Archive for December, 2010

29 Dec

Susan’s Book Coveting

All right, I’m moving to California so I can be closer to our friend Mary, over at BookHounds. Seriously. I’m the rock and roll fiction expert, but SHE gets all the books! What’s up with THAT???

Yep, that means this book came to me via Mary. Well, the book itself hasn’t. Not yet. Just the knowledge of it has. That’s why I’m writing this post: I covet this book. Gotta read it.

It’s Rules to Rock By, and it was written by Josh Farrar, who’s been around the music biz a bit more than I ever was. Here’s the blurb:

You’d never guess it now, but Annabelle Cabrera used to be a rock star. And not like her mom or dad called her a “total rock star” after she won a spelling bee or something. She was a real rock star, the bassist of Egg Mountain, the most popular band in the New York music scene. But when her parents uproot her from Brooklyn and move her to Rhode Island so they can record their own album, Annabelle feels lost. Starting a new band isn’t as easy as she’d hoped, the school’s rival band is a bunch of bullies, and her parents are so immersed in recording that they’re completely neglecting Annabelle and her younger brother. How can Annabelle truly make herself heard?

And while we’re dishing on Mary, let me point out another one she’s brought to my attention: Steven Tyler’s upcoming memoir, Does The Noise in my Head Bother You? Yes, boys and girls. Steven Tyler. Aerosmith. One half of the Toxic Twins (and the cool light blue t-shirt I have that pokes fun at them. Dad of Liv. American Idol judge. And on and on.

You know, together, Mary and I could rule the rock and roll world, at least in books. Maybe that’s why it’s so bloody hard to get our hands on promo copies of some of these babies…

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26 Dec

Springer Fiction: Roadie

Our last Musical Hanukkah Celebration piece is slipping in under the wire here. I’m including it as a Sunday Snippet, since it’s set in my fictional city of Riverview, but if you’re here as part of that, only Eric appears in any of my books. Eric’s worth knowing, however.

Springer didn’t have much hope, but he jammed his fists into the pockets in his jean jacket and tried not to hunch his shoulders. He’d never get noticed if he was staring down at the ground. Confidence, baby. Jason at work said it was all about making people think you were confident, even when you were about to piss yourself with fear and nerves. Given how many people were around, Springer decided he’d try anything to stand out from the crowd. After all, even the girls looked like him. Every single person hanging around had long hair and wore a jean jacket.

One more thing about keeping your head up, Springer noticed. You saw things. That didn’t mean he recognized the van that pulled into the small lot at the back of The Rocket Theater. After all, it looked like twenty others he’d seen since he’d been standing across the street. There was no reason to pay any special attention to it. But for some reason, he did.

“Hey, Springer!”

He looked around at the other people hovering on the corner with him. No one looked familiar.

Then he caught the movement from across the street. From someone standing in a shadow near the door to the backstage area.

He raised his head a bit higher. The person responded by changing the way he waved. It went from a wide arc for attracting attention and turned into an invitation.

Springer swallowed hard and jogged across the street, darting between cars, curious who had recognized him — and why. It wasn’t like he had a ticket this year. He could hear a few jealous comments from the pack behind him, but he didn’t care. He’d been picked — for something.

It was Eric Wallace who was waving madly at him. “I thought that was you. Ready for another great year?” the guitarist asked. The guitarist of ShapeShifter had noticed his pretend confidence.

Springer jammed his hands back in the pockets of his jean jacket and gave in to the need to bow his shoulders. “No ticket,” he mumbled.

Eric leaned closer and asked Springer to repeat himself. Springer couldn’t bring himself to be any louder.

“Oh, no problem. I need a PA tonight,” Eric said. “It’s not paid and I’ll run you all over the place, but you’ll get to see the show with the rest of our staff.”

Springer knew he looked like an idiot, the way his head jerked up. His mouth was probably hanging open, and his eyes were probably huge. Like he cared. The important thing was that he’d been deemed cool enough to help out.

Eric gave him a minute to get it together. “Ready?” he asked.

Springer nodded, wishing his tongue would do something other than pulse like a panting dog. At least it was inside his mouth, and at least he’d managed to seal his lips shut. There was hope.

Eric handed him a laminate. “Don’t lose this. Now, go find the production office. Inside somewhere, there’s supposed to be a box full of pictures of the band. Please bring them to the dressing room, along with a box of Sharpies.”

As he hung the laminate around his neck, Springer started walking toward the stage door.

“Hey, Springer!” Eric called.

Springer turned, but kept walking backwards until he splatted against the wall.

“Thanks. We need cool fans like you.”

The impact points from the wall immediately stopped hurting. Springer wasn’t even sure his feet were touching the ground as he fumbled for the door and disappeared inside, intent on finding the production office and earning a spot working for Eric. Suddenly, it wasn’t so hard to hold his head up and have confidence.

Remember, if you haven’t picked up my books, they are now 50% off at Smashwords — but only until January 1. And yep, at least 50% of the royalties from the sales will head off to the Mr. Holland’s Opus Foundation. If you’d like to make a direct donation to the Foundation, I’ll be entering you in a raffle to win some really cool books. C’mon. Help out tomorrow’s rockers. Or orchestra members. Or music fans…

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25 Dec

Susan’s Promo Tales: Merry Christmas!

How is a Merry Christmas post considered a promo tale?

Well… I’m the one bearing gifts. For you, for your friends, for your family, for anyone who woke up this Christmas morning (even in a metaphorical sense) and found a new e-book reader under your Christmas tree.

From now until January 1, all three of my books are 50% off at Smashwords. And yes, at least 50% of my royalties will be donated to the Mr. Holland’s Opus Foundation.

Here’s the link: Susan’s Page at Smashwords

And here are the codes:
Demo Tapes: Year 1 — UN55K
Demo Tapes: Year 2 — UC87W
Trevor’s Song — zk52R

And yes, the coupon codes are NOT case sensitive. Why do you ask?

Merry Christmas, gang. If you got anything good, talk about it in the comments. And stay tuned for YOUR chance to Meet and Greet, coming in January.

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22 Dec

Susan’s Inside Writing: Tease

My friend Alice Audrey used Trevor’s Song as her Tuesday Teaser this week. The Teaser is a meme where you post a few lines from the book you’re reading — or, in Alice’s case, have finished but want to spotlight. Alice has been kind enough to feature me twice. (here’s the link to the original one.)
Interestingly, my friend Shaunie did the same thing, back in October. Twice, even.

Yesterday’s teaser from Alice was one of my favorites — and given how many favorites I have in that book (like both of the ones Shaunie picked. And Alice’s first. And…), it’s not surprising. It’s from page 147 in her edition (it’s on like 199 or 213 in my print copies; weird.), and it’s the part where Trevor is saying things don’t bother him. His sarcasm (I hope) drips off the page. So does his pain.

Because it was taken out of context, one person who left a comment said, ” I wonder if he’s the silent suffering type… maybe the music is where he vents out his frustrations.”

Alice initially laughed, then became intrigued by the question.

So allow me to answer it. Since I am, after all, the creator of the indomitable Trevor Wolff.

If Trevor were Mitchell, sure, he’d communicate through his music. Mitchell does it constantly. If you listen closely enough, he speaks through his music. Thankfully, Kerri is quite good at hearing what he’s saying. But… who better to understand a man than his own wife?

Trevor, though… Trevor’s a horrible musician. He’s also not terribly great at communication. After all, he grew up in a household of fear. He grew up needing to hide certain things from the world, and wishing he could hide other things — the perpetual black eyes, the broken noses. Those sorts of things spoke for him, and they aren’t exactly the sort of thing most people want to be around.

In short, if Trevor weren’t so charismatic, he’d be a loser. His only talent is for getting away with things the rest of us can’t. He stirs the pot, and he does it well. He can bluff his way through almost anything… until you hand him a bass guitar.

In my fictional world, it’s a well-kept secret that Mitchell is actually the guy playing bass on the band’s music. Even Trevor doesn’t fully grasp the full extent of Mitchell’s late-night replacement sessions, and Trevor’s a pretty perceptive guy — even when, like in the teaser Alice posted, he’s pretending not to be.

***
In the comment trail, Alice said something else that intrigued me. She said, “The kinds of things that bother Trevor would terrify the rest of us. Not that he’s some big bad vampire or SEAL or anything. Just that his perspective on life is filtered through a different lens.”

It’s that first sentence that gets me. The things that bother Trevor would terrify the rest of us.

This is hard for me to comment on. I’ve never had to face most of the things Trevor has to. Some of it is terrifying when I think about it, yes. But when I’ve been in the moment, holding my breath over a diagnosis or watching a door be closed and arms folded over a chest, there hasn’t been time to be terrified. Only to deal with what’s being laid at my feet as calmly and coolly as possible. There’s no room for terror and then later, when you look back and reflect, you realize how stupid it is to get terrified now, when things are over and done with.

That’s Trevor. I guess it’s also me.

At any rate, Alice has picked up on this approach Trevor and I share. In some ways, because we met via our blogs and because she’s read all I’ve made public that features Trevor, she knows him as well as anyone and I shouldn’t be surprised by her insights.

Yet, I am.

Maybe this is a writer thing. We face so many rejections, so many reviews where the reader misses points that we (and our beta readers and the others who help bring our books to live) thought were obvious. In a sense, we are continually set up for not only rejection, but complete miscommunication. We expect that slap-down, the negativity.

Thus, someone who gets it so utterly is cause for celebration. And that’s what I’m doing here. Celebrating, and hoping you’ll join me. Alice gets Trevor. I know a lot of you regulars do.

Those of you who’ve been supporting this year’s Musical Hanukkah Celebration get a huge vote of thanks from me. It’s been a crummy two months, as I said in an earlier post. I haven’t been able to shout about this from the rooftops the way I’d intended.

However, many of you have done it for me. You’ve helped with Tweets over on Twitter. You’ve shown me new ways to expand my audience. You’ve pointed out places I can devote some time that’ll pay off for me nicely. You’ve made posts on your own blogs, on Facebook… you’ve donated directly to the Mr. Holland’s Opus Foundation, and you’ve given gifts of my three books — to yourselves and to friends.

You’re not only helping me, you’re helping other kids, who may grow up to be like Trevor. Only, hopefully, they’ll be better musicians.

(PS — you still here? Stay tuned for some final fiction from the Musical Hanukkah Celebration. And a new game in the new year that’ll help us all meet some fun new people. I hope you’ll plan to play along!)

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20 Dec

Featured Release: The Cutting Edge

I know. Usually, when I do this sort of thing here at the Meet and Greet, I feature a book that’s been released around the day the post goes live. My friend Darcia Helle’s book, The Cutting Edge, has been out since July. (Sort of like Trevor’s Song!)

To help raise the book’s visibility, on December 20 (that should be today, if you’re reading this when it goes up) she’s doing a campaign to try to lift her Amazon ranking. For me, one of the best components of this campaign is that she’s taking a page from my book and donating all profit from her Kindle sales to “Metropolitan Ministries in Tampa, FL, which is a nondenominational church that runs a food bank and also fixes meals daily for the homeless and the poor in our area.”

I can get behind that in a big way. I hope you will, too — especially since she’s dropped the price of The Cutting Edge to 99c. A buck will get you a book and let you help someone! How can you resist?

Now, down to business: I asked her the usual question: What song makes you think of your book?

Here’s what she had to say:

The song is Terrible Thought by a little known artist called Poe. When I hear the song, I can hear my main character Skye singing. The music is kind of messy and dark, which mimics the confused state Skye’s mind was often in. The lyrics could be grabbed right out of Skye’s thoughts. She’s sick of her job, sick of her clients, and has these dark fantasies that she can’t seem to control.

The first line in the song is, “A terrible thought has moved into my mind…” That sets the stage for Skye’s entire dilemma. The tone of Poe’s voice when she sings is, at times, reluctant acceptance, tinged with a bit of awe that this thought could have so easily taken over her mind.

At the end of the song, her father’s voice breaks in. (Poe’s real father, taken from recordings he’d made before he died.) He says, “What is your greatest worry because you seem to be worried all the time?” That is something Skye’s hippie father would have asked. Poe answers, “Sometimes I can’t hear myself think,” which is how Skye often feels, with her clients constantly needling at her.

This song could definitely be the background music for The Cutting Edge. You can read the lyrics at: http://www.lyricsdepot.com/poe/terrible-thought.html

You can hear a clip of the song on Amazon here: http://www.amazon.com/Terrible-Thought/dp/B0026GFB3C/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=dmusic&qid=1291912523&sr=1-1

Poe is not well known enough to have many YouTube videos. I could not find one with this particular song. However, if you want to see her performing a different song – Control – at an outdoor concert in RI, you can watch this video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1rkhp71j7VY&feature=related

So there ya go. The Cutting Edge at Amazon today. Can’t wait, or you buy through Smashwords? Here’s the link over there.

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18 Dec

Susan’s Book Coveting: A Visit From the Goon Squad

Thanks to the lovely Janet Reid, I discovered Jennifer Egan’s A Visit From the Goon Squad.

It’s yet another rock and roll book I totally need… Here’s the blurb:

Jennifer Egans spellbinding interlocking narratives circle the lives of Bennie Salazar, an aging former punk rocker and record executive, and Sasha, the passionate, troubled young woman he employs. Although Bennie and Sasha never discover each others pasts, the reader does, in intimate detail, along with the secret lives of a host of other characters whose paths intersect with theirs, over many years, in locales as varied as New York, San Francisco, Naples, and Africa.

We first meet Sasha in her mid-thirties, on her therapists couch in New York City, confronting her long-standing compulsion to steal. Later, we learn the genesis of her turmoil when we see her as the child of a violent marriage, then as a runaway living in Naples, then as a college student trying to avert the suicidal impulses of her best friend. We plunge into the hidden yearnings and disappointments of her uncle, an art historian stuck in a dead marriage, who travels to Naples to extract Sasha from the citys demimonde and experiences an epiphany of his own while staring at a sculpture of Orpheus and Eurydice in the Museo Nazionale. We meet Bennie Salazar at the melancholy nadir of his adult lifedivorced, struggling to connect with his nine-year-old son, listening to a washed-up band in the basement of a suburban houseand then revisit him in 1979, at the height of his youth, shy and tender, reveling in San Franciscos punk scene as he discovers his ardor for rock and roll and his gift for spotting talent. We learn what became of his high school gangwho thrived and who falteredand we encounter Lou Kline, Bennies catastrophically careless mentor, along with the lovers and children left behind in the wake of Lous far-flung sexual conquests and meteoric rise and fall.

A Visit from the Goon Squad is a book about the interplay of time and music, about survival, about the stirrings and transformations set inexorably in motion by even the most passing conjunction of our fates. In a breathtaking array of styles and tones ranging from tragedy to satire to PowerPoint, Egan captures the undertow of self-destruction that we all must either master or succumb to; the basic human hunger for redemption; and the universal tendency to reach for bothand escape the merciless progress of timein the transporting realms of art and music. Sly, startling, exhilarating work from one of our boldest writers.

Bring it ON, boys and girls! Or publicists or whoever can hook me up…

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16 Dec

Roadie Poet: Handy

November and December both turned into horrible months for me. For those of you looking to join in the Musical Hanukkah Celebration, fear not. There’s more to come. In fact, here’s some Roadie Poet.

About a month ago,
call came in.

We’d be in Denver anyway.
That makes us handy,
I guess.

They also want the best.
Seems Walter Cichewski is gonna do a show
A tie-in
With this Musical Holiday Thing.
ShapeShifter’s baby.

You’ve heard of it.

Me, Hambone, More.
We’re only some of the crew they want.

We’re handy.
And we’re damn good at what we do.

This ain’t a paid gig.
It won’t tie us up all day.
Just for the show.
Plenty of time for us to rest up.

We’d be off anyway.
And
We’re handy.

Remember, Musical Hanukkah left this blog and entered the real world this year. Buy my books between now and December 31, or use this link and make a direct donation to the Mr. Holland’s Opus Foundation in the West of Mars name. You’ll get a prize or two for the direct donation. Just remember who gets the real prizes: kids who otherwise wouldn’t get to make music. Help tomorrow’s musical stars, will ya?

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08 Dec

Susan’s Book Coveting: Fall to Pieces

How can I NOT be fascinated with Scott Weiland??? The drugs, the success, the way it’s all played out in public… Of COURSE I want to know more.

Now, I can. Scott’s wife (do you believe she’s stayed by his side through all this? Good for her; I know it can’t have been easy) has a new book out, called Fall To Pieces. Go figure, but I really dig that Velvet Revolver song.

And yep, you know I need to read it, even though it covers more than her life with Scott. It’s a personal journey, as well.

I continue to drool…

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06 Dec

DMH Fiction: Maccabee

Yeah, tonight’s the Monday during Hanukkah and by rights, I ought to be bringing you the Musical Hanukkah Celebration. But there’s still more pre-celebration stuff to post, and hey, it’s fiction. Time’s flexible in fiction.

Fozzy held it out to Scott. One drawing, done. Complete with color. Every line perfect.

That’s how it went with Fozzy. He didn’t do things half-assed. That’s what made it worthwhile having him in the band. As far as lead guitarists went, he wasn’t the best out there, but he could hold his own among pretty much the rest of the pack.

“Go on. Take a better look,” Fozzy said.

Scott set his DS down on the couch beside him and took the drawing. A big building filled the background; it had a giant Jewish star on the front. Scott guessed that was supposed to be the Temple that got fought over in the Chanukiah story. It was so big and dominating, it was hard to look at the people in front, dressed in the usual short, white tunics and sandals with the gay straps that wrapped around the leg up to the knee.

“Them’s the Maccabee people,” Fozzy said, pointing to them. He picked up the paper Scott had handed him. “See? They’re right here. Headed off to war.”

Scott studied them. “They have the Hatchet.”

“Yeah.”

“You know they lost the war?”

“That’s what those papers said,” Fozzy said. He pulled on his earlobe. “But they won in the end, right? People remember ‘em for trying. They got a holiday out of it. The Hatchet’s never been part of a holiday before.”

The DS beeped, but Scott ignored it. “I think we nailed this motherfucker.”

Fozzy bobbed his head, his wheat-brown curls exaggerating the movement. “The Hatchet comes through again.”

“Who knew the Maccabees had such an ally?”

“Then why’d they lose?”

“It’s a better story if they do,” Scott said.

Fozzy scrunched up his face, trying to make sense of that.

Scott left him. He wasn’t a fan of history, either, but trying to explain this to Fozzy would only make both their brains hurt. It was enough that the special t-shirt for the Musical Hanukkah thing had Judah Maccabee marching into battle, carrying the Deadly Metal Hatchet.

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03 Dec

Featured New Release: Amy Ruttan’s Gladiator’s Revenge

Amy Ruttan and I have been blog friends for years now. So long, I’ve watched her quit her day job, get pregnant with a third kid, HAVE said kid, and celebrate said kid’s first birthday. Not to mention the books she’s written and gotten out into the world.

So why hasn’t she stopped in for a Featured New Release sooner?

I do not know.

Let’s focus instead on the fact that she’s here NOW. And she has a new release to talk about: Gladiator’s Revenge.

Here’s the blurb:

Taranis had one thing on his mind since the Romans enslaved him. Revenge. Until he laid eyes on the innocent beauty of Lavina, a daughter of his enemy. It was then that he knew how to wreak revenge against those who’d wronged him—by taking one of Rome’s daughters, over and over again.

Lavina is humiliated by the decadence, greed and violence of Rome. When she meets the gaze of the condemned gladiator across the Circus Maximus, he stirs a deep yearning in her heart, but it is not meant to be. She is destined to marry a man who’s soul is as black as night.

On a whim, Emperor Nero grants Taranis freedom with his choice of a wife. Taranis chooses Lavina, much to the horror of her parents. Only Lavina is not disgusted by this prospect and revels in Taranis’ touch. He finds himself caring for and falling in love with the little Roman.

Yet, a shadow falls on their happiness and soon Lavina will have to choose between her home and her heart.

Ooh, Amy! Ancient Rome!

So… what song makes her think of her book?

The band is called ES Posthumus. I’ve never heard of them, but it’s playing as I type. It’s gorgeous. Definitely a band to explore more deeply. This could be a movie soundtrack, folks. Oh, I love it!

I can see why Amy chose it, but here’s her reasoning in her own words:

I find the song powerful. It builds up dramatically and it evokes the feeling of someone betrayed rising up and taking control of their life again. Taranis, my hero, is a slave or Rome and he wants revenge on those who wronged him, but he forgets about revenge when he finds love with the heroine Lavina. When Rome tries to take her away, he fights back to save her.

Wow! Go get this book, gang! It’s a release from Ellora’s Cave, so you know that means it’ll be sexy sexy.

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