Stick a fork in me…

Underneath is done! Next week sometime (technically my self-imposed deadline is Tuesday) it’ll go off to the copy editor. Then on Friday, the lovely and talented Bill Wadman and I will be visiting a local castle to shoot a cover photo. Then before you know it, it’ll be December 1, 2012, and Underneath will be waiting for you, beautifully covered and practically error free, on the virtual shelves. In the meantime, do want to know what it’s about? Because I really want to tell you.

Underneath is about revenge and torture and sword fighting. It’s about destiny, prophecy, true love and great sex. It’s about trolls. It’s about getting over your daddy issues, letting go of your secrets, and learning to trust your friends. It’s about water witches. It’s about deciding who you want to be, then risking everything to become that person. It’s about facing consequences, taking responsibility, and finally growing the hell up.

The blurb is a work in progress, but I’m too excited not to share it!

Four months ago, when the truth of her long-hidden heritage came to light, Tab Bennett reluctantly let go of her past and embraced her future as an Elvish princess on the cusp of her gifts and the edge of her destiny. She never asked for a fairy tale life, but as the daughter of the Dark King and the Light Queen, that’s exactly what she got.

Raised in exile away from the kingdom of the Inbetween, Tab has never even met the parents who ruined her life. Her mother is dead, but Tab’s father, Daniel, is alive and well, the mad ruler of the kingdom Underneath. He’s made it clear he wants to meet her, and now that she knows all the sadness and heartache in her life can be traced directly to the Dark king’s door, Tab wants to meet him too. After all, it’s because of him that the first twenty-five years of her life were a lie. It’s his fault she gave her heart to Robbin when she should have been saving it for Alex, the prince who is destined to be her Homecoming. But, most importantly, King Daniel is the one responsible for her mother’s suicide and her sisters’ murders.

Tab wants justice – but she’ll settle for revenge and Finnegan Blackthorn, an Elvish warrior with secrets of his own, is going to help her get it. Together, they’ll embark on the dangerous journey to her father’s stronghold in the kingdom Underneath. But once she’s there, far away from the Light in which she was raised, Tab will be forced to confront the seductive nature of Darkness and her own potential to truly become her father’s daughter.

So what do you think? Curious? Excited? Intrigued? I hope so. See that you stay that way.

In memorial

I remember exactly where I was 11 years ago today when I heard about the plane that hit the World Trade Center (walking up the stairs at a subway station in Times Square with my roommate Tonya) and what I was doing when the Towers fell (standing in front of a TV in a coworkers office at Ballantine Books watching the news). I remember the shell-shocked look on the faces of other New Yorkers as we made the long march uptown to my friend’s mother’s apartment (thanks Mrs. Durden, where ever you are). I remember nights and nights of watching the news until finally we couldn’t stand to watch the news anymore. I remember sitting in stunned silence, wondering what I would do if the north star of my life – the simple belief that people are basically good – was a naive dream.

You want to know what made me think that maybe, just maybe, we were going to be OK? It was two things. The first thing were the stories of bravery and selflessness that started to come out. The cops and firemen who ran in when everyone else was running out and the  ordinary people who instead of running from their desks, shoving co-workers out of the way as they raced down the stairs, stayed to help others get to safety and the people on Flight 93. I am incredibly thankful to all them for keeping my dream alive, for proving that many – most – people are good in the most elemental and important ways.

The second thing was Jon Stewart. The speech he gave when the Daily Show returned on September 20, 2001 remains one of the most moving things I’ve ever heard. So raw and emotional, so honest and good. So hopeful in a time when hope was a scarce commodity.

I’ve pasted it in here for you to read. But get a tissue first.

From the Daily Show
September 20, 2001 by Jon Stewart

Good evening and welcome to the Daily Show. We are back. This is our first show since the tragedy in New York City and there is really no other way to start the show then to ask you at home the question that we asked the audience here tonight and that we’ve asked everybody we know here in New York since September 11, and that is, “Are you okay?” And we pray that you are and that your family is.

I’m sorry to do this to you. It’s another entertainment show beginning with an overwrought speech of a shaken host–and television is nothing if not redundant. So I apologize for that. Its something that, unfortunately, we do for ourselves so that we can drain whatever abscess is in our hearts and move on to the business of making you laugh, which we haven’t been able to do very effectively lately. Everyone has checked in already. I know we are late. I’m sure we are getting in just under the wire before the cast of Survivor offers their insight into what to do in these situations. They said to get back to work. There were no jobs open for a man in the fetal position under his desk crying. . . which I gladly would have taken. So I come back here and tonight’s show is not obviously a regular show. We looked through the vault and found some clips that we think will make you smile, which is really what’s necessary, I think, right about now.

A lot of folks have asked me, “What are you going to do when you get back? What are you going to say? I mean, jeez, what a terrible thing to have to do.” And you know, I don’t see it as a burden at all. I see it as a privilege. I see it as a privilege and everyone here does. The show in general we feel like is a privilege. Even the idea that we can sit in the back of the country and make wise cracks. . . which is really what we do. We sit in the back and throw spitballs–but never forgetting that it is a luxury in this country that allows us to do that. That is, a country that allows for open satire, and I know that sounds basic and it sounds like it goes without saying. But that’s really what this whole situation is about. It’s the difference between closed and open. The difference between free and. . . burdened. And we don’t take that for granted here, by any stretch of the imagination. And our show has changed. I don’t doubt that. And what it has become I don’t know. “Subliminible” is not a punchline anymore. Someday it will become that again, Lord willing it will become that again, because it means that we have ridden out the storm.

The main reason that I wanted to speak tonight is not to tell you what the show is going to be, not to tell you about all the incredibly brave people that are here in New York and in Washington and around the country, but we’ve had an unenduring pain, an unendurable pain and I just. . . I just wanted to tell you why I grieve–but why I don’t despair. (choking back tears) I’m sorry. . . (chuckles slightly) luckily we can edit this. . . (beats lightly on his desk, collects himself).

One of my first memories was of Martin Luther King being shot. I was five and if you wonder if this feeling will pass. . . (choked up). . . When I was five and he was shot, this is what I remember about it. I was in school in Trenton and they turned the lights off and we got to sit under our desks. . . and that was really cool. And they gave us cottage cheese, which was a cold lunch because there were riots, but we didn’t know that. We just thought, “My God! We get to sit under our desks and eat cottage cheese!” And that’s what I remember about it. And that was a tremendous test of this country’s fabric and this country has had many tests before that and after that.

The reason I don’t despair is that. . . this attack happened. It’s not a dream. But the aftermath of it, the recovery, is a dream realized. And that is Martin Luther King’s dream.

Whatever barriers we put up are gone. Even if it’s just momentary. We are judging people by not the color of their skin, but the content of their character. (pause) You know, all this talk about “These guys are criminal masterminds. They got together and their extraordinary guile and their wit and their skill. . .” It’s all a lie. Any fool can blow something up. Any fool can destroy. But to see these guys, these firefighters and these policemen and people from all over the country, literally with buckets, rebuilding. . . that’s extraordinary. And that’s why we have already won. . . they can’t. . . it’s light. It’s democracy. They can’t shut that down.

They live in chaos. And chaos, it can’t sustain itself–it never could. It’s too easy and it’s too unsatisfying. The view. . . from my apartment. . . (choking up) was the World Trade Center.

Now it’s gone. They attacked it. This symbol of. . . of American ingenuity and strength. . . and labor and imagination and commerce and it’s gone. But you know what the view is now? The Statue of Liberty. . . the view from the south of Manhattan is the Statue of Liberty. . .

You can’t beat that. . .

Word Clouds

I have a fairly serious obsession with word clouds. I love the way they turn sentences into pictures and chapters into works of art. I love the way they take ideas, all serious and heavy and full of meaning, and turn them into soft wisps of air.

This is the word cloud for Underneath. It’s a veritable treasure trove of information if you know what you’re looking for. Here’s what sticks out for me:

  • the word said is the biggest word because I use it a lot. A lot. I like the word said – to me it’s where the story stops to take a breath.
  • unlike in the Inbetween word cloud (see below) Alex’s name is much bigger than Robbin’s but there’s only word in the whole cloud that’s bigger than Finn.
  • the phrases “blood magic” and “Dark Alex” and “see darkness turned.” Hmm…foreshadowing? Could be.

That’s the word cloud for Inbetween. In it, I see the aforementioned affinity for “said” and the phrases “love two” and “being both.” Although this cloud was generated randomly, those are pretty much the central themes of the book. I know! It’s like magic isn’t it?

On a Visit

Today I’m visiting with Jennifer over at giving thanks to the authors who taught me how to write urban fantasy.   Here’s what it’s all about.

A couple of years ago I decided I wanted to write a book about elves. I imagined it as your basic good versus evil, light versus dark, princess in disguise fantasy story with a beautiful heroine, a handsome prince, some unresolved daddy issues, and a quest for revenge. Easy breezy, I told myself. This won’t take any time at all…

The actual road to a completed manuscript was neither easy nor breezy but at the end of it I like to think I am a better writer for going over the bumps. Come on over and say hello.