Showing posts with label debt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label debt. Show all posts

Friday, March 28, 2014

Wherein I Discharge a Joyful Debt

Some debts are a great joy to carry. This has been one of them. Sophie Avett, in the midst of a blog tour with her new novel 'TWAS THE DARKEST NIGHT, took hours out of her schedule to introduce Isa, my heroine from NIGHTMARE INK, to the witchy seamstresses of Sinister Stitches! There's a link near the bottom of this post to enter a contest - I won't say what for. You'll have to look. But don't dawdle. The contest is only open until Monday night! 
 
 

My characters are either naked or dressed to kill. Given they’re all monsters stalking the city of New Gotham’s twisted, cracked, and cobbled streets, the criminal wardrobe is part of the job description. Rockabilly princesses, corpse brides, leather queens…my city is full of them. 
Where do they get their menacing threads?
There is a boutique hiding out between the fractured, narrow store-fronts lining the foggy docks. The shingles are ribbed and black. Washed, peeling paint and displays offer views into wicked leather and lace studded glam. The mannequins are ghoulish beauties stitched together from whatever was left from the last fool to cross one of the sinister witches.

Push open its shabby, frosted front door. Tiny white flakes of paint will pepper the wind like spectral dust. The minute you set heel onto waxy polished oak floors and step into the candelabra fire-light you know…

This is where the magic happens.
 
Welcome to Sinister Stitches
“…apparel for a wicked fairy tale.”
 
A spicy trinity of black magic sisters breathe star-dusted dreams to life with their gothic apparel boutique. They are schooled in the old ways of “fabric-bending” by the Needlewitches of old. With this knowledge, they’ve created an entire line of clothing that all share the same basic design element: one-size fits all. Each garment will magically tailor itself to its wearer once worn. There might be some “twirling” required, but a vampire’s steady hand should turn every wardrobe change into a stolen moment.
 
Care to take a peek at what the Sinister Stitches has to offer?

Check out some of the questionnaire Marcella Burnard’s Isa from Nightmare Ink was asked to fill out after she wandered into Sinister Stitches.
 
THE WITCHES WHO STITCH QUESTIONNAIRE

Please provide the witches with your name: Isa Romanchzyk
 
Please provide the witches with the following:
Hair Color: Black
Hair Length: [ ] Short and Sassy, [ ] Medium and Modern, [X] Lush and Long
Eye Color: Dark brown/black
Skin Tone: [ ] Ghoulish, [ ] Snow White, [X] Cina-baby, [ ] Mochalicious, [ ] Dark Chocolate,
[ ] Other:__________

Please provide the witches with your measurements and body-type.
a.) Height: 5’7”
b.) Body Type: [ ] Skeletal, [x] Lean and Tender, [ ] Lean and Tough, [ ] Ripe and Edible

Do you have any extra extremities? Place an “X” to all that apply.
[ ] Horns or [ ] Halo
[ ] 20 ft. of Hair or More
[ ] Gills and Fins or [ ] Hooves
[ ] Wings (Span:   )
[ ] Tail (How many:   )

How many heads do you have? NOT funny. One. Physically. I don’t care what *he* says. I’m still in the driver’s seat.

Do you have arms and legs? If so, how many? 
Yes, of course, but I don’t…*glances down at full body tattoo of winged demon* uhm. Usual number. For the moment.

How dead are you? [X] Living, [ ] Undead, [X] Astral Form – extra-planar travel as pertains to the working of magic. Can’t be helped.

What are you? (Species/Breed
No one really knows, right? I mean, genetically, we’re told we’re still human. Ish. But the fact that I draw things that come true … suggests more. And this guy? *Gestures to the gleaming emerald eye of her tattoo* He’s complicated.

What is the occasion? (Ideas include: Wedding, Funeral, Sabbath, etc. Oh, and seduction is a valid occasion. The more details, the better.)

Apparently, I’m to be used as a ‘key’ to open a door between worlds. I gather this will end in my demise, thus it’s likely to also be a family reunion of sorts. Unless you can do something that would turn away a silver knife blade? Or at worst, something my funeral director can wash the bloodstains from?

What’s the occasion setting? (Beach, haunted castle, grand ball, etc.)
The rusty, cold hold of a fishing boat/Astral (Otherworld, Dreamtime – whatever you’d like to call it.)

Will you be running for your life at some point in the evening? (Helps with shoe selection.)
No. I’d like to think so, but no. Chains are likely to figure into the restraint plan. My nemesis seems to have a limited imagination on that front.

Will you be set on fire? Better yet, will you be setting other people on fire?
How I wish I could set certain people afire. I can guarantee, however, that bolts of magic, including the odd curse, will be flung with malicious intent.

Will you be grave-robbing? (Dirt is a dressmaker’s tedium.)
No! Desecrate sacred ground?? Is that what you think of me?

Is your neck a dinner plate?
If the demon sewn to my skin is to be free, he must rip out my throat and take over my body. 

Life for life. So when we say ‘dinner plate’, think in terms of ‘last supper’.

Do you hope to be naked at some point in the evening? (All right, dirty birds. Such questions are actually intended toward the weres and shifters in regards to their transformations.)

Not on purpose.

Describe your last brush with Death in two sentences. (Helps us plan for the unexpected.)
Tortured and starved for six weeks, which is when the Living Tattoo was forced upon me with the intent of stealing my magic and my life. Spider Woman forbade my death.

Do you need a secret compartment for weapons, wands, tampons, etc.?
No. I have more than enough secrets, thanks.

What are your three favorite colors?
Black, black, dark gray. What? I grew up in a conservative household. My piercing artist tries to get me to wear other colors. I just don’t see the point.

What two colors rattle your kettle?
Light blue, white

Please pick a style that you feel embodies you the best. If none apply, feel free to surprise us by providing your own brilliant description in the “other” slot.
[ ] Rockabilly Starlet: This is for the spoonfuls of sugar. The good-natured and naughty girl next door types. Candy is the business and fairy tales are ultimate. More often than not, her head is in the clouds and her nose in the book. Our dreamers.
[ ] Leather Queen: This is for the warrior princesses. The type of girls who give boys a run for their money and wear tight jeans just watch the little vampires come undone. Hands for fighting and these heels for ass-kickings. Our protectors.
[ ] Medieval Mistress: This is for the no-nonsense girls. The ones who know better because they’re ten steps ahead. They’re schemers—they might be shy, or they might not be. More importantly, they’re selective. Our wisdom.
[ ] Gothic Dame: This for the mysteries. The ones no one can quite make heads or tails out off. She’s a mixture, a melting pot of sugar and sinister. She might be Rockabilly Starlet one day, or a Medieval Mistress other days. Our sisters.
[X] Other: Hard working, barely getting by tattoo artist and extra-planar traveler. Brought up in the Navajo Nation by a trio of elders who taught me healing, chant, and trance work. Other cultures say ‘shaman’. Special consultant to the Seattle Police Department’s Acts of Magic Unit.

Who is your favorite fairy tale villain?
No favorites. Monsters are real. I’ve known too many of them. Sometimes, I think I may be one.

If you could be any fairy tale princess, who would it be?
Is there a fairy tale princess of normal? I’d like that. To have people not be afraid of me or the magic. If only for a few minutes.

Now, tell us the twit you hate most.
So many choices… the one who kidnapped and tattooed me – Daniel. No. The monster tattooed on Daniel. No! My cousin Charlie. Oh yeah. He’s the one. All right. I admit it. If I could desecrate his grave? We’d be designing a very different dress.

Anything else you’d like to add…
I mentioned the demon tattooed to my hide. He’s sharing my living space – my psyche, my body, fighting me for control. You’d think I’d hate him. I don’t. He’s only looking for freedom. And maybe revenge. Thing is, if I lose control and he wins, people will die. A lot of people. Is it possible to design some kind of warning system into the clothing? While I’m me and throwing sparks of amber magic, the clothes stay one color?  But if his midnight dark magic takes over – I don’t know – can the clothes turn into a flashing DANGER sign?

After many barrels of chocolate, a dash of magic, and furious sewing…
Sinister Stitches’ Gothic Dame,
Madame Mari presents Isa’s Completed Dress
“Rebel Angel”

 

Spanish Jasmine, spectral dust and Bayou willow leaves circle the slender figure shrouded in the midst. Twin viceroy swallowtail wings stretch high over her back and the sweeping evergreen evening frock spun from clover and cannabis pales in comparison to the sheer utter majesty of true court: Welcome to Sinister Stitches, shugah. I’m Madame Mari. This is my little shop of sissorhands. Now then, let’s get with the stitchin’.

 
First, the outfit begins very simple. We’ve spun you a simple tight form-fitting asylum blouse. It’s woven from black sheep wool found right here in New Gotham and outfitted with a coating of specter dust. It should be stain resistant and offer a great deal of protection against things like...well, just about anything really. If it’s moving the speed of a bullet (or faster) it’ll pass right through body without leaving a scratch on your...or the threads.

Gillian the Candy Witch, and my beloved eldest, was in charge of your skirt. The mini-tutu petticoat skirt is fashioned from sable silk spun from black butterfly cocoons and brimstone crepe imported from The Veil. The fabric is light, soft, and slightly crinkled to give you that extra effortless sweet and sour silhouette. Expect two volume adding tiers with ruffled mesh frills at the hems.

As far as your query about a “danger sign,” all you need for that is an accessory, dear. 

Astrid, my daughter, got in touch with her friend, Elsa the Troll, from Bits and Pieces. Together, they scoured the goblin markets in search of just the thing. Pay special close attention to the beaded necklace, dear. 

While you’re in control, they will appear as mundane Neverland black pearls. In the event all...well, demon should break loose, they will glow white. That way everyone’s kettle is rattled and there’s a chance to save the day in time for tea.
 
We’ve paired the outfit with a pair of merfolk net stockings and my dear pup, Brenda, threw in your knee-high, patent leather hooker boots from Hellish Heels. According to her, one shouldn't stalk around hell on earth in anything else.

Here, take your dress box. No, no, it’s on the house, dear. You’ve made an old girl laugh and that’s worth the world to me. Come back and see us for tea, sometime. I’m sure, Brenda, would so love to share a snarky giggle or two.

IMPORTANT BULLETINS from THE PIXIES:

Fancy a tour of New Gotham? Check out New Gotham’s Survival Guide! It might save your life! (Link: http://sophieavett.weebly.com/new-gotham-bonus-content.html)

For more information about Sophie Avett’s New Gotham novels and Sinister Stitches series and recent release, ‘Twas the Darkest Night, please check out her website: http://www.sophieavett.weebly.com

For more information about Marcella Burnard and Isa’s adventures in Nightmare Ink, please check out her website: http://www.marcellaburnard.com/books.html

Image Credit(s): chaoss

Twas the Darkest Night
A New Gotham Novel
A Sinister Stiches Spin-off
Sophie Avett

Genre: Erotic Gothic Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Skeleton Key Publishing
Date of Publication:  March 15, 2014
Number of pages: est. 355 pages
Word Count:  est. 160, 000
Cover Artist: Elaina, For the Muse Designs

Book Description:
Remember the story about the troll who lived under the bridge—yes, well, that twit didn't have to pay rent.

Owner and operator of Bits and Pieces, and resident expert on charms and glamours, Elsa Karr is a witch with a sour frown and a list of things to do as long as Thor’s hammer. Top of the list is saving her father's shop from ruin. If she isn't trying to claw her way out of debt, she's arguing with her cat, Fenris, or shoveling carts of cake into her gob. She's not interested in romance or the vampire who rents the flat above her shop. All she wants is a little peace and chocolate--fine, all right! All right! The vampire is kind of screw all cute. (Curse him.)

The disgraced son and heir of the Wingates House vampire clan and a mad-man to boot, Marshall Ansley spends most of his time working and dodging his mother's phone calls. Marshall is beyond family. He's beyond everyone, actually. Don’t be daft, he especially doesn't do…Christmas. But behold, the plague brings an original flavor of annoyance this year when his boss tasks him with acquiring the account of a recluse fey and her upcoming Gothic clothing boutique, Sinister Stitches. That is the ONLY reason he's bothering with his shrewish landlord. No, that's it. No…really. Fine, if you insist, the witch might be a tad bit...all right, she's adorable. (Damn her.)
Scrooge meets Scrooge. Dominant meets Dominant. Tempers…spark. In each other, they may unfold a tale that only comes to pass on the darkest of nights.

 
About the Author:  Sophie Avett is kind of a nerd. Like not even one of the cute, hip ones everyone brags about nowadays. More like the socially awkward hippie who eats way too much bread and dreams about being a dragon from behind towers of mythology books. Um...yeah. Picture old, tattered paperbacks and comic books--mostly Batman and Wonder Woman--dwarfing a tiny desk, with just barely enough room for the troll who writes there and the 70 pound hell-hound that insists of laying it's wet nose on top of her bare foot.

Granted not the most exciting existence, but she tries to make up for it by writing romances populated with her own peculiar ilk of paranormal beasties.  Trolls, wyverns, the obscure Nordic brownie--she likes to keep things interesting. And bloody. (And mostly naked--but, we'll keep that bit between us.)

Sophie Avett loves to hear from her readers. (Hi, mom.) So if there's something on your mind, feel free to leave a message after the scream.

(Mom, seriously…you can just call me.)
Brimstone Pub, the Blog: http://thebrimstonepub.com/



Take a trip to New Gotham!
A paid vacation to New Gotham is an expensive affair. So, the ravens have decided to cover the cost of travel and fashion this delightful "Carriage Charm."
"Naked wizards and scheming vampires? Where do I sign?!" all the witches scream and random sparks of black magic crackle across the ceiling.
We're getting to that, dearies...
An Appointment for Tea with Mrs. Potts the Storymaven (aka Fairy Godmother) will require the use of the earrings the pixies have fashioned out of raven skulls, AKA, "Raven Ear-wings."

The baubles should land the winners in New Gotham's clock-tower square.  It could be that they do nothing at all. Or you might end up in oblivion. Good luck with that. The crickets will read about it in the papers, no doubt.
“What do I have to do?” everyone screams and waves their good silver stakes in the air. (Good girls.)

How to Win the Vacation of a Lifetime...
 
You have to fill out information in the Rafflecopter form at the bottom of the tour stops

Win a Dress from Sinister Stitches!
Sophie Avett's ravens have partnered with the Witches-Who-Stitch to offer a special prize. It’s a dress featured in Sophie’s upcoming release, ‘Twas the Darkest Night. The sinister witches made it special for Elsa but after many carts of cake offered to the trinity in sacrifice, they have agreed to stitch an exact replica for one lucky witch.
“What do I have to do?!” everyone screams and fails theirs arms like deranged daisies. (Just go with it.)
How to Win a Dress...
You have to sign up via the Rafflecopter form that will be posted at the bottom of each and every Sinister Stitches Tour Stop
At the end of Sophie Avett’s Bewitching Book Tours campaign (March 17 to March 31 2014) the ravens will announce a winner and gather that witch's measurements via email.
Well?
What are you waiting for?
Every girl needs a dress for a wicked fairy tale.
a Rafflecopter giveaway


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March 21 Guest blog
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March 21 Interview
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March 24 Interview 
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March 25 Interview
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March 26 Interview
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March 27 Spotlight
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March 27 Spotlight and review
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Thursday, March 27, 2014

Debt of Energy

by Allison Pang

The first law of thermodynamics says energy cannot be created or destroyed. It's either kinetic or potential and essentially all things do is pass it around in one form or another.

I would beg to differ when it comes to my youngest. She's pretty much a perpetual motion machine trapped in the body of a little girl. The rest of us have to eat or sleep before we can soldier on, alas. Though I admit my stamina isn't what it was, even from only 5 or 6 years ago. I used to be able to stay up later for days at a time without repercussion.

These days? Not so much. Writing into the wee hours, or all night gaming sessions are becoming a thing of the past. What used to take me a nap or two to recover from can now take a solid week to catch up. (And days of crankiness and feeling like crap, which don't help me me much.)

Part of that is health reasons. Part of that is juggling schedules. Working. Kids.

It all adds up and cuts into creative productivity time.

Do I write, or do I spend time with the kids? Clean my house or go for a walk? Okay, the last one is a joke. I don't clean much. The kid thing is pretty legit though - as irritating as it can be to have things interrupted, the truth of it is that they will not always be so little, and they have to come first.

But sometimes it isn't about time, per se. It's about having the energy to do the things I need to do vs the things I want to do.

When it comes to health issues, I tend to point to the spoon theory, which is a chronic illness thing. It's not about just feeling tired - it's about legitimately having to make choices. Do I expend the energy to take a shower, or do I cook dinner? Each activity costs a spoon...and you only have so many spoons on a given day. Use up too many and it can cost you pretty bad later on.

In general, I have more energy then I did over the past year. Some days I don't. There is nothing quite as frustrating as wanting to get some writing done, only to wake up and realize that it's not going to happen today. It's not a laziness thing - it's about knowing I need to go to the grocery store and that just doing that will probably use up everything I have. No matter how much I try to nap or rest, it won't make any difference.  (If it were just laziness, you'd find me gaming or reading or doing something fun...but I don't have the energy for that either, more's the pity.)

Now, I will admit things have gotten better for me in some ways - since my pain is mostly under control now and constant pain is exhausting in its own right. For example, I visited a friend on Sunday and walked for several miles all around Old Town Alexandria. In the past, doing something as simple as that would have left me crippled and in severe pain for at least a week. It's a choice I would have made anyway, simply because I haven't seen this friend in many years - but I would also have been very aware of the cost.

But aside from some mild leg cramps and a bit of stiffness, I was perfectly fine. Even my infamous slipping SI joint stayed where it was supposed to be.

So the balance of energy becomes a precious commodity. I hoard it up when I can to use it when I'm best able, but I've also come to realize that some things are out of my control. Like a credit card, I've got an internal limit - burning the candle at both ends sometimes seems like it can be the better, faster way to do things, but the cost of doing so too many times is usually pretty detrimental in the long run.

The interest rates are a right bitch.



Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Macro Debt -- The Great External Conflict


Wow, the topic of debt is a button for me.  Macro debt, that is. The debt shouldered by an individual is a personal issue and, frankly, none of my damn business... right up to the point where macro debt is pushed down to (and inflicted upon) the individual.

Grengrish please?

Taxes. 

Loosely translated, the debt of a nation (macro debt) becomes an individual's burden through taxes. Taxes are a necessary evil to sustain a society.  However, the mismanagement of a national budget results in gross abuse of the tax burden. I could go on an absolute tear about governments taxing the same dollar six to eight times, both for corporations and individuals (the US is particularly bad about it). But, because this blog isn't about my political bents, I'll spare you my campaign for annihilating the current US state and federal tax systems in favor of a flat consumer tax.

This blog is about writing, and macro debt is magnificent source of conflict if you write books about protagonists who control or influence nations. 

  • Protagonist wants to go to war? Awesome. How is she paying for it? Taxes.
  • Protagonist wants to defend kingdom from magic incursion? Whee! Dragons don't work for free.
  • Protagonist wants to fight famine? Plague? Pestilance? Mother-in-Law? He's paying for the countermeasures through... say it with me ... taxes.

What about the non-violent things? The stuff of unicorn farts and puppy kisses? Rebuilding the nation? Educating the youth? Sheltering widows and orphans? Finding the cure to zombie apocalypse? All that requires MONEY! ~sends out the tax man~

Don't worry, the protagonist isn't the only one fucked by debt. You can totally screw over the antagonist too by messing up his/her flow of money. Remember, we're talking macro debt, so it's all about disrupting the collection of taxes and/or orchestrating the heist of national treasury. These approaches have a high risk for the protag because he/she can become an antagonist in the eyes of the people if she/he disrupts services. (Hiya, Robin Hood, lookin' at you).


If you want to see how macro debt can cripple a nation, take a gander at feudal-era history...
...or, ya know, read current events.

Sunday, March 23, 2014

Getting Rid of Debt - the Karmic Kind

New Cover!!

Yesterday we did a cover reveal for book 2 in my Twelve Kingdoms trilogy, The Tears of the Rose. It's cool because the castle in the background looks exactly as I imagine Windroven to be. Kind of amazing to SEE it.

This book, however, is a ways off and comes out in December. Book 1, The Mark of the Tala, is my next release and will hit shelves May 27. Whee!!! I have paper ARCs (advance reader's copies) if you'd like to read and review. Just ping me. 

The Mark of the Tala

The tales tell of three sisters, daughters of the high king. The eldest, a valiant warrior-woman, heir to the kingdom. The youngest, the sweet beauty with her Prince Charming. No one says much about the middle princess, Andromeda. Andi, the other one.

Andi doesn’t mind being invisible. She enjoys the company of her horse more than court, and she has a way of blending into the shadows. Until the day she meets a strange man riding, who keeps company with wolves and ravens, who rules a land of shapeshifters and demons. A country she’d thought was no more than legend–until he claims her as its queen.

In a moment everything changes: Her father, the wise king, becomes a warlord, suspicious and strategic. Whispers call her dead mother a traitor and a witch. Andi doesn’t know if her own instincts can be trusted, as visions appear to her and her body begins to rebel.

For Andi, the time to learn her true nature has come. . .

You can preorder at Amazon and Book Depository, should you be so inclined.

I almost said I would be in your debt, but that's not quite right, is it?

Yes, the word of the week is "debt" - a concept we throw around quite lightly in 2014 US culture. We talk about "debt load" like it's a standard measure of economy. We pretty much assume that everyone else has some debt. The question really is how much. Where in Jane Austen's society they might confidently convey that such and so has 10,000 pounds or is worth 20,000 a year, we talk to each other of younger relatives graduating with $200,000 of debt or whisper aghast of an acquaintance who's said to have $50K in credit card debt alone.

It's one of the funny things - someone who's living better than we are might very well be doing it on credit. Their secret to keep.

Unless is it all comes crashing down.

For that's the reality, isn't it? Debt undermines everything. Instead of a life built on a solid foundation, debt is the gaping hole we straddle, hoping to keep above and afloat. At any moment, we could lose our balance and fall in.

Not all cultures and eras have been like this, however. The Old Testament of the Bible (Leviticus, Deuteronomy, Psalms, Exodus, among others) expressly forbids usury, which is making interest off a loan. Can you imagine if the folks who want to forbid homosexuality based on the Bible were to follow this law as well? The worldwide economy would crash.

In Chinese culture, the advent of the new year is a time to clear out all debts. It's the traditional goal to clean both the house and debts from the old year and start the new one fresh.

So - hey - we've got 294 days left to get that handled!

Okay, not many of us could pull that off. But what we can do is try to eliminate the other kind of debt. The Karmic kind.

You know what I mean. Those favors we owe. The things we promised to do and never quite delivered on. The people we hurt - inadvertently or not - and need to make up to. While I'm not a Buddhist or Hindi, I do believe in the concept of Karma. What goes around, comes around. As ye sow, so also shall ye reap.

The best part is, building up that Karmic bank account doesn't take much. Just a little sincere effort to give without expecting return.

If only all debt could be discharged so easily.