Rising from the ashes~#MFRWauthors #blog challenge

Hi, Y’all! Welcome back to the MFRW weekly blog challenge. This is week 12. I know I missed week 11, but I was down and out last week. I guess you could say that’s one of my strengths. I may get down a lot with all my illnesses, but I force myself to get up and keep going if its only 30 minutes a day.  That way eventually I get back on my feet. I have a tendency to rise from the ashes. though I am much slower at it than I use to. There are times i wonder if I wont pull myself up this time , but i look at all there is to do and enjoy, all the craft stuff I have, my family, and the stories in my head and I get up one more time.

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In writing I think my greatest strength is my characters,  I love building characters and my friends that I tell about them, fall in love and tell me how I should totally  get that written.  I could sit and develop characters all day. I do a character sketch when I first start a story then as I write the story I add to the character as he/she grows.  I keep a folder for each character and place in a notebook for each story.  It would be great if all I had to do were develop characters.

What is your greatest strength?

This is a blog hop, so let’s see with the other hoppers strengths are!

It’s never too late to join the hop, just follow the link.

Writerly Wednsday~~He/She or I #writing voice #amwriting #romance

Hi, Y’all. Welcome to Writerly Wednesday where I share my views and things I’ve learned about writing. This week I am going to talk about voice.

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There is Third person point of view where sentences start with the character’s name or he or she.  This is the most common writing style.

Example: TJ took one look at Annie and knew she was the one.

There is a second person viewpoint, and it uses the word you.  I don’t know much about this style, so I won’t  say much.

I don’t know how to do this, so I won’t even try.  I believe this technique is used a lot in nonfiction.

I write mostly in first person.  My character tells the story in is or her view.  I like this style because it gets into the character’s head and makes the character seem more realistic.  I also write in split view which is both the antagonist and protagonist or in my case of romance the leading lady and the leading man.   I like this style and think it is very workable as long as the viewpoint switches are made clear. In my case, I change chapters or scenes with each character view.   This style is becoming more popular than it used to be.

Example: I took one look and knew Annie was the one. (Tj’s view)

Example: The guys arrived one by one. The last two arrived by car.  An expensive SUV.  The passenger gets out, and he is the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. My heart flip-flops. This is not good. Not good at all. He is young enough to be my son.

I, whether reading in third person or first, like multiple character views.

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Do you prefer first person or third. Does it make a difference when you choose a book?

Take a Peek Tuesday~~Annie’s backstory

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Welcome back to Take a Peek Tuesday. Each week I will post a little tease from what I am currently working on. Right now I am doing a self-edit on a story I wrote during NaNo 2015.  I am hoping to release it this summer.  Baseball Bats and Cowboy hats is a contemporary sports/cowboy romance. It is sweet and spicy with a touch of humor.

Remember this is very raw, not having been beta read or edited.

This week I take up where I left off last week but in Annie’s view.

Baseball Bats and Cowboy Hats Copyright 2016

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Annie

What the hell is with this emotion roller-coaster? I come in madder than hell and end up grabbing one of my young charges in an embrace. I meant to comfort him. Instead, I found myself turned on. This young man is sexy as hell. I don’t want to move Thankfully he is smarter than I am and broke the embrace. I wanted that moment to last forever. I wanted to kiss him. I should feel horrible. He is young enough to be my son. Why don’t I?  Why does being with him feel so right?

“I’m sorry.” He placed a finger to my lips to stop me. Heaven help me. I wanted to taste it.

“Don’t. There is no reason to apologize. I appreciated the comfort more than you will ever know” TJ poured us both another glass of tea. I would rather have a shot of Jack.  Maybe later. I don’t want to drink in front of the boys. It would be a bad influence.

“Can I ask you something personal?” he asks, his caramel brown eyes met mine. I hope I am not drooling.

“Yeah go ahead.” I don’t know why I felt so comfortable talking to this young man. And yes, now suddenly I see him as a man. I lay in my bed every night wallowing in self-pity over losing Steve when this young man has lost his father, a brother, and his mother.  From what I gather, he has an uncle that tried to get him to be a part of a gang, yet he has pulled away and somehow managed to go to college on his own. I feel so small in his presence.

“Is there something between you and Caleb?”

I nearly swallow an ice-cube.

“That’s not easy to answer. We go way back. Caleb and my husband Steve were best friends. Both played ball were in FFA and rode horses in the local rodeos. Every girl in school fawned over them.

My dad owned a ranch. He housed animals for the local rodeo teams. He also raised horses and bulls to rent out or sell. He had an arena for the locals to train in and my uncle the co-owner was one of the best trainers around. Caleb and Steve would come over to train and practice. I sat and watched them, helped brush down their horses afterward. Caleb caught my eyes first with his sandy golden hair and crooked bad-boy smile. He always winked at me from the ring. Steve was more laid back, though not a bit less physically handsome. I had a crush on them both for as long as I could remember.  When I started high school, the two handsome cowboys took me under their wings. Steve, Caleb, Vicki, and I became inseparable.

To make a long story short, I married Steve, got pregnant with my first son right off the bat. Steve bought this place for me, knowing I dreamed of having a farm.  We couldn’t afford anything as big as dad’s, or a lot of horses, so I settled on the hobby farm.” I stopped to take a drink of my tea to wash down the knot forming in my throat. I don’t want to cry.

“Where is your husband? We haven’t met him yet.”

Electricity shoots through me as his warm hand covers mine.

“He died when Christopher, my youngest, was eight. Eleven years, and I still miss him. Some days I am sad, other days I am angry at him for leaving me with two kids and a farm to care for all alone.”

“I’m sorry. I had no idea.” He invaded my personal space once again.  Strong hands, running up and down my arms soothing me.

“I guess I should have told you guys I was a widow. It just didn’t occur to me.”

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So what do you think about Annie? Can you relate to her? Is she likable enough? What do you think she needs to improve her character?

Serenity Sunday

WE had our first snow of the season last Saturday.

This weekend we had storms again. Lots of rain this winter. Monday is supposed to be 78 again. I need to clean up the Rose garden.

Have you had unusual weather?

Malevolent Mind By Misty Harvey #horror #newrelease #giveaway

 

MISTY: Thank you so much for taking the time to share in Malevolent Mind’s release day and thank you to Cat for being willing to host me here. This book has been a lot of fun for me to write and I hope in turn that readers will enjoy it as much as I. You can join me also over on my website for more release weekend fun.

The idea for this novel came from a lot of different places. One being that as a child my nephew and I, whom I was extremely close to would write these horror stories. We’d take our younger siblings down into the creepy basement of my house and we’d read them bits of it. As the story hit its scariest peak we’d run out of the room, flipping off lights as we went and leaving them screaming down there. More often than not our parents would be waiting for us at the top of the stairs and we’d be punished afterward. Still, it did little to deter them from joining us to hear the next installment of ‘Red Eyed Guy’ (We were so creative over the title, don’t you think? Lol).

There are bits of me in the father figure as well as Kade. I’ve always loved to write horror stories to be able to create such a physical and chemical reaction in a person with words is the

most incredible thing to me.

CAT: I asked Misty what her top five scariest things are.

MISTY Top 5 scariest books I’ve ever read (Wow, only 5. Yeesh, here are a few)

  • It by Stephen King

It was actually the first horror novel I ever read and to this day, I still can’t walk around sewer grates, because you know ‘We all float down here’. *shivers*

  • The Dollkeeper by Jack Scaparro
  • Intensity by Dean Koontz

While not technically a horror the psychological thriller factor was so on point that it  actually gave me nightmares about how far real people could lose it.

  • The Shining by Stephen King
  • Heart Shaped Box by Joe Hill

 

Top 5 Scariest Movies I’ve ever watched (That was a lot harder than I expected)

  • Thir13en Ghosts
  • Shutter
  • The Grudge
  • Lights Out
  • The Others

 

Top 5 Foods that make my stomach churn

  • Calamari
  • Octopus
  • Anything that still has a head and eyes attached
  • Beef tongue
  • Monkey brain

 

Top 5 things you’re the most scared of (Not necessarily in this order)

  • Spiders (which is kind of a more normal one)
  • The things that lurk in the dark haha
  • Children in horror (It’s a love-hate thing with them. It terrifies me to have something so innocent used in such a corrupt way and yet I love it.)
  • Something happening to my family and never knowing about it
  • Losing my mind in a dark and horrific way

 

Top 5 scariest nightmares I’ve ever had

  • Zilla from Malevolent Mind. She literally came to me as a nightmare before she ever made it into the novel.
  • I had a nightmare once that a little girl stood beside the bed of her parents. When her mother woke up, her daughter told her that she wanted to skin her alive and wear it like a coat. She then produced a knife and tried to do such. The father woke up then and tried to help fend off the attack to save the mother. Suddenly, the daughter’s eyes rolled into the back of her head and she sank to the floor and was convulsing with foam coming out of her mouth. When the father jumped down to try to help his daughter the girl stopped and then stabbed him. It was rather horrifying that night.

CAT: Pulls her throw over her head!

  • The creation of the soulless children of the damned from my Creatures of the Damned novel were a product of both my nightmares and my son’s.

 

Hm…nightmares come and go with me. I’m having a hard time thinking up any particular ones beyond those. I have nightmares in waves. Sometimes I will go through bouts of them coming for weeks at a time and other times I won’t for months at a time.

CAT *peering warily out from under her throw*: That was lots of fun Misty! Thanks for sharing. Now let’s go take a look at your new release!

 

 

Malevolent Mind

Misty Harvey

Published by Misty Harvey

Release day March 16th

Pages: 265

Genre: Horror, Dark Fantasy

 

 

 

A story so dark, twisted, and unfinished has a way of driving the sanest to the brink of insanity.

 

Between the constant state of bullying from Heath and his friends, and the unrest of not knowing what happened to her twin, Raven seeks revenge. Years later, she becomes the nanny for Heath’s young son, Kade. She helps him start a horror story with the plan to bring the horrible creature Kade created into the real world to torment Heath and his friends. It was perfect, until everything began unraveling. When Kade’s creation no longer wishes to do Raven’s bidding, it becomes a fight for life or death. The only way to survive is to figure out how to finish off the creature before she finds her freedom. Will Kade find a way to stop the creation of his malevolent mind? Or will Raven’s revenge consume them all?

 

 

 

Kade sat there in the middle of the room. He pulled his legs up against his chest, wrapping his arms around them. There was nothing to see now that his head cowered there in the darkness of his own lap. If tonight was the night that he’d die, he wasn’t so sure he’d want to see either of the girls coming for him.

His ears perked up. Behind him came the sound of wet clothes slapping together. He lifted his head, unable to keep it down. It was just his imagination. That was all.

The feel of icy breath slid over the back of his neck. Each tiny hair stood at attention as the stench of decay washed over him. Was it the girl from the river or was it Zilla? Kade flipped onto his knees, the beam of the flashlight straight forward.

There, inches from his face, was Zilla. She stared at him. Her mouth was open at an angle as her tongue flicked out against the air. It was too late to run anywhere.

Death stared him right in the face. Part of him felt relief that it was only her. Of course, that was if the other one wasn’t waiting for him as well. He didn’t dare move the flashlight beam to find out. Zilla had appeared out of nowhere so who knew what would happen once the light wasn’t on her?

Kade watched as her blue-tinged hand reached up for him. She held her hand for him to take. Something told him that doing so would be the end of him. Panic gripped his insides and he knew he had moments to make the first move. If he didn’t react soon, she’d overpower him.

He swung out with the flashlight, catching her on the side of the head. Her body rolled across the floor with a sickening thud. Kade was sure that the magnum flashlight had cracked her skull. It had nearly broken his foot when he’d dropped it one time. He jumped across his bed, darting into the hallway. His gaze moved around the hall as he tried to make out anything.

The sound of her rapidly skittering toward him had him running down the hallway. He stopped at Raven’s door, trying her handle, but the door wouldn’t budge. Instead, the old wood rattled in the frame.

In a flash of lightning, he watched Zilla skitter into the hall on her hands and feet, her body parallel to the floor as she let out a sickening hiss. Half of her head remained dented in from where he’d clocked her with the flashlight. It was a terrifying image to behold. The fact that she continued to chase him regardless turned his stomach.

Kade looked back only briefly before he ran. She was close on his heels. In the distance, he could just make out his father’s door. His bare feet padded against the wood flooring.

Goosebumps raced up his spine as her icy fingers wrapped around his ankle. The weight of his body hit the floor with a loud thud. His head bounced against the hard surface blurring his vision. Tears filled his eyes making it even harder to see. At least now, he wouldn’t have to worry about seeing his death coming.

The cold sensation crept up his leg, over his knee and toward his waist. He could feel the weight of her above him as she crawled up his body. Time slowed so that each second felt like eons. The stench of her undead body burned at his nostrils. Kade gagged on the smell that was so strong he could almost taste it.

He didn’t want to die. Life was too short for him. There was still so much that he wanted to do. Besides, he wasn’t sure who would take care of his father if he wasn’t there any longer. That thought rolled inside of him. He wasn’t going to go out like this, a cowering lump of fear on the floor. If she wanted to kill him, she’d have to fight a lot harder for it.

Kade grabbed her arms, rolling them over as he kicked out with both his legs. Her body smashed into the wall across from them, freeing him to run. He scrambled onto his feet, darting for his father’s room.

The bright light blinded him as he ran for it. That was it. He’d found his end and now he was headed into the light. Just as he’d read in another book. It was his time to cross over.

 

If you’d love the chance to read more about Kade, Heath, Raven and Zilla you can purchase the ebook here. Or if you’re more of a physical book type of person as myself, that can be purchased here.

 

Misty Harvey loves writing spine-tingling horror novels sure to thrill readers. The psychology behind such tales has always been a fascination for her since she was younger. Even to the point that she once contemplated taking up psychology as a profession. Still, her love resides in the art of storytelling. An art she wishes to continue to share with readers for the rest of her days.

After climbing out of her writing cave and searching the house for the sound of the latest creak or pop, Misty can be found doing one of many things. Often times she spends the remained of her day with her amazingly supportive husband and youngest daughter. While she has two older children that are out there spreading their wings around the world, including giving her a few grandchildren.

Her favorite things to do when not writing are crafts, wrestling with her dog, avoiding her cat’s bite or generally making her husband and daughter crazy. Often times she can be found creating vivid tales with her daughter about whatever mundane thing happened in their day and turning it into a crazy story. She is also an avid gamer, crochet goddess (we shall pretend there), domestic queen, and animal tamer (it’s a work in progress).

 

 

Website: Mistyharvey.com

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Twitter: AuthorMDHarvey

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MISTY: So, out of fun and to celebrate the release of Malevolent Mind tell us your fondest memory of scaring someone or even make up a brief story if you wish. The winner of a Malevolent Mind ebook will be chosen by our special blog host, Cat! So do your best! I’ll be watching you. Ooohh (scary voice lol)

CAT I will pick the winner Monday using Random thing picker.

Be sure to leave a contact address so we can reach you if you win. Feel free to invite friends to stop by and check out the post and enter too. The more the less scared I’ll be!

 

 

 

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