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MY BOOKS

1.) PROPHET FROM THE MOON

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Alyssira “Aly” Beaulieu had a full ride to college, a loving grandmother, and a troubled older sister to take care of. Then the bombs fell.

Three hundred years after the destruction, she awakes in the streets of an unfamiliar Boston in a whole new body. Lost and buffeted by shock, she searches for help but instead ends up in the hands of the city’s most dangerous gang.

A strange boy who goes by the name of Prophet from the Moon rescues Aly and leads her to his home, a compound of soldiers led by an ambitious young captain and her handsome lieutenant.

Aly has only one goal: to survive. She imagines a second chance at life in the refuge, falling in love, training as a soldier, and becoming an older sister to Prophet.

But a cosmic entity threatens her dreams when it reveals she is part of an order of intergalactic guardians called Curators, souls of the dead infused into supernatural bodies. It instructs her to cross a perilous wasteland to Toronto to find a journal capable of stopping elites living in cities on the Moon from selling Earth to an alien race within ten years.

But the captain plans to attack the compound’s enemies and needs Aly’s help, too. Now loyal to her new family, Aly must decide whether to fight for her compound’s future or abandon her loved ones to fulfill her purpose as Curator of Earth.

READ CHAPTER ONE HERE!

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The Awesome Abstract Art Used in My Twitter Timeline

Hello Dear Readers,

I’ve written a BOOK and it’s called PROPHET FROM THE MOON (THE MOON’S EDGE, #1)!

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I’m calm on the outside but my insides are EXCITED!

This book’s journey is five years long from conception to the final edits. You can read the description and first chapter HERE!  My pen name is Dasist Winter.

Because I want to people to read, rate, and comment on my book, I have to promote my baby on Twitter.

To do that, I picked abstract artwork from artists who inspired my imagination and ignited my desires to write.

I want to give them credit so here’s the list. Enjoy their work!

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Agnes Cecile

Thoughts on Cecile: I love the intensity radiating behind her eyes; almost gives me goosebumps. You know she’s been through shit, seen enough, and won’t let anyone stand in her way. This woman is a freaking powerhouse, ready to conquer the world. I want to write a story just for her.

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Unknown 1

Thoughts on Unknown 1: Unfortunately, I couldn’t find the artist behind this picture, but I put a link where you can find the image. Her purples eyes grabbed me instantly, and she’s simply beautiful. What’s her story? Hmmm.

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TheBoyofCheese 

Thoughts on BoyofCheese: I used to LOVE the color purple. When I say love, I mean I was obsessed with the color, buying purple clothes, accessories, and notebooks. Right now my favorite color is red, but that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate this beauty of a purple dream. What’s the sad story hidden in this girl’s eyes?

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Karol Bak

Thoughts on Bak: Welcome to a world of pure fantasy. This piece transported me to an epic land where magic reigns supreme and fearsome power awaits anyone brave enough to find it. She will definitely be a powerful character in whatever fantasy adventure I create.

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Unknown 2

Thoughts on Unknown 2: Here’s another piece with an unknown artist. I chose this one because it translates into pure bad-assery. Seriously.

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Januz Miralles

Thoughts on Miralles: The blacks and grays of this image soothe my soul. I feel like I’m floating amoung the clouds, undisturbed by the world raging around me.

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Gabriel Moreno

Thoughts on Moreno: Yes, child! Give me red  and orange all day. This woman’s hypnotizing gaze has me falling in love already. Do not mess with her heart!

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Ignacio Bazan Lazcano

Thoughts on Lazcano: Okay, so this isn’t abstract art but I ADORE this post-apocalyptic picture featuring two bad-ass women ready to ride the wastelands with their cool bikes. Yes, I was a big fan of MAD MAX: FURY ROAD. Also, this image is definitely happening in THE MOON’S EDGE #2.

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Cane Dojcilovic

Thoughts on Dojcilovic: I enjoy mash-ups of science fiction and fantasy and this artwork does it for me in an impressive way. Here, I get an android with super powers ready to take over all our minds if our hero/heroine doesn’t step in to stop it. I want to use her in a future WIP.

 

Which piece did you like and why? I’d love to hear your thoughts!

Please be sure to head over to Amazon and read my BOOK for FREE on Amazon Unlimited!

Stay cool,

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Feeding on Rejection, Criticism, and Reality Checks

This is how it goes. I submitted a short story to a horror magazine last month and received a response about four days later. Before I clicked open the email, I knew it’d be a rejection, and lo and behold, it was a rejection. I promptly dropped it into my Rejections Folder, bringing the count up to 63 big fat NOs from literary agents and magazines.

Now, some might say I brought the rejection to myself for calling it out. Negative. As a writer, I’ve learned to expect rejection 99% of the time and hope for a positive response 1% of the time. It’s not that I think I’m a shitty writer, or else I would’ve quit torturing myself years ago and slide into living a more normal and stable life like most people. You know, be happy.

But I can’t quit writing because a powerful spirit of creation possesses my body: I must write, create, or I die. I’m totally seriously. This is deeper than a calling. It’s like having a second heart. Kill it and my real heart will die soon after. Try to take it away from me and I’ll cut you off cold. Writing has been with me for twenty-one years. Guess who will win in a relationship? Yes, that’s right.

I live in a passionate hell of my own making: it burns, but the flames are never hot enough to destroy me. Sometimes the flames purify me before they go back to burning again. And so I keep writing and grinding hard to get my work published.

Each literary rejection I receive adds a layer of steel around my heart where now even the criticisms, both helpful and painful, I receive from people in situations unrelated to writing have a minuscule effect on me.

I used to be a highly sensitive person with a raging temper who would chew your head off if you offended me. My response to heated environments would turn me into a twister of dramatic outbursts, rushing to make a series of bad decisions based on my current emotional state. In short, I was a walking bomb of rage, ready to explode at the slightest mean poke.

When I received my first batch of rejections, I wanted to throw my laptop out the window and eat a carton of ice cream to heal my scorched soul. The second and third wave of rejections forced me to work harder to improve my craft, read, write more, edit, rinse and repeat. By the fourth and fifth wave, I knew and understood why I was rejected and simply worked on fixing that.

This is what goes through my head now when I receive a rejection:

Oh, I probably should’ve done this and that, or my style doesn’t suit their tastes. Ok, back at it to do some edits or find new people to submit.

I get a small prick in my chest, of course, because I’m human, but I’m no longer devastated or start cursing everything aside from that one obligatory ah, f**k. My hardened writer mindset propels me forward so I don’t stay stuck in a haze of self-pity or low self-esteem.

I don’t have time for that. There’s writing, editing, reading, and learning to be done, and I, unfortunately, don’t have an android version of myself to do it all. It can be hard and frustrating, but I’ve got to do it anyway.

They say writing to get published is a long waiting game, but for me, it’s also a race against myself. How can I be better than my old self in terms of writing speed, quality, word choice, characterization, pacing, tension, and making a reader laugh out loud or get teary-eyed?

The truth is that this race never ends. I’ve signed up for a lifetime journey of self-discovery, pushing my limits, and experiencing the amazing exhilaration of bringing worlds and characters to life.

All the negatives that come with writing—the self-isolation, neurosis, deadlines, rainstorm of rejections and critiques, and so on—can’t compete with the deep self-satisfaction, self-affirmation, and, definitely for my case, the pure thrill of creating.

Sometimes it’s beyond logic and reason, beyond getting published, beyond living forever in your books; it’s knowing exactly why you exist despite what everyone and everything believes and suggests.

And so it goes like this. I feed on rejections, the criticisms, and the occasional harsh reality checks. I don’t ignore them, though. That’s different and unwise. I use them as fertilizer to help my craft grow into a robust green garden full of vitality and beauty.

As a writer, creative, or any person pursuing a project with an insane passion, we can’t let the failures and defeats snuff us out from under the soles of their feet. We push back, get ourselves back up and running again, and seek to learn more. Always. Because what doesn’t kill us shouldn’t only make us stronger, it should make us smarter so that the same old shit doesn’t keep happening again.

And while rejections are important for growth, victories are still better. And that’s what I want. Victory.

What’s your experience with rejection or criticism? Would love to hear your thoughts!

Stay amazing,

Samantha

Featured Image credit: by Park Pyeongjun via totorrl0107