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Thursday, May 19, 2011
LJ HOLMES PRESENTS AHOISHMAHIR AND KIRA FIREBIRD
They think we are legends,
myths,
mysteries from the past.
Here on the whispers of the wind,
gone by the burn of Nature's unrest.
You hear
our echoes, drown through the
corridors of the past...
and wonder. Here today, gone tomorrow...
our mysteries continue to elude.
Are we real or are we magic? Here today, and yesterday. You feel
our cries in the wails of the sky, and absorb
our heartbeats in the trebles of Nature's discontent.
I am Ahosishmahir,
and she is my Suprémiessa, Kira Firebird.
Is she of your time,
is she of mine,
or is she of all time?
I am Ahoishmahir and we are coming. Be Prepared.
April 2012 legend crashes through the veils of time.
ECHOES FROM THE PAST by L.J. Holmes is coming from
Muse Publishing, Inc.
Stay turned for more clues to what the world will soon discover.
Soon, Ahoishmahir and his beautiful Kira Firebird will return to entice you with more from the world we all believe is nothing more than tales on the lips of history.
But change is coming. Will the modern world be ready? Will you?
ECHOES FROM THE PAST...coming very soon. Be prepared.
Friday, May 13, 2011
MY NAME IS DARIA AND I WANT TO BE BORN
Hi,
My name is Daria, and I really want to be born.
Don't know if I'm going to be. I've been trying for a while now, but never quite get there.
Sad because I really do want to be born. I'm not sure what it is about life that I expect to be so wonderful,
there's just so MUCH for adult women in Rome to do...not really, but I still want to be born.
Do you think, maybe if I tell you a little bit about me and the existence I have prior to the date I want to be born into it might help?
My creator and her Mum adore the me they've created, and I must say, that's really nice, but so far hasn't helped me get born.
Okay...here's my story. Again, I am Daria, and I live in Rome. In Rome time my birth year is 59 AD.
Nero was the Emperor. I heard he was a really lousy fiddle player. I sort of doubt anyone has the courage to actually tell him that though.
I heard rumors, while eavesdropping on my father's conversations, that Nero is considered a fat pig, but he remained fiddling until I was, I guess about eight.
Personally, I think his enemies, and he had many, killed him. So does my father, but just like everyone thinking he was a lousy fiddler, the cause of Nero's death gets passed on as a whisper.
A couple of pretenders usurped the position of emperor before
Vesapasin took over. For a political head honcho of our time, he lasted a really long time, ten unbelievable years.
My father Ovid is a typical Roman man who happens to be a successful upper crust citizen. He spent a LOT of time posing for this bust. I never understood why. It made him look silly, at least to me.
We live well and have my least favorite things, slaves, but I'm getting ahead of myself.
My mother, like father, is typical for the time. Born to well pocketed parents, she is your average, run-of-the-mill Roman wife. She loves her jewelry, that's for sure, but I think she also loves me.
I am close to her, or as close as family members are allowed to be in Rome of 59 AD and on.
Here's a picture of me with my mother. I'm probably about five maybe six here. Roman's didn't bother with many paintings of the offspring. I think because we are considered more a liability until we get old enough to either become an asset, like selling us into marriage, or a cause for personal prestige...like a son who comports himself well in battle.
I'm a girl...I did mention that didn't I? A future commodity to be sold to the one with the best marriage contract price when the time comes. Would I sound odd if I said I hope that time never comes? I know, I know, a woman's only aspiration is to be a wife and mother. Yep, I am soooo odd!
Somehow I managed to make it to the spinsterly age of 20, and seeing how Roman men treat their women, I am taking great joy in having evaded any one's marital eye. There are obviously advantages to being unusually unattractive looking in Rome.
See what I mean? I just don't look Roman enough I guess.
Anyway, back to my purpose for being here...I have to hurry and finish this. My father has invited some cretin visiting from Pompeii for dinner tonight and I must attend...status and the obedience thing.
So before I am forced to mind myself before this person named...oh, and can you believe the arrogance of this man's parents naming him Titus like he belongs in the same class as Vespasian's son and heir...Great Juno, I really hope I'll be born soon.
Roman fathers can be so ridiculous in naming their male children can't they?
Well there you have my story. I am Daria, and I really want to be born.
My name is Daria, and I really want to be born.
Don't know if I'm going to be. I've been trying for a while now, but never quite get there.
Sad because I really do want to be born. I'm not sure what it is about life that I expect to be so wonderful,
there's just so MUCH for adult women in Rome to do...not really, but I still want to be born.
Do you think, maybe if I tell you a little bit about me and the existence I have prior to the date I want to be born into it might help?
My creator and her Mum adore the me they've created, and I must say, that's really nice, but so far hasn't helped me get born.
Okay...here's my story. Again, I am Daria, and I live in Rome. In Rome time my birth year is 59 AD.
Nero was the Emperor. I heard he was a really lousy fiddle player. I sort of doubt anyone has the courage to actually tell him that though.
I heard rumors, while eavesdropping on my father's conversations, that Nero is considered a fat pig, but he remained fiddling until I was, I guess about eight.
Personally, I think his enemies, and he had many, killed him. So does my father, but just like everyone thinking he was a lousy fiddler, the cause of Nero's death gets passed on as a whisper.
A couple of pretenders usurped the position of emperor before
Vesapasin took over. For a political head honcho of our time, he lasted a really long time, ten unbelievable years.
My father Ovid is a typical Roman man who happens to be a successful upper crust citizen. He spent a LOT of time posing for this bust. I never understood why. It made him look silly, at least to me.
We live well and have my least favorite things, slaves, but I'm getting ahead of myself.
My mother, like father, is typical for the time. Born to well pocketed parents, she is your average, run-of-the-mill Roman wife. She loves her jewelry, that's for sure, but I think she also loves me.
I am close to her, or as close as family members are allowed to be in Rome of 59 AD and on.
Here's a picture of me with my mother. I'm probably about five maybe six here. Roman's didn't bother with many paintings of the offspring. I think because we are considered more a liability until we get old enough to either become an asset, like selling us into marriage, or a cause for personal prestige...like a son who comports himself well in battle.
I'm a girl...I did mention that didn't I? A future commodity to be sold to the one with the best marriage contract price when the time comes. Would I sound odd if I said I hope that time never comes? I know, I know, a woman's only aspiration is to be a wife and mother. Yep, I am soooo odd!
Somehow I managed to make it to the spinsterly age of 20, and seeing how Roman men treat their women, I am taking great joy in having evaded any one's marital eye. There are obviously advantages to being unusually unattractive looking in Rome.
See what I mean? I just don't look Roman enough I guess.
Anyway, back to my purpose for being here...I have to hurry and finish this. My father has invited some cretin visiting from Pompeii for dinner tonight and I must attend...status and the obedience thing.
So before I am forced to mind myself before this person named...oh, and can you believe the arrogance of this man's parents naming him Titus like he belongs in the same class as Vespasian's son and heir...Great Juno, I really hope I'll be born soon.
Roman fathers can be so ridiculous in naming their male children can't they?
Well there you have my story. I am Daria, and I really want to be born.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
TWILIGHT COMES Interview
I am Gray Matter. Welcome to My Blog.
I want to thank L.J. Holmes for agreeing to guest on my blog today. Getting this woman to come and brag about herself is the toughest job I’ve faced in a very long time. Of
course it may be because I really want to get all the nitty gritty on her May 6th release…yep, tomorrow…from the Muse It Up Publishing wing of Muse Publishing, Inc.
course it may be because I really want to get all the nitty gritty on her May 6th release…yep, tomorrow…from the Muse It Up Publishing wing of Muse Publishing, Inc.
I want to thank you for finally letting me pressure you into this, L.J.
You got me to agree to this before I knew what I was saying yes to.
Your daughter clued me in to that little trick.
She does have her wicked moments.
What is the name of your book?
Twilight Comes and I’ll save you from having to ask me about the cover. The cover is phenomenal and was done by Muse Publishing, Inc. Cover Art Goddess, Delilah K. Stephans. This is one of my absolute favorite covers which is saying a lot since the story is one of my least comfortable ones.
Tell us about it.
Must I?
Why are you so reluctant to talk about it?
Sometimes your inner storyteller makes you write a story even if you really don’t want to, and then there’s another part of you that ignores your wiser half submitting that same story against every last nerve inside you.
I actually did not expect this story to get contracted, yet Nudge, my inner pain in my Comfort Zone insisted it be written.
What makes it so uncomfortable for you?
There are stories about life without the rose colored glasses that make you cringe. They make you cringe when you hear about them on the news. They make you cringe when you learn someone you’ve known all your life may be a part of the root cause for your cringing. And you cringe when you find in one of your writing frenzies, you’ve actually committed such a story to your bastion of fiction…except deep inside you know bits of it are all too real...out there, away from the diffused world of fictional publishing.
Intellectually I know every theme has its place. This story is very well written, and I don’t say that to pat myself on the back. I say it because if it weren’t well written it would not make my skin want to recede and my heart recoil.
Will you tell us what the story is about?
The best description I can give it is that it’s about secrets…secrets families keep that can never stay buried forever. Something will tip the balance over and out will pour the venom.
The venom has to come out for any real humanity to find an ember to build on, but it’s still not a pleasant journey.
The venom has to come out for any real humanity to find an ember to build on, but it’s still not a pleasant journey.
What will you do? You’ve written it, it’s been published, and is about to be released?
I’ll do what needs to be done. I have already done a Stationary Trailer for it, and have spread the word as much as possible. I am not comfortable with the core, but as I said, it is a very well written story. I cannot deny my Nudge’s skills in pulling at the deepest emotions and making the reader feel. Maybe that is the best thing I can say about this story; you will not walk away untouched.
If we are not impacted by what we read in some way, are we really achieving the best as authors? Passion has many sides…not all of them are pleasant. A serial murderer has a passion for the taking of life. Does that passion make me feel the same joy when I look at it? No, but I DO feel something powerful.
That is true. Thank you, L.J. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and telling us about your new release TWILIGHT COMES from Muse It Up Publishing this coming Friday.
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