Monday, 2 November 2009

Over The Moon to welcome LK Hunsaker and 'Off The Moon!'


I'm delighted to welcome my chum LK Hunsaker to Home Thoughts today! She always has something fascinating and thought-provoking to say about the writing process, so I know you'll enjoy her post. Don't forget to leave her a comment or a question - discussion is welcomed and encouraged!

Hi Jane! Thanks for hosting me here in your blog!

Since you’re a fellow music and art lover, I thought I’d talk today about Artistic Vision and Creative Doubt.

All art is subjective, and that includes music. As writers, we know how easy it is for doubt to creep in about our work. Some days, we can nearly believe we’re up there with Margaret Mitchell and John Irving, and other days, we can think our pages are good for nothing but fire-starting fodder. It’s the life of an artist.

Some of us listen mainly to rock or pop, others country, others classical or opera. We may prefer Van Gogh or Whistler or Picasso. Even within the same genre interests, we can disagree about what’s quality work or garbage. With no better definite mark to determine how we’re doing, we often turn to monetary success as a judgment factor. But is it? If not, how do we know? If we get an “I couldn’t put it down!” review one day from one reader and an “I can’t believe I spent money on this” review the next day from a different reader about the same book, who do we believe?

Ryan Reynauld, the hero (or rather, anti-hero who must learn to be a hero) of Off The Moon is nicknamed “Riveting” Ryan by a journalist. The name sticks, although it annoys him. He’s in the prime of his music career when the story starts, successful enough to need a bodyguard as he wanders New York City whenever he’ll be anywhere someone might expect him to be. Ryan’s great at promo and keeping his name in the media with outrageous antics. At other times, he’s a rather reluctant pop star. He doesn’t like the commercialization of his music although that’s where the big money is, and he finds ways to escape from both his fans and his guard.

Ryan is a solo artist as well as a songwriter. He sings only his own music and there are hints throughout that writing means more to him than performing. He talks of his fans as a way to pay his bills. He has no guilt about accepting his female fans as they throw themselves at him and then walking away to the next tour city and different girls. As a songwriter, though, he’s also a true poet. He would never admit it while putting on his hard-core, nothing-gets-to-me act, but he tends to see the world through metaphor.

Ryan leaned back in the chair and stared at the edge of the table. The edge was darker than the surface, although it was the same glass. (chapter 20)

Simple things such as a glass table can push his thoughts into something much larger. Here, he focuses on the edge, which is a huge theme of the story. Edges stand for choices, a balance between safety and danger, a forked path. Ryan walks many edges throughout the story. One of the most important is with his music. He’s often accused of arrogance because he knows what he wants and he goes after it with a ton of promo and endless hours of work. His creative vision remains purely and deeply intact, although he has trouble with standing up for himself against his manager and label when they take too much control over his music.

Very much a two-sided character, Ryan himself can be seen as a metaphor of creative doubt. His halves are in constant flux, walking that edge between the money-making whatever-it-takes path and the more sensitive artistic poet side. He has days he knows his songs are among the best out there and days he considers not bothering to write because it’s all been said already and his music isn’t worth the time and energy it takes.

It’s a path all artists must cross or balance. Most of us writers will tell you how hard it is to promote our own work. Like Ryan, it’s not because we don’t believe in it – although there are days – but because it feels an antithesis of art. On the other hand, promotion can be an art in itself.

There’s always another hand. Much of it depends on what we choose to see.

Questions or insights? Leave them in the comments and I’ll get back with you! All who comment on this blog have a chance to win a so-far-unpublished short story related to Off The Moon. It will be printed, signed, and mailed at the end of the month so be sure your blog host can contact you. If you comment on at least eight of my blogs from the tour this month, you’re eligible to win a signed print copy of Off The Moon when it’s released.

Also, be sure to check my blog this month for Off The Moon related interviews, and find my website for more info, plus a free download of the beginnings of each of my novels:

Off The Moon
LK Hunsaker


' "Riveting" Ryan Reynauld is immersed in a world of music, parties, and temporary companionship. Having risen to the top of the pop charts, his biggest concern is objecting to the way his music is produced. That is, until he finds a young woman standing on a window ledge. Against the advice of family and friends, and through media attacks and fan protests, Ryan determines to care for her himself, making a promise that threatens to destroy his career.

Convincing the skittish girl she can learn to trust again comes with a steep price. Sometimes the path to recovery begins by allowing your world to implode.'

BUY 'OFF THE MOON' NOW!!

Elucidate Publishing
November 2009
Print ISBN 978-0-9825299-0-4
Ebook ISBN 978-0-9825299-1-1

Thanks again, Jane!

LK's next blog visit is about Traveling Fiction: Places In Story with Sue Perkins, Nov. 5.

For her full blog tour itinerary, visit Classic Romance Revival - and don't forget to leave her a comment, as one person from each blog will be drawn to receive a signed, mailed copy of the short story LK has written as a bit of a prequel to Off The Moon, called Toward The Sky. There will also be a signed print book drawing for anyone who comments on at least 8 blogs!

Things That go GRRR in the Night....

I don't 'do' Halloween, never have done, really. Well, not since I was knee-high to a supermarket overpriced-fake-blood-'n'-fangs display stand. But another reason I haven't been doing Halloween this year, anyway, is that I have had my own household spectre to deal with....

I call her The Grey Lady, cos that's a fairly ubiquitous title. There's lots of 'em about, and this old house has one of its very own. You can't miss her. She wanders the corridors on a daily basis, keeping, I might add, a somewhat erratic schedule. You cannot predict the hour of her appearance, though if pushed, I'd say any time in the early morning or between the hours of five and six p.m. are a pretty good bet.

You'll know her by her cries. Her anguish will unfailingly bring tears of sympathy and compassion to your eyes as she tries in vain to make contact with the outside world. Her wails of pain and distress have brought many a grown man to his knees. It's rumoured that her next victim will be a man of A Particular Engineering Persuasion, once she's lured him to her murky dominion with promises of tea and biscuits, that is.

Poor sod. He will not stand a chance.

Who is she? Why is her thirst for vengeance focused on this one profession? Was she once spurned by a chap wielding a metal ruler and a propelling pencil? Maybe she was once loved then disdainfully tossed aside by another fellow with a pssion for circuit boards and multi-coloured electrical wires? What kind of engineer left her to her cruel fate? And worse, what awful fate is in store for him, should he venture once more into her domain?

He will be sorry, for what awaits him is a right ear-bashing. And a bashing of his left one too, mark my words. Yes, he has spurned her, disgracefully so, for he has broken his promise, and we all know what happens to blokes who have foolishly got themselves in with Grey Ladies only to drop 'em like hot bricks at the last hurdle. Now he has but one chance to redeem himself, or face her terrible retribution. It's not looking good.

For he is an engineer of A Certain Once-Great British Communications Company, whose claims to provide the fastest and most reliable broadband service available have fallen well short of the mark. The poor sod who will shortly be summoned to the Richardson household as their representative to placate the Grey Lady is in for a tough time if the goods he produces are not to her liking.

For the Grey Lady is me, wandering endlessly between the bedroom and the top of the stairs, a-wailing and a-gnashing as I try to get a bloody signal, and uttering terrible curses as its faint traces die once more, usually right in the middle of publishing a blog post or trying to get a bit of Christmas shopping done at Amazon.

You can see what he's in for. He'd better watch out. This Grey Lady is One Seriously Pissed Off Phantom.

Wednesday, 23 September 2009

Cheese, Wine and Oliver - how's THAT for an interview?!

I'm interviewed at Sharon Donovan's Blog today. Swing by and find out a lot of things you never knew about me....as well as things you knew, but hoped you'd never have to think about again!

Sharon's fab, and as for her butler Oliver - well, the man is a legend!

It's a lot of fun, so see you there!

Friday, 18 September 2009

Mais Non, Mon Brave!


So, a friend signs up for a night-class. Italian for Beginners. They send her an information sheet. Guess what its for? French Conversation.
Il 'duh,' I think.

Travel as you've never travelled before....


Fabulous series of travel blogs going on at Lindsay's Romantics this week - all sorts from Savanna Kougar's amazing futuristic mind-travel, the still of a writer's house in Brittany, Paris as viewed from, um, another angle, and loads more to come. Get there and get travelling!

My piece Table For Two is all about the world's smallest but most romantic restaurant. See you there!

Thursday, 10 September 2009

HEA, TSTL and TTFN!

Speed on over to the Happily Ever After blog, where the lovely and ridiculously multi-talented Katie Reus is sharing some of her favourite writing acronyms.

Very funny!

Wednesday, 9 September 2009

Where Has This Woman BEEN??

She's been in major computer meltdown for the past week, that's where!

I dunno - one second it was all working fine, and the next, blam! Whole blooming thing stubbornly locked up, and no amount of pleading, cajoling or pretty pleeses made the slightest bit of difference.

Nix. Nada. Nowt. Niente. You get the picture.

Anyhoo....thanks to dearest bestest husband (knew I wed him for a reason) I appear to be back in the world of the cyber at last. Haven't lost too much data, a few bookmarked bits and some documents, and amazingly, didn't lose a scrap of work. Lucky!

So, give me a few days to clean up the glitches I discover only when I go to find something that isn't there, or do something that can't be done without another up-load, down-load or any-way-round-load, and I'll be back proper-like, blogging like a good 'un, and commenting on all my gorgeous fellow-bloggers' posts.

And in the meantime, it's back to the word-count. Which is coming along nicely, I might add....:).