Born in Flames Travels

Hello once again, Readers!!! How goes it!? How has life been treating you? Good? Decent? Fantastic?


Unless of course, life has been mean to you. Then that is not awesome. But any who, my days have been pretty good. I took a pause in editing, From the Embers so I could help edit my bestie’s novel, Casted. It’s going to be good! I am so proud of her and all of her accomplishments. She has been through a lot and is finally on the road she has always dreamed of being on.

But on another note, I wanted to share something fun with you today. My street team has been taking flyers for Born in Flames and posting them up around their hometowns. It’s so freaking awesome to see the many places the cover has gone and it only pumps me up for when Born in Flames will finally be available in print! Hopefully by August!

So with that being said, here are some photos of the flyers:

Bookstore in England

A bookstore in England.


The front of a library.

Bus Stop - England

A bus stop in England.

Newspaper Stand

A newspaper stand.

Calc Nook Book Corner

A Nook book corner.

Frame shop

A frame shop front.

That’s only a handful of places that I have photos of. Awesome right?! I love my street team. They are wonderful, sweet ladies who make me laugh and support my novel. What’s even better is that we all support each other. ♥

Now to leave you with a question: What’s the weather like? It’s rainy here. My favorite kind of weather. Unless I had plans that involved outside…then not so much.

Echelon out ♥


How Do You Say Goodbye?

photo3Hello once again, Readers!!!

I know I have been MIA for some time now, but that is because I have thrown myself into finishing this trilogy. Guess what!? Last night I finally reached that moment where the final two words were written.

The end.


I am beginning to feel separation anxiety. How do I say goodbye to my characters who I have become so close to? How do I move on to another set of characters?

I have my WIP from NaNo just waiting for me to jump back into, and for a while I couldn’t wait to finish this trilogy so I could get back to it, but now that my first draft is complete…ahhh.

There is so much pressure with this one. This is it. There will be no fourth. Every idea, every foreshadow, every minor plot, they all have to come together in an explosion of epicosity. The final battle between good and evil. Deciding their fates from that point on.

When I started this whole idea back in 2009, I had no idea that it would actually get published. I had a faint idea of where the story was going, but never all of this. I approached the second novel with a heavy mind, wondering if I could do it. Would I be able to write another? And I was surprised once again by how easily the words flowed out. The characters took me places that I had never imagined before. They wanted their story told.

Which brings us to the third. From the Embers.

Last night I finished it; the final chapter in Aurora’s story. My heart pounded and my hands shook as I typed those last two words. My throat felt tight. I couldn’t tell if I was delighted or sad. I didn’t know if I wanted to do a happy dance or cry. I thought maybe I was having a bit of a panic attack. So I went to bed.

My characters have literally been put through hell. The story and all its many layers have unraveled, and the ending sentence is dangling before me. Am I being a bit dramatic? Maybe, but this is my first real ending. This was my first project. This idea that sprung to life is what changed my life. I will forever be grateful to these characters for showing me where my path rested in life.

Okay, now I am getting emotional so I need to stop. I still have a ton of editing to do with it. It is, after all, the first draft. I still have many more months to spend working on them between wrapping up and publishing Embracing the Flames, and then getting through my own personal edits and read-throughs to send From the Embers in to my publisher for review.

So it’s not really over yet. I just can’t believe how everything turned out. Bittersweet and definitely not what I had expected in the beginning. I mean that in a good way. To all of my readers, you are in for a surprise. ;)

Any who, that is all for now. Now to leave you with a question: Who’s ready for Game of Thrones!?

Echelon out ♥

Preparing For A Radio Interview

27995_4771753945622_902162364_nHello once again, Readers!!! For any of you wondering, yes, that is me with my sister. And yes, I put glasses on her using Pixlr.

Don’t ask why…lol.

So…remember that award Born in Flames won…Book of the Year? Do you remember me saying that I also won a spotlight appearance on a radio show?

Yeah, that’s happening next Thursday and I am unprepared (mentally I mean).

I am really starting to freak out about this. The only reason why I haven’t flipped a lid yet is because when I start to think about it and all the many ways it could go, I stop myself and tell myself that I will worry about it later.

But later is quickly approaching!

What if I say something silly? What if my mind draws a complete blank? I worry about this because I have tried to do the video blog thing, but when I got in front of the camera, I couldn’t think of anything to say. Shoot, sometimes I’ll sit here for hours trying to figure out what to even blog about…but at least with this I have time to think and a delete button.

Not when I’m on the air!


So I guess I should go through the list of questions I will be asked and start preparing my answers and praying to any and all Gods that they will have some mercy on me and keep me from stuttering or drawing blanks.

You know, I’d have to do it sometime or other (if my book ever does take off), so I guess it’s preparation and practice. At least that is what I will tell myself. It’s necessary.

Any who, wish me luck…please!

Now to leave you with a question: How do you get through situations such as this?

Echelon out ♥

Did I Delete That?

6829eedefc78758768f32a0366f3930aHello once again, Readers! Long time no talk. I’ve been writing my fingers off, well, maybe not literally…you know what I mean.

Any who.

I went through my deleted scenes the other day, just for old times sake, and stumbled on quite a bit that I had forgotten about. It’s funny when you write your first draft, just how completely different it can be from your final story. Born in Flames was my first attempt at writing…like ever. And when I looked back at that very first draft, I shook my head in shame lol.


But I digress.

I have quite a bit of backstories for certain characters and other scenes that didn’t make the final cut at the last minute. There are some, like the one I will be sharing with you today, that I am a little sad I cut. But the good thing is I kept it. I know I’ve said before to keep everything you cut and this is exactly why. Though I will never use it for other novels, I will always have it to share with my lovely readers. So all hope is not lost.

*Potential spoiler alert for those who want to, but haven’t yet read Born in Flames.*

Long story short, there were a series of dream sequences in Born in Flames that occurred after Fenn left when he received the letter where he visited her in her dreams. She only believed it as a dream when in reality, he was really visiting her using the magic from the other realm. It didn’t make the final cuts because at the time, I didn’t think it was necessary. I wanted to take away her security blanket so she could see that she could do it on her own. My publisher was actually sad that I didn’t want to keep them. Reading back through them, I kind of wish I had lol. Any who, here is the first time she dreamed of him the night he left after she fell asleep in a heap of tears:

Images of fire raced through my mind. I was somewhere between sleep and wakefulness, a place where I could finally be in a state of ease. A place where the boulder of lies could be lifted off my chest.

The fire ceased and I slowly opened my eyes, noting there was absolutely nothing surrounding me. I was standing in a white nothingness. I mean literally, there was nothing as far as the eye could see.

“I knew I was sick and twisted,” I said out loud. How could I portray loneliness as a comfort in my dream? Maybe it was my mind’s way of training itself into thinking being lonely is comforting. A survival instinct.

“You’re not sick and twisted,” floated the beautiful, haunting voice of my despair.

Well there you have it, proof that I am sick and twisted. This must be my way of torturing myself, I thought.

I stood there for a moment trying to come up with a good reason as to why I would do this to myself. Maybe for closure? That is if I had said everything I wished I would have said before he had the chance to run from me.

“Please turn around,” his pleading voice commanded as he gently tugged at my arm. The warmth of his touch illuminated my scarred heart. The lullaby played softly on the air, mood music between me and my fictional friend. I couldn’t help but wish deep down that he would really be real. That he had really come back for me.

No. This type of thinking will only make you pay when you wake up and find yourself alone again, I thought painfully.

But I did as he asked and turned to face him, my breath catching at the sight of his handsome face. It was as if there was a halo of light beaming down upon him, lighting up every chiseled, mesmerizing feature. His eyes sparkled above his perfect smile.

“I’m sorry I left you like that, but I had no choice,” he coaxed, leaning his head down to mine where our foreheads met. He wrapped me up in his arms. I don’t know why I let him, but I do know that the hole he left felt temporarily full, even if he was imaginary. But it wasn’t quite enough to curb the nerve he struck with his admittance of having no choice.

“Really?” I asked mockingly. “You had no choice in leaving the one person who has never failed you, behind?” I yanked myself free and stood back to glare up at him. Only this death stare wasn’t meant to be cute. It was meant to show the gut wrenching pain I had been put through since he left.

He winced.

“You’re so called “mother” left you to grow up in a foster home, Fenn, never letting you know who or where she was,”  I gritted out, my voice steadily rising. “How could you just drop everything, drop me for that matter, because she came calling out of the blue?”

He reached for me, but I yanked away. I wanted the ease and comfort of this dream to come back, but the pain had poisoned its way in, preventing me from holding back.

Forcefully, he pulled me into him, pressing my heated face against his chest.

Good, maybe the angry tears swimming in my eyes will burn him, I thought.

But I allowed myself to smell his familiar scent and felt the anger temporarily subside instead. He felt and smelled so real. And I wanted nothing more than for it to be true. For him to be here with me.

My body caved in against my mind’s command, relaxing into him. There was no point in guarding myself. This was going to hurt immensely in the morning.

“You have to keep searching, Rory. I know that now.” He let his head drop, eyes scanning the floor. With his voice a few octaves softer he continued, “Don’t let my stupidity put a halt to your life. It’s not worth it.” I think I heard him catch his breath as he broke off on that last sentence.

This was easy for him to say, but not easy for me to execute.

Does he not understand what it feels like to be left behind? How could he not, he’s a foster child, I thought, vibrating with hurt and anger.

He let his goofy grin try and push away my sad thoughts, and then looked behind us suspiciously. “I can’t stay in your dream, I have to go now. Remember you’re stronger than this. I won’t be able to come back for awhile, but just know that I’m always with you as corny as that sounds.” He nudged me with his elbow then pulled me into him.

I was so confused by what he was saying.

“I miss my friend,” I whispered desperately, not wanting to let him go again.

“I miss you more,” he replied in anguish. His words sounded like an apology.

Then I felt his lips brush my forehead as I closed my eyes and let myself really feel him. When I opened them again, he was gone.

Sitting there in my white nothingness, I thought about everything he had said. The dreams I had of Zordon needed to be pursued and I had to go on alone if I was going to accomplish this. I just hated having to do it alone. I guess it was time for me to grow up though.

Maybe I’m not so sadistic after all. My subconscious was just giving me a good kick in the ass.

And scene.

There are a few more dreams that I will eventually share. But in the meantime, how about I leave you with a question?

How often do you dream and do you remember when you wake?

Echelon out ♥

Born in Flames- 2012 Turning the Pages Books “Book of the Year” Winner!


Hello once again, Readers!!! Guess who won Book of the Year over at Turning the Pages Books!!!??? Excuse me while I do some cart-wheels and run in circles… :)

Okay, I’m back. And out of breath.

It was a close race, and I never expected to win, but the Readers have chosen! I am So. Freaking. Excited! Does this mean that I can call my novel “award-winning”?? I couldn’t wait to tell my son. He has been asking me about it for like the past five days. Every day he says, “Mother, did you win?” (Yes my six-year-old calls me mother…lol). So you can imagine when I found out last night, after his bedtime, how hard it was for me to wait until this morning. His grin this morning before school was the best part of this whole thing. I made him proud!

Okay now I’m tearing up. I digress.

And to make it even more exciting, I am going to be on a Blog Talk Internet Radio Show with Fran Lewis on March 14th to talk about Born in Flames! Woot! (I am extremely nervous about this just because I’ve never done it before…so I’m crossing my fingers it goes well). Thank you for believing in me and for supporting my debut novel! I hope that it’s only up from here!

But I digress once more.

In other, exciting news, I am still holding a BIG giveaway on my Facebook page for when I reach 500 Likes. So far, the first prize I have revealed is a $25 Amazon gift card. Cha-ching! My current tally is sitting at 388 Likes so there is plenty of time to Like and try to win! For every 50 Likes up until I reach 500, I am giving away an ecopy of my novel. Exciting stuff.

Hopefully the cover will soon be complete for Embracing the Flames and then a new round of excitement, giveaways, and promotion will begin.

Now to leave you with a question: Who put the cookies in the cookie jar?

:) Echelon out ♥