal romance, so I will be writing under the name Amanda Young. It is a fantasy novel with elves, gnomes and magic. This story is a joint venture with my husband, Raymond Young Jr. He came up with the original concept and helped me sound out a lot of my ideas throughout the writing process. He is currently editing the book, as well. I also plan to publish through CreateSpace so I can make it available in print. This story is currently 35,000 words.

Current ideas for the title are “Suriax” or “Night of Blue Flame.”

 

-A.D. McLain

www.wotpast.com

I came to the realization the other day that jobs are like death. I don’t mean how some jobs can be soul crushing, time consuming wastelands that serve only to suck up all your time and joy and keep you away from your family and friends. I actually have a more optimistic point to make. Now, if you’ve ever watched or read a ghost story you know the plot where said ghost has unfinished business and has to fix something or learn something before he or she can move on to the great beyond. Jobs can be a lot like that. But just like the ghosts in these stories, you have to be open to learn something, or you just end up haunting the same place for all eternity, a wisp of your former self. I’m a writer, so my dream job is of course to write. But darnnit if life doesn’t like to get in the way with those pesky little bills and need for food and such. I’ve had my fair share of jobs on my quest for my dream. I’ve worked in accounting, physical therapy, marketing and sales. One thing every job had in common was that I had them for a reason. They taught me skills, helped me meet people and even helped me move to somewhere I needed to be. Without my first job out of college, I would never have moved when I did and avoided having my home destroyed by a hurricane. I found my first publisher from working at a physical therapy clinic. Whenever I needed a new job, I found one.  I have always been where I needed to be when I needed to be there. And once I learned what I needed to learn, I moved on. I never knew going in what I would get from any of my jobs. Most of my experiences were unexpected and life alterring. I may not always be where I want to be, but I am always where I need to be. Realizing that can make it a little easier to handle difficult times. Ten years ago I never could have predicted where this decade would take me, but I know I have been blessed. I just need to be where I am and let the future take care of itself. I have faith I will reach my dreams and goals one day. In the mean time, I will learn what I am meant to learn and take full advantage of where I am, now. If I hunker down and learn everything I can as quickly as I can, I will be one step closer to where I am meant to go.

-A.D. McLain

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Adventures in Breastfeeding

Breastfeeding is one of those issues that quickly polarizes people. I just learned of a woman complaining that Target employees harassed her for breastfeeding in the store, and mom’s everywhere staged nurse-ins in response. I wasn’t there, so I don’t know if she was actually out of the way, covered up, or if the employees were rude as she claims. I don’t know if maybe during the Christmas rush, with customers running around everywhere, she might have inadvertently been in the way of customers or tired employees just trying to get their jobs done and get home to their families. Or maybe she was just one of those people itching to start a fight and plopped herself down in the way on purpose, hoping someone would say something. Only those involved know. One thing we do know from the story is that she was offered a place to nurse in private and opted not to do so. Some people argue that breastfeeding is perfectly natural and should not be hidden. Others argue it is gross or at least shouldn’t be done in public. And thus the two sides of the ongoing argument. Should someone who does not have children, doesn’t agree with or feels uncomfortable with breastfeeding have to see it in public? Should a mom just trying to feed her baby have to hide? Here is what it breaks down to:

1. Breastfeeding is natural, healthy for mother and child and cheaper than buying formula.

2. Some people are uncomfortable with breastfeeding.

3. Those breastfeeding need a clean, safe environment to nurse in.

Let’s look at point three:

The woman in the story complained that she shouldn’t have to hide in some bathroom. That is actually not an issue in this case, since she was offered a fitting room to sit down in. As someone who was forced to pump in a bathroom at my job when my first son was born, I can tell you there is a difference. I was forced to use the bathroom, with other people doing their business in the next stall, because my boss (who was female and had children) thought that was the appropriate place to do it. When someone complained to HR, they finally offered me empty offices to use. I was later told I had to use the restroom instead of the kitchen to clean my pump pieces and bottles, since people were complaining I took up too much space in the kitchen the few minutes a day I was in there cleaning everything. That was the excuse I was given. Of course, they didn’t really know what to do with me, since only two other people in that company had ever breastfed (an issue I will re-address shortly).

By contrast, a fitting room is much cleaner than a restroom, it offers more privacy, the lighting is not as harsh as one would experience sitting out in the middle of a store, you could feed your child without having to cover up, so you can actually share eye contact and make it a more enjoyable bonding experience, you aren’t in people’s way, and you don’t have sick people walking around coughing on you and exposing your child to illnesses. I’m not saying every mom should run and hide in a fitting room, but in this case I really do not see the down side.

Point two:

Some people, even breastfeeding mom’s can be a little uncomfortable with exposure and public nursing. I pump to breastfeed my son, but I don’t feel comfortable doing so in front of friends and family. If someone is over and I need to pump, I put on a shawl or go in another room. If I’m at a party, I ask for a spare room I can use. Even when I tried to nurse at the hospital when my son was born, I was offered privacy screens just like every other mom in the NICU. The fact is, most women want some privacy. If breastfeeding moms want privacy, why is it so difficult to understand how non-breastfeeding moms, or single men or women may feel uncomfortable about it?

This brings me to point one:

If breastfeeding is natural, been done for thousands of years and millions of women do it every day, why are we all so uncomfortable  or shy about it? Consider these facts; Most of us are formula fed. Now, I don’t have any statistics to back up this statement, and I’m sure the numbers vary depending on where you grew up, but going off my own personal experience, I don’t think I know a single person over twenty-five or thirty who was breastfed for more than a month, if that. The advent of decent formula, coupled with more women in the workforce, left a couple of generations of people with little to no exposure to breastfeeding. Is it any wonder many of us who do try are embarrassed, have problems picking it up, struggle with low milk production, etc? A hundred years ago, a girl would learn breastfeeding from her mom. Every mother she knew would be an expert who could answer questions, give instruction or help with problems like mastitis and low milk production. I had a couple of lactation nurses at the hospital who helped me for the few days I was at the hospital right after my son was born. Other than that, I am on my own. Many moms don’t even have that support. So we are all re-learning something our ancestors took for granted. For those of us with no support system and no prior exposure to breastfeeding, having a child is the first time in our lives where we are told to view our breasts as something non-sexual. We do not live in some European country like Spain or in some isolated National Geographic tribe where women walk around topless. For the most part, breasts are considered sexual here. We are told repeatedly in childhood and adolescence to cover up. Then all of a sudden we have children and we are told we should feel comfortable exposing our breasts to breastfeed. It can leave a lot of conflicted feelings. When girls had babies from puberty to menopause, breasts were always for breastfeeding. But now, women are waiting until later to have children, having fewer children or none at all, and we live in a society that rates a woman’s attractiveness based on her cup size.

We are left with a general public who is a little uncomfortable with or completely grossed out by breastfeeding and a generation of shy, defensive breastfeeding moms angrily pushing it in everyone’s face as we over react to our own insecurities and conflicted emotions. Now, before I get a lot of angry responses, let me add that of course not every breastfeeding mom falls into this category and we should not be afraid to insist on certain rights when feeding our children. But I think we are lying to ourselves and not helping anyone if we pretend these issues aren’t at the heart of many breastfeeding conflicts. So where does that leave us? The public pretends they are okay with breastfeeding to avoid lawsuits and moms become political pawns, fighting over the right to offend people instead of focusing on what breastfeeding is all about, the bond between the mother and child. If  you are all focused on people’s reactions to your breastfeeding, you aren’t focusing on the child and bonding with that child. Everyone needs to exercise a little common courtesy. Don’t strike out to catch people or look for a fight. When I go to a party, I don’t pull it out and start pumping in the middle of the living room. I ask for a room where I can go and pump in private. I know nursing mothers who do the same to nurse their children. Yes, you do miss a little conversation or some excitement, but that is the price you pay for wanting to breastfeed. You have to ask yourself what is more important, that you heard some gossip or spent time with your child. Why should you force other people to be uncomfortable because of a choice you made to breastfeed. And if there isn’t a private room, or you can’t get away, at least use a shawl to cover up unless you are with someone you know isn’t uncomfortable with breastfeeding. And to everyone else, breastfeeding isn’t icky or gross. It is a natural thing, so try to keep that in mind. If you are offended or uncomfortable, ask if the mom wouldn’t mind covering up, but do it nicely. It took up a couple of generations to forget how to breastfeed. It will take some time to relearn this skill.

-A.D. McLain

www.wotpast.com

New Project, New Genre

I’ve been working on my Spirit of the Wolf series since I was 17 years old, almost half my life, so when I heard about NANOWRIMO (National Novel Writing Month) this year, the idea of working on something new was exciting and a little scary. I couldn’t work on any of the books in my werewolf romance series, since I have bits and pieces already written for each of them. But there was this one story I wanted to write, and November gave me the excuse I needed to put my other books down for a bit and try something different. Thus began my foray into the world of fantasy. I didn’t meet my nano goal of 50,000 words in one month, but I did get a respectable 23,000 words. With a full time job and two small children, I’ll take it. Of course, between my work on my book in November and a time intensive Christmas gift that took up the first two weeks of December, I’m feeling a bit apart from the rest of the world for the moment. And I still haven’t finished my book, so that isn’t about to change any time soon.

My new book is a fantasy novel complete with elves, gnomes and other strange creatures (highly influenced by my DnD playing experience). I’m actually very excited about it and hope to have a good draft done soon. I’m at that frustrating point where I have some really fun scenes I want to share with the world, but I’m not far enough alone to actually let anyone read it. There are still a lot of holes in the story that need to be filled in. I don’t even have my title finalized, yet. I’m planning to publish this one via smashwords so I can set the price and get it out a little quicker. Now I just have to fight against myself and hold on to the book long enough to finish it and edit it properly.

Anyway, I just had to share something about my current project. I’ll post more about it, including sample scenes and completion updates, as soon as I can. Keep posted.

-A.D. McLain

www.wotpast.com

The Princess and the Pea

You know those things that make you question your sanity or wonder if you’ve somehow stepped into an alternate reality? The story of “The Princess and the Pea” is that for me.  Everyone knows the basics of the story: A princess is so sensitive she can feel a pea under her mattress, even if you put it under a stack of many mattresses. In the story, a prince is looking for a bride. The prospective brides are tested in this manner to see if they are princesses.  And here is where the story gets interesting. Everyone I’ve asked in the past twenty years has told me that the princess wakes up complaining about how she couldn’t sleep, and everyone knows she is a princess, since she could feel the pea. But that isn’t the story I heard as a child. In the version I heard, the princess doesn’t want to be a rude guest and tries to hide the fact that she couldn’t sleep. She is so tired, she ends up falling asleep at breakfast. The queen is livid. How dare a guest fall asleep at the table? The prince interrupts her rant and says that the princess showed true sensitivity. Not only did she feel the pea, but she showed sensitivity of heart by not wanting to hurt anyone’s feelings or be rude.

I can not find this version of the story anywhere. It is like it never existed. No one I know has ever heard it. It leaves me to wonder where I heard it, did I imagine it, or what? If anyone out there has heard this version of the story, I welcome your comments. If not, I also welcome a discussion on the merits of each of these stories. I am partial to the story I know. It teaches a lesson and shows that it is good to be polite and care about the feelings of others. I would love to find it in print somewhere, if only to know I’m not crazy. Until then, I will be content to share it with my children.

-A.D. McLain

www.wotpast.com

 

Lisa Olsen does it again! “Mercy for the Wicked” is a continuation of the story in “Angel of Mercy,” where Merceline was accidentally gifted with Grace from a fallen angel who was only trying to save her life. She is left “something new,” not quite human but not an angel either. Caught between two worlds, Mercy struggles with her forbidden attraction for bad boy fallen angel, Adam, and a safe, normal relationship with her human cop boyfriend, Ben. With angels and demons after her at every turn, both relationships seemed destined for failure.

 

Olsen has a way of creating lively, fully developed, realistic characters who draw the reader in, make you laugh, and make you care what happens to them. Their motivations and decisions are easy to follow. Their dialogue and quirky personalities are fun to read. I will excitedly await the next installment in “The Fallen” series to see how things are resolved.

Lisa Olsen Website

-A.D. McLain

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When  I read a book, I usually have one of three reactions. I may hate it and can’t even finish reading it. I may like it but find myself distracted easily and thinking of how I would write the story differently. (Those books are part of the reason I became a writer). And the third reaction: I may love it and find myself unable to put it down. For those books, I find myself thinking of the story long after I’ve finished reading the book. Every page is a joy and I can’t wait to read more. That category is usually reserved for a few of my favorite authors, such as Sherrilyn Kenyon, Maggie Shayne and Jayne Castle. I now have a new author to add to that list. Her name is Lisa Olsen and the book is “Angel of Mercy.”

“Angel of Mercy”  is the story of Merceline, a woman who unexpectedly finds herself thrust in the world of angels and demons after a near death experience leaves her healed by a fallen angel and imbued with some of his powers.

Mercy is a strong, funny and very likeable main character. Her interactions with her friends and family are believable and entertaining. When she complains of her family drama, I feel I am listening to an old friend. All of Olsen’s characters have depth and personality. In otherwords, they feel like real people.  The action of the story flowed well.  From page one, there was never a moment when I got bored and wanted to put the book down. But even so, each chapter wrapped up well enough that I could stop when I needed to go back to work or care for my children. It struck a nice balance that made it a very enjoyable read. I will gladly purchase this author’s other books and cannot wait to read the continuation of this story in “Mercy for the Wicked “

Lisa Olsen Website

-A.D. McLain

www.wotpast.com

Fast Food Memories

I just had one of the best anniversaries ever. The best part was the simplicity of it. We grabbed some food from Sonic and had a picnic on the lakefront with our two little boys.

There have been a lot of attacks on fast food in the past few years. People complain about the high calories, marketing to children or even how they need to warn us that hot coffee is hot. (Don’t you wish we could return to the days when people actually had to have a brain to survive?)Most disturbing to me is that the fast food places are actually starting to cave to this pressure. I don’t mind them offering menu options so people can chose healthier foods, but the day when a fast food restaurant forces me to accept half the french fries I would normally get, while they replace the rest with apple slices in the kid’s meal is the day I stop going to that establishment. Sure, eating fast food all day every day is not good for you and can make you fat. But guess what, kid’s aren’t the ones buying the kid’s meals. Their parents are. So who cares if they are marketing to children? It is the parent’s job to say “no” and set the rules and boundaries.
But I digress. The real reason I am writing today is to lament what may soon be the loss of a very important element in our lives. While fast food restaurants are a business and have their problems, they have also been an intrugal part of many of our lives. I remember having a joint birthday party with my best friend at McDonald’s when we were in first grade. On long road trips to visit my family in other states, we would stop and get pancakes and hashbrowns for breakfast. Sometimes I would eat it in the back of the car while we drove. There were impromptu family reunions held in fast food parking lots and over a few combo meals. It made the perfect stop after a long trip to meet up with family or friends so they could lead you to their home, or to exchange Christmas gifts when driving all the way to one person’s home was too far, and you needed some place in between to meet. I would grab some fast food after school, before band practice, and share it with my classmates. I learned to eat without much salt back then, as they would always forget to put salt packettes in my bag for some reason. :)

As a child, every weekend, my mother and I would go to the store together. We made a day of it, went to eat at Dairy Queen or Sonic, went to the movies, shopped for awhile, got groceries, and would sometimes grab a pizza on the way home. It was wonderful. In college, I would grab some fast food between classes, and my first date with my husband was at a McDonald’s. We drove around for over an hour looking for somewhere to eat before I finally decided to go there. I’d never been to real restaurants before and felt comfortable with that choice. We recreated that first date a few times on anniversaries. We did so again this year with our Sonic picnic by the lake. I will always remember my time at fast food restaurants fondly. I only hope that my sons will have an opportunity to build those same kinds of memories, unmarred by political agenda and stupidity. May we all learn to appreciate our own fast food memories, before they are gone forever.

-A.D. McLain

www.wotpast.com

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